10 comments/ 65887 views/ 50 favorites My Kaitlin's Soul is on Fire Ch. 01 By: shakeaspear The power of one's mind can influence even the most rational among us to make unwise choices. We all have certain hot buttons that arouse us and sexually stimulate us to our very core. Those proclivities when triggered can lead us to some very dark places, the thoughts and images in our mind can overwhelm a person's normal rational judgment. I will leave it to the Psychiatrists' and published university studies to argue what spurs any particular sexual scenario to the forefront; there are many theories: from early childhood influences, traumatic events, visual, or audio influences, some suggest subconscious persuasions etc... Some individuals spend an entire lifetime wrapped up and attempting to quench a particular fetish. In my case it was a sudden recognition of a scenario that I never-ever dreamed I would or could find arousing, yet in a few days it became an obsession, my compulsion. Dark Thoughts overwhelmed my Psyche, and anything and everything connected seemed to stimulate all of my senses.... Sights, Smells, Tastes and Sounds took me to the same dark place, and it aroused me on every imaginable level. For me this compelling stimulus, involves visions of my lovely wife, held passionately, in the arms of another man. Darkly intensified and deeply magnified by the fact that he is not just any other man, to be specific he is a large and powerful Blackman! Yes a Blackman violating the sanctity of my Kaitlin's womb! Why do these disturbing thoughts turn me on; I do not know. How they became so powerful; I cannot answer. It is how I am wired. Here is our tale. We are both twenty eight years old, married now for three years, I am John and my lovely wife is Kaitlin, often Kate, Katie or K depending upon the person's familiarity, and circle of friendships. We met our sophomore year in college, but only started dating the late part of our senior year. She quickly became the only girl for me. She is smart, beautiful and athletic. At five foot six inches and weighing in at one-fifteen she possesses the body of an athlete mainly due to her background in ballet, jazz dancing and gymnastics. Her muscle tone is breathtaking, her abs are rock hard, not an ounce of body fat, just slightly muscular with a long and lean tone, but still so very feminine. Kaitlin's breasts although not large are spectacular and firm; she could go braless all the time except that she is a little self conscious because her nipples are very prominent. Her dark blonde highlighted hair is now at a corporate chic shoulder length, in a more sophisticated style compared to the earlier days when she wore it longer. Her eyes are bright green and expressive and can make me melt. People tend to comment about her resemblance to a young Jennifer Aniston. In a nutshell she is a lovely woman. As for me, I am sort of the "all American" guy. An overachiever, good looks, decent athlete, President of the Fraternity etc... Of my many accomplishments winning Kaitlin's heart was tops. Shortly after graduation I landed a job with one of the leading medical device manufacturers and my career took off. My motivation was through the roof I wanted to provide Kaitlin with a wonderful life. We soon got engaged and had a story- book wedding. Our first year and half we lived in my bachelor condo loft in the city, and it was terrific being young and in love with all the vibrancy of city life. We took advantage of all the dining, drinking and dancing opportunities just outside our doorstep. I received a promotion at work and really began to rake in some serious dough for a young man. Kaitlin worked for a large insurance company in the Marketing department and could walk the three blocks to the office tower where they were headquartered. She quickly became sort of the quasi social director of a large group of co workers arranging happy hours and events. It was a great group of fun loving married and singles ranging in age from twenty to fifty. We also enjoyed a few exotic vacations where we were able to explore this great big wonderful world. We were enjoying a marvelous life together. I cherish our sex life. There is an intimacy shared when two people care for each other as deeply as we do. I had been your typically horny teenager who was finally able to get some at age fifteen, and never stopped trying to get as much as I could until I fell for Kaitlin. I had many girlfriends as well as one night stands. In college at my Frat it would sometimes get crazy and there were more than a few occasions that some crazy chicks would provide a gangbang experience. I guess you could say I sowed my wild oats. On the other hand, Kaitlin had somewhat limited sexual experience. She lost her virginity the night of her senior prom, to her one and only serious boyfriend of three years, their relationship ended during her sophomore year of college. She had one more sex partner, a semi serious boyfriend at college during her junior year. In addition she confessed to one drunken encounter, where she allowed this gorgeous tall handsome blonde model type, to pick her up at a beach party, she described it as both uncomfortable and unsatisfactory. I enjoyed being the special person that was able to slowly unlock some of her inhibitions that allowed us both to be both satisfied and content as lovers. It always thrilled me to discretely watch my wife when we went out, she was so unaware of her sparking sensuality, an inadvertent flash of thigh, and the way her nipples always showed just a hint, her innocent demeanor in contradiction with every gesture and mannerism that exhibited her feminine charm. I could see the many men lustfully admiring her, and it stroked my ego, because she was all mine! As we matured a little bit the serious discussions about starting a family became more frequent and was something we both looked forward to together. We decided the time was right to sell the condo and begin to search for a house in the suburbs. We soon came upon a wonderful sub division with a house that could be described as a mini McMansion, it was twenty percent over our already generous budget, but damn it was spectacular. My career seemed to be on the fast track and my salary, bonus and commissions continued to be growing. So ultimately we decided we could afford it, and we purchased our dream home. After settling into the new house our first couple of months were consumed with all the decorating projects and acquisitions we could afford, and a few we probably could not. Everything about the new place was expensive room after room, not just furniture, but art and accessories. For the first time in my adult life I began to have a considerable amount of financial stress. Initially I tried to keep the problem under wraps hiding it from Kaitlin; she was enjoying the process of building our very tasteful and elegant nest. She really lit up when she discussed the plans for the nursery and how charming it would be for our future children. I had heard that mothers to be have a radiant glow, she was not even pregnant yet and she was lighting up the room. Finally I had to sit her down and come clean about our finances. We were in trouble, not so deep we would lose the house trouble, but we needed to put the brakes on all the plans for additional projects, play a little bit of catch up. We realized how fortunate we were to be as young as we are and to have so much so soon. We did not get too discouraged as we tightened our belts and tackled the do it yourself labor intensive projects we could still afford. On one Saturday morning as I returned from my all too frequent trips to Home Depot I came upon Kaitlin in what was to be the nursery. She was on the floor scraping and sanding the baseboard. She looked so sexy in her old jeans and a pink tee shirt. Even with dust and smudges on her face and no makeup she is a beautiful woman. I am one lucky guy. I could not help but admire the way her rear end looked in those jeans, as she sanded away unaware of my presence. Her tits jiggled as she continued to sand the baseboard, I admired the way her super sensitive nipples poked through the cotton tee shirt, and although Kaitlin's a small C cup, her nipples are out of this world. Her areola is dark and puffy about the size of a silver dollar with nipples that always seem to be erect and protrude a good three quarters of an inch. I just stared at this incredibly sexy woman, who was so unaware of her devastating charms, even while doing the most mundane task she exuded sex appeal. I approached her and kissed her passionately, she stared at me with a look of amusement conveying what brought that on. I had to have her, right then and there. I rolled her onto the carpeted floor and tore the pink tee shirt from her body exposing her gorgeous breasts; she just smiled at my unprecedented aggressive attack. I quickly unsnapped her jeans and yanked them down her legs and off. I briefly admired her stunned expression as she laid there wearing only a skimpy pair of gray cotton athletic style panties. I stood and stripped, then knelt down and ripped her panties at the hip and flung the remnants of torn material across the room. I stared down at her naked body in awe. She was so damn beautiful. I pushed open her legs and admired her gorgeous pussy with a beautifully trimmed landing strip above, the blonde hair color just a shade darker then the sun streaked highlighted hair on her head. She kept her dark blonde fleece trimmed short, and precisely shaped and tapered about an inch wide and rising upward about two inches, while the rest of her is smooth and pristine. She kept her tiny bush groomed this way to accommodate my preference, my exclusive visual feast. I have always been infatuated with how lovely her puffy unusually large engorged inner lips dampen with her arousal. Her prominent gorgeous pink labia minora open up like a flower in full bloom beckoning to be pollinated. At that moment, I needed her with an urgency I had never felt before, as I kissed her wet open mouth our tongues began a rhythmic dance, twirling across each other's teeth and then probing deep searching for the others throat; my cock was as hard as steel. I moved in to mount her, she moved her hand down grabbing my hard dick, and I was thinking that she was going to guide me in. In a frustrated voice she said. "It's not safe; you need a condom, John." Unfortunately since our financial reassessment, we had decided the need to postpone having a baby and she had not yet been to the OBGYN to renew her pill RX. I felt emasculated as my cock deflated thinking that my financial troubles had got in the way of our dreams and our passion. First off all we did not even have any condoms in the house and we both hated using them anyway, as Kaitlin had a slight allergic issue with latex. I sighed then proceeded to go down on her first kissing then tonguing her pussy as she grabbed my hair and maneuvered her hips toward my face desperately seeking satisfaction. I felt like a failure, because I wanted to make love to my wife, but all I could provide her with was oral satisfaction, for now. Frustration...! As the next few months went by, some routines began to set in. Kaitlin went back on the pill, most weekends we tackled the inexpensive house projects. A great deal of manual labor inside, painting and shelving, lots of hooks etc.. All of the stuff required just to function properly in our delayed dream house. A great deal of energy and heavy lifting went into the landscaping so usually by Sunday night we were both exhausted. To top things off my company went through a major reorganization, the good news was I received a promotion and was now the youngest Regional Vice President the company ever had. With the new title came a lot more responsibility and travel, too much travel. The downside was the overall compensation was not much more. I was doing better than 99% of guys my age, but that damn dream house really had us strapped. We were working harder than ever and cutting out expenses where ever we could. We barely went out. It hurt me and I felt inadequate sometimes when I looked into Kaitlin's eyes because I desperately wanted her to have it all. In our new neighborhood most of our neighbors were a bit older and a little better established, and the majority had kids ranging from teenagers on down to babies. We soon became friendly with a family a few doors down. They are Jack and Diane with two adorable kids Kimmy who was five and little Jack was three years old. Big Jack was about forty and Diane was thirty three. Jack ran his Fathers Company which really was a bunch of companies including a chain of more than a dozen dry cleaners. Diane stayed at home, when she was not out spending cash, meaning she was not home all the time. As we became friendlier Jack explained to me one night over a couple of beers that the dry cleaning stores brought in a ton of cash business and he did not feel obligated to declare it all to the IRS, so they literally had a cash flow problem. They had too much cash and the only way to solve it was to spend it. I wanted his problem. We actually got to know our neighbors through their five year old daughter Kimmy. One day Kaitlin was working in the yard planting some flowers when she looked up and standing over her shoulder was this five year old pixie that quickly told her. "Hi my name is Kimmy." and kept talking for half an hour without taking a breath. Kaitlin adored the charming little girl after the first minute and the feeling was mutual. At some point Kimmy told Kaitlin she thought that Kaitlin was the prettiest girl in the whole wide world. From that point on every time Kimmy spotted Kaitlin she came running to be with her new 'bestest-friend'. Soon introductions were made to the rest of her family. It pained me that I knew deep down that Kaitlin wanted her own daughter just like Kimmy. For now most things for us were on hold. Over the next few weeks little Kimmy almost became a fixture at our house yearning to spend quality time with Kaitlin. Initially Diane would come retrieve Kimmy an apologize profusely for the inconvenience of her wondering inquisitive five year old daughter. Soon enough Diane came to realize that both Kaitlin and I enjoyed their precocious little girl and actually got a kick out of her infatuation with my wife. Shortly after Diane and Jack invited us over for some steaks on the grill, and a comfortable friendship ensued. Over the next couple of months we became quite friendly, in fact most Sunday afternoons we would attend their fabulous cookouts. They had an incredible backyard with just the right balance of privacy and openness with the right amount of trees strategically laid out minimizing the need for privacy fencing. There is a fabulous infinity pool and a deck area that features multiple gas grills, outdoor refrigerators, a sink, multiple entertainment levels with a big outdoor television and sound system and of course a large hot tub spa. The entire home looked like one of those houses that you see winning a contest on the Home/Garden cable program. The menu usually consisted of steak and lobster with all the trimmings followed by some decadent dessert. Jack also served top shelf booze, from rare single malt scotch, one of kind Kentucky bourbons to fine wines and champagne. We felt obligated to reciprocate and had them over on a few occasions, but our budget relegated us to burgers and beer because the damn dream house kept draining all of our discretionary income and then some. To make matters worse when they came over to our place they brought us beautiful extravagant gifts, for me Cuban cigars, a new hybrid golf club, for Kaitlin a gift card at a top of the line day spa, a dried flower arrangement that must have been five hundred plus dollars, expensive designer clothing, purse's and accessories, just to name a few. I soon became fond of Jack, in some ways he became the big brother I never had. One evening after a couple of beers I confided in him about our financial struggles. He gently smiled and said he knew all along, but that I had nothing to be ashamed of. That for such a young couple we had accomplished a great deal and if I showed discipline then I could right the ship. He assured me that our friendship did not depend upon tit for tat, and that he and Diane enjoyed being generous with their friends and were fortunate that they could. He said he never expected anything in return from us other then friendship and if he and Diane wanted to shower us with gifts we should just graciously accept them. He very sincerely grabbed my shoulders and gently shook me and told me to cheer up you have a wonderful life Sport. He was genuine and it did make me feel better. Then he said. "John I have one rule: I never loan friends money unless they really need it." I returned his smile and said. "I never would ask Sport." We toasted our drinks and enjoyed the warmth of our bonding moment. I will attempt to describe Diane, but may struggle a bit because she is a very complex woman with many nuanced layers. Let us start with the physical. She is about Five foot Ten and I guess 135 pounds with long brunette hair and a healthy killer body. She resembles actress Catherine Zeta-Jones. She has a confident air, a bit opinionated in a polite way. She is wicked smart and actually graduated with honors from an Ivy League school. She recently had het tits done and jokes they are not any larger but she just replaced the bounce because her two kids wore them out. Her eyes are deep brown and very expressive; she tends to stare into your eyes when she wants to emphasize her point. She is very self assured and seems to be very comfortable in her own skin. She tends to be three thoughts ahead of everyone. It is apparent she is very pleased with her life. Diane can be a little bit forward although even when she occasionally would tell an off color joke she could pull it off with a certain class, different from Kaitlin's much more gracious and reserved mannerism. The bottom line was Diane was sure about both the things she wanted out of life, and was going to get them. So as time passed my life with Kaitlin, became a bit more routine. I was traveling and out of town two to three days during the week. Exhausted and house poor. At one point a former colleague offered Kaitlin a job with his new company, and she accepted because it paid a few thousand dollars more per year. I should have been more supportive and encouraged her to stay at her present position because she really enjoyed both the work and the people, and the new company was much more conservative and smaller, but I was desperate for even the miniscule improvement in our income, so I was silent about discouraging the change. As a trooper Kaitlin sacrificed her happiness and fulfillment to make us a relatively little bit more money. Once again in my silence I felt like I was disappointing her and letting her down. With our tight budget and increased pressure from our jobs our one constant bright spot seemed to be the occasions when Jack would take me golfing at his country club and Diane would take Kaitlin to dinner when I was traveling. Although initially Kaitlin was uncomfortable when Diane would stop by upon returning from her frequent trips to the mall, and drop of a gift bag saying Kimmy had picked out this outfit for Kaitlin. The stuff was always high end designer fashions from Sac's, Bloomingdales, and frequently Victoria's Secret; obviously Kimmy was not picking out this stuff. We most looked forward to Sunday afternoons and early evening, it would find us typically dining and drinking at Jack and Diane's home. It was comfortable and relaxed and a pleasant way to wind down the week. Sometimes the kids were there, but most often they either returned towards the end of the meal. My Kaitlin's Soul is on Fire Ch. 01 As Diane joked she had to play peacemaker and diplomat amongst the kids Grandparents divvying up the time equally. There were three sets of grandparents; Jacks mom and dad, as well as Diane's parents who were divorced and remarried. So every weekend on Friday night or Saturday morning the delegated pair took the kids and spoiled them like only grandparents can. Jack being an only child and Diane having one sister with no children meant that Kimmy and little Jack were in demand. It was kind of neat observing all the family dynamics as we were often present when the kids were returned, they were all interesting people. Jack once told me it was great because this arrangement gave them the ability to preserve 'Saturday Date Night'. Diane chimed in laughing. "The only reason I am half sane, is because of Saturday nights, I do mean all night, every Saturday night," Kaitlin and I had not been out on a Saturday night in quite some time, usually tired from the dream house project du jour. Sunday consisted of Mass in the morning and home to a lighter house project, or yard maintenance and by Four PM into the shower, to ready ourselves to go over to Jack and Diane's. Most of the time it would be the four of us for cocktails followed by dinner, then the kids would be dropped off and depending upon the hectic activities of their weekend often little Jack was carried in asleep and Kimmy tuckered out wanted to just cuddle with either her mom or Kaitlin. We typically shot the breeze for twenty minutes or so with the exhausted Grandparents. After the grandparents said their farewells the four of us would usually have one more nightcap then call it a night, content Kaitlin and I would walk home arm in arm. On a few occasions when we arrived on Sundays we met Diane's sister and husband, another couple who had been in their wedding, Jack's best friend Bob from childhood along with his new wife; we learned she was wife number three and only twenty one years old they looked like father and daughter not husband and wife. It was difficult for me not to stare because she was wearing some daisy dukes and a halter and had a voluptuous body, and her name actually was Daisy. Another friend we met a couple of times was a guy named Lamont, who was about twenty five years old and was an attorney. A good looking well spoken young black man who drove a gorgeous black Ferrari F12 Berlinetta, that on the second occasion we met him he saw me admiring the car and just tossed me the keys and said. "Go ahead take it for a spin if you know how to drive a stick." I cruised around the neighborhood for a few minutes enjoying the wind blowing through my hair and feeling the awesome power of the incredible vehicle. When I returned and walked to the back deck I saw Lamont engrossed in conversation with Kaitlin. I sort of stopped at the corner of the house and back gate and discretely observed them for a couple of minutes; I laughed to myself thinking he was laying it on pretty thick. Was he hitting on my wife? Was she encouraging him? Kaitlin certainly was paying full attention to whatever he was telling her. Lamont was quite animated gesturing with his arms, then waving his hands, and then he reached out with his right hand and slowly stroked the right side of Kaitlin's head, it appeared that he cupped her ear then began stroking her hair. In a much louder voice I could hear him for the first time it sounded like he was saying 'silky, silky, shiny, shiny, silky, silky.' then both of them broke out in laughter. No doubt he was flirting with her! I moved forward and noisily made my presence known. Lamont continued laughing and Kaitlin had a startled expression glancing nervously in my direction to gage my reaction. I swung my arm in a sideways motion tossing the Ferrari keys in an arching motion in the direction of Lamont. He caught them in his left hand with little effort. I said. "It's a sweet ride." He smiled and said. "Glad you enjoyed it, sometime in the future I am goanna get to ride yours, no doubt yours is silky and sweet, and I would love to take her for a long, hard, fast ride." I smiled, thinking he must be confused there was no comparison between his Ferrari and my car. So I just mumbled and said. "Sure sometime." With that he waved goodbye and jogged toward his car yelling back for us to tell Jack and Diane he had to run and he would see them next Saturday night. I gave Kaitlin a quick kiss and declared that some day she would enjoy a powerful hot black ride just like Lamont's and said: "I think you would absolutely love it babe; I sure hope you want a black one, it just makes it that much hotter don't you think?" She gave me a cheerful, but confused gaze; I felt she was thinking it would be a long time before we could afford it, if ever. I over enthusiastically responded, "Honey I just know you would be thrilled if you could feel that powerful thrust, you would just love it and think how hot it would look. Yea black is definitely the color for you babe." I nervously babbled on trying to cover up for the fact that we both knew I was in no position to provide her with a Ferrari. So, I changed the subject and asked what they had been talking about while I was gone, she explained something about a funny story regarding his childhood that Lamont told; about he and his sister when they were young and black girls hair and silky white girl hair or something, whatever she was rambling about their conversation did not seem to make a whole lot of sense, but I was distracted and hurt thinking could I ever afford to get us a car that nice. With that I put my arm around her and we moved into the house to find Jack and Diane. Following dinner that evening the girls were in the kitchen cleaning up while Jack and I were outside on the deck about to enjoy a fine cocktail when I asked him about Lamont and if he was Jacks attorney. Jack laughed and said, "God no, first of all he is way too young and inexperienced." Then Jack went on to explain that Lamont was involved in minority advocacy nonsense, governmental bureaucratic legalize, not exactly a militant, you know he is really into this fair share crap, but that Lamont was probably the next generations Sharpton or Jackson. Then Jack said, "To tell you the truth I trust Lamont more than my lawyer he is a fine young man." I guess over dinner it had started to bother me a little bit that maybe Lamont had been hitting on Kaitlin. Now with Jack's explanation I realized that in the past I initially thought he had been a bit forward with Diane the first time we met him. So maybe that was just his style. If Jack says he is OK, he must be. The rest of the evening went by quietly and all too quick. The daily grind was killing me, too much business travel. Deep down it bothered me because although Kaitlin did not speak about it, but I knew her new job was not fulfilling her and she really missed the camaraderie of her old coworkers. I so desperately wanted to provide her with all the world had to offer. I was interrupted from my depressing thoughts by the vibration of my phone. I picked up and heard Jack's voice: "Hey Sport guess where we are going? To see my damn Yankee's that's right Yankee Stadium where all of the greats have played, and some of the ghosts still hang out. Box seats Sport! I am talking about the New York Yankee's greatest team in history." I had never heard such excitement in Jacks voice before. It turns out Jack planned a weekend for the two of us to drive the couple hours to New York and stay in Midtown at the Waldorf, some golfing at an associates country club on Long Island and the piece de résistance a couple of first row box seats at his beloved Yankee stadium, it was to be a regular 'Boys only Sport weekend', he called it. He explained that Diane thought it was only fair that the girls would have a pampered Sporty girl weekend to include a spa treatment and some dinner and dancing, since we were going to behave like a couple of bachelors. Diane reminded us that her 'Saturday Date Night' was her guilty pleasure and the only cure for her partial sanity, and warned if Jack was abandoning her, then Kaitlin would need to be her partner in crime. Diane claimed that they were going to party like single girls and dance their asses off. So it appeared that our mutual plans were in place for the upcoming weekend. It looked like Jack and I would leave early Saturday morning do some sightseeing, dinner and drinks and attend the Yankee's game on Saturday night, probably followed by more drinks although we had an early tee time on Sunday morning. The girls got an early start for their festivities when Diane insisted on taking Kaitlin shopping Wednesday evening claiming they needed to acquire some more suitable clothing since neither one of them had been out there in the single scene and did not want to look like a couple of old married broads. In addition Diane arranged for Kaitlin to take off Friday afternoon so they could have the full spa treatment from head to toe. Mani/Pedi, waxing, facials, massages and who knows what else, Diane was not one to spare any pampering. I had never seen Jack so excited as when he picked me up Saturday morning the very minute he came in the door he started to harass me that we were losing daylight, get a move on it soldier, and several other well worn clichés. I grabbed my golf bag and overnighter and took them out to load them into his Jaguar sedan. When I entered our kitchen I overheard Jack telling Kaitlin that she should follow Diane's lead tonight and cut loose and really enjoy herself. Something about Diane being a dirty dancer. Then Jack in a hushed voice said: "I hope that if you are not shocked out of your socks and open yourself up, you could be in for the night of your life." Jack saw me out of the corner of his eye so in a much louder voice he announced: "Remember woman you are commanded to cut loose, because on Sunday night John and I will return to claim our women." I kissed Kaitlin goodbye and told her to enjoy herself, as I walked towards the door I told her, "You know what babe I am tempted to skip my trip because just the thought of you dirty dancing gets me hot, real hot." In a laughing tone she said, "I will see you Sunday night mister." On Saturday evening, as Kaitlin finished her makeup and hair she was quite pleased and thought to herself that maybe she did have a few more good years as a hottie, before and probably after she became a mom. Gloriously naked when she slipped of her robe and reached into her drawer grabbing a wispy little seamless semi-transparent black silk thong and slipped it on, then she proceeded to the closet and pulled out the dress, Diane had insisted this was 'the one', and Diane purchased it along with all the accessories on their Wednesday shopping trip. Kaitlin thought the entire outfit was too expensive and way to risqué, but the extravagantly generous Diane insisted, having claimed 'my single girlfriend wing person needs to do me justice'. Kaitlin proceeded quickly dressing, and with her outfit complete walked across the room to the full length mirror. She looked at her reflection and stared back at the woman in the mirror, initially she was shocked at how revealing her outfit was, she wondered if it was really even her in the reflection, then she began to pose and turn admiring all the angles; thinking to herself and questioning, was it elegant, sexy and provocative; or was it slutty? Or maybe it was both, could she pull off this look, she certainly had the body for it, but did she have the nerve? The Versace mini dress was a sexy very form fitting number, some sequins, a low cut plunging cowl neckline down to the midsection of her abs, it was also backless, and the sequin pattern was a subtle animal print in silvers, grays and just an iridescent accent almost an illusion of black. The fabric and detail was a remarkable example of Italian style and craftsmanship at its finest! It fit her like a fine glove. Kaitlin worried that from almost every angle the dress exposed so much of her braless breasts, both on the tops and sides, and she had never in her life displayed her cleavage in this sort of revealing manner, as she slowly turned her entire bare back was exposed from her neckline to the top of her rear-end. The hemline was shorter than anything she typically wore, but what really intrigued her was that just below the dress her naked tan thighs were exposed a few inches, before they melted into the dark opaque charcoal colored thigh high stockings that had some special invisible gel top with no visible banding to keep them in place. In addition the stockings had a single slightly darker seam that ran down the back of her legs into the new gorgeous gray and black Manolo Blahnik heels. Diane had insisted on and purchased every expensive detail and accessory of the outfit and this was the first time Kaitlin had put the entire ensemble together. Wow she thought it was spectacular and she even blushed because it made her feel naughty. Kaitlin was particularly concerned that the exposed stocking look was over the top, and belonged in the boudoir, not something she could wear out in public view! Then she quickly was struck by a sense of propriety and determined she could not as a married woman wear something this suggestive; she determined the stockings were more like lingerie, and the dress exposed so much of her, so very much of her lovely feminine charms. Kaitlin was delighted deep down and thought, in the privacy of their bedroom just maybe she could wear such an enticing outfit, for John's eyes only. For their private consumption! Kaitlin felt like she was revealing everything but her Soul. As Kaitlin contemplated what outfit she could wear instead, she was suddenly startled by Diane's reflection in the mirror. She turned quickly feeling exposed, it was not typical for Diane to enter into our house unannounced and Kaitlin felt her sense of modesty had been violated, had Diane been observing her long? Kaitlin snapped out of her initial panic realizing it was not like Diane could read her thoughts even if she had been watching her for more than the last few seconds. Diane said. "Don't worry you look like Jennifer Aniston on the red carpet baby, pure class and built for speed." Diane then pulled out two little bottles of grape flavored 5 hour energy drinks and claimed they both would need the boost, so they could dance the night away. Earlier Diane had spiked both bottles with Ecstasy; Diane loved to occasionally take Ecstasy because it provided: increased energy and endurance, feelings of euphoria, lowered inhibitions, heightened feelings and desire for intimacy, altered perceptions, and an enhanced libido. It made her want to fuck all night long. Kaitlin quickly downed the little bottle; she knew she could use the caffeine boost. Just after the guys had departed earlier that morning Diane had called and told her their plans were changing, grab your bathing suit and get over to her house in one hour she laughed into the phone. They laid out in the sun on Diane's deck, where Kaitlin was convinced to join Diane when she removed her top. As Diane explained that any tan lines would be a detriment to their dance outfits later that evening. They had a very late lunch as Diane claimed instead of going to the restaurant they could take a nice long nap prior to going directly to the dance club, because the entire clubbing crowd started late and ended even later. As they drove to the club in Center City Philly in Diane's Range Rover Kaitlin was glad they had indulged in the soothing luxury of a late afternoon nap, because it had been a long while since her days of having anything to do with late nights, and the whole club scene. That grape energy drink seemed to have done the trick as well, because she was anxiously anticipating hitting the dance floor, she was in the mood, and was no longer concerned about her wardrobe choice or anything else, she felt like partying. About twenty minutes into the twenty five minute drive to the club Diane told Kaitlin, "Our plan has changed a little bit darling, instead of being single girls, I have arranged us dates, and I think you are going to find yours is tall, dark and handsome." In a bit of a panic and concern Kaitlin questioned. "What the heck are you talking about"? Diane said. "Relax I am half joking, before I took my beauty nap Lamont called, and after he heard Jack and John were absentee husbands, he suggested that he and his friend might meet us at the club, a couple phone calls later, now probably Bob and Daisy may come, and they invited a couple of their friends. You remember how these things spin out of control, right? So it is not like your date is exclusive unless you want it to be?" Kaitlin seemed better with the whole group explanation, but something about Diane's tone seemed to suggest it was not entirely innocent; it seemed that Diane had been full of surprises the entire day. Jack and I finally made it back to the Waldorf after an exciting extra innings game, which the Yankees won with a Jeter walk off home run in the fourteenth inning; we had stopped at a great sports bar after and now decided to have one more nightcap at the hotel bar before calling it a night. I thanked Jack for his wonderful generosity once again. He smiled and replied. "My honest pleasure Sport." Jack excused himself to go to the men's room. While he was away I tried to call Kaitlin for the second time, but her phone just went to voicemail again. It was 2:30 AM, I figured she was probably worn out and sleeping by now. When Jack returned we toasted a great day, I mentioned that I could not reach Kaitlin on her cell. He pulled his cell from his pocket and made a call, a few seconds later he was shaking his head no to me, he could not reach Diane either. He began playing with his phone and told me he had a couple of texts from Diane. Shortly he said. "Wow! They both look great, incredible". He handed me his phone and there was a picture of Diane and Kaitlin posing arm in arm together, in what appeared to be a nice lobby that I assumed was the nightclub. Jack told me if I scrolled left there was a second picture. I could not believe my eyes unlike the first shot the second photo was head to toe and I was shocked by how hot Kaitlin's outfit was, my god she was wearing these leg warmers or stockings that made my dick jump. I just stared wishing I could see her in person. Jack motioned to give him the phone back mumbling something about other messages. After a few keystrokes he began to smile saying something about the whole gang must be at the club. He handed me his phone and the photo on display was a group shot at the nightclub, they were seated in a large booth. Our wives, Jack's friend Bob with his wife Daisy, Lamont and a couple of men and women I did not recognize. I scrolled and the next picture was Diane and Kaitlin out on the dance floor with their arms around each other, it was taken from a distance and it appeared to be a large club with a packed house. I scrolled again the next photograph was a close-up shot of Kaitlin dancing, she was stunning and my god her outfit was outrageously hot, the picture started at the top with her head tossed back whipping her hair, as I panned down her facial expression was euphoric, her gorgeous smile was electric her tongue seemed to be sweeping across her perfect bright pearly white teeth. As my eyes adjusted further down the photo I could not help noticing her golden skin was radiant, she was glistening and moist, and her outfit exhibited plenty of her beautiful blushing charms for all to admire. I guess the girls had not been kidding when they told us they planned to 'dance their asses off'. I could actually see the perspiration gleaming so provocatively on her neck, on her arms and shoulders, even down the plunging neckline, her cleavage seemed aglow, and then I saw that several inches of the skin on her thighs exposed between her dress and the tops of those outrageous stockings shared the same humid smoldering radiance. My Kaitlin was absolutely luminous! My Kaitlin's Soul is on Fire Ch. 01 It was then I noticed that on the front but more on the side of her right thigh was a hand, a large hand, the hand of a man, the hand of a Blackman! I had been so enthralled drinking in Kaitlin's beauty that for the first time I realized she was not dancing alone, but was dancing with a partner. I figured it was most likely Lamont, and laughed as I recalled his playful and foolish attempt to hit on Kaitlin the day I drove his Ferrari. I scrolled to the next and final photo; it was a wide sweeping view of the large dance floor with several hundred people captured in mid dance step having a blast, if Kaitlin was amongst the dancing masses or taking a well earned break, it was not discernible, because the panoramic shot was taken from a distance. I handed the phone back across the table towards Jack and commented that the girls certainly were living it up, and he agreed with a smile. We briefly talked about our golfing challenge that was rapidly approaching in the not too distant morning, when Jack suggested we should order a couple of snifters of cognac to take up to our rooms, so we could the much needed sleep before our golf match. While Jack walked over to the bar to settle our tab and choose a cognac, I picked up his phone because I wanted to admire those incredibly hot photographs of Kaitlin. As I searched on Jack's phone, I realized my I-phone was better and easier to operate. After a couple of icon choices the picture appeared, and I stared, I could feel my jaw drop, I was shocked, then startled hearing Jack's voice inquiring, "What are you looking at?" I stammered back, "I don't know." and with a deep embarrassment handed him back his phone. Jack gently took his seat and then as casually as he could muster proceeded to move his hand holding the phone into position so he could view the screen. Jack took a couple of deep breaths, attempting to disguise his uneasiness then looked me in the eye and said. "I guess you are expecting some sort of explanation?" I replied. "I think so." Jack began. "Promise me you will not judge me to harshly, Sport; please do not think less of me, because I value our friendship." I looked him in the eye and could visibly detect his anguish. Jack took a sip of his cognac, and then continued. "You see, how I tell it. Lamont is Diane's lover and has been for almost three years now." I replied. "That explains the picture." This dilemma occurred when I attempted to locate the photographs of the girls at the nightclub moments earlier. I accidently opened an icon that depicted a very tasteful but shocking photograph; it was a black and white photograph, with a professional quality, a definite artistic style and flair. The photo was of Diane and Lamont both naked from the waste up, both in dark denim jeans, posing in front of a black Ferrari. Diane was in front facing forward smiling dreamily at the camera, she was leaning back or being pulled back into the tight embrace of a grinning Lamont, his right arm came across both of her naked breasts with his fingers pulling on her left nipple. Lamont's left hand was half way down the unsnapped and unzipped pair of jeans Diane wore, obviously stroking her pussy mound. The photograph was strikingly beautiful and erotic, obviously professional quality. It was shocking to see Diane smiling playfully as a Blackman who was certainly not her husband had his hand in her pants obviously stoking her pussy. Jack haltingly spoke again. "You have to know I love Diane with all my heart, but I never could really keep up with her needs, you know, gosh this is difficult for me to talk about. It's late maybe I can answer a question or two in the morning, but no more for now. Let's go up to our rooms." I agreed and in spite of my obvious curiosity and confusion I did not want to prolong my friend's discomfort. We rode silently in the elevator and when it arrived at my floor we nodded our goodnights. As I exited I turned and smiled at my friend and told him. "Hey Sport you're the greatest friend anyone can ask for I mean that, and if you don't mind email the photo's of Kaitlin to my phone, you know I really miss her." My mind was racing with many deep thoughts as I nervously prepared to organize my gear for the golf outing, before racing to bed; to get what at that point was going to be less than six hours of sleep. It shook me deep and I felt a sense of pity for Jack pondering the torture that must eat away at him knowing that his wife craved satisfaction in the arms of another man. I once again went directly to Kaitlin's voicemail on her cell; I sent a text to her laptop knowing it was a slim chance. I was pissed at myself for terminating the landline at our house a few months back, it saved a few bucks, but now when I could use it, shit! I so desperately wanted to speak to her. I checked my messages nothing from Kaitlin, but an email from Jack, 'alert arrived'. I opened his message and read it. He wrote 'that Diane had sent him a text, and she mentioned that Kaitlin had lost or misplaced her cell and that was probably the reason I did not reach her earlier. Not to worry those phones always turn up where you least expect them. His email also explained that there was no need to worry about the girls drinking and driving home, that the guys made sure and had taken them home safely'. There were several attachments with Jack's text that I downloaded and opened. The attachment I went to first was the extraordinary photo of Kaitlin on the dance floor. Yea there it was, she looked even hotter than my subsequent recollection. I was captivated by the woman depicted on my screen and fascinated as if she transformed and I was witnessing Kaitlin's alter ego. I was mesmerized by the look of her unbridled enthusiastic display of femininity and at the same time overcome by a raw aggressive sensuality and confidence that was not her customary behavior, it seemed so distinctly odd that in this photo she seemed to be projecting a poise and assurance, that was uncharacteristic of my discrete and reserved wife, she almost appeared to be in an altered state. I then expanded the margins and began to zoom in on the details, her eyes were dilated and vibrant, and as I noticed earlier downstairs in the bar the nape of her neck was flush and radiant. I nimbly maneuvered the outward zoom function and was astounded that Kaitlin was grinding her ass into a complete stranger; it was not Lamont like I had assumed. No this man was much darker, taller, and very muscular, he wore dreadlocks and had a self-assured grin, he gave the impression that he was both physically and mentally domineering, he leered at Kaitlin as if she was his prey. I felt a sudden rush of panic, fearing for my wife's safety. Who was this man? I immediately telephoned Diane's home in panic, but got Jack's voice on the recording. I returned my attention back to the photo and stared intently, I calmed recalling that the text declared 'the girls were safe'. My attention came back to the photo; Curiosity compelled me, so I zoomed in on Kaitlin's bare upper thigh and stocking covered lower quad, and there it was, the image of that very large Black Hand. Was it a glancing touch? Or was it more, had that Black Hand stroked her bare flesh above her stocking, had she allowed it to happen? How high up would she have allowed him access on her naked thigh? Was she receptive? Did she encourage him? All these rapid thoughts raced through my over active mind. My anxious distressed brain continued racing, recalling the text from Jack actually indicated 'That the guys had taken the girls home'. What the hell did that mean? Was the man in the picture with Kaitlin one of the 'guys'? Was this large Blackman together with Kaitlin right now, at this very moment? Then it dawned on me and I connected the resemblance to the photo of Diane looking so thrilled as Lamont fondled her breast and groped her white pussy with his black hand. I am so ashamed of myself, but I could not control myself. I was stroking my cock like a teenager thinking about Diane's transgressions, performing every act imaginable with her black lover. The filthy images of Diane in my mind began to distort, and then my haze filled thoughts of Diane vanished. My imagination became crystal clear, as if my mind was suddenly operating in High Definition. The brilliant clarity of Kaitlin and the Blackman in the photo, together, yes they were together in my crazed mental-state. I envisioned this tangle of arms and legs, one set powerful and black, the other so feminine and dramatically white. The vivid mental imagery came fast and furiously one more graphic then the next, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. What if at this very minute he was fucking Kaitlin..., with his big black prick, really putting it to her good.., fucking the living daylights out of her!!! My senses were all in overdrive, in my mind's eye there was a crystal-clear vision of my wife Kaitlin giving herself wantonly to this Blackman. He was taking what was mine, and Kaitlin was giving it to him blissfully. In my twisted mind I clearly foresee, my sweet Kaitlin is Cumming copiously..., and she is in the arms of that powerful Blackman. What was wrong with me that I was turned on by thought of my wife, and a vision in my head, of her being fucked, and enjoying the cock, not just any cock, but a large black cock that was making her white pussy spasm and erupt in a soaking passionate orgasm!... She was Cumming for him, Cumming hard, Cumming all over his big black cock! The look of pure ecstasy on her face in my vision haunted me, she was experiencing a level of pleasure so new and powerful it could change her forever, my God she was absolutely Beautiful, radiating a new-found self-confidence from the top of her head to her curled toes, her entire body was convulsing and quivering, her beautiful blonde pussy was literally spewing her liquid nectar from her heightened state of arousal, as that massive black cock pleasured her gooey hole deeply, and darkening her Soul, because he now owned parts of both her Blackened Hole and Darkened Soul!.. I convulsed as my cum shot across the room and splattered on the hotel bed, headboard and wall, my eruption and force was stronger than anything I had ever known. I fell to the bed exhausted and then wept in shame begging for sleep to clear my mind.