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Big Black Cravings 2 (Interracial 3 Book Bundle)
(Jane Snow)

I closed the door to my house, breathing hard.  My sports bra and jogging shorts were covered in sweat.  My husband, David, had left on another business trip to China for the week.  

He was home for this weekend, but was too busy staying at our neighbor, Jimmy's place, catching up on some shows on his friend's DVR.  I was fairly close with Jimmy's wife, Stephanie, a tall brunette with a slim, sexy body and slightly thick thighs.  

I actually envied her body at times, as I was nowhere near as tall, fairly pale, with moderate sized breasts and a fairly round, but not large ass.  After pulling off my sweat soaked sports bra, I slid off my jogging shorts.  My large nipples sprung up as the cold air surrounded my sweaty body immediately.

After a quick shiver, I hurried over to the shower and slipped out of my thong.  I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes roaming the curves of my body up and down.  My moderately sized breasts were topped off with dark red, puffy nipples.  

I had a flat stomach, with signs of a six pack slightly showing through, which I was absolutely proud of.  It had taken a couple years of hard workouts, consisting of long runs mixed with yoga and Pilates.  I left a small patch of hair above my pussy, which David always complained about. 

To surprise him on one of his birthdays, I had shaved and waxed once, but I felt that it made me look too young and it felt really uncomfortable.  Not to mention the waxing hurt like an absolute bitch, while the reward was rather... unsatisfying.  I sighed as I stepped into the shower, David enjoyed having sex but most of the times it would last five, maybe ten minutes.

The warm water washed through me, cleansing me of my morning workout.  Frustration filled me as my hands made their way to my still hard nipples.  I moaned as one hand made its way down, past my semi-six pack and towards the lips of my sex.  

My hand trembled as I began to rub my clit slowly while gently twisting one of my sensitive nipples.  David wasn't a bad husband by any means, he was rising through the ranks of his company, but he never seemed to satisfy me in bed.  Even before we married, he could never make me climax.

Of course, being young, I never figured that it would play that big of a part in a marriage.  I rubbed faster but paused as I heard my phone ring, just barely.  My lust died down as I turned off the water.

I quickly grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around my body.  After quickly tying a knot, and pulling my hair in a bun, I stepped out of the bathroom.  I ran over to the phone and managed to answer before the last ring.

"Hello?  Burr residence." 

"Hey Tanya, it's me, Stephanie."  A voice answered.

"Oh hey Stephanie!  What's going on?"

"I was wondering if you were able to think about what we talked about at lunch a few days ago."  Stephanie asked.

I thought for a minute, trying to recall what everyone had talked about during lunch.  Rosie, another nearby neighbor, a fiery, red headed woman, talked about her husband's infidelity, while Elizabeth talked about her recent hookup.  Stephanie on the other hand talked about...

"Oh!  The fitness instructor?" I asked.

"Yup.  I had a quick chat with him and he said he's free every morning.  Since he's just starting, he's giving neighbors a big discount for private lessons.  I ran into him this morning and he asked if I had talked with anybody," Stephanie replied.

"I just took a shower, let me just dry my hair and I'll stop by.  Nothing like a good stretch after running and taking a shower, I guess."

"Okay, well tell me how it goes!"

I nodded unconsciously as I put down my phone and walked back to the bathroom to grab another towel to dry my hair.  My long, silky black hair flew back as I turned on my hair dryer.  While I had told her that I would stop by, I was still debating on whether or not I should actually go visit the black trainer that had just moved into our neighborhood.

To be quite honest, I was afraid of black people.  My parents had been robbed at gun point by a couple of black men, not once but twice.  I had asked them to move out of Chicago but they seemed fine with the situation.

I sighed and walked to the bedroom, my hair finally somewhat dry.  After digging through my drawer, I grabbed a bright pink thong, a pair of spandex yoga pants and a new purple sports bra.  While I wasn't fond of wearing thongs often, I also didn't want an outline of my underwear against my ass.

Regardless of whether I headed over to the black neighbor's house or not, I planned on doing some yoga.  I walked to the office to grab a piece of paper from the office when I noticed that the computer was still on.  My husband always had a tendency of leaving the computer on, no matter how many times I told him it wasted energy.

I turned on the monitor and went to shut down the computer but noticed that a folder was open.  It was labeled 'Black Attack 4' with a couple of video files inside, in thumbnail view.  I could barely see the image in the tiny thumbnail and wondered what the videos were.  The title was a bit strange, and I wondered if they were videos about violent criminals who were black.

Once the video started up, I stared in shock as I realized I had just played a porn video!  The intro had several white women bouncing up and down atop black men, their amazingly large cocks slamming between the small women's legs.  My hand moved on its own, forwarding the progress bar, just to see one part of a scene.

The second my finger left the mouse, the video began playing where I left the progress bar.  A stacked blonde woman was on her knees, rubbing on the largest cock I had ever seen.  The woman moved in closer and stuck the monstrous member between her bright red lips.

"That... can't be real..."  I whispered, my eyes glued to the screen.