Las Vegas Awakening

by LaffWithMe

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Slut Wife, Interracial, White Couple, Black Male, Oral Sex, Size, .

Desc: Sex Story: On a trip to Las Vegas, a young white wife finds out she likes black cock while her husband can only sit and watch.

© 2002 LaffWithMe Press

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"Rodney, Rodney, I won, I won!" It was my wife screaming into the phone so loud that I thought everyone at work could hear her. Not that it made much difference. We lived in a small town where everyone knows everyone and I worked at the family feed store with my brother and sister.

"I won a week in Las Vegas on that radio show! I was the ninth caller and I won us a vacation."

Little did I know what a change that was going to make in our lives. We'd been married three years before. Sweethearts since the sixth grade we had wanted to get married since we were fifteen but of course we had to wait until we were eighteen. As I said, we live in a small town and most decent folk are very conservative. It may be difficult for most of you to believe but the most we did before we were married was French kiss, and at that we thought we were courting eternal damnation.

After we were married the floodgates burst open so to speak. Our honeymoon was a camping / fishing trip for two weeks. Claire loves to fish as much as I do so we thought it would be great. The only pole that saw any use in those two weeks was my stiff rod. We fucked morning, noon and night. Claire just couldn't get enough. I'd wake in the morning because she was sliding her pussy over my morning boner.

That first year we continued to fuck every day. I hate to say it, but sometime in the second year I began to get tired of fucking her. Neither of us had any experience; we just were doing the same old missionary position over and over. Along about the time we won the trip to Las Vegas, Claire had decided we should try some other things. It's kind of embarrassing to admit, but she is the one who is more adventurous and is the dominant one in our marriage. She read some book that described sexual positions, oral and anal sex, and recommended using sex toys and lotions. Unfortunately, we were hundreds of miles from anyplace that sold things like that.

Which brings us to Las Vegas. Wow! The first day and night we spent in the casino that we were staying in. The next day, we rented a car and drove around. The casinos were awesome, but what caught our eye was a sign on a store, "Adult Books". We didn't go in, but we saw it and Claire talked about it. That night I asked Claire if she wanted to go to the store. Like little kids, we were almost afraid to go. But like kids we were drawn to what we thought of as something a bit bad.

We found our way back to the store about ten in the evening. There were sex books and videos lining the walls. In the back was a sign that said 'movies'. There were a half dozen men visible looking through the magazines. At the front of the store the clerk sat behind a display case that contained lotions and sex toys. Claire clung to my arm and we looked at the display.

"You kids goin ta have ta show me some ID."

We froze, looking at the clerk like school children caught by the principal. He was an older black man, about fifty I guess. He had on a green Hawaiian shirt that stretched over a significant belly. His white shorts were dirty yet still seemed very white against his thin black legs. He stood up and scrutinized us, looking at Claire mostly.

"Well little missy? Ya got some ID to show Mathew?

Claire fumbled with her purse. Her blond pigtails swung as she nodded that she did. I could see the mans eyes move up and down her. She did look young. She is only 5-1. She wore a blouse, which masked her small breasts. However the shorts that she wore did wonderful justice to her legs and ass.

She handed her drivers license to the clerk.

"My, my. Twenty-two. Child you could pass for sixteen. A foxxyyyy sixteen, heh, heh."

He sat down again. "Take your time, you see anything you want, you come ask Mathew."

"I think we want some lotion. Is there any that you recommend?" Claire stammered.

"Well, I'm partial to this," as he pulled a bottle from the display. "Just a few drops on ya boyfrens cock and he'll be hard as a rock, rub a little on your pussy and you'll swear you're in heaven. And it tastes good."

"OK, we'll take it." Claire said. She wasn't looking at the clerk; she was staring at the large rubber cocks in the display case.

"Rodney, look at those. They look so real but they're so big. " She whispered to me but it was loud enough that the clerk overheard.

"The reason they look real, little missy is that they make them from copies of the real cocks. Some of the biggest adult stars are here. Ever hear of John Holmes? He's still one of the most popular."

"Yeh, right. I guess you think I'm really dumb. No man's penis is that big." Claire seemed almost insulted.

The clerk laughed, an almost sinister laugh. "Little missy, you ain't been round to many guys have you? If you're brave enough to come peek around the counter you can see proof that some men is that big." He leaned back on his chair.

Claire went to the opening in the counter and gasped. "Oh my!" Rodney look at him."

I looked in. The clerk had pulled the leg of his shorts back and his thick black cock was exposed. Actually about half of it, we could see the outline of the remainder of the shaft covered by the white shorts. Claire didn't take her eyes off it; it was obvious to the clerk that she was interested. He pulled the foreskin back exposing the head of his cock.

"Go ahead missy, touch it, see if it's real."

Claire pulled back. "No. No. We better go."

"Come again. 'I'm here most every night from eight to midnight." The clerk chuckled as we left the store.

"Rodney wasn't that the most scary thing we've ever done? I can't believe that man asked me to touch his penis. I guess what some people say about them black men is true, I mean about them being kind of like animals. I mean his penis was almost big as a horse." Claire chattered about the cock all the way back to our room.

That night she asked me how big my penis is. I didn't know. I thought it was normal. She wanted to know, so she retrieved a tape measure from her stitchery bag and measured. "Five inches, umm five and a half."

Not much more was said until the next night. About eleven o'clock Claire said, "Rodney, let's go buy one of those rubber things."

"You want to? You really mean it?"


" OK, let's go." I replied.

"OK, let me comb my hair first." And Claire disappeared into the bathroom. When she came out I did a double take. She had taken down her braids, now her blond hair hung down below her shoulders. Instead of the loose blouse, she had on a white tube top with no bra. Her breasts even though small showed as perfect mounds and if you looked closely you could see the bumps of her nipples. She wore a thigh length skirt instead of the shorts that she had been wearing. She now wore shoes with low heels, which enhanced the shape of her legs.

When we walked into the store, the clerk looked up and smiled. "Hey, you kids use up all that lube already. Must a been some hot fucking last night." He laughed.

He was dressed the same as the previous night. I looked more closely at him. I couldn't say he was ugly but he wasn't good looking either. Yet he seemed to have a way about him that made you relax.

"Um, ummm, don't missy look hot tonight. You not the flat chested little thing I thought you was. I hope that boyfriend of yours knows how to nibble proper on those little apples."

Claire blushed. I had mixed feelings. I thought I should be angry at this stranger talking to my wife like that but I was feeling twinges of excitement.

"Can I see one of those rubber penis's?" Claire said.

He took three white and one black from the display case and laid them out for Claire's inspection. He had moved them to the end of the counter by the pass-through opening. "Anything for little missy. O' course most people calls them cocks. Pick 'em up, feel 'em. Almost as good as the real thing."

Claire touched one, then picked up another. She put it down and picked up the black one.

"Now that's a good choice missy. Almost like Mathew's." He laughed.

Claire squeezed and felt the black rubber cock, oblivious to the few other customers who came and went.

"Here, see how they compare." As he spoke, the clerk took the dildo from her hand and pulled his cock part way out so that he could hold the rubber cock next to his cock.

"What do you think? Do you think it looks like the real thing?"

Claire stepped into the opening to look at his cock next to the rubber cock.

"Go ahead missy, see if they feel different. You're man don't mind."

He took her hand; she allowed him to guide her hand to his cock. I watched, mesmerized. At first she just lightly touched the black shaft with her fingertips. He guided her fingertips back and forth along the part of his cock that was exposed.

He set the dildo down on the counter and Claire continued to rub his cock.

"Go ahead missy, wrap your fingers around. Pull back and watch the head come out.'

His cock looked big and black in the small white hand of my wife. She pulled the skin back and his high crowned cock head came into view. It was shiny, purplish and I could see his cock get hard.

"You never felt nothin like that before did you missy. I see some hard little nipples now."

His hand pushed her top up exposing one breast. Her nipple was hard, erect and open to view by anyone in the store.

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