Michele & BBC - Copied

[hirarandi]

Michele and I are typical Southern Cal professionals. She is a La Jolla girl, and I was born and raised in Orange County. We met while attending college in Claremont. I was immediately attracted to Michele's burnished, honey-blonde looks, and thoughtful personality, but for long it remained platonic. Maybe it was intimidation, since every man who sees Michele wants to make love to her, and every man who knows Michele wants to marry her. What an indescribable beauty!
And brilliant. Michele was a biology and chemistry student aiming for a biotech career. I was an economics and finance major aiming for law college. We were both top students. Go-getters. Friends always said we were a natural couple and eventually we recognized the same. We became closer and closer, until finally we embraced the love that we had known deep down was there from the beginning.
After graduation Michele took a research assistant position in Santa Barbara with the intent to start graduate college part-time at UCSB. I moved to Los Angeles to attend the UCLA college of Law. It was a tough run being apart, especially the first year, even with only a two hour drive between us. There were times when we argued due to stress, and I thought Michele might move on without me. But we stayed together, and when I called to announce that I had secured a law position in Santa Barbara she cried with joy! I graduated with my law degree in May and started my new position in mid-June.
We were engaged that September, then married the following May. Our wedding was amazing, capped by a two-week Tahitian honeymoon. We established a wonderful life with a beautiful home, good friends and neighbors, and healthy disposable income. I quickly advanced to Junior Partner while Michele was working with the same biotech firm. She completed her Master's, then switched to part-time employment while studying full-time to complete her PhD. Where she found the energy to do all that I do not know! But she felt it was important to continue with the firm, as they are world class and had supported her all along.
She saw it all through and earned her Doctor of Philosophy in Biochemistry, her strategy paying off as she was subsequently awarded a prestigious Principal Scientist position with her firm. Our families were both so proud! We were on our way and we began to think about starting a family.
In the meantime we each had lots of responsibility, and we had a wonderfully supportive relationship. Our intimate life was good. I say "good" rather than "great" because we were different sexually. Even though we both come from upper middle-class backgrounds, I was considerably more open: I had a libertarian outlook, while Michele was more traditional.
Yet there is a mysterious duality to Michele. She has always been confident, as you would expect of a 5'-7" woman who hovers right at 130 pounds! And besides her mostly Dutch and French heritage, she has a Greek great-grandmother. So she has the kind of clear, beautiful skin that shines golden when she gets just a touch of sun. She has always been comfortable strutting her stuff on the beach. It's been equally typical to see her relaxing in tiny bikinis or nothing at all in our secluded garden by the pool. It's always arresting to see her golden body slipping into or out of the water, bathed in sunlight amidst lush bougainvillea, or in evening torchlight.
She exudes a natural, sunny elegance. It shines through in everything about her: her radiant smile, her kindness, her graceful body language, and gentle voice. You don't know how many times we have gone out on the town, surrounded by countless attractive women flaunting their goods in less than subtle ways, and yet the eyes of men unfailingly settle on Michele's unforced sensuality. It drips from her being, and so it was frustrating when she showed constant reluctance for any sexual adventure, even something as mundane as a dirty movie.
That all began to change one late-summer Sunday evening. I was extremely horny but Michele was busy reviewing a case study. What to do? I decided to sneak in some porn. I pulled a favorite site up on the TV and searched for something interesting. As mentioned, Michele was not a fan of porn and made fun of me every time she caught me watching. That night was no exception! As I watched I lost track of what she was doing. I thought she was in the study working, when suddenly she appeared in the bedroom in her standard t-shirt and panties, ready to hit the sack.
She looked at the screen and shook her head. "Tyler! Why do you watch this stuff? It's so lame!" she exclaimed with her hands on her hips.
I couldn't help but smile at her spunkiness - and she looked so sexy!
"He's humping her like a puppy and she's squealing like a cat in heat. It's so fake!!" she continued.
Again I smiled, laughing at her sense of humor, then wrestled her onto the bed and held her. "You're so adorable!" I said, as we cuddled.
She relaxed in my arms, then we watched together as the clip continued. Michele was barely paying attention, except for giggles and wisecracks about the man's unimpressive equipment, and the "acting". Until the final scene, that is. The transformation that followed her watching that final scene can only be described as an awakening.
What was it? That last scene featured a hugely-hung black man and a beautiful white girl. When this guy pulled his cock out both the girl and Michele gasped! We sat and watched, and Michele did not utter a peep: no giggling, no jokes, no wisecracks. She just sat there next to me staring at the screen, gently holding my hand, her head leaning softly against my shoulder. Occasionally I would hear a faint sigh or groan, or hushed comments like, "That's so hot..." or, "It's so incredible..."
I could hear her raspy breathing, and as I looked down I could see her slightly parted lips and glassy gaze in the dim light. Michele was truly captivated, quickly forgetting that porn is "fake". I did not say a word, not wanting to break the spell. I just sat quietly, observing her reaction.
It was all very understandable since the visuals were so intense, the girl literally worshipping the man. It was sensual the way she worked him, even kind of romantic like soft-core porn, and yet despite this it was overpoweringly intense. By the half-way point, Michele was gripping my arm tightly and trembling.
All because of this black man and his tremendous sexual power. It's rare to see a porn star respond so genuinely, and even I had never, ever seen one respond like this. The look on the girl's face was a combination of adoration and lust. She was as captivated by him as we were! And so it continued for another ten to fifteen minutes, getting progressively less sensual and more visceral: first with the man stretching her open in missionary; then the girl on top impaling herself, where the contrast between her tight body and his size was striking; then him plowing her from behind on a chair; and finally with the man straddling her chest as he pumped a massive, gooey load onto her face. It went from sensual beauty to domination. Normally Michele was disgusted by such things, but now she simply shook her head with a distant look on her face.
When the scene came to an end Michele and I were both breathless and didn't say a word. We sat there for a few minutes holding each other, necking. I was rock hard. We slid down onto the bed and started to kiss more intensely as I caressed her curves. Then I placed my hand between her legs to find she was hot and drenched.
"You're so wet!" I exclaimed. "Soaked!"
Michele bit her bottom lip and gasped, "I know! I'm so hot... I need it!" Then we really started to go at it, touching each other and kissing deeply.
"What do you need?" I asked.
"I need you inside me..." was her breathless reply.
I got out of my underwear as quickly as I could before flipping Michelle onto her belly and pulling her panties down her legs. She quickly got onto all fours, arching her back and presenting her tight bottom to me. She looked so amazing! Even in the dim light I could see her arousal. I quickly positioned myself behind her, with my hands on her smooth, gracefully curved hips.
Michele was so hot and wet that I found the mark without looking and effortlessly slid my 7 1/2 inches in to the hilt. She was steaming!! I knew it wasn't just due to our kissing, she had to have been stewing for some time. It was the video! It was the black stud dominating the white girl!
I knew it, but I wanted to tease her, asking, "Did you like watching that beautiful girl take black cock?"
She moaned as I stroked into her, but said nothing.
I was so turned on, with my mind and mouth going crazy. "I know you loved it. You want it for yourself...black cock slut!" I continued, instantly afraid that I went too far. Instead, Michele went crazy herself! I could feel her clamping down on me, and so I repeated my taunt, stroking into her as straight, smooth, and forcefully as I could: "You loved watching her take black cock!"
Finally, with her spasms and sounds growing in intensity, and her face buried in the pillow, Michele cracked and choked out, "Yes! Hearing that gave me a jolt and I picked up my pace even more.
"Say it!" I urged.
"I loved it!" she cried, gasping. "So sexy...watching him fuck her..." Shortly after she came, roughly. I had never seen her come in such a deep, guttural way! Then I came. It was a big, satisfying release. I sank down on top of her.
We were both hot and sweaty when she sighed, "That was sooo amazing..." I rolled to the side pulling her on top of me and we held each other.
For a few minutes we were silent, then started to talk. I brought up the video and how she responded: "You were so intent on that scene. Like, speechless! I couldn't believe how hot and wet you were!"
Michele seemed embarrassed and tentative. But then she opened up to me, admitting that it really did turn her on: "The sight of it going in. It was so intense and graphic, and you could tell the girl LOVED it. She wasn't faking! The way she touched him, and her expressions as she watched him penetrate...it was like she was in love. It was like NOTHING I had ever imagined!"
'Wow! What a response!' I thought. Then I led her on: "So, you liked seeing it inside of her..."
She nodded in agreement.
"Was it the size or the darkness?" I continued.
"Both!" was her immediate reply.
My mind was spinning at this admission, and my heart skipped a beat: it wasn't just "big cock" that got her, it was "big-black-cock"! I wasn't sure if I should push it, for my own sake, but I did anyway: "Would you want a real black man?"
She opened her mouth in shock and gave me a play slap: "I love YOU!"
"Good girl..." I sighed, relieved, and we went at it again.
I woke up Monday morning with Michele already long gone to work. My mind immediately drifted to the night before and my cock, crusty with our dried juices, was aching again. I turned on the TV, then pulled up some action to knock one off.
That done, I kept thinking of Michele's reaction. It really was a shocker, and it turned me on immensely. I was intrigued by her attraction to the graphic nature of the scene. To be truthful, I was relieved when she expressed no open interest in a real black man, but part of me wanted to expose her to more interracial action. It was then that I came up with one of the more perverted thoughts I had ever had.
I did some things around the house, and then at about 10:30 AM I showered, dressed, and headed to an adult store outside of town. My mission? Bondage tie-downs and a big black dildo for Michele. I had attempted to get her into light bondage before, but to no avail. I felt it was worth another shot, and I thought the idea might be more compelling if I had the gear on hand. The dildo idea was the result of the previous night - I wanted to tempt her with the size and darkness that had so turned her on.
Due to ubiquitous internet erotica, along with Michele's straight-laced demeanor, I had not been to a place like this since my UCLA days. It felt a bit awkward considering I was looking for a dildo. A big black dildo!
Luckily, at that time late Monday morning it was nearly empty. I quickly found both items, thrilled to find a "Mandingo Phallus" claiming to be ten inches long and two and a half inches in diameter. It was dark brown, almost black, with realistic skin texture, veins and head, and balls. 'Just what the doctor ordered...' I thought. Thankfully the girl at the counter was nice. She did raise a mischievous eyebrow, but then was very cool. Minimal embarrassment and...mission accomplished!
For the next couple of hours my mind was at work with the details for Michele's next "session". How would I make this work? When? I did not have a clear answer for either. Probably not that night, more like Wednesday or Thursday. But I came up with a plan. I fixed the straps to the bedposts low, where they met the frame, tucking them discreetly out of the way. Then I hid the "phallus" in the back of my sock drawer. Hopefully we would watch another video in a few nights and see where it would go. That was my plan: wait patiently, don't try to force it. I must say it was very frustrating, not knowing when or if it would happen, and being constantly turned on by the thought of it.
When Michele got home at about 4:30 PM she was in a pensive mood. She seemed confused and distant. When I asked what was wrong she said she just had a tough day and thought a run might help clear her head. I encouraged the run and told her I would make dinner for when she returned. She readily agreed and got ready. God, she looked sexy in her running shorts and shirt as she headed out! Then I got everything ready - salad, roasted potatoes and chicken.
She returned forty-five minutes later, sweaty and glowing, then headed to the shower. After about another forty-five minutes, near 6:30 PM, everything was ready as she came outside to the table. Michele was so gorgeous, wearing a steel blue top and white shorts that contrasted with her tan legs.
After dinner we watched some TV, then she told me she was going to read in bed for a while. Michele left me alone. I expected nothing, and after a while I figured I would read in bed too. So, I headed to the bedroom, undressed, brushed my teeth and sat in bed leaning against the headboard.
Michele was facing me from her side of the bed, cross-legged, in panties and a pink top that came to her midriff. She put down her book and we talked some more. Surprisingly, she brought up the night before. She looked a bit embarrassed, and seemed to be trying to apologize for what she had said. Like she thought I was disappointed in her!
I explained, "Sweetie, it was my idea. And it was fun! It was awesome! There's no reason for you to be embarrassed."
She sighed, apparently a bit relieved. It was then that I noticed how hard her nipples were...clearly visible through her top.
"You are beautiful!" I said, reaching out and running my fingers on the side of her firm calf. She lifted her crystalline green eyes up to mine with a shy smile,
"That really affected you, didn't it? That black cock..." I continued.
Her smile became tentative.
"Hmmm?" I prodded.
She nodded her head gently, "Yes," her jaw lightly clenched.
My cock hardened instantly and I had this instinctive urge to toy with her: "It really was intense seeing his darkness penetrate into her sweet body, wasn't it?"
She nodded, "Yes," again, looking a bit dazed.
"Don't worry - it was a turn-on hearing you say what you said. It was sexy..." I continued. "And I hope what I said didn't offend you."
She shook her head nervously, whispering, "No, it's okay..."
"I'm glad," I said, again looking deep into her eyes. "But heavens, you did love it. It makes me wonder..."
"Wonder what?" she responded.
I was silent.
"What??" she repeated.
"Well..." I continued, "It makes me wonder if you have ever had black cock..."
A shocked look passed over her face.
"No, of course not! You are only the third guy I've ever had sex with, and I've told you before who the other two were," she clarified in a slightly breathy, quivering voice.
"Right, right. I know - some kid the summer after high college, and then Mike in your freshman dorm," I said.
"Yes," she confirmed. "You don't believe me?"
"I believe you," I answered.
She sighed again in relief. Her top clinging to her swollen nipples.
"Not that it matters - if you did I wouldn't think less of you," I assured her. "With that settled, have you ever fantasized about it?"
She look flustered, tripping on her words: "W..well...not really?"
"What do you mean 'not really'? That isn't 'no'. Do you mean 'a little', maybe?" I countered.
"No, no!" she cried. "I mean, in college some girls were into black guys. Whether black students or locals. I knew a few such girls: Emilie, for example."
My mind wandered back to Claremont and all the pretty girls. It was always a rush when you would see a gorgeous, fresh-faced girl with a black stud. Not that we didn't see lots of this in Santa Barbara - we see LOTS of it - but in Claremont most students were so preppy and wholesome that it really stood out.
Michele cut off my memories: "Anyway, girls can be as tasteless as guys, or worse, and pictures used to make the rounds."
"So you saw some hot pictures of black men," I concluded. "Did you like them?"
"Some," she admitted. "Though I don't know if 'like' is the right word. There was peer pressure...you just kinda 'had' to look. Some were very well 'put together'.
I was surprised at how emphatically she stated this, considering the tension seconds before.
"But I never saw anything as impressive as the guy in the video, except for one," she continued.
"So, a well-built black man with a huge cock really intrigues you..." I added, slyly.
"I didn't say that!" she snapped.
"It was strongly implied," I noted.
"Whatever, Mr. Attorney!" she quipped in a resigned voice, crossing her arms. "It seems like it turns you on more than it does me..."
I smiled with a chuckle, and prying her arms apart I took her hands in mine: "It's okay, Michele! It was obvious that it turned you on, and like I said the whole thing turned me on, too. There is nothing for you to be ashamed of. Nothing." I gently pulled her hands up and kissed them. By this time I was incredibly turned on by her verbal and physical reaction to our conversation.
I'm glad you're not disappointed in me," she said.
"Of course I'm not..." I assured her. Silence followed. And then...
"Do you want to see more?" I asked.
Michele hesitated.
I asked again with just my eyes.
Finally she whispered, "Yes..."
Could this really be happening? I didn't think there was much of a chance for that night! I turned down the light dimmer and fired up the TV and internet, quickly locating another interracial scene while pulling off my underwear.
Michele sat between my legs in the two-man luge position, quickly falling into the same trance as Sunday night. This guy was even bigger than the first one, and when the girl pulled down his shorts and his dark organ prang out Michele cried aloud, "Oh my God! What the...?" She trembled in my arms. This scene was definitely less sensual than the first, much more raw from start to finish.

[hirarandi]

My hard cock was pressed against the small of Michele's back, and my hands were stroking her hips as I gently nuzzled the back of her neck and behind her ears. She smelled like heaven, and openly shared her feelings of arousal and amazement regarding the onscreen action, specifically the man and his gift. I caressed her tummy, then slipped up and under her top to cup and massage her breasts and nipples before lifting it off. I caressed her inner thighs before my fingers finally dipped into her panties - again she was hot and drenched before I even got there. 
The hallmark of this scene was the penetration, when this girl creams so copiously on the black shaft that it's hard to believe. We watched enthralled as her pussy cream dripped down over anus. Michele was breathing harshly, spellbound by the action. It ended with the man taking her forcefully from behind, her knees far apart, her firm, round ass up in the air, her pussy wrapped tightly around his shaft. With his hands locked on her hips and his thumbs massaging her cheeks, he drove into her until they exploded. 
"He's coming inside of her!" Michele exclaimed. "Oh my God..." she whispered, "Oh my God..."
"Yes," I affirmed. "He's filling her with his seed. The black man is going to breed the white girl."
"Breed?" Michele asked calmly, with a dreamy look. But before I could answer, she gasped softly and whispered, "Yes...breed. He is breeding her." 
Finally he pulled out. After several seconds a gooey mass of cum appeared in the girl's stretched pussy. Her entire vagina must have been filled as his load expanded in both directions, through her cervix and out to her opening. Then he knelt by her face and she lovingly licked and sucked their mutual residue from his cock.
As the visuals faded Michele was on fire! We started to passionately kiss and touch. And then I sprung! I worked my way on top of her, held her down by the wrists, and kissed her face and neck all over. Her eyes were closed as she thrusted up into me. She was hot!
I quickly reached down between the mattress and headboard and pulled out one strap, slipping the loop around her right wrist. The design made it very simple to cuff and tighten almost in one motion. 
"Huh?" she asked, surprised.
"Relax," I replied.. 
Then I bound her left wrist. To my amazement Michele's surprise faded and she did not object, even though she had always refused even the idea of bondage. Now there was not an ounce of protest - a playful, sexy expression even crept over her face! I then secured her ankles. After battening everything down, my golden angel was tightly spread-eagled on the bed in just her cotton panties. The covers had become bunched up at the foot of the bed, so I pulled them off and tossed them on the chair by the window. 
Then I stood back to admire my handy work: Spectacular! Michele looked so vulnerable stretched wide. She smiled innocently at me, which made me shake my head in total disbelief. I gently put pillows under her head, gave her a tender kiss, then went over to my dresser and pulled out the dildo. She was not expecting this...when she saw it her eyes widened. 
"WHAT? Are you kidding?" Michele cried. "Tyler, this is crazy... let me go!" She struggled helplessly against her bonds. "You will hurt me with that thing!" 
I tried to calm her down, disappointed that my plan was falling apart. Sitting down next to her I said, "Sweetie, relax, you're going to love this!"
"How am I going to love THIS?" she argued. "It's going too far - it's perverted. How can you want to do this? How does this turn you on? Doesn't it make you feel inadequate?"
I replied, "Hell no! What turns me on has nothing to do with my ego. What turns me on is seeing beautiful women get off, whether it's due to me or not. And you are a beautiful woman! You are afraid of what is inside of you, Michele. I noticed the way you responded to the videos, and the way you described what excited you. I noticed your wetness and your heat. You couldn't deny it! I don't think I have ever seen you so turned on...it unlocked something within you. THAT is what turns me on! There's no reason to be afraid and it's not healthy to deny your desire. Look! Your nipples are still rock-hard, and though you are unaware of it, I can see you gently grinding your hips. You're obviously excited. Look at this beauty, Michelle. It's even called 'Mandingo', like the guy we just watched. You know you want it." 
I held it before her, then kissed her forehead, stroking her hair. "Look at it, baby," I repeated, softly. 
She seemed to settle down a bit. I brushed her hair out of her eyes and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her sweet lips. I moved down to her neck before moving back up to her pretty face. Now she was panting a bit!
I took the phallus and held it before her again. I started to very gently caress her body with the head. I touched her tummy, ribs, breasts, and collarbones with it. Her neck. I held it hovering over her face, pointed downward, circling slowly. 
Occasionally I would gently touch her face with it, causing her to close her eyes and tremble. Her breathing became labored, her imagination taking over. 
Michele looked at me with her gorgeous eyes, and I lowered it to her lips. She kissed it with a gentle whimper, then met my gaze again. I held it over her face, then she lifted her head and lovingly set another kiss on its head. She tried for another, but I pulled it away. Then she tried again, parting her lips to plant a wet one, but I pulled it away again. Michele looked at me, begging with her eyes. I smiled. 
"You want it, don't you?" I asked. 
She nodded her head, her face looking both scared and turned on. I lowered it once more and she lifted her head. But this time I held it firmly as she planted three wet, sensual kisses on the head, gently wrapping her softness around it. 
"Put your head down, baby" I instructed. 
She did as she was told, and I lowered it with her lips. Again wet kisses and licks, but this time I was more insistent, asserting downward pressure. She accepted it, allowing it to gently part her lips before squeezing them tightly around it and drawing it in. 
The sight was mesmerizing: Michele's beautiful mouth wrapped around the shaft, her tender, moist lips clinging tightly to the dark contours of the head and veins. She would suck it in and I would pull it out in a tug of war. Sometimes it would pop out with a smack. Then I would kiss her deeply, offer it again, and she would take it. Her nipples were rock-hard and she was grinding the air in front of her. Her eyes were glazed. 
"Isn't it sexy, Michele?" I asked softly, slowly pulling it out of her mouth with a moist pop.
She moaned, "Yes" in reply, and I returned it to where she could easily reach it if so desired. 
"Isn't it beautiful?" I continued. 
She took it in again, slurping and smacking in reply, nodding her head. She feasted passionately as our motions established rhythm, alternately sucking it deep, then teasing the head and ridges with her tongue, her sexy eyes rapt with desire. 
"It's beautiful," she murmured. 
"Do you love black cock, Michele?" I asked. She moaned and whimpered, but said nothing. "Do you?" I repeated. There was silence, and then...
"Yes," she whispered, trembling all over. "I love black cock..."
"Why do you love it, baby?" I continued. She hesitated. "Tell me!" I urged. 
"It's... it's so big..." she stammered. "So s..strong and d..dark..." 
She was in the zone. 
"What do you love?" I taunted. 
Again Michele said in a weak voice, "I love black cock..."
I removed it from her mouth and dragged it lightly over nearly nearly every square inch of her face before ending back at her lips. 
"I love black cock!" she cried, her voice cracking with emotion. 
Again she took it hungrily into her mouth, her entire body undulating as he worshipped the dark phallus. I watched in awe for several minutes before pulling it away from her chasing lips and tongue. 
"Do you want black cock to breed you?" I asked, my voice cracking in turn. 
She closed her eyes and softly gasped, "Yesss..." 
"Tell me where you want it..." I said.
"Inside me," she said softly, her eyes glinting.
"You want to see it go in. You want to see the darkness stretch and fill you..." I continued.
She nodded yes as the slightest hint of a mischievous smile crossed her face.. 
I moved it down her body, following with my lips and tongue - neck, breasts, belly - until I was face to face with her panty-covered pussy. Her simple, white-cotton undies were completely drenched - the fabric had wicked up so much moisture I could easily see her inflamed contours and pinkness underneath. I guess I should have removed the panties before securing her legs, but this sight was so beautiful that I was glad I'd forgotten! 
I kissed her swollen mound, enjoying the feel of the warm, wet cotton on my lips. I pulled them to the side, the cotton clinging closely to her folds. I blew air on her and took in her intoxicating scent: sweet, like a peach, with slight musk. Then I simply tore her panties off, holding the wet fabric against my face. I set the phallus on her tummy and crawled between her legs, holding her panties over her face. She breathed in deeply, her eyes twinkling. My own cock felt like it was going to split open, precum drooling freely from its head. 
I moved back down to Michele's uncovered pussy. It was so beautiful! Swollen, pink and glistening, with an immaculately maintained honey-blonde beaver tail. My eyes traveled back up her beautiful, golden-tan body: inner thighs; pussy; tummy; breasts; and finally her pretty face looking back at me, propped up by the pillows. Her expression showed desperation. She was flushed, lips quivering, breathing roughly - her full, firm breasts rising and falling. I kissed her inner thighs gently before moving to her pussy.
She shuddered at my touch as I kissed and licked gently all around it, then more firmly, then delved into her slit with my tongue. She tasted like warm honey. I teased her lips and clit with my teeth and tongue before moving to her tight anus. The feel of that firm, crinkled ring under my tongue made me tremble with lust. In the past I would have expected a vehement objection from Michele, as she had never even let me touch her there before. But in her current state I was not surprised that her only protests were whimpers and soft squeals. 
I licked her up and down from anus to clit until she was grinding her sweet mound into my face, close to release. I pulled back and she groaned. I did it again, working her to the edge before pulling back. She begged to come, her radiantly beautiful face looking down at me, her eyes pleading. I rubbed the phallus on her tummy and inner thighs, then all around her pussy. Her eyes left mine completely as she fixated on it. It was time.
I kissed the entrance to Michele's womb with the dark head. It was then that I realized I had forgotten the small bottle of lubrication that came with it. She was so wet I decided to continue without interruption. I gently stroked her lips up and down as they opened like a flower, then applied pressure, softly meeting resistance. Michelle was breathing out of control, staring wide-eyed as it probed her folds. With each firm though gentle push it sank a little deeper, penetrating a little further than each previous thrust. 
I watched her study the intense contrast between her smooth, pink labia and the dark, veiny phallus. It was the most erotically beautiful vision I had ever witnessed. This heart-breakingly beautiful woman, so golden, so wholesome and elegant at once, consumed by dark lust. I watched her watch it, writhing, entranced, her mouth open, her brow furrowed. "Unnnngh...unnnnngh..." she whimpered. She bit her lip, her head shaking back and forth nervously. 
"Do you want it, Michelle?" I asked. 
"Oh God, yes! Please give to to me!" she responded breathlessly. 
"What do you want?" I continued. 
"Please! I want it inside of me... deeper!" she pleaded.
It slid deeper and deeper, her wet, golden hair swirling on its surface. And then I witnessed something wonderful: Michele was stretched obscenely, her labia clinging tightly to the dark phallus. Embracing it. It filled her almost completely between her anus and clit, so that as it penetrated it threatened to pull her anus in with it. Her clit was rock hard, coral pink, and between it and her opening was a small, pink, concave membrane where I could see the tiny slit of her urethra. As the phallus forced its way in, then slowly withdrew wrapped in her flesh, my eyes less than a foot away, I could see a perfect droplet of milky fluid ooze from the slit, which would then drip down the membrane to the shaft. As it moved in and out more droplets would appear and drip down, until the dark, veiny shaft was coated with thick, viscous strands of her pearly cream. 
"Oh God... yes!" she cried. "It feels so good! Sooo good!"
"Say it, baby! Give in to it..." I insisted. 
Michele was delirious with pleasure, gasping and whimpering, her eyes fluttering but never straying more than a second from the penetrating darkness that was taking over her mind. She glistened with perspiration, her tummy clenching violently, her creamy pussy slurping and queefing on the conquering black shaft. 
"Say it, Michele!" I cried. "Surrender to it!" 
She was writhing in ecstacy, her lips muttering. Soft, guttural whimpers emerged, which she then molded into affirmative words: "I...l..love b..black cockkk...Pleeaaase! God, Oh God! Please...come inside...m..me! Fill me!"
It was so intense! Michele's spirit surrendering unconditionally to the mere idea of a powerful black man flooding her womb with seed. I myself was turned on probably more than I had ever been before. I was torn between my own intense arousal, and the disconcerting knowledge that a piece of dark latex and her own mind were providing my beautiful wife with more sexual fulfilment than I ever could.
Michele was having chain orgasms, one after another, until she exploded with such intensity that it scared me. Finally her shaking body settled into the bed. I trembled as I slowly extracted the phallus: it exited with a wet slurp, Michele's ravaged pussy frosted with her cream. Her entranced eyes gazed down her sweaty body to the cream-strewn phallus and her gaping cunt. 
Crawling up to her, I held it to her lips. As Michele's mouth opened and her tongue darted out, I pulled it away like before. But her eyes flashed her displeasure - there would be no more teasing. I followed her silent command, watching as she hungrily cleaned the phallus of her secretions until it was dark and shiny again.
I untied her legs and her arms, then she wrapped them around me. I kissed her face all over, nibbling on her lips, savoring her sweet flavor and scent. Then I went down and cleaned her in turn before, like the previous night, effortlessly sliding in and exploding. We embraced and caressed each other. I told her I loved her. 
After several minutes I asked, "So, do you want a real black man?"
She was silent. Neither of us said another word, falling asleep with our arms and legs entwined. 
This became a regular part of our lives. It changed our lives. To both of our enjoyment, Michele became more and more free with her feelings and desires, and our lovemaking expanded in all directions. It was a wonderful, intensely sexual time of exploration and discovery. One that would reach its natural consummation six months later.

[hirarandi]

Michele's Dark Destiny: the Cabo Affair
I had witnessed the awakening of unspoken desire in my wife, Michele, though I remained unaware that it would lead to obsession and beyond. We had entered a new world, with Michele falling again and again into the 'zone' that she had discovered those two nights. A zone in which nothing mattered but her desire. She would hold me spellbound with vivid descriptions of her ever-emerging fantasies, which we would then flesh out with role-play, often aided by her 'Mandingo Phallus'. Almost all of her fantasies came to involve black men, with many exploring a darkness and subversion in her psyche that I never knew existed. Yes, witnessing Michele uncover her deep sexuality was an erotic dream...though sometimes unsettlingly so.
On the domestic front, on the other hand, our lives continued unchanged, with our marriage remaining supportive and affectionate. Michele and I were enjoying a wonderfully fulfilling, outwardly wholesome life together!
Our careers continued at a demanding though rewarding pace. Michele seemed to handle her career effortlessly, even though it was at least as demanding as mine, and undoubtedly required more brain power. Just as when she was simultaneously working and completing her PhD, I was in awe of this lady's ability to handle every obstacle she faced.
I seemed to be working non-stop, having been assigned oversight of a very high-profile commercial real estate transaction. Its scope was a challenging responsibility for a Junior Partner, but I accepted it without reservation. And there was some great motivation! The firm has three Principals, led by first among equals, John Gross. Beneath the Principals are the Full Partners, including veteran Ops Chief, Larry Sullivan. Larry had taken me under his wing early and we always had a great relationship. He mentioned that he and the Principals were very impressed with my performance, implying that if this deal went well there could be a big reward.
As everything came together I found that I had more free time than expected, with just a few loose ends to be tied up. Knowing there would be no time between this project and others coming up in the spring, Michele and I decided that it was the perfect time for a getaway to Mexico. Cabo was an easy flight from Southern California and the perfect destination for a bit of adventure and quiet time together.
Everything was going as planned, when out of the blue the parties in my transaction requested that the closing be expedited to the Thursday we would be gone! It was nearly ready to go, so we had to accommodate the request. I asked Larry if I should reschedule our trip. "You load the gun and we'll pull the trigger," he assured me. I trusted him like a father! I finished my preparations, briefed Larry and the others, then on Saturday I packed for Cabo..
Michele and I arrived on Sunday afternoon, immediately taken by the beauty of the locale and our luxurious accommodation. The next days were wonderful, highlighted by magnificent weather, fine dining, parasailing, and snorkeling. We made the most of every day, often relaxing at our resort lounge in the late afternoon. The place was beautiful! The horseshoe-shaped lounge featured panoramic windows with a deck lining the outside. Both afforded magnificent views of the Pacific, the resort grounds and pools, and the harbor with its surroundings.
The days passed quickly. Thursday arrived, the day the big deal was to close. After parasailing in the morning, then shopping in the early afternoon, Michele and I showered and headed out again at about 4:30. Michele wore a green dress she had bought just for the trip, sexy and summery. It looked gorgeous with her honey-blonde hair, golden skin, and emerald eyes. The front came up in a loop around her neck, her arms and shoulder blades bare. It closely hugged her body while remaining tasteful, leaving just enough for the imagination. In one word? 'Stunning'!
And so the two of us found ourselves sitting on the deck enjoying a glass of wine while discussing our plans for Friday, our last full day. We both expressed disappointment that our trip was almost over, agreeing we would go for a long walk on the beach and take it easy on Friday.
It was then that Michele motioned, pointing to three black men coming out to the deck.
"Hey, there's Derek!" she exclaimed.
"Huh? Who, where?" I asked confused.
"There!" she pointed out, giving a friendly wave. One of the men smiled and waved back.
"Oh, yeah! Such a nice guy," I acknowledged.
We had met Derek the previous day as Michele and I were sitting in the surf taking a break from snorkeling. She was describing a problem with her underwater camera, when a tall, dark, ripped black man suddenly appeared, towering over us. It was kind of startling, but with a disarming smile he introduced himself as 'Derek' and offered help. He apologized for eaves-dropping, explaining that he had the same camera and had experienced the same glitch. He sat down next to Michele, leaning close to show her the solution, and in a minute or two he had it fixed. Then we all chatted a bit.
It turned out Derek was from Huntington Beach! He was somewhat flirtatious with Michele, but though unpolished he came across in a respectful way. And Michele ate it up! It was a turn on seeing her sitting in the surf, smiling, her golden body glistening wet, with this tall, dark stranger clearly enjoying the "scenery".
After Derek left Michele prepared to head back into the water, joking that maybe he was the 'one' we were looking for. I laughed, realizing where the 'one' idea was coming from! She mentioned, as if I hadn't noticed, how he had been checking her out. I reminded her that every man I had seen since our arrival on Sunday had literally undressed her with his eyes. "And every woman, too!" I half-joked. Michele's sky blue hip-hugger bikini ensured plenty of attention on that particular day. For my part, I was more content with watching her tight, round bottom dipping and bobbing in the water than with snorkeling myself!
Back to the present, Derek appeared at our table a few minutes after we saw him arrive. He was wearing a silk Hawaiian shirt, tan trousers, and loafers, sans socks. I had to admit that for a man so rough around the edges he could really put himself together. His clothes fit perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and chest, ripped arms, trim waist, and long legs. With his strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, and wide mouth, he looked like the quintessential movie star. Michele smiled her usual, radiant smile as he gently but firmly took her hand.
"It's great to see you again! Michele and..." He stumbled.
"Ty," I replied.
"Right! Ty..." he continued, shaking my hand in turn. His was large, calloused, and strong. "Well, you mentioned we might run into each other here, and look what happened!" Turning back to Michele with a confident smile, he continued, "How you folks been? Enjoying your trip?"
Michele responded, "We're great, and we're having a wonderful time! How about you?"
"I'm fantastic!" he said. "Any more equipment malfunctions?"
"Nope, no more malfunctions!" Michele replied, giggling at his obvious flirt.
"That's what I like to hear!" Derek responded with a laugh of his own, moving to the other side of our high-top table out of foot traffic, to my right and Michele's left.
I didn't remember mentioning where we might run into each other. In any case, Derek was a fine conversationalist. We learned that after serving in the Marines he started his own remodeling business. Since we were considering a project ourselves, we found him to be a treasure trove of information. I assumed he must do well being based in Huntington.
After about fifteen minutes Derek began to move between us and his companions, who themselves were engaged in lively conversations with those around them. Each time his attention drifted away Michele seemed disappointed, only to perk up again upon his return. After a few cycles back and forth his friends went inside, with Derek settlling in with us. We all got along great! Michele is a warm person, though thoughtful and sophisticated. She is pleasant to everybody, but she has to sense a certain connection to truly open up. That was the case here. Though I felt that normally private Michele was offering too much information regarding our lives, I didn't overthink it.
I lost track of time and before long it was past 5:30.
'Oh jeez, I need to call Larry!' I thought to myself. "Sorry, honey, I have to see how the deal went. Derek, an important transaction wrapped up today. In fact, probably within the past half hour. I just need to give my people a call. Give me about twenty minutes."
"Yeah, no problem! Take all the time you need..." he replied.
I wanted some privacy, so I slipped in through the lounge to the hotel lobby. There was still too much going on, so I walked out to the garden adjacent to the hotel. Perfect! Not to mention great reception. Larry answered and I could immediately tell that all went very well. He explained that due to a slight delay the closing had in fact concluded just fifteen minutes earlier. 'Perfect timing!' I thought.
Larry congratulated me on my diligence and leadership, noting that both our client and Gross were very pleased. We discussed other positive developments and he informed me that I deserved lots of credit for being so far ahead of the game, resulting in smooth-sailing at the end! He concluded by asking me about my trip, sent his regards to Michele, and we wrapped up. I felt like the King of the World as I headed back!
Inside the lobby again, I saw a door marked 'El Marinero Lounge and headed in. Then suddenly it all seemed strange, like I was in the wrong place! My eyes had not completely adjusted from outside, and I felt disoriented in the relative dimness. When I looked to my right to where the door out to the deck should have been, I saw tables and people. And the bar was to my right as well, not to my left as I expected.
After a few seconds I regained my bearings, realizing that I was on the other side of the symmetrical, u-shaped lounge from where I had left it. Sure enough, as I glanced around revelers I could make out Michele and Derek through the windows on the other side, and I could see the route that I had taken when I had exited on my way to call Larry.
It had become packed! In the corner of my eye I noticed another door out to the deck. So, I slipped through intending to loop back to the table that way. I was immediately struck by the fantastic view over the harbor, with the westering sun casting long shadows. I lingered for a moment, clicking off a few photos with my phone. Then I headed over to the table. As I came around the curved deck to about the eleven or twelve o'clock position, I could see Michele and Derek about thirty feet away.
Their backs were toward me. Michele was standing next to her seat now, looking spectacular from behind. Derek stood to her left. As I worked forward, other patrons coming and going slowed my pace. Then I stopped, startled to see him gently touch the small of Michele's back with his right hand. He leaned over and whispered something in her ear, then she drew close. I could see her profile as she touched her forehead to his shoulder with a smile.
Then my heart leapt to my throat as his hand fell to rest on her right hip. I could see him give it a gentle squeeze. 'WTF?!' I thought. Now I was frozen, barely able to move. I felt a lump in my throat. 'Please, baby, pull away...please...' I urged silently. She did not. In fact, her body language was relaxed and content.
Staff were giving me dirty looks for blocking the way. I scooted to the side, continuing my observations as I pretended to admire the panorama. My heart sank as I saw his massive hand move down to Michele's bottom, his dark fingers giving her right cheek caresses, followed by gentle pats. 'What the fuck is going on? What are they talking about?' I whispered to myself.
I should have marched over and surprised them from behind, telling him to get lost, but I didn't. I stood and watched as this black stranger caressed my beautiful wife's ass with his powerful hand, her clenching her cheeks tight for his pleasure. My dick stiffened completely in seconds. I could see the hollow of her right buttock under the trim-fitting dress as he softly cupped her.
Finally, I wrested my gaze away and slinked back to the lounge, barely able to breath. I delayed for a moment, collecting my thoughts and ducking into the men's room to splash my face with water. Then I returned to the table, easily seen from the same route I had left it.
There they were, smiling and chatting. Pushing in my empty chair I stood behind it, with Michele across the table and Derek to my right between us. Glancing over to the position where I had been watching in disbelief moments before, I noticed a very attractive woman at one of the tables near where I had been standing. She looked me straight in the eye with a wicked, knowing smile.
"How'd it go, big guy?" Derek inquired.
I was off in my own world, trying to process what I had witnessed. Trying to understand how my trip to make an important phone call had turned into a surveillance mission. Seconds seemed like minutes, and I did not answer. The looks on both of their faces turned to concern.
"Is everything OK? Were there problems?" Derek continued.
"Honey, is everything all right?" Michele added.
Finally, I managed to get a hold of my faculties and focus on the present. I squeezed out a fake smile and stuttered, "U..uh y..yeah, everything went well. The deal closed, and Larry said everybody was extremely impressed. Especially Gross."
"That's great! So what's wrong?" Michele asked. "You seem so distant...even upset."
"I'm not upset. I'm just thinking about some developments," I responded. "There's lots of information to process."
It was then that I felt the pulse of the text notification on my phone. Pulling it out of my pocket, I read the text: "From Richard, Peter, Larry, and myself: Congrats to the youngest EVP in Gross, Schwarz, Johnson history! Enjoy the rest of your trip, it's all on us! -JG"
A feeling of muted elation crept over me. I did not say a word, I just handed Michele the phone as new messages of congratulations arrived from Larry, Dick Schwarz, and Pete Johnson. As she read the texts a smile melted the concern that had been there seconds before.
"Oh my God! This is fantastic!" she cried. "It's wonderful! I'm so proud of you. Look, Derek! Tyler has been promoted to EVP. He's a full partner! Less than three years out of law college, and a full partner!"
"Congratulations, man!" Derek exclaimed, smiling. "That's incredible news!" He gave my right shoulder a firm slap.
Then he excused himself to go check on his friends, who had just returned with some girls they had met inside: "I need to go see what the other two 'musketeers' are up to." Derek's cavalier personality was at once charming and irritating. I quickly shuffled over to my right to where he had been standing.
Michele smiled, "Hurry back!"
Derek smiled in return as he headed off. His friends were chatting as he approached, the girls greeting him with beaming smiles. He took one's hand as he was introduced, pulling her close for a friendly hug. Then the other. Michele watched intently as a look of jealousy crossed her face. She smiled so as to appear unaffected, and I was hoping this diversion would prove permanent.
After a few minutes I could see the three men looking our way as the girls discussed something between themselves. Derek made hand gestures as if trying to get a point across to his friends. They were mostly looking at Michele, smiling and softly shaking their heads. Like Michele, I attempted to appear nonchalant.
I doubt I was successful considering the thoughts going through my head and gaining amplitude with each passing moment. Finally, after a few minutes of tension, feeling emboldened by Michele's jealousy, my anger, and my promotion, I cracked. "So, did you enjoy his hand on your ass?" I asked, point blank.
"What are you talking about?" Michele feigned. But the look on her face instantly gave her away. Shaking my head in disapproval, I then explained how I had accidentally come from behind to witness it all. Her expression turned to surprise, then embarrassment. She suddenly understood my distantness.
"I..I'm sorry," she stammered. "It just happened. He's so handsome and charming. It just happened. It felt nice and seemed fleeting, so I tolerated it."
I knew she was lying, remembering how she drew close, then clenched her toned cheeks so that he could enjoy the feeling of her firm flesh pulsing under his hand - that wasn't mere 'tolerance'! I looked into her eyes, which were dreamy and a bit sad. I was ready to accept her explanation and move on.
But then I couldn't believe my ears as she decided to continue: "And I don't understand why you would object..."
"Huh???" I asked, stunned.
"Derek's the perfect candidate!" she continued. "He's so sweet and confident. And look at him! He's tall, dark, and handsome. He's incredibly well-built, strong and healthy - and he looked even better yesterday in just his shorts! I can only imagine what the rest of him is like. It's only natural for a woman to respond to such a man. If there's one person on this Earth fit to fulfill our fantasy, he's standing right there!"
"Perfect candidate?" I asked incredulously. "Fulfill OUR fantasy?"
Michele seemed to catch herself, and thinking herself painted in a corner she admitted, "Well...yeah! I mean, you know I love to watch videos with black men, thanks to you. And that 'Mandingo' thing turns me on so much, as I know you're well aware. When you use it on me, or I use it on myself, I imagine the real thing. I imagine a strong, dominant black man penetrating me. It's just so intense!"
My pulse spiked at her sexy admission.
"But how does that equate to 'our fantasy'?" I asked, indignantly. "What does this have to do with me?"
Michele replied with a cold laugh: "It has to do with the fact that you have been obsessed with this idea for years even though you have only expressed it to me playfully in the past few months. But I know that it's more than just a fantasy for you, Tyler. It consumes you! That's the only explanation for what's gone on lately...you're obsessed."
'Holy shit!' I though to myself, dazed by her piercing eyes and mocking tone. I responded in whispered exasperation, "I can't believe what I'm hearing. I'm shocked! There's a difference between fantasy and reality!" I looked around nervously to ensure we weren't attracting attention to ourselves. Having never seen Michele use the 'Mandingo' on herself, the image of it was driving me crazy. My erection returned in full force.
Michele continued with restrained anger in her voice: "Oh, come on, Ty! Don't act shocked! As if you planted this seed, constantly watered it, and expected nothing to come of it. We have spoken about this repeatedly, though you always framed it as play so as to protect your pride. You ask me if I want the real thing and I say 'yes'. And now you expect me to believe that you were always pretending? I'm not stupid! I know you weren't pretending and neither was I. It seems like you feel ashamed of my desires, which are at least natural, but I have never judged you for yours."
My mind was reeling...I had created a monster! Less than an hour ago I had been enjoying a drink in a beautiful setting. I then received good business news. Shortly after that I saw a black near-stranger fondle my beautiful wife. Then I received fantastic news of a huge promotion. Now I was listening to my wife express her desire for that same man. It was an emotional roller coaster ride to say the least!

[hirarandi]

At the same time, I was awed by Michele's complete understanding of the dynamic of the situation. Especially considering how much of it had remained mere innuendo until then. She obviously has a deep understanding of how human beings work. She was completely aware of the intensity of my fantasy, that it went far deeper than the role-playing we had enjoyed, and that it substantially predated her involvement. I realized once again that my wife is an extremely intelligent woman and I felt stripped naked before her.
I sought middle ground: "Michele, you're right. I have been part of this from the beginning, the instigator. It just happened so quickly! That one night you were acting prudish, then within half an hour you were hotter than I had ever seen you before. Yes, it has been a fantasy of mine for years, but it all developed so quickly after that night. Like gasoline poured on a fire. Maybe we have both let these thoughts go too far, and I'm sorry if I promoted it. Fantasies are exciting, but that doesn't mean we wish them to come true."
"That's all correct," she retorted. "You should watch what you wish for."
Feelings of shame and embarrassment washed over me.
"Are you ashamed of me?" I asked sheepishly. "Ashamed of my fantasies?"
She responded, "Like I said, I have never judged you. Everybody has fantasies they might not want others to know about, but you deliberately brought me into yours. People aren't always in control of these things - they are rooted deep in our biochemistry, and our subconscious. The information is there, latent, waiting to be awakened by experiences or even thoughts. The problem is that it's impossible to put the genie back in the bottle."
I felt unsettled by the cold, scientific nature of Michele's analysis. "So how do we control this 'information', or whatever?" I inquired, nervously.
"We can't, entirely. The only thing we can do is to remove the guilt and conflict that can arise," she responded.
"How?" I continued.
"By accepting it and removing it permanently from the subconscious to the conscious. But enough for now...we will talk this out when we get home." She gave me a tentative smile.
I wasn't quite able to make sense of the 'subconscious to conscious' comment, but I was happy that some of the tension between us had dissipated, even if her demeanor remained cold and dismissive.
He returned to our table shortly thereafter, eliciting a warm smile from Michele. It was about 6:30.
"Well, as usual my traveling companions have made friends!" Derek observed with a raised eyebrow. We looked over to see the four of them getting along famously. I was able to get a better view: one was a sultry Latina; the other a tall, bronzed beauty with auburn hair. Both were extremely pretty, with beautiful bodies in sexy shorts and tops. The four of them seemed to be getting ready to leave.
"They're heading out to dinner, and then the clubs," Derek explained. "I can never control those dogs! And who am I to keep them on a leash, anyway? Their dad?" We all laughed.
I admired his (seeming) modesty, since while the other two were nice looking men, Derek was more ruggedly handsome in the face, taller and better built, and held more gravitas than either. This was confirmed by the multitude of women I had observed checking him out since he first arrived.
Then I made a decision: "Hey you two! I'm getting hungry and I'm ready for some new scenery. What do you say we head down to that place by the marina? I hear the food is excellent, and it's on me. Actually, it's on Gross, Schwarz, Johnson!"
"Well, I don't want to interfere with your evening," Derek replied. "I should probably head for one of the clubs myself - maybe I'll get lucky like those two!" We all laughed again.
"Oh, don't worry about it," I insisted. "You're more than welcome and we would both love to have you. Wouldn't we, Michele?" I asked pointedly.
"Well, uh, yeah. That would be wonderful..." she agreed, stumbling over her words somewhat. "We all get along great and we'd hate to see you alone for the night." She had a nervous look on her face, trying to figure out what she had just said.
"I'd love to!" Derek concluded with a smile.
I settled the bill to our guest account and we headed out, enjoying one last view of the 'Finisterre', crowned by the vast dome of the sky. The sun was resplendent in her final descent, sending forth desperate shafts of light through the clouds glowing shades of pink and gold; the deep Pacific waited with open arms to receive her. The harbor was a dark, inky blue below us, dotted with seacraft making their way in to nest for the evening. Around the harbor the twilit town glinted with lights coming on beneath the earthy hills beyond, and everywhere was the energetic din of friends and lovers enjoying themselves. Halfway across the dome the light was failing, absorbed by ever-changing shades of blue, darkening but clear, stars igniting. To the East the night was rising.
The road to the marina snaked to and fro down the hill, but to the side was a shortcut: a pathway down the barren hillside beautifully paved with stones and steps, lined with desert flora. After about a hundred yards it passed our cabana. I suggested we stop for a moment so I could swap my sandals for shoes. Michele agreed, as she wanted to freshen up. We headed over, our guest in tow. Once inside, she asked Derek if he needed to use the bathroom, intending to let our guest go first.
"Nope, I'm good!" he said, and stepped out onto the veranda.
Michele then went in, leaving the door open. I watched her apply a touch of lip-gloss, then give her hair a quick run-through with her brush, the flowing, sunkissed silk cascading to her shoulders. I had switched my sandals for shoes as intended, and then went into the bathroom to relieve myself after Michele had come out.
As I reentered the room I stopped short, my entire body suddenly flushed by a jolt of adrenaline as I instantly realized what was happening. The experience of months before flashed before me, as did everything that came after, culminating in the heart-to-heart Michele and I had just had. My heart pounded.
The two of them were by the veranda doors. Derek was standing closely behind Michele, his massive, black hands clamped firmly on her hips. He gazed at me intensely over her shoulder, Michele's expression betraying a sense of surprised terror and excitement.
She peered down at his hands, then placed hers so as to push them off her body: the sight of her long, graceful fingers struggling on his dark hands was electric. No doubt her helpless resistance merely resulted in an even stronger grip. Her lips were slightly parted and her brow arched. She looked dazed, as if she wanted to say something but could not muster the breath to communicate.
I could not only feel my heart pounding, I could hear it! My deepest desire, our deepest desire, was coalescing right there. 'How could this be happening?' I thought. But then my mind answered, 'How could it not be?' After all that had happened we must have left numerous markers that he picked up on. He had to have known or at least suspected everything, culminating in our inviting him along to 'dinner'. Michele's eyes pleaded with mine, I assumed to interfere, to stop him in his tracks, but I was spellbound, frozen in place.
Derek took this as permission to proceed as he kissed Michele's shoulder from behind. I could see her lips quiver as a soft sigh escaped. Then I could see her tremble at his touch as he slowly ascended her neck with his wide, full lips. Pulling her hair back with his fingers he whispered into her ear from behind, a shadow of a smile crossing her lips as she closed her eyes, breathing deeply, her reluctance evaporating in his grip.
She leaned her head to her right, offering him access to her smooth shoulder and neck. Her eyes reopened, their green fire burning through mine before falling down again to the mighty hands on her curves. Her own hands surrendered, melting lovingly onto his, caressing them as they caressed her. Her gaze met mine again, and she held it.
With Derek still behind her, his hands inched forward to her lower tummy. Michele turned her face to the side and up. He lifted one hand to caress her neck before gently covering her face with kisses, ending at her lips. Their mouths toyed with each other, brushing and probing, sucking and nibbling on each other's lips and tongues in turn. Then his tongue established dominance and I could tell it was in her throat. She moaned and whimpered, struggling for air through her nose. Finally their kiss broke, Michele gasping for air.
He then took her by the wrists, pulling them tightly behind and marching her over to the foot of the bed. Her eyes never left mine on the journey over. They looked immensely excited, though confused. Still I said nothing, locked in passivity, hard as a rock. Derek calmly lifted the neckloop of the dress over her head and began to slide the snug fabric down her sides. Michele hesitated for a brief moment, then moved her body rhythmically to assist, arching her back and lifting her chest as her breasts were uncovered.
They looked so beautiful! Smooth, firm, and proud above the green fabric gathered beneath them. His hands eased the dress down her sides, caressing the soft skin of her ribcage as it was revealed, inching the clinging fabric down until it settled on her flared hips. Then he took her breasts in his black hands and held them, softly caressing them, kneading them. After enjoying their firm fullness he moved to her nipples, the areolas pink, puffy and swollen, their tips rock-hard, her breathing ragged. He worked them relentlessly, drawing out whimpers and squeals. Michele clenched her bottom tight, placing her hands on his strong, lean, veiny forearms: everything about him was hard, dark, and phallic.
After minutes of having her breasts worked tenderly and then roughly, Michele turned her body toward him. She lifted her face to his, her head cocked slightly to the side. How I loved it when she gave me that look. When she was feeling pensive or tender, she would tilt her head to the side and raise her radiant eyes to mine. Then I would hold her close, kiss her forehead.
Now she was giving that look to him, and it said more. I could see not only warmth, but fear. She was shaking from head to toe as she stood, half-naked, before this powerful black man. She reached out, placing her hands on his chest, and with slow, nervous fingers she uncovered him button by button. Then she simply stared, marveling at the impenetrable darkness of his torso.
"Oh, God..." she murmured.
Derek smiled down on her. With a nervous smile in return, Michele reached up and stroked his face: his cheekbones; his jaw; his chin. His face was calm, confident, yet full of desire. Down the strong, sinuous neck to his collar bones she traced her fingers. Then out to his shoulders, down his ripped arms, and back up to his magnificent chest. She stared as she caressed his smooth, dark skin, her breath whistling in her throat, her beautiful hips swaying slowly into the void between their bodies.
"Oh, God..." she repeated in a soft voice, her eyes surveying the dark ridges and valleys of his arms, shoulders, and torso. "Such perfection." Placing kisses all over him, she then set her tight bottom down on the edge of the bed, her green dress still clinging to her golden hips.
Derek stepped forward until he was poised between Michele's spread knees. She placed more kisses on his hard abdomen, tracing the cleft down the center with her index fingers, then fanning all fingers over his sharply defined abs to his hips. Then the fingers of her right hand settled on the bulge heading down his left leg before she undid his belt, unzipped the fly and clasp, and watched as his slacks slid down his muscular thighs. He stepped out of his slacks and loafers as she tugged at his boxers. There was absolute silence as Derek's cock was uncovered, the look on Michele's face one of surprise and apprehension. He was at least as long as her 'Mandingo Phallus', and undoubtedly thicker.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
She continued in silence, staring, as if in a trance, until he brushed her cheek with his fingers.
"Yes..." she said wistfully, her eyes still locked on his dark organ. "It's beautiful..."
She reached out with her fingers to touch it, but as they drew near she hesitated. Then, with lips parted and long, lanquid breaths, she ran her fingers tenderly up and down its engorged length. Derek in turn began to run his fingers slowly through her hair.
"Is it what you expected?" he continued.
Michele continued to study the shaft, lightly dancing her fingernails on its dark, firm, veiny skin.
"It's more. It's like a dream," she responded, weakly, sliding her tight bottom off of the bed so that she was on her knees before him. "A hot, wet, dark dream..."
The combination of her gentle touch and rapt, lustful words was having a strong effect on Derek. He, too, was short of breath, his hard body glinting with increasing perspiration, his awesome manhood clearly throbbing with every beat of his heart. He took Michele's hands in his own, then brushed his rigid darkness along her collarbones, up her neck, and all over her face. She gasped and trembled with excitement as his phallus repeatedly kissed her pretty face, sometimes sliding smoothly over, sometimes clinging to and then skipping across her skin. Michele would never, ever let me do such a base thing to her, but the look on her face spoke of arousal the likes of which she had never known before.
And with Derek it was not base. It was right and ritual. I watched, spellbound, thinking of all the times I had marveled proudly at my girlfriend, fiancée, and then wife's beauty, and here she was on her knees in submission, letting a powerful black man rub his massive cock all over her face. It was indescribably hot, my difficult emotions negated by the erotic power of it all as I watched in silent, accepting awe.
After what seemed like minutes of teasing, Derek pressed the head against Michele's lips. As the flared, helmet-head pushed past their soft, succulent resistance, I heard a muffled whimper followed by a wet, stopping sound as her throat was plugged. The two of them remained motionless for about thirty seconds, Michele's green eyes twinkling up at him in wordless adoration.
Finally, with labored breath Derek withdrew, slowly, almost to the head, before pressing back in. Again I heard the stopping suction as Michele's throat was plugged, followed by wet breathing through her nose. They were still again, Michele's dewy eyes locking on mine. Again he withdrew and pushed in, and again, falling into rhythm as Michele adapted to what he was doing to her. She knew exactly what to do, slackening her wet lips, letting them drag softly over the dark, veiny shaft as he withdrew, until her throat was plugged again. Over and over, with Derek alternately running his fingers through her hair, and caressing her face as he fucked it.
He went deeper and deeper into her eager throat, no doubt more in awe of her skills than I was. Sometimes she would pull it out and rub it all over her face in sexual rapture. 'Where did she learn to do all of this?' I thought, the sight and sounds of my Michele worshipping the Dark Phallus abusing my heart to where I thought it would burst. After several minutes of experiencing this beautiful submission of White Woman to Black Man, Derek was ready to take her.
"Tell me what you want, Michele," he asked in his deep, soft voice.
At that moment, deep in the core of my being, a voice of reason silently cried out: 'Stop!' This was incredibly hot, but it was too intense. Part of me wanted it to stop. At least to hear my Michele gain control. Perhaps to say she wanted him to come in her mouth, and then to be done with it.
But she didn't say that. Rather, she pulled him out with a wet pop, then rubbed the dark, veiny, saliva-glazed shaft and flared head all over her pretty face.
"So hot...so black..." she replied, softly. "So strong! I want you inside me..."
Derek smiled, "What does this sweet girl want?"
"She wants to be fucked," Michele said, her voice cracking.
"What does she want?" he continued, leading her on.
Her face was blank and dreamy. "Black cock..," she whimpered, her voice wavering, her breasts rising and falling. "She wants black cock..."
"Her first?" he asked.
She nodded in the affirmative.
"Good girl," he said in a breathy voice.
Michele turned around, clambering up onto the bed and setting her knees on the edge where her bottom had been moments before. Derek stood behind her, his lean, powerful arms wrapped tightly around her frame with his cock pressed against her back.
Compelled by an unseen force, I moved and sat on the side of the bed within reach of their bodies. I studied the golden contours of Michele's sleek curves, and the equally beautiful lines of Derek's dark, chiseled physique. They were complementary. So different in every way, and yet a perfect match: soft and hard; golden and dark; submissive and dominant; feminine and masculine. Each was the archetype of their respective gender. They were a breathtaking complement to each other and I instinctively recognized their natural, irresistible attraction.
Derek nuzzled the back of Michele's neck, then buried his face in her hair. He moved down her spine, gently kissing paths outward to her shoulder blades. She was whimpering as she lowered her breasts and head to the bed, arching her back and lifting her sweet bottom. He continued, kissing and licking her back. He slid his hands under her dress, still clinging to her hips and ass, pushing it up so that it was like a gathered, green band around her waist. Then he took her round bottom in his hands, one smooth, toned cheek in each. He kissed the back of her thighs from behind, then her gorgeous cheeks, then finally her panty-covered pussy. He locked his fingers under her panties and peeled them off, tossing them over. I held the wet, fragrant fabric to my face.
"Damn, you're beautiful..." he said, breathlessly.
Yes, she was! Her outer lips were soft, supple, and flushed; her purplish inner lips engorged and firm, protruding slightly, parted and symmetrical. Her swollen flesh glistened with excitement, her perfectly manicured golden bush underneath. Again he kissed her bottom, then the backs of her thighs, then her inner thighs, then all around her puffy mound. Finally, he took the tip of his tongue and touched her clit, slowly dragging it up through her slit to her anus. She gasped and whined in excitement, thrusting into in his face as he worked her up and down, pulling her clit and lips with his teeth, lapping at them with his tongue, then softly lashing her crinkled hole. I had never seen her so ready and open prior to penetration.
"Pleeeaaase..." she cried.
"Please, what?" Derek asked.
"Please put it in my body..." Michele responded. "Fill me...fuck me..."
Michele was looking over her right shoulder at me, her glassy eyes in another dimension. Her face was wild and full of lust, yet there was a sadness, too, as if begging for forgiveness.
Derek set himself firmly behind her, pushing her knees far apart with his to where she was completely spread and vulnerable before him. I moved up, placed a pillow before her, then kissed her forehead while taking her hand in mine. "It's what you want, what we have fantasized about. Give in to him, Michele. You deserve what only a man like him can give," I said softly.
She remained silent, settling her head into the pillow, arching her back further, offering herself to her Dark Conqueror. I could feel her tremble in anticipation as he rubbed his shaft all over her thighs and bottom, wiping the head up and down in her steaming slit until it glistened with her juices, then dragging it over her tight anus and cheeks. Finally he pulled her arms so that her hand left mine, taking her wrists and holding them firmly against the small of her back. He pressed the head of his cock against her opening. Again Michele looked at me with a sadness as if saying 'goodbye'...and he took her.

[hirarandi]

With a slight clench of his buttocks Derek began to penetrate my wife. My Michele. Barely at first, her tight, aroused flesh offering token resistance before slowly giving way. She gasped loudly, her mouth open, taking in as much air as possible. The intense look on her face melted into one of relief and ecstasy as his head entered, though much, much more was to come. 
Derek's cock was thick and sturdy, from the flared head all the way down the vein-knurled shaft, until it reached his short, rough, black pubic hair. I could see Michele's pinkness gripping his darkness. She was moaning and whimpering as he worked his way in, biting her lower lip. After a minute or two he had about three inches in and I could hear her panting, faster and faster, as she was wracked with tremors. Then, as before with the 'Mandingo', Michele began to cream, secreting heavy lubrication.
"You're creaming on me! So beautiful and sexy, baby..." Derek gasped, his eyes wide with excitement. 
She was freely coating his shaft with accommodating wetness, naturally aiding deeper penetration. I scooted forward slightly for a better view, watching as the plowing darkness pushed her cream up onto her anus as she shuddered again in orgasm. Before long Derek was into her as far as he would go, all except two to three inches. I knew he was at rock bottom, having completely filled her sweet body, kissing her cervix. His motions were like a dance behind her rather than thrusts, slowly increasing in energy until every rhythmic stroke took her breath away. Wet squishing and slapping sounds filled the room, accompanied by deep moans and sharp squeals.
Again I moved up to her face, and what I saw was almost too much to bear. Her face was so intense, so enrapt with arousal and ectasy as she gripped the pillow. She was gently sobbing, tears on her cheeks, lips quivering. 
"Do you want to stop?" I asked frantically, my heart in my throat.
There was no response, just a lustful, spell-like stare into the distance. Soon she came again, hard, her eyes rolling back in her head. He drove into her relentlessly, dark and sweaty as he sexed her beautiful body. Letting go of her wrists he wrapped his left hand in her hair and firmly pulled back her head. 
"You love it!" he stated. 
"Y..yesss..." she said softly in reply. 
"Say it..." he demanded.
I...l..love..it..." she stammered.
"Again!" he instructed.
"I...love..it..." she repeated.
He smiled at her words.
"Is this the best thing you ever had, Michele?" he continued.
"Yesss...it's so good! Sooo good..." she affirmed.
"Better than your husband?" he continued, manhandling her as he drove linear, ramrod-like thrusts into her queefing cunt. She hesitated. 
"Better?" he repeated, tugging her hair.
"Yes..." she whimpered. "Stronger..."
"Say it!" he implored.
"Stronger!" she cried with passion. "Better!"
It was getting out of control, but I couldn't do anything about it if I wanted to. The only thing I could do was open my trousers and pull out my dick. 
"So strong...dark...beautiful! So...sexy!" she choked out in fragmented sobs of ecstasy. 
"Where do you want it?" he asked. 
"Inside me! In me...PLEASE!" she panted, her voice cracking. "Need it."
"What do you need?" he chided.
"You!" she cried. "I need your strength. Please come in me...please fill my body...give it to me..."
Derek smiled, smugly. "You want my seed..." he said.
"Yes..." she whispered. "Yesssss..."
This wasn't lovemaking. It wasn't even fucking. It was ritual, animal sex. It was breeding. I had watched the female, the gatekeeper, choose the male. She had selected a dominant black male and was being mentally bred. It was the only logical way to describe the power and inevitability of what was happening. I was witnessing the ritual of natural selection, even if she was on birth-control.
He had her by the hips now as he relentlessly rutted into her, straightening his body as he neared release. His hands gripped her, his sweaty chest rising and falling. He groaned, pushing in deep and letting go. He gasped, emptying himself into my beautiful wife with his long, thick, dark fingers digging into her glass smooth buttocks. Michele came again almost simultaneously, whimpering and sobbing as she clenched the pillow, arching her back even more and pushing into him as she was inseminated. Then I released the heaviest, most satisfying load of my life onto my shirt.
He stayed buried inside, still kneeling, until at last she slid forward off of him. He was still rockhard, his organ bearing witness both to her arousal, and to the explosion of semen he had left in her womb. 
Michele sighed in satisfaction, shaking, rolling over and stretching her body as if waking from sleep. "Oh my goodness, look at you!" she gasped. "So strong and dark and beautiful, just like I said!"
Soon Derek was next to her, holding her, with Michele running her fingernails on his shoulders, neck, and peppercorn hair as they kissed tenderly. "You're so sexy," she said, stroking his neck and jaw with her fingernails as she covered his face with kisses. They rested, cuddling for several minutes as I poured them each a glass of wine.
It didn't take long for the embers to burst back into flame as their tender kissing and touching gained passion. "I need you inside me, again," Michele urged as she feasted on his body with her eyes, reaching and taking his heavy organ in her hand. "Let me see it! Let me see black cock penetrate me..." 
Derek was ready to go, sliding her dress over her hips and off completely. He crawled over my wife, her golden body eclipsed by his darkness, pushing her legs apart and slowly filling her welcoming body. I grabbed the pillow again, setting it under Michele's head, helping prop it up so she could see. She was hot and damp, her scent sweet and heavy. 
It was a mesmerizing sight: Michele on her back with her legs spread so wide; her back arching, lifting her glorious hips into him; his dark, powerful phallus plowing deeply into her pink and purple folds over and over, her engorged flesh gripping his; her sparse, golden bush clinging to his dark, veiny skin. He ran his hands over her smooth thighs, belly, and hips; while she reciprocated on his muscular arms and shoulders, her beautiful eyes locked in lust on the black, penetrating shaft. 
Michele came again, toes curling, as he stroked her long and hard, readying for his second release. Finally he tensed up, withdrawing with a gasp. She lay trembling beneath him, her pussy empty and gaping, his sinuous body tight and sweaty between her splayed legs, his cock parallel to her abdomen. Without any further stimulation he shuddered, groaning deeply as it erupted. 
I had never imagined anything like it! Several long, full streams of semen were ejected from his organ, splatting heavily on Michele's breasts and abdomen, some hitting her neck and face. There were three long, full ropes, followed by a few somewhat smaller ones, then one huge one, then they tapered off. His cock twitched and jumped as he unloaded, Michele staring wide-eyed as he basted her with seed.
Finally, breathing deeply, a smile covered his face as he looked down upon his conquest. The still rigid phallus continued twitching, spitting out tiny bits of semen to join the heavy rivers of thick ejaculate which had already been deposited on my wife's body: her smooth breasts and belly were riddled with clumps and strands of his emission, some of which were now pooling into her navel.
"Oh my God...look at it all," Michele moaned. "How? You just came inside of a me twenty minutes ago. So much...so much!" This being his second load, she was no doubt trying to comprehend how much he had left inside her with his first. She smeared some into her nipples, then reaching down and using a scissor motion with her fingers, she scooped it from her breasts and tummy and fed it to herself. 
Michele greedily lapped up the viscous clumps cradled on her fingers, slurping and smacking to her heart's delight. I envisioned similar sperm-rich clumps clinging to the walls of her womb. She smeared the remainder all over her body, relaxing as if in a trance. She rubbed it into her breasts and belly, her pussy lips and inner thighs, her underarms, everywhere, calmly smiling. 
Derek stayed most of the night in our cabana, of course, consigning me to the sofa as they went at it three more times before falling asleep in each other's arms. I was awoken in the morning darkness by more sounds of passion. By slurps, whimpers, moans, and meeting flesh. By the words and sounds I could tell Michele was again engaged in eager cock-worship, until Derek took control and put yet another load of seed in her womb. Then they lay together in quiet. 
After some tender whispers Derek dressed and left, leaving Michele to drift off to sleep again.
Finally the morning arrived, bright and glorious. I arose from the sofa, quietly. Walking over to the bed I examined the scene: Michele was on her back, asleep, breathing gently, her hair disheveled on her neck and lower face, her right leg bent so that the sole of her foot was against the inside of her left knee. Her body looked so beautiful. But as I drew closer I could see her skin had the dull patina of dried sweat, marked all-over with streaks and patches of dried fluids. Her mons was purplish and swollen, her neatly-trimmed pubic hair matted, and her parted labia plastered with their dried juices. The room was redolent of the mingled musk of sweat, cum, and cunt.
As my eyes traveled up her body to her face, Michele's eyes opened, piercing green. No words were exchanged and none were needed. After a moment she lifted her ravished, black-marked body from the sheets and disappeared into the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge on the way and taking it down in massive gulps. A few minutes later I heard her brushing her teeth, then enter the shower. I stepped out onto the veranda and tried to make sense of it all.
After I showered we met Derek for breakfast. "Those sheets will need two cycles!" Michele giggled, turning the housekeeping sign to "Por favor, servicio la casa!" as we left the cabana. She looked like a spoiled, happy teenager in running shorts, polo shirt, flip-flops, and ponytail, flashing sunny smiles and dimples all morning. Having missed dinner the night before we were all famished, with Michele enjoying an omelette, toast, juice, and several large servings of fresh fruit. 
Then the three of us spent most of the day at the beach. I enjoyed the sight of them frolicking in the water, followed by him applying lotion to her back and thighs, his fingers slipping under her bikini. Around noon they disappeared for about an hour, the details of which Michele recounted after their return. She told me he had taken her roughly, forcing her onto the bed, pulling her bikini-bottom to the side, and feeding her hungry snatch from behind. She slid the darkened crotch of her bikini aside to show me her freshly-pummeled, inseminated cunt. After relaxing in the afternoon and enjoying another intense night, we left for home late Saturday morning. Derek and Michele had already exchanged phone numbers and e-mail. He lives just a couple of hours from us, and still in the spell of the encounter we all hoped for more. 
The follow-up proved emotionally challenging, however. The Cabo Affair was the most intense experience of our lives, and it shook me to my core. Coming to grips with it was not easy. For weeks Michele and I drifted apart, dealing with the difficult emotions and regret that had emerged in the aftermath. There were periods of silence, interspersed with long discussions, tears, and exhaustion. Our intimate life completely disappeared, though investigative work on my part uncovered the fact that Michele remained busy with her 'Mandingo'.
I so missed being close to her, but in the end I came to an unsettling realization: seeing her so completely dominated by Derek excited me and satisfied me more completely than any sexual experience that I had ever been part of myself. Ever! I found myself incessantly fantasizing and masturbating to the images and feelings that accompanied their intensely beautiful, animalistic encounter. I came to the conclusion that unions of women like Michele with men like Derek are natural. The way it's supposed to be. 
One night a couple months later we were in bed talking, watching the news. Michele was wearing a satiny camisole with spaghetti straps and matching panties. I felt the urge to discuss something that had been weighing on me. The sexual tension of Cabo was a dominant undercurrent and so I asked Michele if Derek had ever contacted her as we had hoped. I urged honesty. 
"No," was her answer. "I'm sure he has many very attractive female friends. Somebody new all the time. Just imagine all the beautiful women he has access to in Orange County. High college girls, soccer moms, and everything in between.
I nodded silently in agreement. "Have you ever contacted him?" I followed.
She held my hand and shook her head, "No."
"But you want to?" I continued.
"Huh?" she asked, confused. 
"Be honest with me. I know you want him again...I can sense it and I don't blame you. Your chemistry and what you experienced were incredible," I admitted. "You melted before him! It must have been wonderful for you, with your beauty and sexual power, to finally meet your match. To find a man with even greater power than the most beautiful woman, and to completely surrender. I want you to have that again, Michele. I want you to feel sexy and fully satisfied. I want your feminine needs and desires to be fulfilled."
"You can't be serious after what we have gone through!" she cried.
"I am serious," I assured her. "I know you think about Derek and what happened, but I wonder how often. Tell me!" 
"Why do you want to know this?" she asked.
"Because I know you do! I know you want it again. Tell me..." I responded. 
She shook her head frantically with a confused look on her face. 
"Tell me..." I repeated.
Gathering her wits, she finally blurted out, "All the time! Every day I think of it, dream of it! I dream of our bodies together, him in my mouth, watching and feeling his black cock penetrate me...all day. There! Are you happy now?"
"At work?" I asked, short of breath.
"Yes, at work!" she cried. "I have been having a hard time focusing. I go into the ladies room and make myself come thinking of him. Sometimes I come home for lunch and use the 'Mandingo'." 
She was emotional, though I could tell by her wavering voice and swollen nipples that she was deeply excited. They say nipples never lie, and that's especially true for Michele. 
"Use it now!" I urged. 
We had unsuccessfully tried to have sex three times since Cabo, though I had no problem lending a hand to own my needs. Now I wanted to see her use the 'Mandingo' on herself, as she had alluded to. I switched our Smart TV to the browser, quickly finding interracial porn - Michele looked confused, until she figured out what I was doing. After a few minutes she leaned back and fell into the zone, her breathing short, touching herself as she pushed off her dampened panties. Reaching to her left, she pulled open the drawer of her nightstand...and there it was. Right in the front, wrapped in a white silk scarf. She pulled it out, studying it with her eyes, then kissed and licked it before wrapping her lips around the head and taking two thirds of it into her throat: I suddenly realized how she had developed the deep-throating skills she displayed with Derek. Then it went into her dripping snatch. We both came quickly, she on the 'Mandingo Phallus', and I on myself.
"His information is in your phone, contact him," I suggested, as we lay there afterward. There was silence as we both drifted off to sleep.
Things seemed to improve between Michele and I during the next week. We talked a lot, and laughed. Laughter had been lacking and it was a good sign. The week flew by and it was already Saturday as we relaxed by our pool. She had put on a bikini to soak up some early-summer sun and looked spectacular. But for all of my effort not to, I could not help but to envision Michele's beautiful body violated and ravaged by Derek. I could not help but to envision his strong hands touching her all over, coaxing her out of that bikini, and then dominating and inseminating her, body and mind. I could not escape it! I could not escape the obsession and knew the same was true for my wife. I was wracked with guilt about where I had led her, but the thoughts and images were too powerful and it was no use resisting.
"Have you thought about what I said earlier in the week?" I asked.
She was silent.
"Don't worry...I want whatever you want. You don't have to fight it, honey. You need a powerful black man to dominate you again. You need Derek...just one more time. Then we can get back to our normal life together," I continued.
She stared at me. 
"Call him!" I urged.. 
"W...when?" she asked. 
"Now. Call him!" 
I took her iPhone from the table by her chair and handed it to her. There was an uncomfortable silence that lasted minutes, and losing patience I went into the kitchen to get a drink. Then...I heard it through the screen-door.
"Derek? Hi...it's Michele," she said haltingly. 
My heart nearly stopped.


The End