Interracial Creampie

Theresa and I had a great interracial creampie sex life. I knew she had been very sexually open before we met, and we stayed faithful to each other for the first few years, but a woman whose sexuality is that strong thrives on a variety of lovers...and the interracial creampie idea really turned me on. She began by releasing her exhibitionist side, dressing in very revealing clothes and appealing to my foot fetish with her collection of "fuck me" shoes. While she would certainly attract attention at these times, no potential lovers were stepping up to the plate; so we decided to put up a personal ad at a local adult bookstore.

We had met with several respondents, both couples and single guys, with no success. When we went to meet a new guy named Bill, I knew immediately that things had improved. As we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant that was our usual meeting place Theresa saw a guy in a leather jacket standing next to his car and purred "Ooh...I hope that's him. He's hot for interracial creampie." As it turned out, it was him. Not the kind of guy I would have thought she would get hot for...on the short side, in decent shape, soft spoken, light brown hair beginning to recede. But he had an earthy air about him that turned her on. After introductions, we went inside and sat down to drinks and got to know each other. Theresa was obviously enjoying his company, as he was hers - especially when she told him about interracial creampie incidents in her past like fucking her boyfriend AND his brother in the shower just minutes apart and neither knowing about the other. She had given me our agreed upon signal, slipping off her "fuck me" shoes and rubbing her bare foot against my leg to tell me she wanted him. When Bill excused himself to use the men's room, she kissed me and said "Baby, I want you to watch me fuck him - but he makes me wet and I'll fuck him even if you can't watch that interracial creampie."

When Bill returned we discovered that our mutual schedules wouldn't allow us to go straight to our place, so we arranged for him to come over that weekend. As we got up to leave, she told him about her signal to me and explained that it was meant to both appeal to my foot fetish AND signal to me that she wanted to fuck someone. Instead of putting her shoes back on, she picked them up and carried them, telling me "I've decided I'll always go barefoot around Bill so he'll know I'm always ready to fuck him".