I am a white woman who grew up in a city where Black people are close to 50% of the population. I have been in four serious relationships since I picked up my first boyfriend at the local grocery store, all with Black men. I never found any need for self-reflection on the topic. Still, my thing for Black men has been a persistent joke among friends and family. It is nothing terrible, but it is hard for me to keep my mouth shut when people who have only dated within their own race make jokes about my apparently notable attractions to non-white men.

Now that I have been married for three years I think how it might be, when my husband and a white male friend have sex with me at the same time. He is fucking me as I am giving the white guy head. Then my husband reaches across my back and gives him a high five signaling that it's his turn to fuck me. It's like when a wrestler tags his partner into the ring during a tag-team match.

Sometimes a girl just wants something different. It is quite possible that I might be at a stage where I wants something unique. A lover that would be the total opposite of my husband. It was time to have a serious talk with my husband. Besides he has yet to ask what I might want for my birthday.

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