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Zebra Games

By: Bazzz



As the category and story title suggest this story contains interracial sex and cuckolding. If relations between a black man and a white woman or infidelity are not your cup of tea then you should enjoy one of the other fine stories located on this website. I will delete any negative comments from the anonymous and any that lack constructive value. Finally this story is a fantasy. It never happened. Consequently some things may seem less realistic than nonfiction writing. Yet isn't that what a fantasy is all about in the first place?

PART ONE

Lis and I walked down the street to Joe's house trying to control our laughter. We both had smirks on our faces. We had just narrowly avoided a silly argument. Lis had made a big bowl of potato salad for the 4th of July party. I figured the least I could do was be a gentleman and carry the bowl from my house to Joe's. Lis couldn't bear the possibility that I might get credit for her world famous potato salad recipe. It was the one that contained the pinch of cayenne and a dash of paprika. I didn't have to tell Lis, short for Elisabeth, that I was lucky if I could correctly assemble a bologna sandwich let alone put pinches and dashes on world famous recipes but she wanted to leave no doubt by presenting the bowl herself. Unfortunately I was just dense enough to push it till we were practically wrestling over the bowl like two rugby players going after a ball in a ruck.

I finally relented when I realized things were close to getting out of control. We were soon laughing about it and teasing each other. I was glad that we had progressed beyond the ugly silence that followed even the smallest of skirmishes between a man and a woman that had yet to get to know each other. We had been going out for four months and had become comfortable. It was a good feeling. It was the perfect time in just about every relationship. The freshness of being with a beautiful woman you have recently met while not having to walk around on eggshells.

Joe was my neighbor and every 4th of July he had a big party. His yard had a perfect view of the town fireworks and over 60 people showed up to watch the pretty colors in the sky. As we walked I couldn't help checking out Lis. She looked spectacular. She was wearing a loose fitting sundress that went down to mid thigh and a pair of flip flops. She had an athletic body honed from a serious workout regimen. She had the genetics too, having been a prominent soccer player in college 15 years earlier. Lis had been born in Germany and had the blonde hair, blue eyes and facial features to prove it. She had moved to the U.S at a very young age and grown up in New York. I met her at a symposium at work and while my co-workers could only gawk I summoned up the balls to ask Lis out.

We said hello to Joe as we walked through the house to the yard. It was already crowded and Lis went over to the picnic table to drop off her prized salad and meet up with some of the women she had gotten to know. As I checked out the crowd I noticed someone who I was hoping to never to see again. Maarq was by the barbecue pit with a couple of women.

"I can't believe you invited him." I remarked to Joe and nodding towards Maarq.

"Invite?" Joe answered with dismay. Hey man, this party happens the same day every year. It's kind of hard to hide. He showed up at 6pm saying he wouldn't miss the party for the world. I just didn't have the energy send him all the way back to Jersey." I grabbed a couple of beers from a cooler handed one to Joe and gave him a "Whatta ya gonna do?" look. I looked back at Maarq. He hadn't noticed me yet.

Maarq had owned a house across the street from Joe and three doors down from mine. Some of the more racist oriented members of the neighborhood called this end of Avery Ave. the ghetto because both Joe and Maarq were black. I didn't care. Like me, they were both single and we all hit it off. That is until Joe and I got to know Maarq a little better. The three of us would hang out at Winston's or Cannons, two bars in town. Maarq would always be trying to cut Joe's or my lunch with any women either of us got to know. He was also constantly borrowing money and getting paid back was like pulling teeth. To Maarq the world revolved around him and you were just somebody to use.

For me things came to a head when Maarq borrowed $200 from me and flat out refused to pay me back. I make very good money and the loss of $200 wasn't going to drive me to bankruptcy. Yet there was something about being used by someone who called you his friend. It grated on me and I simply stopped talking to the guy. He had a hard time getting me to say hello to him under most circumstances. I always kicked myself for giving him the money but Maarq was one slick customer. He could talk most people into anything. 

Maarq was especially good with the women. Which is how he got into trouble with Joe. Joe had been seeing this gorgeous woman named Karen. She had long red hair and the same athletic build as Lis. The two were getting serious and Joe had told me that he was planning on asking Karen to marry him. That is until he came home from work one day and found Karen wearing nothing but a pair of high heels, her 5'-7" frame bent over the dining room table. Maarq was behind her with his hands dug into Karen's hips pounding away at her. Joe beat up him pretty badly. He threw his naked body around the room but it didn't matter. Maarq wore the bruises as a badge of honor. After all, he had fucked the sexiest woman on the street. Meanwhile Karen moved out and I never saw her again.

Obviously Maarq's transgressions against me were far less serious than those against Joe. Yet he seemed to recover better than I did. It took Joe about a month before he was banging women three a week. I told Joe I admired him for his ability to come back. He said it was just a matter of out of sight out of mind. In any event, Joe and I never hung out with Maarq afterwards. Maarq and I developed an especially strong animosity 

towards one another. Soon after Joe caught the two of them Maarq moved down to South Jersey, taking another job, and since we were all the way up in Massachussetts it truly was out of sight out of mind. As for Karen, I heard she tried to get back with Joe several times but Joe just wasn't interested. He figured that if Karen had cheated on him once she'd do it again. 

Joe's place got pretty crowded. By the time the fireworks started there were at least 75 people looking up at the sky in his back yard. Lis and I were standing together when Maarq walked over to us.

"Denny! How's it going?" The black man exclaimed with his hand out, not an unusual stance for him. I decided to be more like Joe and shook it and said hello. Before I could introduce Lis, Maarq made what looked like a very silly introduction by himself.

"My lady tis such a pleasure to meet you." He took her hand and bent down and kissed it. "I'm one of Denny's oldest and closest friends, Maarq."

"Well you've got the part about being old right." I added quickly. Maarq was going to have to work hard if he wanted to get back in my good graces. He was about 12 years older than me and pretty sensitive about it.

"This is my friend Lis." I said.

"Nice to meet you Maarq." Lis returned. 

We continued to make small talk and I watched the black man try and charm my girlfriend. She wasn't buying though. Lis was pleasant with him but kept Maarq at an arm's length. She had sensed my dislike for him. It felt good to have her back me up. At one point Maarq became interested in Jane Peterson a woman about my age that lived on the next block. She was a ditsy brunette but very sexy. Maarq drifted away from us. This gave me a chance to tell Lis all about him as we watched the rest of the fireworks she had a look of disgust on her face as I told her about him and Karen. I looked over at Maarq being silly with Jane. When he left town we couldn't stand each other. What had changed his attitude?

I went for another beer just as the fireworks ended. As I made my way through the crowded yard I got involved in a conversation. When I looked over towards Lis I saw that Maarq had cornered her again. Instead of continued disgust my girlfriend was animated with laughter as he seemed to be regaling her with a funny story. At one point Lis reached out and gently grabbed the black man's arm. Something ripped through my chest as I watched the two of them together. I quickly made my way back.

"My God! Dennis! Maarq was just telling me about those games of Quarters you used to play. I can't believe what happened to John Peterson that one time."

Lis had begun hiccupping she was laughing so hard. There were a few of us including Joe, Maarq, Jane Peterson's husband John and myself that had played quarters a couple of times at my house when there was absolutely nothing else to do. One Saturday night John Peterson got so hammered that he passed out in a rose bush in his back yard. The resulting cuts and scrapes from the thorns were nothing compared to the wrath of Jane Peterson when she found that her prized rose bush had been squashed. It had been hilarious when we found out about it the next day and I had to smile remembering it. Needless to say we only got a couple of games in before everyone else retired because of my superior ability to get a quarter to bounce into a glass. I had played all through college and I was real good at getting the other guy drunk.

Maarq made another run at Jane Peterson, who was wearing a very short denim skirt. She had incredible legs and knew how to show them off. It made sense that Maarq would have tried to bed down with Jane as her husband was out of town. If anything he was a consummate scavenger. As I watched him work his magic I noticed the crowd thinning out. There were just a few of us left.

"I could tell you weren't crazy about seeing him. I can't believe he did that to Joe. What an asshole. How could Joe let him in his house again? I mean tonight."

I was glad that Lis still seemed disgusted by the guy even though she had been chatting him up just a few minutes ago.

"Well he didn't actually invite him. Joe told me he just showed up."

"He's got a set of balls on him."

"Joe seems to have recovered well though." I nodded towards the party's host who was talking quite closely with his new girlfriend, a cute brunette named Caroline.

"Why only white women?" Lis asked.

White women are the ultimate prize." Maarq interjected from behind.

"What are you talking about?" I had turned and asked him half annoyed. Lis had also turned with a look of dismay waiting for Maarq's answer to my question.

come on you can't tell me that the best revenge for years of abuse isn't a black man walking down the street with his arm around a beautiful white woman."

"I think that sort of thing has gotten much better." Lis said. I rolled my eyes knowing that Maarq had made his point.

"Better but not much better." Maarq replied in a more conciliatory tone. "Ask Dennis, he's seen it first hand with Joe and I." 

Lis looked at me and I reluctantly agreed with Maarq.

"So white women are just used by the black man to get back at white men?"

"Well I'm a famous exaggerator. I mean there's nothing as sexy as a beautiful blonde haired white girl." Maarq gave Lis a quick look that made me nervous.

"Unfortunately I haven't had much luck getting any attention from a lady tonight. Men haven't been friendly either."

"Well to be honest racism doesn't have much to do with that. You left more than a few people high and dry when you left here." I reminded Maarq as Lis and I walked out of the yard and towards home. Joe had already gone to bed with his girlfriend so Maarq walked with us.

"I wasn't that bad a guy?" Maarq asked the question with a kind of pathetic hope in his tone. I didn't care. I wanted my $200 worth.

"Maarq, man, what you did to Joe, that fender bender with Larry's car where you asked him not to call the police because you'd pay him out of your pocket... and then didn't, borrowing money from me and I'm sure countless other people and not paying us back. All that stuff adds up."

I ended with a shrug of my shoulders. I could tell that Maarq was embarrassed and hurt being told off in front of Lis. He was looking at her for a reaction as I went down my list of petty crimes he had committed. I didn't care, finally being able to vent felt good and it didn't look like he was going to get any of that sympathy from Lis. We turned to leave when Maarq stepped up to me and offered.

"How'd you like to win triple your money back from me?"

"Do you think I am that gullible?" I replied. Yet to my utter shock I watched as Maarq pulled out a roll of bills and peeled off $600.

"Would you please hold onto this my dear?" Maarq handed the money to Lis.

"Well something tells me you aren't going to just hand us the money, so what's the catch?" I inquired.

"I just handed the money to your gorgeous girlfriend." Maarq smiled at Lis. "It's all yours... if you beat me at a game of Quarters."

"And if I lose?"

"I get to sleep with your girlfriend tonight." Maarq said with little emotion in his voice. He just smiled at us. Meanwhile I barely suppressed a laugh.

"Maarq are you Satan? I don't know of anyone else who could do what you've done to this neighborhood and then come back after two years and think up something like this."

"No man." Maarq was laughing with me. "I want you to have a chance at getting your money back and well this woman here is spectacular. Denny, I have never seen a woman as beautiful as your Lis." 

He was staring at my girlfriend.

"Not this way. Besides it's not my choice." I replied.

Lis looked dumbfounded. She was just standing there holding the money in her hand.

"You're good at this game?" She asked me.

"More like Joe, Maarq and John are that bad. It doesn't matter because we are not interested."

"Let me sweeten the pot." Maarq chimed in adding four more $100 bills to the pile in Lis' hand.

"Honey, it's a lot of money." Lis gave me a look that said she was willing to try it. "He's never beaten you, right?"

"No he hasn't but anything's possible." I was panicking as Lis' price seemingly had been met

"It's $1000. How can you turn that down?" Maarq kept selling.

"How did you get all this money?" I was looking for anyway out.

"I told you. When my mother passed away I inherited a little money. I invested in the video business I own..." 

Maarq was explaining away when Lis interrupted.

"I want you to do it!" She blurted out.

"Lis, Are you crazy? It's way too risky." I concluded.

"Denny it's a lot of money. You said he's never beaten you."

Lis replied. We had arrived at my house and were in the kitchen.

"So if I lose you're going to let this asshole fuck you?"

I wanted to make sure that Lis knew the ramifications.

"Hey I'm giving you $1000." Maarq was more than a bit miffed at my remark.

"I don't like him. I mean he admits to treating people with no respect. So just beat him and we'll take his money."

Lis was grabbing beers and a couple of glasses. It was clear why she was willing to put so much risk on the table. She knew I was going to win and she just didn't like Maarq. It was obvious in her tone of voice.

We went to the back door and set up everything on my patio table. There were times when we just had nothing to do so I introduced the fellas to the game of Quarters. I had played in college and was good at it. Even amongst the professional drinkers in my frat house I was at the top of the food chain when it came to Quarters. To win you had to bounce your quarter into the other guy's cup. If you did that person had to chug his beer. In college it was pretty hardcore and you lost when you drank so much beer so quickly that you vomited. In all the games that were played on Avery Ave that only happened a couple of times. Most times one of the guys would challenge me and then walk away after a couple of chugs. Maarq was actually the worst of the other three. Which was why I couldn't understand why he had chosen this game in which to put up $1000.

We sat opposite each other with a glass half filled with beer. I went first and bounced my quarter right into Maarq's glass.

"Oh honey I told you he's good. Doesn't look like I'm going to get a chance to caress those toned legs of yours after all." 

Maarq downed the beer filled his glass and then without hesitating bounced his quarter right into my glass.

"Whoa wait a minute I may own those thighs yet."

Maarq's mouth always ran win or lose. I shut him right up by dropping another quarter into his glass. The black man chugged and then returned the favor with a perfect bounce. I was nervous. It wasn't unusual for Maarq to hit two in a row but tonight he was exuding a confidence I hadn't seen before.

"Boy this is close." Lis exclaimed while nervously chewing on her fingernail. 

I missed on my third attempt and Maarq hit his and then his fourth while I missed again.

"Honey I thought you were good at this." Lis was in a full panic.

"I am." I stammered.

"He is." Maarq added. "Usually about 3 out of every four shots and capable of going on some long streaks too but I got good, real good."

I knew I was up against it. The key to winning at Quarters was applying pressure on your opponent by winning early and getting him a little drunk and making him panic. We each hit our fifth shots and the beer started getting to me. If Maarq didn't miss any shots I would be in trouble.

"What sport did you play sugar? No let me guess, soccer, right?" Maarq was openly flirting with Lis as he dropped his sixth quarter in a row into my glass. 

I chugged again as Lis answered. "How did you know?"

"Those legs weren't born that way lover. You had to work real hard to get your calves to look that good and those are most definitely soccer legs."

"Are you going to be able to win this thing." Lis was mad at me.

"Hey I didn't ask to do this!" I slurred.

"Don't worry Denny. I'll treat her right. Lis will be so relaxed when I give her back to you." Maarq was gloating. He knew he had me. He was winning more than two to one now. I was holding on as best I could but the yard around me was starting to spin along with my stomach. When Maarq put another quarter in my glass he told Lis. "Why don't you get some sheets for that big wide couch in the playroom sweet cheeks. I think this is over. By the way have you ever been with a black man? I love it when I'm the first one. I love the reaction when it first slides in. You can always tell an experienced white woman after she's been integrated. She has this look about her. We always know." 

I hung on for another toss but Maarq was right. He had me and he was going to have my girlfriend as well. I lurched out of the chair and over to the bushes. I let loose like a fire hose I had probably drank seven or eight beers plus what I had drank at Joe's. It was worth a decent hangover if drank over the course of a night but I had chugged the beers in just over 25 minutes. I was on my hands and knees by the time the last of the beer flowed out of me.

"Hey man let's get you to bed." It was Maarq. I felt his arm pulling me up. We struggled up the stairs and I went to my bedroom. I got out of my clothes and into a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt. I was lying face down on the bed when Lis and Maarq same into the room.

"He seems okay. He got most of the beer out of him. I bet he doesn't even get a hangover. God knows he did it enough to me." Maarq observed.

"How did you beat him if he always used to win." Lis asked.

"Seems that there's an old friend in South Jersey that's even better than your boyfriend at this game. Nothing beats a good coach. Now there's the matter of out bet." Maarq didn't even bother gloating about his victory he wanted Lis so badly.


Zebra Games Ch. 02



By some of the comments received from Part 1 I can tell that there is a definite divide in this website when it comes to interracial sex and the sweet art of cuckolding. Well I love controversy so here comes Part 2. For those of you that enjoyed part one I hope you find part two even more erotic. In this part the fiction really starts to come out. As stated in Part 1 this is a sexual fantasy. There are no rules regarding reality in a fantasy. People can rise from the dead and become ghosts, aliens can make you fly and If there were Stephen King and Anne Rice would be fighting for control of the same street corner so they could sell pencils instead of being the famous writers that they are today. 

As for those of you that were so abhorred at having made yourselves read the first part of Zebra Games, well I guess I should apologize in advance. You are going to hate this part so much you'll want to stick your little units into a Waring blender and turn it on to purify. That's okay though. Instead of putting out the usual "don't read this type of story if you don't like it" warning I know you can't resist so go ahead, plug in the blender and delve into the story. You flannel shirt wearing freaks are kind of fun to piss off anyway. Unfortunately the usual rules apply and your comments will be deleted if they don't relate to the story or make any sense.

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The personality of Avery Ave. changed quite a bit over the 18 months since that infamous Fourth of July party. Several homes changed hands and new neighbors arrived and I said goodbye to some old friends. Most prominent among them was my closest friend Joe. He decided to move in with Caroline. She owned a rather nice loft downtown. While I missed my friend I knew a black man was better off living with a white girl in a more liberal part of the city. Unfortunately along with Joe went his Fourth of July party. There were actually some people standing in front of his old house on the night of the first fireworks display the first year after Joe moved. I guess they were expecting a party but the young couple that had moved in just didn't get it so the neighborhood's most festive night went away with my friend, Joe.

The big change for me was that I had gotten married to Lis. We had gotten past what had happened that night after the party. One night Lis had told me the truth regarding her experience. How it had actually felt to be with Maarq. Still she wanted a life with me and that was good enough. I found that I loved Lis far too much to let her go. There was enough blame to go around that night and we decided to move ahead. Besides that night was the last time we had seen Maarq and that helped a lot. Lis and I concentrated on each other and six months later we got married.

Meanwhile the other significant home sale was at the end of Lowell St. A couple moved onto the most opulent house in the neighborhood. Daniel Crainer was a banker in his mid fifties and his wife Catherine was in her early fifties and a psychiatrist. They had no kids and seemed to be quite wealthy. I had seen Daniel only a few of times, once when I was introduced to the couple at a party and a couple of times when he was out doing yard work. He had an extensive travel schedule. It was Catherine who had gotten to know everyone in the neighborhood. She was very outgoing and a beautiful woman. She was the kind of older woman that I used to fantasize about as a young boy. 

It was cold when I awoke. The kind of day where a choice between getting out of bed and getting a root canal was a tough decision to make. I wanted to curl up next to my wife and stay there all day. It was a Sunday and I might have gotten away with it. I reached over and slide my hand into Lis' pajama tops. I gently ran my finger over one of her nipples. I got a response of "Sleep!" and my hand was unceremoniously brushed away. I rolled over and got out of bed. If it had been early morning sleepiness that had been budding Lis I wouldn't have minded but the simple fact was that lately her sex drive was pretty low and it hadn't always been that way. 

The snow had been coming down hard for most of the night. There was a solid 10 inches on the ground and while the deluge had stopped there was more on the way. It was turning into a hell of a New England winter. I put on my boots and coat and I went to the garage. It was just before 7 am and I was the first one out to clear my sidewalk and driveway. The moisture in the air was so thick I could chew on it. There was only one color anywhere I looked, grey. It was as if I had gone completely color blind. I thought it was all at once the worst and best about living in New England.

As I walked my snow blower up and down my long driveway I couldn't get Lis out of my mind. I couldn't understand her. I had a good friend from college. Fred was 6'-3" in great shape and the only thing he had going for him more than his good looks was his family wealth. Needless to say Fred got his share of gorgeous women. I always remembered Fred saying that with women looks had nothing to do with sexual ability or desire. In fact the best fuck Ol'Freddie claimed to have had was a 50 yr old, overweight friend of his mother. Lis was beautiful. She would have been at the top of Fred's or anyone's list. It would have been okay if Lis was an unenthusiastic lover. I had married her for more than her looks or sexual prowess. She had become my best friend. Still when we started going out Lis was incredible in bed. She was in perfect shape, a physical and sexual athlete. While she still had that incredible body something was bothering Lis and it was showing in the bedroom.

I had finished with my sidewalk and was starting on Mrs. Herney's sidewalk. She was our neighbor and was on the corner of Avery Ave. and Lowell St. She was a widow and I had been doing her walk for a few years. I had known her husband Jack. He had died at only 55. Mrs. Herney had been a beautiful woman and at about 60 she was holding on to the last vestiges of that beauty. She had been a showgirl out in Las Vegas back in the day and she had the long powerful legs to prove it. I had admonished myself more than once to stop staring at her legs whenever I saw her wearing the right outfit around the neighborhood. As I turned the corner to do Pat Herney's Lowell St. section I noticed the Crainer's house at the end of the cul-de-sac. I figured that Daniel was out of town so when I finished with Mrs. Herney's walk I started down to the end of the road. I got through with the front sidewalk as more snow started to fall. I worked my way up to the walkway that led to the house. I had just finished when the front door opened and Catherine greeted me.

"So you're the chivalrous one in the neighborhood." She gushed in her husky Texas accent.

"Well I guess I needed what little exercise you get from walking behind a snow blower."

"Come in for some hot chocolate." 

I readily accepted the beautiful blonde's invitation. I followed her into the house and took off my jacket. I found that I had indeed been sweating. Catherine was already in her kitchen so I walked through the living room to meet her. I noticed that the room was decorated with some very expensive artwork. The one theme that jumped out was that the Crainer's were collectors of African art. The painting above the fireplace was of a couple of zebras charging across the African plains. In addition the blankets on the couches were black and white and there were a couple of woodcarvings of zebras. 

After a brief inspection I made my way into the kitchen. It was large and very modern. All the appliances were commercial grade. I sat at a long rectangular table in the middle of the room. Catherine came over with a couple of mugs steaming with hot chocolate and sat across from me at the table. I noticed how young she looked even at 8:30 in the morning. There were just a few crow's feet around her dark blue eyes and her cheekbones stood out like apples. It was easy to get turned on by this woman.

"You really seem to like the African art especially zebras it seems." I asked inquisitively. 

"Oh it started out as just simple hobby but I am afraid that I have become really attached to that animal. I guess I'm a real addict to black on white art." She chuckled as she sipped her drink.

"Well it looks very nice."

"Thank you. Most importantly I have to say I really apprecialte you coming down here. Daniel's away until Tuesday and I don't know any kids in the neighborhood." 

"That's what I figured. So when I finished with Pat's I came down here."

"Mrs. Herney too? You really are a hero." 

"Well I just felt like being outside so what the heck." I admitted.

"Outside? Today? Denny there's a blizzard falling from the clouds out there."

One look out the bank of windows behind Catherine and I saw that the snow had developed into almost white out conditions again. 

"I don't care." I said quietly.

"We all need time to think." Catherine smiled at me and took a sip of her hot chocolate. 

"Sure." Was all I could muster.

"Anything else you want to talk about?" Catherine leaned in a little closer.

Oh Lis and I are getting along fine. I guess as long as your marriage is going at 80% that's as much as you can ask for." 

"It depends on which 20% is out of sync." I suddenly remembered how Catherine earned her living. "Anything I can help with?"

"Oh I don't know Catherine I guess Lis has been working real hard lately." I wasn't sure how far to take this with Catherine.

"Too tired for the bedroom? You don't have to be embarrassed about it. That's the way it is for all of us at one point or another." She explained.

"Maybe I shouldn't worry."

"Well if you're worried let's talk about it. When did Lis start feeling tired? In other words when did she become less active sexually?"

"It didn't happen overnight. Our sex life was great before we were married and that certainly continued for a while afterwards. If I had to pinpoint it I would say about 8 months ago." I told Catherine.

"Quite a long time to be unhappy." She consoled me.

"I haven't had a relationship expert as a neighbor before."

"Aha! How true. Have you had any bumps in the road before 8 months ago?"

"That's when Maarq Watson came rushing back like a punch to my face. All I could think of was my wife going down on him and then taking his big black dick between her thighs. I couldn't believe this blunder was going to rear its ugly head again.

"Not really." I murmured. 

"Denny if I am going to help you with some advice I need to know everything. couples therapy is what I do." Catherine had seen right through me.

I couldn't just walk away now. My neighbor knew I had a very personal problem. At least she was a professional. Catherine would have to keep this to herself so I began to tell her the tale of Maarq and my wife. How he had tricked us into the game of caps and then taken his prize, Lis. Through the whole story Catherine listened intently. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. I was also turned on. I was telling the story to a very sexy woman.

"Denny tell me. You know a lot of detail. Did you witness this sexual act?" Catherine inquired after I finished telling her about the night.

"Ugh yea." I admitted shamefully.

"Does Lis know you watched?" Catherine followed up.

"Oh no I know she doesn't know."

"Denny allow me to get even more personal if I could. Did you masturbate while Lis and that black man had sex?"

"Yes" I was surprised how easily the answer came out.

"So we have to find out why you decided to masturbate instead of breaking up what was happening as well as find out why Lis is acting the way she is." Catherine surmised. 

"Catherine, I don't know what I'd do if Lis found out what I did that night." I pleaded.

"Oh she won't find out from me. I want to help the two of you not hurt you."

"So what do I do?"

"Let me talk to Lis. I'll be discreet. If there's something bothering your wife, we'll try and find out."

We made some small talk and then I left and replowed both Catherine's and Mrs. Herney's walkways. Another 5 inches of snow had fallen in the couple of hours I had spent with Catherine. I made my way back over my own sidewalk and then parked my snow blower back in the garage. It was still before noon and the machine had already done a full day's work and I felt as if I had as well. Between plowing the walkways twice and my little talk with Catherine I was drained.

I flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. I changed the channel several times until I found an old movie. I began drifting off to sleep. I was thinking about Maarq and what he had dome to Lis and to me. Could it be that a single night from a couple of years ago was refusing to fade away? Why was it that the worst of memories always seemed to be the most resilient?

As I dozed, I was awakened by Lis' footsteps. She was wearing a pair of blue spandex exercise tights and one of my old tee shirts. I watched her standing over me. I thought how beautiful she looked. She had let her blonde hair grow into a full mane of natural gold. The tone in her legs showed through the tight fitting material and her buttocks molded the pants into two perfect blue globes. If it was possible Lis was in better shape than when we married.

"Honey I'm going to the gym." She informed me as she threw on her full length coat.

"Lis the roads are a mess. I doubt the gym is even going to be open today." I replied.

"I called. They are still open. I'll go crazy if I stay cooped up in here. Besides we need food. I can stop on the way back." I could tell she wanted to get out in the worst way.

"Just be careful. There's two feet of snow out there." The gym and store were practically at the other end of Avery Ave., less than a mile away.

"I will. See you in a bit." Lis leaned down and kissed me.

I went back to sleep secure in the knowledge that I would have a hot meal when I awoke. Again, I thought about Maarq and Lis. The sexual encounter never seemed to go away. Some of the unanswered questions were driving me to the edge of insanity. Did the two meet as lovers after that night? Did Lis enjoy herself as much that night as it seemed? I had never seen my wife as sexually excited as on that night. 

I awoke from a fitful sleep with a powerful erection. Why did I always get hard thinking about them? I looked at my watch. I had been asleep for almost three hours. I got up and stumbled into the kitchen. It was mid afternoon and I was starved. I opened the refrigerator and saw the meager pickings on the shelves. Suddenly I reaized that meant that Lis hadn't returned. Even one of her marathon workout sessions didn't last more than two hours. She should have been home by now.

I got on the phone and dialed my wife's cell phone number. I was starting to worry when I heard her answer the phone. Lis was breathing deeply as she said hello. I assumed she was still working out.

"Hey Lis are you okay?" I was still worried and let it show.

"Ugh oh honey. Yes I'm fine." Lis breathed into the phone.

"I was worried. It's been a while and with all this snow. Are you still working out?" I saw that once again it had begun to snow.

"Yea, I'm on the treadmill. Ugh I went to the store first." Lis inhaled deeply, her voice was low, almost guttural. 

I was getting hard again just listening to my wife. Suddenly Maarq flashed before my eyes. And then my wife appeared. They were dressed formally and dancing some sort of waltz together. Maarq was in this weird looking tuxedo and Lis was wearing a rather tight fitting black gown with a slit that ran up to her upper thigh. My wife was keeping Maarq at a distance with her arms outstretched in a proper fashion. As I imagined them swaying back and forth I reached down with my free hand and began stroking my cock.

"So how is the workout going?" I wanted to hear Lis' voice.

"It's fine. I should be home soon." Lis' voice was slow and slurred.

"It doesn't sound like your working out." I said.

"What do you mean? I'm certainly out of breath." She came back.

I may have been suspicious but I didn't care. I kept stroking as the interracial couple in my mind continued their dance. Lis was struggling mightily to keep Maarq at bay but her face showed no signs of the struggle. She was smiling as if she was enjoying the occasional contact between them.

"I guess you just sound different that's all."

"Well I'm working out. How do you mean different?"

"You sound sexy is all I mean." I admitted.

"Oh you like me this way huh?"

I was still watching the two dancers as I masturbated myself. Maarq's back was to me. Suddenly they turned and I saw the black man's erection sticking out of his pants. It was dripping with cum. All at once the long black prong seemed to come alive. It lengthened to an inhuman size and began wriggling around like a snake. It began searching for Lis. My wife did her best to keep Maarq away but now it seemed a fruitless effort. She would dodge the black snake each time it struck out at her yet she seemed intent on continuing the dance as well. Instead of breaking away from the black man she just kept in tune to the music. Maarq's penis had now grown to an ebony colored serpent of over two feet. It's relentless pursuit of my wife ended when it found the slit in her gown. The snake slithered into the slit and around the back of Lis' thigh. Then it coiled and struck upwards into her genitals. Both dancers moaned and my wife's body stiffened and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"You know I think you are the sexiest woman alive." I gushed shamelessly into the phone.

"You'd like me back in bed now wouldn't you?" Lis' voice was now a husky whisper over the phone that jolted me back to reality.

The muscular white woman that was my wife ceased her struggle against Maarq. His snakelike dick was moving freely in and out of her as they continued to dance. The excitement was now drooling out of Lis and down the shaft of Maarq's big dick creating a glistening sheen on the black skin. For the first time the two dancers in my fantasy spoke. "It looks like I have you now." Maarq commented rather matter of factly. "From the first night." Lis replied in the same sex soaked voice I was listening to on the phone. With that she moved closer to the black man allowing the rest of the serpent to ooze into her vagina.

"Are you jerking off for me honey?" Lis inquired, her voice now a high pitched sigh bringing back from my fantasy once again.

"Yes!" I barked back unashamedly.

"That's a good boy stroke yourself for me. I want to hear you cum. If you do it good I'll suck your cock when I get home." The way Lis sounded now she would have made a phone sex worker blush.

As I slowly ran my hand along my stiff cock my mind returned to the dancers. The tempo had become a wild tango and Maarq and my wife were now naked except for a pair of shiny high heels adorning my wife's feet. They move with sexual abandon around the dance floor. All the while Lis remained impaled on the black snake. Every once in a while she would make a meager attempt at escape but like some prey snared by an actual snake she was in her final throes. There was nothing she could do. 

As wild as the fantasy had become, for me, it was my wife being taken again by Maarq and although it was driving me crazy I admitted to myself that they looked beautiful together even if it was only in my mind. Finally Lis jumped up into the black man's arms wrapping her legs around his waist and taking the full length of his manhood inside her. The climax of the tango along with my wife's encouragement over the phone pushed me over the edge. I let out a moan and felt a huge gob of cum fly from my cock. I bucked my hips with each burst of semen until I collapsed back onto a kitchen chair.




Zebra Games Ch. 02



"I can't believe we just did that." I exclaimed into the phone.

"I'll be home soon." Lis gushed into the phone and then hung up.

I stared out at the kitchen floor. It was covered with my cum. I got up and grabbed the mop and cleaned it up. All the while I was thinking about the phone sex. It was something Lis and I had never been adventurous enough to try. We had much more than a plain vanilla sex life but what we did happened in the bedroom. Maybe a little spice was what was needed to ignite our sex life.

When Lis got home there was very little talking. We ended up in bed and engaged in a lusty 69 with Lis on top. She devoured my cock while I lapped up the nectar that dripped from her sopping wet pussy. Lis was very excited and came over and over as I dug my tongue into her. At one point I couldn't stand it any longer. I pushed Lis off me and pounced on her. My throbbing erection easily slid into Lis' slick vagina. She was as wet and as excited as I'd ever seen her. I fucked her with as much force as I could muster. She was more than up to it thrusting her hips back at me with abandon. We went at it for quite a while. Just when I felt I couldn't fuck anymore I felt a twinge in my balls and my body stiffened. I let my cum pour into Lis and the I collapsed on top of her and kissed her. We lay in one each other's arms for a while and talked until starvation made Lis get up and make dinner.

I thought we had sparked some life into our sexual relationship. Yet as the days passed I found that Lis was just as distant sexually. I tried different things such as showing up at her workplace to take her away for a long weekend and even some more phone sex. None of it seemed to work and Lis only blew me off when I tried to talk about it. Many times I fell just short of asking my wife if was seeing another man.

About 6 weeks after having talked to her Catherine knocked on our door. Lis was at a Saturday meeting for work and I was getting some lawn equipment ready for the upcoming spring when I heard our neighbor. I went through the house and got to the front door. Catherine smiled and said hello. 

"Hey how's it going?" I replied as I let her into the house.

"I'm fine. How are you?" She asked as she handed me her overcoat. Catherine looked stunning in a navy blue business suit and a pair of black spiked heeled boots that covered her muscular calves.

We sat at the kitchen table and I got Catherine a cup of tea. We made some small talk for a while. It was easy with Catherine. She was so engaging. After going through what was happening with some of the neighbors Catherine got to the point of her visit.

"Denny I had a couple of brief conversations with Lis over the past few weeks. I have to say, in my experience, she sounded like a woman who was seeing another man." Catherine told me her opinion.

"Oh God! I can't believe it. You know I thought it might be true but never could bring myself to really believe it. I just couldn't ask her." I was falling apart in front of Catherine.

"Lis seems to be a bit lost. I really didn't get a chance to talk to her at length. It may not even be about your sex life together." She offered.

"So she didn't actually admit that she was seeing someone else. Maybe we should talk." I was hopeful when I heard that Catherine seemed unsure of Lis' infidelity.

"Well the two of you certainly need to find out what is wrong here. Denny, after I talked to Lis, I wanted to be absolutely positive. Well, I consider you a friend and I wanted to help. I hope you don't mind. I followed your wife. I'm certainly no private detective. I actually felt foolish but I found that she was seeing another man." Catherine explained softly.

"Who? Who is it?" I was torn between crying and exploding.

"It's no one you'll know. At least I don't think so. He's an inch or two shorter than Lis, kind of stocky with a shaved head. He's also black. Catherine informed me.

"Another black guy? I can't believe this is happening, all because of that night." My head was in my hands.

"Yes the fact that Maarq was an interracial lover is important, That and that, black or not, this man is a definite step down for Lis. You wouldn't know whether Lis had other black lovers before your friend Maarq, would you?" Catherine inquired.

"He's no fucking friend of mine. I'd murder the bastard if I saw him today!" I let out with a growl.

"Denny, simple revenge won't get your wife back. What's past is past. Except it is important to know if she has experienced other black men. Do you know much about her past sexual life?" Catherine brought me back to reality.

"Not really. She was an athlete in college. A lot of the female athletes have sex with the male athletes of which quite a few are black. Yet she had mentioned that Maarq was her first and she really had no reason to lie when she said it. I mean I have never held it against her. I'm not a prejudice guy. Catherine, I don't want to lose her. I don't care if the other guy is a step up or down."

"So you are willing to try. Try and keep your wife. You are not giving up?"

"You talk about stepping up or down in a relationship. I consider Lis several rather large steps up above me and it's a lot more than her looks. I'll never meet another girl like her. We can't get divorced."

"I am glad you love your wife so much and there won't be any divorce as long as I am around. If it's true that Maarq was your wife's first interracial lover, it brings about a possible theory."

The way Catherine called Maarq my wife's first interracial lover only angered me that much more. Inadvertently she seemed to be shoving the sexual encounter right into my face. Yet she was an expert in this type of situation and if she was going to help me I wasn't going to snap at her. Besides I was finding it nearly impossible to stop staring at her legs as we sat at the kitchen table.

"So you think there is something you can do? I'll try anything."

"Denny have you ever heard of a sexual surrogate?" Catherine asked me.

"I have but I'm not sure what they do."

"Well a great deal of my job involves working with sexual surrogates. We team up to help individuals or couples overcome issues with sexual confidence, dysfunction, and infidelity among other sexual problems. I'd like you to work with a surrogate and myself." Catherine explained to me.

"What would we do?"

"Well this surrogate is a man, a black man. In the beginning he would take the place of Lis' other lovers." The therapist explained it all with such confidence.

"So trade in one black man for another. How is that going to help?" I was frustrated with what sounded like a pretty stupid solution proposed by Catherine.

"It would help because I believe that we can wean Lis off her desire to be with black men with a professional that will have no emotional connection with Lis. Anytime Lis feels the urge to be with another man this surrogate will be available to satisfy her needs. With the emotion taken out of the equation hopefully Lis will tire of these extramarital affairs. Of course I will work with Lis as well. We have to find out the real reason she has chosen this behavior."

"With all the emotion gone what's to keep Lis from going back to other men?" I asked.

"Well let me tell you about our surrogate. Leon has been working as one for several years. He is 26 years old and has been working with two other clients to increase their sexual self-esteem. He is a wonderful young man and most definitely no one's step down. He is handsome and a superior lover. Yet I have to be honest with you, Denny, if Lis simply wants to stay on this path there is very little anyone can do to stop it. You must be prepared for that although in my experience I am hopeful she will be convinced to stop her behavior."

" I understand that possibility. It also sounds like my wife might have a hard time leaving Leon."

"Well they could be together for a while. Remember you will be her emotional lover, a much stronger relationship than Leon will provide. As beautiful as Lis is you can trust that this man is there as a surrogate only."

"I think this is insane Catherine. I mean, I like you and I know you are just trying to help but this is one weird situation you are proposing." I was far from convinced.

"Why don't you and Lis stop by for a drink around 7pm tonight. We have to at least confront her about these sexual encounters."

I knew that Catherine was right about that and for some reason I felt more comfortable with a professional like her helping me out. If I sat down with Lis on my own I had no idea how things would turn out.

I convinced Lis to walk down to Catherine's that night. As we strolled past Mrs. Herney's house we talked about Joe. We were invited to a party he and his wife were throwing. We missed Joe and were looking forward to seeing him again. As we talked I was reminded why I loved Lis so much. The way we meshed intellectually made us such good companions. "Don't you think it's funny that Catherine's husband is never around?" Lis inquired.

"I've seen Daniel a couple of times but not lately. I guess you're right. It is a different type of relationship. I replied.

"Daniel. I had even forgotten his name." She smiled over at me. As we waslked I had no idea how intuitive my wife's statement was. 

I followed Lis up the steps to Catherine's front door. The black boots she wore gave off a polished gleam in the dark as the streetlights reflected off them. They also had long spike heels. My wife always walked like an athlete until she donned a pair of high heels. The result of her well toned legs and a pair of dress shoes was always devastating. These boots were no exception.

We knocked on Catherine's door and she came right away and greeted us. While I was as nervous as I had ever been in my life, Catherine was as effusive as ever. She took our coats and complimented Lis on the black wool skirt she was wearing. My wife immediately returned the compliment regarding Catherine's green silk blouse. Although Catherine was wearing slacks they seemed to be an expensive wool that went with the pair of alligator pumps she was wearing. Between the two women I felt a little underdressed in jeans and an old oxford shirt.

We looked around the house while Catherine made us drinks. Lis was especially taken aback by all the zebra references in the house. The three of us ended up in a spacious study that was walled with filled bookcases. There was a good size desk on one side of the room and two overstuffed chairs and a couch on the other. They were matching pieces that were upholstered in brown leather. Lis took a seat at the end of the couch while I sat next to her in one of the chairs and Catherine sat in the other chair. We made small talk while I sat anxiously waiting for the hammer to drop. I was hoping against hope that Catherine wouldn't bring up the surrogate idea. It would have made us look like fools. In the end Catherine was rather blunt approaching Lis' infidelity. I guess it was the only way to do it.

"Lis I thought you ought to know that Denny has come to me over the past couple of months for some advise on your relationship." The statuesque blonde started.

"Really? Why?" Lis gave me an incredulous look.

"Well this is what I do and he was worried that a great deal of the spark had gone out of your sexual relationship." She continued.

"We've both been busy at work. I get tired. My God Dennis!" Lis rarely called me by my full name so I knew I was in big trouble.

I was about to say something when Catherine interjected. "Lis are you seeing another man?"

"Jesus! Are you two crazy?" Lis howled. She looked at me and then at Catherine. I am pretty sure that my wife figured she could fool me but that there was no way she was going to get around the psychotherapist. She looked down at her hands.

"How long has it been going on?" Catherine asked so calmly that Lis slid right into an unbelievable answer.

"Oh Denny I'm so sorry. I started seeing Maarq after that night." She admitted.

"What!" I exploded but Catherine gave me a look that told me it wasn't my turn to talk yet.

"How long have you been seeing him?" Catherine inquired.

"I haven't seen him for awhile. Those business trips I took before we got married? I would go spend a couple of days with Maarq In New Jersey. When you proposed I broke it off. He wanted me to marry you and still be his sex partner but I couldn't do it." Lis said.

"You've been with other men though, haven't you?" Catherine stayed very calm and confident through the whole process.

"One day about six months ago I was at lunch downtown. I got up to use the ladies room and as I walked past the bar this black man whistled at me. Oh God I couldn't help myself. On my way back I gave him my cell phone number. I am so ashamed. That day, the day of the last blizzard. We talked on the phone. I was naked in bed with him! I was turning you on and he was lying on top of me, inside me while we talked. I don't know why this is happening to me!" Lis had broken down completely and I was barely holding it together.

"Lis, the fact that you confessed this matter so easily means you want things to change. Am I right?" Catherine soothingly asked.

"I would do anything to stop this madness." She returned.

"I've told your husband about a way that might wean you off this sexual predilection." Here it came. I couldn't believe I was going to listen to this idea again.

"I'll try anything at this point. I just want to live a normal life with Denny." Lis looked at me hopefully. I wanted that same thing. I reached out and took her hand.

"I am going to suggest that you see a sexual surrogate. He will be there to support you in a sexual way only. Denny is your husband where you have your emotional bond. As time goes on he will regain your sexual bond as well. Catherine explained.

"You mean you want me to openly have sex with another man?" Lis looked at me.

"Don't look at me. I'm as perplexed by this whole thing as you are honey." I chimed in hoping it would deter the way things were going.

"Let me introduce you to your surrogate and we can talk further. Leon could you come in here please?" Catherine called out to the living room.

"You mean he's here?" I asked dumbfounded.

With that, in walked a tall lanky black man. The fact that he was good looking with cornrows and a very dark complexion was unnerving enough to me. What made the whole scene surreal was that he was buck naked. He walked in and sauntered up to me first. 

"Hi Denny I'm Leon." He held out his hand and I shook it. If this had all fallen apart I was confident that Lis would know I had no part in the planning of this introduction by the look on my face. Yet what I was hoping was that she didn't notice me checking out the long ebony member that swing flaccidly between his legs. This guy was hung. There was no other way to put it.

The black man stepped around me and took a seat right next to my wife on the couch. Lis' mouth hung open. She was as shocked as I was to see this naked black man walking around Catherine's home.

"Hello I'm Leon." The black man held out his hand. His voice was fairly high pitched.

"So I've gathered." Lis replied in awe. "Are we on some sort of X-rated game show?"

Catherine and Leon both laughed. I didn't know how many times they had tried this before but they had to know it was pretty weird to bring a naked guy into an otherwise civilized conversation between three other people.

"Lis there is something beneath the surface that you and I have to bring up, the actual reason for your attraction to black men. Until we discover that reason I think it's a bad idea that you date men that might want to claim an emotional stake with you. That's why Leon is here. I don't think your sexual desire to be with a black man is going to vanish simply because we are exploring the issue, not at first anyway." Catherine surmised.

"Is this really a treatment?" Lis looked at me.

All I could do was shrug. I actually felt very strange. Before that night with Maarq I would have grabbed Lis and dragged her out of there. Tonight I had confirmed that my wife was sleeping with another man and our psychotherapist neighbor had come up with an incredibly odd solution to the problem and all I could do was shrug my shoulders. I was looking at the two of them sitting on the couch and there were butterflies in my stomach. The kind you get when there is a nervous excitement in the air. Lis looked so prim and proper in her button down white blouse, skirt and black boots. While the black man was just raw sex sitting right next to her with his long dark penis resting on one of his upper thighs. My God did I actually want them to fuck?

"Lis whenever you feel the need to be with a black man I want you to call on Leon. He will be there physically whenever possible as well as a support to talk too during those times of extreme desire." Catherine explained.

"Do you have any experience with this sort of thing?" Lis asked Leon as she began to weaken to Catherine's reasoning.

"Leon is currently working with two other women." Catherine interjected.

They have issues which are different than yours but to answer your question I have experience." Leon answered.

"You're so young that's all." Lis was close enough for Catherine to make her move.

"Lis what I would like you to do is take off your clothes and sit back down next to Leon." Catherine asked.

"Really? Honey I'm not so sure." Lis looked at me again.

All I had to do was take her hand and bring her home. That would have been the end of this sexually mutated scenario. We could have worked through Lis' affairs ourselves or seen another therapist but I couldn't do it. For some perverted reason I had to see my wife naked with this black man. After all, it didn't necessarily mean they were going to have sex. What harm could it do?"Lis I don't have any answers myself." I acquiesced and out of the corner of my eye I saw a broad smile form on Catherine's face.

Lis got up and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra landed on the arm of my chair and she shimmied out of her skirt and panties.

"That's fine for now dear you can just leave the boots on. My goodness you are in incredible shape." Catherine commented as she admired my wife's well toned body. She motioned her back next to Leon who could no longer control himself. His penis had begun to harden on his leg. "Now I'd like you to do a little role play for me. Lis do you have a fantasy about a black man you haven't let screw you yet?" Catherine was getting vulgar again.

"Sure, Jamal Zoe." Lis replied immediately.

Both Leon and Catherine gave her a quizzical look.

"He plays guitar down at Samson's Grill once every two weeks or so." I added. I wasn't surprised at Lis' admission. The part time guitar player had the good looks to go with the bad boy reputation.

Excellent Denny you know him too. That's important. What turns you on about him?" Catherine inquired.

"Well he's a guitar player first off. You know shaved head, nice muscles, great stage presence and he wears these leather pants that when he gets worked up just right. Well let's just say you can tell he's hung real nice. The pants certainly don't hurt that sweet black ass either." Lis described shamelessly. I could tell something was happening to her. She was sexually turned on as she checked out Leon's now fully erect dick but there was something different about my wife.

"You two have seen him perform together?" Catherine asked.

"Sure and sometimes on my own." Lis replied. I was surprised. I had never known that Lis had gone to that bar alone to see some black guy play guitar.

"Did you ever get turned on in front of your husband?" Lis delved further.

"Of course Jamal's fucking hot." Lis slurred. 




Zebra Games Ch. 02



I had never seen her drunk after a half a glass of wine but tonight was a night of firsts. As Catherine kept talking I noticed Lis' eyes gloss over and her hands began to roam along the black man's thigh. She was having trouble controlling herself. At one point one of her hands drifted over to the large black erection and in an almost absentminded way picked the prong up and began gently stroking it. Then she actually began to drool as she nodded her head listening to Catherine. Her lips were glistening with spit and it ran down her mouth to her chin.

Meanwhile Catherine seemed to approve of Lis' actions. She smiled with satisfaction as my wife indulged herself with the black man's organ and more importantly that I did nothing to stop it. 

"Do you think Leon will suffice to act as a replacement for your stud Jamal?" Catherine asked.

"Sure he's beautiful. I'd love to fuck him." Lis looked at Leon with a real hunger in her eyes.

"So why don't the two of you get started. Lis give Leon, or in this case Jamal, a kiss." Catherine ordered.

My wife leaned in and kissed the black man lightly on the lips at first and then more sensuously. I could hear their tongues rubbing against each other as Leon put his arms around my wife. Lis put one arm around Leon but kept her other hand firmly attached to his throbbing erection. 

"Lis move down and kiss one of his nipples, would you?" Catherine asked.

As my wife moved her lips down and took one of Leon's nipples into her mouth I couldn'y help but wonder why Catherine would need to instruct my wife in how to make love to the black man. I knew that wasn't part of the therapy. Meanwhile Leon began to moan as Lis worked over his nipples with her lips and tongue. She didn't need any instruction for her next move. Lis bent further down and began giving him head. She started slowly at first, kissing the head and licking it. I saw a spurt of liquid shoot from the engorged organ and Lis made sure to catch it in her mouth.

"How do they do that?" She picked up her head and asked Catherine her face now a picture of delirium.

"Just keep pleasuring you lover honey." Catherine told her softly as she went over to the couch and sat next to them.

Lis went back to giving the black man some incredible head. She engulfed the whole cock and began moving it in and out of her mouth. Every once in a while my wife's head would jerk and her eyes would flutter but she kept sucking on the black penis. I was sure the spasms were a reaction to the liquid spurting from the black man. Catherine even commented at one point that Lis should just keep sucking, that she would get used to it. Lis ended up on her knees between the black man's legs. She was attacking his dick with the same gusto as when she gave Maarq a blowjob. She was taking in a lot of meat with every gulp and then sucking hard as she slid her mouth upwards along the shaft. 

Leon was smiling and running his hands through my wife's hair. Suddenly he got up and walked Lis over to the middle of the room. He laid her down on the floor and then got on top of her 69 style. Lis simply opened her mouth and let the large black member drop down into her throat. At first she rocked her head back and forth trying to create some friction. Then Leon began to gently apply downward pressure forcing her head down onto the carpet. She was at his mercy now. He undulated his hips in short up and down motions sliding his dick in and out of my wife's mouth while he lowered his head between her thighs. I could now hear his tongue sliding all over my wife's vagina. 

Catherine motioned me over to the couch next to her. I was as hard as a rock and limped over to the couch. I was beyond being embarrassed at this point. She began whispering to me as soon as I sat down. 

"Your wife is doing an excellent job. When she is sexually attracted to a man she becomes quite aggressive."

"So... what does that mean?"

"You said this Marcus was a devious fellow, an outcast in the neighborhood. This man Leon is roleplaying is a rock and roll musician. While he may be a very fine gentleman his profession has its reputation. They're both black. Lis definitely has an attraction to an unconventional type of man."

My wife's eyes were tearing and there was a stream of drool flowing from the side of her mouth as Leon pumped his dick further and further down her throat with each thrust. He had taken her so deep that his large scrotum was now bouncing off her face. Lis seemed up to the task as she had reached around and dug her nails into his buttocks. Her own hips were rhythmically pushing up and down as the black man's tongue continued to relentlessly attack her genitals.

"Is that enough? Can they stop now?" I finally pleaded.

Catherine smiled at me. "I'd like to see your wife's level of passion. I need to see how excited she can truly get with Leon. Of course you already know this level having lost her to Maarq that night. You've already watched her perform once this won't hurt too much. Besides you seem to be enjoying it." Catherine smiled down at the lump in my crotch.

The last comment really stung and it was meant too. Catherine seemed intent on keeping me in my place. I figured a professional wouldn't say something like that but her technique was anything but normal.

"Denny I'd like you to get out of your clothes as well." Catherine demanded.

I looked at her. I simply had no idea what she was up to now. Quite possibly she had become so excited watching my wife and Leon that she needed relief. Since Lis and I were having such infrequent sex the tall dishwater blonde psychotherapist had become a favorite subject for my masturbation sessions. I got up and quickly undressed. I stood in front of Catherine hoping she would initiate something. Instead she simply smiled and patted the couch next to her. I sat back down and Catherine turned to me.

"I wanted you to show your support for your wife. Let her know you approve of this exercise." She said into my ear.

She turned and reached towards the coffee table. She grabbed a towel and a jar of petroleum jelly. She dipped into the jar with her fingers and came out with a healthy dollop of lube. She then began spreading the jelly on my cock.

"Oh Catherine!" I sighed.

I didn't care if I was here to try and repair my marriage., if one of the sexiest women I had ever laid eyes on wanted to jerk me off that was fine with me. Yet all of a sudden she released her grip on me.

"If she sees you masturbating Lis won't have any feelings of guilt. Use this towel for your ejaculate." Catherine wiped her hands off and then placed the towel on my thigh.

"Your wife is very good at giving oral sex. Since she has been dating black men she has obviously become quite adept at handling large penises. Do you know if she dated men with large cocks before she met you?" Catherine gave me that same superior smile I had seen when her remarks were meant to dig into me. For some reason it turned me on even more.

"Why do you ask that?" I knew I was setting myself up for more abuse but I seemed to want it.

"Well obviously your wife has been settling for a smaller penis in her married life. I would like to know if Maarq and the black men she has been pleasuring since have sparked a memory of a more intense sexual relationship that's all." Catherine kept smiling. She was saying I could give it to you all night long if you'd like you pathetic little man. "My goodness they look wonderful together. It's so rare that I work with such a specimen. You're very lucky Denny. By the time we are done we will have turned your wife into a real sexual athlete." She crowed.

I didn't even answer. Yet there was no doubt she was right. As I stroked myself I watched Lis. Every muscular fiber in her body was working to extract pleasure from the black man and in return give as much back to him. By the looks on their faces she was doing a good job.

Leon got up onto his knees and spun around so he was lying alongside Lis. They were kissing again and as he lay next to her the black man had eased two fingers inside my wife. In an instant he was expertly manipulating her with those fingers. She was bucking her hips into the air with abandon. Suddenly Lis rolled over onto Leon. In one very fluid motion She moved into a squatting position and then very slowly impaled herself on him. Both of them sighed loudly. At first Lis just sat on the black man with her hands on his chest. Then she began to smile down at him. The feeling of having another black man inside her was taking hold.

"There's nothing like the first time you mount a black stud. Each one seems like a new sexual height being attained. Right Lis?" Catherine broke in.

Lis looked over at us with that smile. I had never seen it before. She was experiencing utter ecstasy astride Leon. She then turned back and looked back down at the black man now buried balls deep inside her.

"He really has her now." Catherine had leaned into my ear again, her husky voice driving me crazy. "You seem to be enjoying this scenorio. Have you ever fantasized about this musician fucking your wife?"

"No only Maarq." I admitted. I couldn't believe I had told her that. Yet I seemed to be falling into some sort of trance I was so turned on. At this point I would have told Catherine anything.

"Well we're going to have to broaden your horizons. You should start thinking about your wife with more black men." Catherine answered.

Lis began moving up and down on Leon. I could clearly hear the sounds of him invading her insides. It was a sloshing wet noise coming from the action of his large black dick moving against her slick vaginal canal. 

Gradually Leon began thrusting upwards into my wife with an increasing intensity. At first it was a slow undulation but it had turned into an awesome display of the black man's strength. His huge ebony dick pistoned in and out of her in a blur. His balls bounced up and down in his large scrotum. It was all Lis could do to hold her squat over him and withstand his assault. The look on her face registered a mixture of ecstasy a unique sexual agony. The sloshing noise made by a man deliberately probing a woman's insides was replaced by the constant sound of two bodies forcefully slapping together. 

I couldn't control myself any longer. I had known that Catherine wanted nothing more than to have me cum in front of my wife getting her brains fucked out of her by this black man. Although she had said she was here to help us I believed that this would be a significant victory for her own agenda. Consequently I had tried to keep the friction against my own cock to a minimum. So much so that every so often Catherine would actually wrap her hand around my hand and guide it up and down. Still I had held off until Leon had really begun putting the wood to Lis. Suddenly my cock became very sensitive to the touch of my hand and my hips began to gyrate up and down. I looked up at Catherine. She knew she had me and smiled.

"Oh God no! Oh Lis!" I uttered in a frenzied desperation.

"You're cumming?" Catherine asked smiling triumphantly.

"Oh yes!" I confessed.

"Good just let it happen." She instructed.

I looked down at Lis and Leon. He had ended his brutal assault and was now letting Lis ride up and down on him. I was so close to cumming all rational thought was gone yet I couldn't help but think how my wife going up and down looked like a beautiful woman astride a big black horse wearing her shiny black boots. Then I heard it. Lis had kissed him and was hovering over his face.

"I've never felt like that before. No one has ever done that to me."

I felt the cum gush out of me into the towel Catherine was holding for me. It felt incredible as if it was the first time I was experiencing an orgasm. My legs pushed up and down with each burst of cum.

"Lis your husband is cumming!" Catherine announced.

They both turned and looked at me. Leon smiled while not much registered on my wife's face. Her hair was dampened from sweat that was also pouring down her face and had covered her body. They turned back to each other. Leon rolled the two of them over so that he was on top.

"That was probably the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced. Am I correct?" Catherine asked as she wiped the semen off my spent body. 

"I think so." I huffed between breaths.

"And imagine you weren't even inside your wife. It was another man taking her to her own sexual heights, a black man. I have to admit you do have some stamina though. You lasted some time before cumming." Catherine still had that smile that exuded superiority. She looked down at me as I slouched in exhaustion. Somehow I knew that statement along with others from this evening were not part of any therapy for my wife.

Although I had just cum I still found myself very excited. My wife was on her back taking everything Leon could give her. She had wrapped her legs around the black man. The boots crisscrossed along his sweaty heaving back and locked at the ankles on his buttocks. Leon was pumping in and out of her with a force I had never seen before. Without her muscular build I feared Lis would have been unable to take the black man. I looked down and saw that I was hard again and I saw no shame in masturbating myself again.

Catherine and I sat there and watched Leon finish off my wife. She was sobbing underneath him as he pounded away.

"Look at all that excitement coating his penis. I made a good choice with him. Your wife is really enjoying herself. Isn't she?" Catherine looked at me as if she was expecting an answer.

"I guess she is." Was all I could muster as I ran my hand up and down my cock.

"Oh see how Leon's balls are tightening within his scrotum. He's preparing to cum inside your wife." Catherine commented as if she was watching a play.

She was right. Leon's walnut sized balls had risen and were clearly visible on either side of his huge erection. Still he kept on rising up and thrusting down on my wife but his motion was now clearly labored. Suddenly Leon let out a short grunt and his long powerful thrusts became truncated and irregular.

"Oh I'm going to cum inside you now." His voice was strangled but still rather matter of fact. Incredibly it was still all business to him despite having just fucked one of the hottest women ever to give it up to a black man.

Now I noticed as his shaft withdrew from my wife it had changed from a dark ebony color to a foamy white. He had cum inside my wife and his semen was coating him now. Something Catherine made sure to point out to me. After a series of these short thrusts the black man collapsed on top of Lis and she held him in her arms and they kissed.

"That was wonderful. I think we have had a great start here." Catherine gushed. She jumped out of her chair and went over to Lis and Leon. "Leon, why don't you get cleaned up. I'd like to spend a few minutes with Denny and Lis."

The black man lifted himself off of my wife. His dick had softened but Lis' vaginal muscles still gripped it and the long member made a suction like noise as he pulled out of her. I couldn't help staring at the shiny black dick as Leon stood in front of me. It was hanging there in front of me glistening with a mixture of my wife and him. Leon smiled and left the room.

"Now Denny I think you have done a great deal to show that you support your wife but I would like you to do one more thing for her." Catherine requested.

"What do you want me to do?" 

"I'd like you to go down on Lis for me."

"It's full of his cum." I complained.

"I need you to show your wife what you will go through to support her. Taking the black man's seed from her womb will symbolize that you will fight this sexual perversion with her." 

I looked down at Lis. Her legs were spread. She was waiting for me. I got down on my knees and leaned in between her legs. As I got close I could feel the heat that the two lovers had generated still seeping out of Lis' body. Her vagina was a slimy mess but I did it anyway. I stuck my tongue out and licked her. As soon as I tasted it something overcame me. I began to lap at the gooey mixture with an enthusiasm that I would have never thought possible for this type of thing. Lis began moaning as I cleaned each labia lip and then stuck my tongue inside her. I couldn't stop despite the horrible salty taste. I even began moving my hips, humping the thin air with excitement. 

"Well Denny it's obvious you enjoy your desserts. Nothing tastes better than a nice thick cream pie." I heard from above me. It was Catherine.

I had Lis pretty well cleaned up but I couldn't stop. I was like a dog in heat. I had absolutely no control over what I was doing. My hips kept humping wildly in the air and my cock, although as hard as a rock, was flopping around obscenely. Suddenly I felt a pressure on my anus. It was a lubed finger that easily defeated my sphincter muscle. I yelped loudly as the finger wiggled around in my rectum until it found its target. The finger began massaging my prostate and I instantly began to cum. It was as powerful an orgasm as my first one that evening. My semen gushed out in thick white ropes until I was spent. 

"Well the you two really helped yourselves tonight. How did it feel to have that stud Jamal deep inside you Lis?" Catherine asked as I helped Lis off the floor.

"He fucking rocked my world." Lis mumbled as if she was a satiated drug addict. She was in a trance of sorts and she seemed to be really enjoying it. 

"Lis I'd like to start seeing you once a week. I'm very optimistic about getting this problem solved fairly quickly. I would also like to set some ground rules regarding Leon. Lis you are free to call on Leon anytime you feel you are weakening with regards to your sexual desire towards black men. Denny, if Lis does weaken she'll need your support. I realize that it could happen at anytime or anyplace but it would be a big help if you would be there with your wife and Leon as often as possible." Catherine instructed.

We both nodded our heads. I was barely hanging onto reality in my own trance. In fact we were both like zombies as Catherine explained the ground rules. Lis was still wearing that strange smile and drooling a bit. She was definitely worse off than me. Still I felt that if the tall blonde had commanded me to jump out the window I would have gladly followed her orders.

"Yes Catherine." I replied groggily. 

"You know what that means luv, lots of Vasoline and cream pies for you. I want you between your wife's legs on a daily basis." Her eyes were a coal black color. As Catherine stared at me I swore I had never seen eyes that color before.

We got dressed and walked out of the study and through the kitchen. On the table there was a long vine that had some walnut sized fruit attached to it. The fruit was a very deep purple color and looked very unusual. I picked up the vine and began examining it but Catherine gently took the vine from me.

"I've got to learn to clean up a little better." She said.

I just smiled like a goof and headed for the front door after Lis. For most of the walk home we were silent. I was still in a daze and so was Lis. Something had overcome the both of us in that house. While I was not a cave man I had never been afraid to tell a woman to go fuck herself if she was out of line. Yet Catherine had me watch my wife have sex with a black man and then eat her out with his cum drooling all over the place. Some of the things I did or allowed to happen I would have never thought I was capable of until that night.

We walked through the front door of our house and I checked the message machine out of habit. Without thinking I erased three messages before I even had a chance to listen to them. Later I would find out that one of those messages was from my friend Joe. 




Zebra Games Ch. 02



"Well I found that to be an interesting visit." Lis broke the silence first.

"Honey, I had to confront you about the affair. Catherine had talked about this surrogate shit but I'd never agreed to it. She just sprung it on us. I don't know why I didn't stop it. I just knew I couldn't stand it when I found out you were sleeping with someone else."

"Denny I don't know what's come over me. I see a black man and I just can't control myself. That woman that calls herself a therapist was right about one thing. I'm emotionally and in every other way attached to you and that's never going to change!"

"So what do you want to do?"

"I want to move to a place where there are no black men. How's Antarctica sound?" Lis smiled at me hopefully. Whatever had come over us at Catherine's seemed to be losing its grip. "Failing that impossibility I have to beat this like it's an addiction and one thing is for sure, I don't trust that woman down the street." Lis waved her finger at me.

"Lis I had no idea this sort of thing was going to happen." I defended myself.

"How could you? She's as sly as a fox. How did she get us to do what we did over there? Something's fouled up that's for sure. That cock felt the same as Maarq's. It twitched and spurted this juice. It wasn't cum." Lis said.

"I noticed it right before I lost my own sense of reality. I thought you were possessed the way you attacked that guy. Are you going to have sex with him again like Catherine suggested? You know, to help get cured of this thing if that's what you want to call getting cured." I asked. I was hoping she would disagree if it had been Catherine's idea.

"I have to be honest I haven't stopped thinking about Maarq since that night. It's been overpowering. Yet now I couldn't care less. There's no itch or desire. But no, I'll do this my way." Lis gave me as resolute a look as I'd ever seen on her. I felt a thousand percent better.

"Thank God! The last thing I needed was Leon coming over here for dinner and a fuck." I was relieved.

"Leon? Who the fuck is that?" Lis gave me a quizzical look.

"Uh honey, you remember that big black guy? He was using what looked like a trunk for a dick to fuck you with?" I could tell that Lis wasn't joking around.

"Leon? The guy with the huge black erection that spread my legs was Jamal Zoe. You know the guy who plays guitar down at Samson's?" Lis looked at me like I was nuts. I didn't bother arguing with her. She was convinced that her lover tonight was the same man she told Catherine about whom she had had fantasies. Catherine had suggested she role play using Jamal as a character and as easy as that the black man had become a reality for my wife. I sat down at the kitchen table and my eyes followed Lis as she climbed the stairs to take a shower. She said she had never felt this dirty in her whole life. Meanwhile I sat and worried. I now knew that something strange and powerful had moved in down the street and in all likelihood it was planning on wreaking havoc on this nice quiet neighborhood.



Zebra Games Ch. 03



I made the turn at Seaside Ave. like I did every afternoon after work, about a mile into my run. Everyday I tried to put in at least four miles. I left the weightlifting to Lis who ran about 15 to 20 miles herself every week. My wife was more of a morning person and our workouts gave us each a chance to be on our own for an hour or so during the day.

Today I ran into Michele Goslon who was out for a run herself. I waved to her as she cruised by going the other way. Michele smiled and said hello as her dirty blonde ponytail bounced in the air. A full four inches shorter than Lis, she was still easily her equal when it came to soccer. Both women were high school All-Americans. My wife had helped Michele pick her college from the hundred or so that had recruited her. Lis' philosophy was that while many of the state schools had great soccer programs and very good academics, a girl with a gift should parlay it into the best education possible. So Michele chose an Ivy League school and even though her parents had to pay for the education, instead of their daughter taking advantage of a scholarship, they could afford it. As it turned out the choice was fortuitous. Michele suffered a career ending back injury her sophomore year. As a result of her choice of college she was still going to have one of the best educations and a chance at a top notch medical school after graduation. While contact sports were out the well built athlete was competing in triathalons. As I passed Michele I couldn't help but admire her form and take a quick glance at the powerful buttocks that protruded out of her black tights.

I kept going down to the beach and then ran along the cottages that formed a man made wall along the shore. It was a refreshing run and I always felt good at the end. I turned at the end of the road and began my trek back to my house. I waved to a few neighbors as I picked up steam. I made a mental note that I may want to increase my mileage I was feeling so good. I made my way up the hill. I got to the crest of the hill and I could make out the two of them. As I got closer I saw it was Michele with an older black man. He was about the same height as her and very dark complexioned. My stomach jumped when I added two and two. I slowed a bit as I went by and Michele waved to me. She was smiling and seemed to be giving the black man directions or helping with something. I looked back after a few yards and saw that the black man had put his hand on the pretty white girl's shoulder. I couldn't help but think how any black man would go crazy over that young woman's round ass and I got excited.

The thought brought me back to Lis. I had to hand it to her. My wife had been strong for over a month. She hadn't been in touch with Leon once. Meanwhile our own sex life had returned. I was hopeful that the night at Catherine's had jolted Lis into ending this fantasy life. We weren't sure what Catherine's motives were with regards to Lis but whether she wanted to or not the sex therapist seemed to have helped. Yet I could tell that Lis was struggling every day. When we were in public and around a black man or men I would watch my wife. The first few times I could tell she would have given anything to let them ravish her. I knew that this infatuation was more than just in Lis' mind. She was being affected physically when in the presence of a black man. At first we were too scared to even talk about it, like a pitcher throwing a no hitter in a baseball game. This is why I didn't plan to mention the black man and Michele to her. Still as each day passed an interesting thing happened, Lis got stronger and we became more and more confident that my wife could beat this weird perversion.

I finished my run just in time for dinner. Lis had made beef stroganoff. The best thing about having a woman who works out hard for a wife is her magnificent body, running a close second is the food. Lis was an energy burning machine and she cooked and ate like it albeit with healthy foods. Whoever said the Germans couldn't cook was dead wrong. Lis had some German and Pennsylvania Dutch recipes that were incredible.

We made love that night. It felt wonderful to have Lis back again. As far as I was concerned if we were able to get through the next few months I would put Lis' extramarital affairs behind us.

It was Friday and I was felling the first warmth of the year as I pulled into the driveway. It was still early in the year but I couldn't resist keeping the windows open as I drove so I could breathe in the first traces on spring. I was in a good mood. Lis wanted to get a jump on some cleaning around the house which I was dreading but just spending the weekend with my wife was fine with me even if it meant doing chores all weekend.

I climbed the steps to our front landing and walked into the house. Lis was in the kitchen washing some dishes. She was wearing a nice white blouse, jeans and her cowboy boots. I got the impression that she wasn't in the mood for cleaning anymore.

"Hey sweetie." Lis said slowly with a smile.

"How's it going?" I asked as my wife came over and gave me a kiss.

"You know Caroline called and asked if I wanted to go to happy hour with her. I figured we could get started with the garage tomorrow and I already did the kitchen." Lis offered hopefully with her arms still around me.

I checked out the kitchen and saw that it was spotless. Still the cleanliness of our house was the least of my worries. Lis was going out for drinks with Joe's girlfriend, a woman that had fallen for a black man. I knew full well that Caroline loved both Lis and I and would never consciously do anything to hurt us. Yet she knew nothing of our recent marital problems. What if the conversation turned to interracial relationships and how happy Caroline was to be entwined in one. What if a handsome black man walked by? Would Lis follow him? Offer herself to him?

"How are you feeling?" I asked as if Lis was recovering from some sort of life threatening disease.

"Fine. I'm fine." Lis looked at me and then realized what I was talking about. "Denny I'll be okay. I'm going to be with Caroline. If she ever thought I'd stray she'd kill me, even though she doesn't know about my problem. Besides, I'll be back by 9 or so."

"Okay. You know I believe you don't you?" I tried to comfort her.

"Of course, we're going to get through this." Lis kissed me again.

"Well then if you want to trade the kitchen for the garage I'll clean while you're out getting hammered." I offered with a smile.

"Sounds good to me. I love you." Lis said and kissed me one more time.

"Love you too." I watched Lis walk out the door. He ass looked perfect molded into the faded jeans. It was going to be a anxious night until my wife got home.

I started to clean the garage if only to maintain my sanity. In between the sweeping and the garbage bags I couldn't help thinking about them dancing together. Maarq and Lis holding each other as the black man's snake slithered in and out of her. The horror of the thoughts wasn't my wife giving into her desire for black men but that she might not. I was excited day dreaming of her having sex with Maarq.

I hauled a couple of boxes out to the garbage bin in the back yard. It had gotten dark and the chill had returned letting me know that the New England winter was still hanging on. I noticed the lights over at Pat Herney's house. She was standing at the picture window looking out into her backyard which abutted ours. It was then that I saw someone come up behind the statuesque widow and hug her.

I thought it was a strange sight because my neighbor had not dated anyone since her husband Jack had passed away. I was happy for Pat. It was about time she got on with her life. I was also curious. I went to her side of my yard. From behind the bushes I had a good view through the picture window and what I saw was troubling. Pat was naked and the man caressing Pat's breasts and kissing her neck was a shorter black man. First it was Lis then I had seen Michele Goslon talking with one and now this discovery. This was beyond any coincidence and there was sure to be one common thread, a certain blonde therapist named Catherine.

Despite my misgivings Lis returned after a couple of hours without incident. The next day we got up and started working. We started with the interior of the house and then started the spring clean up in the yard, we had done it together laughing and joking through it all. We were having a the kind of day that made you so glad you were with someone. At one point we took a break to introduce ourselves to a couple moving in down the street. Ed and Tonya had been married a couple of years and were a bit younger than us. They were buying their first house. He was a bookish looking guy, a bit thin but good looking just the same. Tonya was a very pretty blonde with a lithe build. The warm weather had her in shorts which allowed me a good view of her long toned legs as she helped move some of the lighter things out of the rented moving van. I saw that Ed had no help with the heavier furniture so I took pity on him and started to help. We worked for about an hour while Lis helped Tonya unpack the boxes The four of us got along real well and after a couple of beers the Cooleys invited us to dinner later in the week as a payback for our help.

"Thank God we've finally got a normal couple in the neighborhood. I hope we've got a trend going here." Lis commented as we walked down the street back to our house.

"I hope that's the only trend that continues." I was thinking about Michele Goslon's and Pat Herney's new boyfriends.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Lis had an amused look on her face.

"Nothing, we've had enough excitement around here is all." I put my arm around my wife and kept my recent observations to myself.

A couple of weeks passed by and there were no more sightings of black men chatting with or feeling up any of the neighborhood women. Yet this didn't stop me from thinking about it. I was fantasizing all day long and couldn't get the sexual scenarios out of my mind. There was young Michele on her knees topless and wearing only her jogging tights. She was giving the older black man a blow job. She was smiling up at him as she playfully kissed and licked his ebony prong. He was smiling back and running his hands through her hair. "Oh my child what wonderful little children we shall make together." He would say over and over. It always culminated with the black man hosing the pretty coed down with blast after blast of cum. It would cover her face and breasts.

This daydream played over and over along with the sexual dance between Maarq and Lis. Needless to say I was horny all the time. I constantly wanted my wife. The only good by product of this infatuation was the incredible sex.

Inevitably these daydreams began invading my sleep. One night I went to bed early after a rough day. It was about 9:30. Lis was still up watching TV as my dream began. This time Jane Peterson was starring in my sexual fantasy. It was a painfully easy seduction. The short haired brunette was in one of the simple dresses she always wore when teaching her eighth and ninth grade English classes. Her dresses were regularly short and I had always wondered what sort of torture she put her horny male students through with those gorgeous shapely legs.

The black man approached her in a shirt and tie. He began talking to her. I couldn't hear what they were saying but they were smiling and Jane didn't seem put off at all. The scene in my mind shifted with a flash.

It was her face I saw next and it was up close. It was contorted as if she was in pain. I wasn't sure what was going on until there was this glimmer. It flashed out of her eyes and then there was Jane's mouth which had been hanging wide open, now flexed into a smile and then those blue eyes rolled up into her head. 

"Oh just keep doing it to me!" She screamed.

Then I saw the whole picture. The sexy school teacher was laying on the dining room table in her house. She was wearing only a pair of high heel pumps which were flailing about helplessly in the air and the upper half of her naked body was draped all over the smooth dark finish of the wooden table top. Her hands were gripping the edges of each side of the table as if she was hanging off a cliff. The black man was on top attached to her with his hard penis at the apex of her legs. He was pumping his dark manhood in and out of her and had grabbed onto her thighs to further anchor her in place.

My body arched upwards as I watched the black man top Mrs. Peterson. How did he get her? Jane was as sexy as any woman I had ever met but true to her husband. She was in love with him. Why would she do this? It was so real, as vivid as any dream I had ever experienced. It was only in my mind that Jane Peterson was being righteously fucked by this dark skinned black man but I also knew somehow that it was really happening. Then I saw her. She was standing in the corner watching them along with me. It was our therapist Catherine. Her arms were folded and she seemed to be observing with the demeanor of a professional. Then she saw me or at least turned to me. She smiled and said, "We got her just in time."

I was jerked awake. In the dark I saw that Lis was lying next to me fast asleep. The clock glowed 3:12am. I lay back down and immediately fell back asleep. When I awoke in the morning I was sure that it had happened. That I had watched my neighbor, Jane Peterson, get the fucking of her life from a strange black man. Yet here I was, laying in bed about to get ready for work. It couldn't have happened.

I struggled through the next few days like a zombie. I was fantasizing about Lis, Michele, Jane and even Patty and then back to Lis again. It was a extravagance of gorgeous white women taking black dick in various scenarios. I couldn't figure out why but the fact was I found it exciting thinking about these women laying down with black men, especially Lis.

I was busting at the seams. I was trying to get my life back to normal with Lis and we seemed to be succeeding. Yet this powerful current running through me wanted to sabotage everything just so I could watch my wife perform again.

I got together infrequently with my buddy Joe. We were only a few miles apart but it wasn't the same as living a few doors down from the guy. Besides things had changed, I was married now and I had so much less time to hang with Joe. We got together at Johnson's, a big barn of a building that had evolved into a huge sports bar. We were munching on chicken wings and sipping our beers as the game entered the fifth inning.

I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the fact that Joe had always been the one I confessed my sins too or a combination of both but I opened up to my friend about some of the things that had been going on around Avery Ave. It was a surreal conversation. Not only did I have to admit what had happened between Maarq and Lis but I was telling a black man my thoughts on how destructive these interracial relationships were to me and my wife. I left out my participation in what had transpired. I told Joe about Catherine whom I was positive was an enemy. I described her participation in everything since she had moved down the street and how it was obvious who was behind the emergence of the black men in our neighborhood. I tried to be as sensitive as possible regarding the race of the men. I didn't want Joe to think that it was just the fact that these men were black that I didn't want them dating white women. I half jokingly told him that it could have been a herd of Swedes that had infiltrated the neighborhood I didn't want my wife sleeping with other men. Another item I left out of my description was my excitement at watching Lis with a black man. How I couldn't help jerking off every time I had seen her with her legs spread and then when I just thought about an encounter. One thing was for sure, I would be nowhere as excited watching Lis with some Swedish guy. The fact that she was being topped by a black man made things such a sexual turn on.

"So you've seen three other women in the neighborhood with black guys? Besides Lis?" Joe confirmed.

Although I had not actually seen her I included Jane Peterson as one of the women. The dream was just too realistic and I knew that things were just too weird for it not to be true. "Yea. All since this therapist moved in. If that's what she really is. Believe me Joe she's behind all this." 

"You know Denny the fact that a black man may be seeing a white woman can't be some sort of conspiracy. I mean look at me bro." Joe put his hand on his chest and leaned back in his chair. 

"Look, I know how this sounds but I'm not being paranoid and I'm not begrudging a man being with any woman regardless of whom they are, you've got to know that about me." I replied.

"Yea I know." Joe said real slow with a smile. "Are you sure this thing between Lis and Maarq isn't getting into your head? I mean you don't know for sure that the Goslon girl slept with that guy." 

"No, I mean yes, it fucked me up pretty good but not with regards to what's happening now." I shook my head. Joe had made some good sense but he didn't know the half of it.

"Well you're not the only one who went through some weird shit with his woman and Maarq." Joe offered.

"I know Joe. Maarq was an all around motherfucker." I answered.

"I never really told you about that did I?" He looked at me and I shook my head. "The day I caught Maarq with Karen, I had talked to him about the two of us. I told him that Karen was moving out. I told him that I couldn't be sure but I thought she may have started seeing a guy at work. I had met him, nice guy and I knew that they were getting friendlier. You see Karen was having a tough time living with a black man. There was a lot of pressure from her family." Joe confessed.

"What do you mean a tough time." I asked patiently.

"Denny, everything's nice and cozy in our neighborhood but the rest of that suburb can be pretty racist. The stares we would get and the behind your back comments that are just loud enough for you to hear were getting to her." Joe explained.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I never knew." I felt bad at being so naive.

"Well so was Maarq. He kept telling me he could get Karen to stay. All I had to do was trust him." We both started to laugh together at the thought of trusting our old neighbor. "Yea, that's all I had to do, trust Maarq. I decided against it. I told him in a nice way that I appreciated the offer but that I could handle my own life. He just gave me that one that tells he's up to no good."

I nodded. "So what did he tell you? That he just wanted to talk to Karen and one thing led to another?"

"Oh he came up with a beauty. When I came into the house he was just finishing off Karen. When he saw me the asshole actually smiled at me. He said. "It's okay Joe. Karen's going to stay with you now. This is the twelfth time." I didn't give him a chance to say much more than that. I kicked his naked ass around the house and then booted him out. He kept calling me to try and explain but I wouldn't listen to him. Meanwhile Karen told me all she wanted was to be with me. She seemed obsessed. Yet when I told her she had to move out she went right over to Maarq and tried to jump in his bed. He had said something insane about fucking Karen only to get her to stay with me. I had to give him some credit. He turned her down when she tried to get with him. After that I heard she was cruising bars all over town picking up black guys. At that point I was glad to be rid of her." Joe concluded.

Meanwhile something had clicked. I hated to do it but I didn't even stay until the end of the game. I told Joe I was tired and headed home. I got back around 11pm and Lis was already in bed. I headed to the computer and typed Maarq Watson and Catherine Crainer into Google. It took awhile but I found what I was looking for. After a few articles on Catherine's prowess in the field of couples therapy I found a picture. It was one of about a dozen taken at a cocktail party during a symposium where Catherine had been a speaker. It was from several years ago but there they were. The internet was like a private detective on steroids. This time it found Catherine and Maarq with their arms around each other smiling at the camera. The caption read "Catherine Crainer and her date, Maarq Watson enjoy each other at the closing night dinner. I printed the page and went to bed. I lay down next to Lis and looked at the ceiling for the rest of the night. I couldn't sleep. I was too worked up about what I had seen on my computer. How could that heartless bitch impose herself into someone else's life to such a degree and why? What did she get out of turning me and especially Lis into her sexual plaything? It didn't matter because tomorrow I was going to face down the she devil and tell her to leave us alone.




Zebra Games Ch. 03



It was another Saturday and Lis had another list of things to do. I rushed through the chores and in the early afternoon made my way up to Catherine's home. I barely knocked as pushed through the front door. Catherine jumped back a little as I barged in.

"Well hello Denny. What's going on? You seem to be in a rush. Can I help with anything? Is Lis okay?" Catherine inquired somewhat alarmed at my disheveled appearance.

"Lis is fine and she's going to stay that way now that I've seen this." I held the internet photo up to her face.

"Where did you get this?" She asked with a confused look.

"I followed a hunch and went on the internet. Why didn't you tell us you knew Maarq?" I asked in my best accusatory tone.

"Why would it matter?" She replied.

"Why wouldn't it matter that you knew, that you were probably sleeping with the same guy that had fucked Lis? You've got to be kidding me right?" I kept up my verbal tirade.

"Oh I haven't been involved with him for years. Besides knowing Maarq has only made it easier to help Lis. I've been objective." Lis answered calmly.

"Objective? You've got her having sex with other men and I know about Pat Herney, Michele Goslon and I'm fairly certain Jane Peterson. The only thing I haven't figured out is if this is some sort of weird sexual kick for you or if there is a bigger objective here. It doesn't matter anyway. I don't want you going near my wife!" I finished.

"What happens if Lis wants to continue the treatment?" The statuesque blonde smiled at me like a predator.

"If we have to move away from here we'll do it. I'm going to tell Lis everything right now." I turned and left with Catherine standing there the same hungry look on her face.

I marched back down to our house. I found Lis in the kitchen and showed her the picture. She seemed shaken. At first I thought it was the prospect that we had been taken advantage of until Lis told me that it was all about seeing Maarq again, even if only a picture.

"Denny don't show me that picture again or any others of the man again for that matter." Lis said and turned away.

"Yea I understand. You probably hate him." I said.

"Sure. That's it." She said full of emotion. We both knew it wasn't the real reason.

"For whatever reason, this woman has taken advantage of us. What do you want to do?" I asked my wife.

"Denny we're not going to storm the castle and do some sort of violent act on this woman and the police can't do anything." Lis reasoned.

"I know. I know." I hesitated. "There's a condo for sale in the building next to Joe's. He says it's priced low."

"So the Countess of Sex can move in next door once another goes up for sale? I don't think so. Denny we've got to settle this with her. I want to know what she really wants from us and the neighborhood." Lis said.

"Well I pretty much threw down the gauntlet a few minutes ago so I'm not sure the diplomatic route is a possible avenue right now." I added sheepishly.

"What did you do?" Lis smirked.

"I showed her this picture. I told her that I wasn't sure what she wanted but that I didn't want her around you anymore." I said to Lis.

"Maybe I can deal with her." Lis breathed out of frustration.

"Lis there's no fucking way you can go near her! She's a snake." I panicked.

"What else do you suggest that I do?" Lis barked back.

"I'll tell her I talked to you and you calmed me down. Then I'll ask her what she wants. I'll be calm I promise as long as you stay away from her." I pleaded.

"Okay but like you said she's a snake. If she plays you you may find me playing hide the sausage with all sorts of dark complexioned men." Lis warned.

"Lis! What the fuck!" I answered dumbfounded.

"I'm just reminding you how serious this thing is. We have no idea what's going on here besides that we have had no control over what's gone on so far. I'm just asking you to be careful and to be smart." Lis cautioned.

"I will. I promise." I assured her.

I figured it might be best to give Catherine a couple of days to digest what I had said to her at her house. If she knew we were onto her Catherine may back down if she thought the whole neighborhood, hell the whole world was going to find out about the dirty sex games she played with her patients. I was sure Lis wasn't the first. I figured that if Lis and I agreed to keep quiet she might excuse us from her game. I only wish I hadn't waited the week. It was a good plan. The best one we were going to come up with. So I should have just turned around and visited Catherine again. I should have told her what a good girl Lis was and that she didn't deserve whatever Catherine had planned. In retrospect nothing was going to stop Catherine. The extra week didn't matter but it still haunts me to this day.

I got home from work on the Friday after my talk with Catherine. I planned on approaching her over the weekend along with Lis. We could have done it sooner but since my wife had been out of town on business we decided to visit her when Lis returned. 

As I opened the door a slim package fell onto the foyer floor. It had been stuck between the door and the jam. I picked it up and turned it over. My name was printed on the front. I opened it and found a dvd and a note inside. I unfolded the note and written on it was a simple message, "The answers to all your questions."

I got butterflies in my stomach as I drew the shades in the bedroom. I closed the door and locked it. Then I put the disc in the DVD player under the TV. I had never received an anonymous package before but I knew it couldn't be good. If there was something good there would have been a return address. I mean who wouldn't want full credit for sending somebody something good.

The DVD started and Catherine appeared before my eyes. She was seated in her study in an overstuffed chair. She was wearing a leather dress. She smiled into the camera and began her soliloquy.

"Hello Denny. I have to congratulate you on your ability to get to the bottom of our little fun. I wouldn't have expected you to get much further. Well because this is really too farfetched for a nice normal boy like you to figure out. So I decided to help you out with this production. I hope you don't mind that I'll be narrating so let's begin." 

The screen went dark for a second and then a print of what looked like a group of African warriors. They wore loin cloths and much of their onyx black skin was covered in paint. They seemed to be smaller in stature than a normal sized man, not pigmies but probably less than 5'-6" in height. The picture seemed quite old.

"Denny these men are part of the Mawbolo tribe. They have made their home on a small island off the eastern coast of Africa. They have always been a proud tribe and despite being somewhat small in stature they were vicious fighters that had been able to repel any invaders for hundreds of years. That is until they met their match from the north.

Armadas of ships made their way from Europe to the small island of Mawbolo on their way to riches from far off lands. What they found on the island was a peculiarity of its people that the white people found intolerable. You see this was the average Mawbolo couple."

The picture changed and a Mawbolo warrior was standing next to his woman. The contrast in skin color was amazing considering that they came from the same tribe. The man had a deep black complexion. The kind of complexion you would expect a native of an African country to have. Meanwhile the woman was white. She had black hair and dark eyes but she had the features of a white woman.

Catherine continued her lecture. "No one was sure why the Mawbolo woman so resembled a European woman. Later inquiries done by anthropologists proved that despite the obvious features these women were African but the explorers from the mid 1800s didn't have the advantage of these studies. They landed on the island and came to the erroneous conclusion that white women had been kidnapped and brought to the island to be bred by the perverted black men. So justice had to be meted out. 

The Europeans were equipped with guns and slaughtered many of the Mawbolo men. They then did something that would bring a reign of vengeful terror to any that would visit the island in the future. The Europeans took every woman from the island and brought them back to their country never to return to the island.

The few men that had escaped retreated to the mountainous center of the island. They stayed there for a long time as ships came and went beneath them. They had not been seen for such a long time that the Europeans landing on the island had thought it had been rendered deserted. Then one day as a French ship landed at this island the remaining men took their revenge. The French men were ambushed, killed and ultimately used for fertilizer and the women were kept as concubines.

As Catherine's voice continued telling the history of Mawbolo the screen changed from pictures of the black men changed from still pictures of the black men to a moving scene of Michele Goslon. The young woman was naked and was fighting off two black men. The battle seemed to be happening inside some sort of hut. I jumped when I saw her. I wondered how did Catherine get Michele to act in this thing as I watched her struggle against the short wiry men. Then it hit me. Michele wasn't acting. She was actually fighting to get free. It was a futile exercise. Although her toned body showed she was in peak shape and the two men were just her size, they were extremely strong and quickly overpowered her. She was splayed out on a table in the middle of the hut. The first warrior to mount Michele had white stripes painted across his face and an unusual design painted on his chest. After the first few thrusts Michele's thrashing about ended. She was still struggling but it was more passive. She would push against the bucking black man with her arms but there just didn't seem to be any energy in her movements. Suddenly her head lolled back onto the table with her mouth open and her eyes open to the size of saucers. It reminded me of a look of total shock. I was sure that Michele had no idea what was happening to her and worse as hard as she fought she had no idea why her will to resist was being quickly replaced by a strange and irresistible desire. It only took a few more thrust and then Michele gave in and quickly became a willing participant.

As Michele took the black man in her arms and kissed him. Catherine's commentary returned. "The men of Mawbolo soon discovered that the European women quickly became subservient when mounted by those in the tribe that were vegetarians and specifically those that ate a fruit later named the Mawbolo berry which grew only on the island."

The screen switched to one of the native smiling and showing the camera the same sort of vine I had spotted at the scene of Lis' sexual encounters. The Mawbolo men then each ate one of the shiny black bulbs that hung from the vine. They seemed to be bursting with juice. I also thought of Maarq's diet which consisted almost exclusively of tofu burgers and nuts. Could it be that he was one of them?

Suddenly the sex scene returned. The young college coed had wrapped her legs around the man fucking her at one end of the table and had tipped her head back at the other end so the other dark skinned native could insert his penis into her mouth.

The sounds of the three of them could be heard. Michele's moans were muffled but it was clear she was most definitely enjoying her experience with the Mawbolo men. Meanwhile the men grunted loudly with each thrust. I could clearly see the exact member sliding in and out of Michele's mouth and it was huge. The young white girl reached over her head grasping at the man's muscular thighs to keep him in place but at one point he pulled away and let the man thrusting into her vagina finish. It happened soon after with what looked like a brutal violence and the black men both howling in triumph. The look on Michele's face continued to amaze me. Her eyes rolled around in her head and her tongue flicked in and out of her mouth. She seemed to be having some sort of sexual seizure fueled by the black man's semen now flowing freely in her womb.

"Once the power of the berry was known the Mawbolo men used it on every white woman that came to the island." Catherine's husky voice had returned. "Once they had mated with one of the natives a woman became weak and didn't want to leave the island. All they were interested in was giving themselves to the Mawbolo men. And after they had been mounted and accepted the seed of the island natives twelve times they lost what little will remained and became their slaves. They gladly allowed the black men to breed with them. As a result the Mawbolo population began to return. For the first time in many years young black boys and pale native girls laughed and played on the island." 

"The Mawbolo men soon made a sport of taking the ships that wandered too close to the island. They no longer killed the men on board these ships. They simply made them watch their wives and daughters being made into slaves. Their most popular game was called "Gubutto Hauk" which roughly translated means "The Brutal Love Stab"."

The scene once again changed from Catherine in her tight fitting brown leather dress to the middle of a forest. There were four naked black men with paint all over their bodies surrounding a pretty blonde white woman. The men were dancing up and down to some rhythmic chant and drum beat. At first I didn't recognize her but quickly realized it was our new neighbor Tonya. She had moved in only two weeks ago and already Catherine had her. Tonya's hands were tied in front of her with a short line that went down to a large flat rock on the ground. The line wrapped around the rock anchoring her to it. The line was so short it didn't allow Tonya to stand up straight so she was bent over at the waist. By the look on her face she was terrified. She had good reason. All of the men were erect and those erections, despite being attached to rather small men were huge. 

As she tried to get out of her predicament I saw that no matter which way she turned her genitals were exposed to at least one of the dancing black man surrounding her. The pretty blonde was too preoccupied with trying to get away to notice the excited state of the men until one of the black men lunged forward with his large penis and stuck her between her legs with it. Tonya's eyes went wide and she pulled away turning her backside from the man only to be stuck by another man she had exposed herself too. Now no matter how hard she tried and where she turned Tonya had a cock in her vagina and it didn't take long for the magical powers of the Mawbolo berry to work.

Just as with Michele when the precum spurt inside her, Tonya's will to fight began to weaken. The terrified look on her face was replaced by the same bewildered look worn by Michele earlier in the production. The pretty blonde had no idea what was happening to her. And then she gave in. Now the men didn't have to chase her. She stood bent over with her legs spread and took the full length of their manhood as they took turns at her. She was now offering herself to the men and smiling as they took advantage.

The natives continued to dance to the beat of the drums as they violated Tonya. Yet violation was no longer the right word as the pretty blonde had joined in the dance. She was swaying back and forth in time to the man attached to her from behind. And she was smiling lustfully as the black men pounded away at her. The berry had taken full hold of Tonya and turned another white woman into a sexual animal. The black men closed in on her. As the picture faded all you could see were her legs and the whip of blonde hair as her head bobbed up and down the rest was now a mass of heaving black men.

Catherine returned to the screen, the well spoken commentator on this surreal event. Meanwhile I could no longer control myself. I had taken my penis out of my pants.

"As you can see the Mawbolo tribe had no lack of willing volunteers to help with the rebirth of their population. So as the years went by the need for white women waned. In fact many of the captured women stayed behind as concubines to the men and made large families. The violence towards the ships landing on Mawbolo even ended. Yet despite a lessening of aggressive behavior the black men of Mawbolo still took full advantage of the sexy European women even if only for orgies and sexual games. When the visiting white women lay with the black natives these interracial encounters came to be called "making the zebra"."

Ultimately the Mawbolo men began to do their own travelling. It was just after World War II when they travelled outside of their island. And as they left their home it was inevitable that these sexually superior men would spread the way of "making the zebra". By the late 1960s and early 1970s these a few of these magnificent lovers discovered a delicacy of indescribable pleasure, the white women of America. The 60s brought about the sexual revolution and women's liberation to our country. When they found the U.S. the Mawbolo men discovered that many of the newly liberated women were willing lovers with or without the power of the magical berry. And they were sexually superior to the European women. Women like your wife Lis."

The scene changed on the TV. My mouth dropped when I saw Lis dressed like a porno actress out of the seventies. More make up than I had ever seen on her and a loose fitting print dress. She smiled as a black man about six inches shorter than her approached. She bent down and kissed the man and then they seemed to break into a friendly conversation that went unheard as there was no sound. Two more men came into the picture and Lis leaned down and kissed them. I was beginning to think these men were midgets until I saw my wife was wearing a pair of very high heels. She has on a pair of old fashioned stockings with seams that ran up the backs of her legs. The hose made her legs seem very shiny. 

The black men began touching my wife first on the arms and then the breasts. Then one of them reached out and began caressing her legs. It was obvious what was going to happen. Lis was going to be gangbanged. Despite the lack of sound at this point of the DVD I could tell that Lis was under the Mawbolo spell. She was smiling and allowing the black men to run their hands all over her body. Unlike the first two scenes with Michele and Tonya there was no resistance. Lis was blissfully submitting to the men. When one of them said something to her my wife nodded and then stepped back and lifted her dress over her head. She let the black men admire her resplendent in the brown lingerie while they took off their own clothes. Then they were on her. The Mawbolo men began kissing Lis and gently grabbing at her breasts and genitals. I was beside myself with rage as I watched them until a now familiar feeling took over. The remnants of the berry I had eaten from Lis' vagina were still affecting me. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and my mind began to cloud. I was soon rooting for the three black men to stick it good to my wife.

"Your wife performs so well Denny." Catherine had interrupted the silence. "She reminds me of myself when the Mawbolo first ensnared me in their wonderful sexual trap. I was innocent and curious. I thought I could try it once. I certainly wasn't the first of my friends to make it with a black man. What I didn't know was that I would be the first to let a black man from Mawbolo take me. I was weak for what seemed like only a moment, like Lis was with Maarq, and that was all it took. I became so eager to please these men and before I knew it I was allowing them to breed me and helping them to get my friends to do the same thing. I spent parts of three years on Mawbolo having three beautiful children that are now part of the tribe. That's what your wife will be doing for us along with Michele, Tonya and Jane. I know you won't mind. None of the husbands seemed too once they taste the Mawbolo berry as it flows from their wives' vaginas."




Zebra Games Ch. 03



I heard what Catherine had said. It was the last piece of the puzzle but I didn't care. I wanted to watch Lis. She was riding one of the black men on the carpeted floor sliding up and down on his glistening black cock as she squatted on top of him in a state of ecstasy. Another one got on top of her. She looked back and smiled up at him as the big black erection sliced into her ass like a hot knife through butter. The black men began fucking Lis, their shiny black bodies undulating up and down. 

It was at this point I noticed the subliminal messages flashing on the screen. Words like "Submit", "Surrender" and "Cuckold". At first it made me laugh. The subliminal messages seemed hokey at best. Then I saw the third black man step up to Lis and hold his penis right in her face. Despite already having two dicks deep inside her my wife easily handled the third. She took the kielbasa sized piece of meat in her hand and slid it down her throat. The camera panned away so that I could see my wife doing her best to pleasure the three men. Suddenly a statement flashed on the screen. "Your wife looks so sweet airtight." Then another, "Now that they own all three of her holes how long before they own her soul?"

I watched my wife turn her head upwards so that her throat was straight. The man she was felating whom easily had the largest penis pushed forward gently. In what seemed an impossible feat Lis took the man's entire length down her throat. There was no gagging or sign of discomfort, just ecstasy in her eyes as she buried her lips in pubic hair. 

"Denny you can see Lis has gained so much expertise and ability in her short time with us. She is becoming an extraordinary sexual athlete. All of her lovers have commented that she may be the most spectacular specimen to have offered herself for breeding within memory. Ultimately you will be the beneficiary of this prowess. We will return her to you a more complete and worldly woman."

Catherine had made a salient point regarding Lis' abilities. I had never seen anyone gulp down a penis that size. It was inhuman like some sort of circus act. I had heard about women taking a man in her vagina and her ass at the same time yet never in my life would I have thought that it would be my wife that showed me how it was done. I watched as her lower body moved up and down, back and forth, and from the look on the faces of the two men sandwiching her Lis was expertly pleasuring them.

The black men's plundering of my wife continued for some time. I couldn't take my eyes off the TV. The phone had rung several times but I never thought of answering it. Lis' mouth filled first, I watched the thick white substance drool down her chin. Then the man underneath her pumped his seed up into her vagina. As these men moved away the man taking Lis anally began pounding unmercifully on her prone body. He couldn't have weighed more than 140lbs but he was fucking my wife with the force of a man twice his size. Suddenly he arched his back and pressed into Lis' buttocks. I watched their contorted faces as the black man's cum oozed into her rectum. Then the camera closed in on Lis' face as it relaxed. As the black man's heaving body lay on top of her, she was smiling euphorically. I had never seen her look so satisfied. Then the DVD faded to black.

I didn't know what to do at first. I took a couple of steps back from the TV and just stood there as the empty waves pulsed through my brain. I found my cell phone and began dialing. All I got was Lis' voicemail. It was after seven and she was due back from her trip before six.

Finally I checked the phone messages. The first was from our new neighbor, Ed. He said that he still felt weird and that maybe we could go up together. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about but it would have to wait. The next message was a social call from Caroline. The last message was from Jodi Lis' boss. She wanted to make sure my wife was feeling better and to tell her that she hadn't missed much over the last two and a half days of the conference.

I threw my cell phone against the kitchen wall. It was useless to me because I knew she had Lis now. Somehow Catherine had gotten my wife away from her conference. I wasn't sure where they had gone but I had a good idea where to start. I dashed out of the house and started jogging up to the therapist's house. 

About halfway up the road I saw them out of the corner of my eye. Ed's message suddenly made sense. They were in their driveway. Tonya was wearing a short, tight fitting black cocktail dress. It looked like she was going to some sort of formal affair. Looking at her I noticed like all the other women Catherine had taken Tonya had great legs.

"Denny are you going up? Can we walk with you?" Ed added in a nervous tone?

"Ed! Where were you meeting her?" I asked out of breath.

"Up at Catherine's." Ed's eyes were glazed over and Tonya looked like she was in a daze herself. The men of the Mawbolo tribe had obviously worked this couple over pretty well during the past few days. As further proof Tonya had ended up as a very willing participant in the DVD I had just watched.

"You're not going up there." I replied.

"What do you mean?" Tonya asked desperately. The thought of not fucking one of the black studs was something she couldn't fathom.

I went to her and grabbed the pretty blonde by the shoulders and shook her. "Tonya if you go up there your life will be ruined. The two of you just get in your car and drive away from here."

"I'm supposed to give Tonya to the black men. It's what she wants." Ed implored.

"Not anymore Eddie. Get into your damn car and drive. Go somewhere for at least a week and make plans to move out of here." I told them.

"I guess you're right." Ed seemed to snap out of it first and then Tonya followed.

"Eddie he's right. Stay here." I could see the panic spreading across her face as she turned and went into the house.

"What's she doing?" Ed asked in a confused tone.

"Hopefully getting your clothes and things for a long vacation." I replied.

"Denny, these things Catherine had us do. At first we were against it and then I came home and I found Tonya with this short black guy. Jesus I don't know why I didn't fight. I just didn't fight. And then... God you wouldn't believe what she got me to do." For Eddie the memory of what he and Tonya had done was beginning to disgust him.

"I know. I know. You don't have to explain. I'm going to put a stop to it." I told Eddie.

"You'll need help." Eddie offered.

"No I'm better on my own. I'm going to grab Lis and follow you right out of town." I smiled.

We watched Tonya haul a suitcase out of the house and put it in the back seat of the SUV. I shook Eddie's hand and told him to get out of town not look back. I turned and jogged up the street. I looked back long enough to see the small SUV backing out of the driveway. Then I turned my attention to the house at the end of the street.

I climbed the front steps To Catherine's house and looked inside. There was no activity and I began to panic until I remembered the finished basement. Although much larger this house was built much like mine with a family room/basement that really wasn't below ground and could be entered via the backyard through a sliding glass door. I ran around back.

I turned the corner and saw her sitting on a table that was situated against the back wall next to the sliding doors. She was facing away from the sliding glass door and me but it was plain to see that Catherine was totally naked. I snuck up to the door and slid it open with such force that it slammed loudly. Despite the noise Catherine turned calmly and smiled at me as if she was expecting me. The first thing I noticed was the strong aroma. The air was thick with sex.

"Hello Denny. One of your wife's lovers, Leon, just left. He was nice enough to impale me with that magnificent Mawbolo manhood. I've always wondered how he got to be so tall with the Island blood running through him but I've learned not to question perfection for fear of losing it." Catherine announced proudly.

"I don't give a fuck who is sticking it to you. I want my wife. Where is Lis?" I yelled. I wanted the whole neighborhood to hear me.

"Of course, Lis is here. I just thought you might be excited at the thought of a white woman giving it up to a Mawbolo. You know what making the zebra means don't you, Denny? A nice fresh fuck means some fresh cream." Catherine walked over to me.

By the time I realized that I wasn't in control simply because I was bigger and stronger it was too late. The dishwater blonde had deftly stuck a couple of her fingers into her vagina and by the time I saw what was happening she was waving the fingers under my nose. The scent made my knees buckle. I grabbed Catherine for support and the fingers went right into my mouth. 

"That's a good boy. There's plenty more too. Here you go. Now all we need is for Tonya to arrive. I hope she hasn't had a momentary change of heart. " Catherine slipped the index finger from her other hand into my mouth and the familiar cloud overcame me.

"I sent her away! You won't get her!" I was still trying to fight it. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to make it to the door. I was ready to leave Lis behind. As I tried to walk through the door I knew I couldn't save her. I'd have to leave my wife behind. Catherine beat me to the door and stood between me and fresh air. 

"You see that's what I love about you Denny. You fight so hard. We are going to get her though. The seed is inside her and she is weak. It's just a matter of time for Tonya." Catherine smiled.

"Please!" Was all I could muster as my resistance quickly ebbed.

"I know. I know. You think you're going to lose Lis but that's not really true. The Mawbolo still need offspring and they are so fond of American women. When Maarq told me of his conquest of Lis we had to have her for breeding. She is so beautiful and those hips. The Mawbolo children will just slide out. Still we weren't sure if we were going to get her. Lis put up such a good fight. It is said on the island that the ones that fight so well end up being the best lovers. Believe me the men are so looking forward to your Lis' visit." Catherine was now visibly excited.

"No! Oh God no!" I yelled but it came out as a whisper.

"As a Mawbolo descendant and the one to have first laid with your wife, Maarq will be the first to breed her. Lis can be with you when she isn't being inseminated. You'll barely miss her." 

Catherine had actually been holding me back and keeping me from leaving. She had her arms around me and I could feel some large muscles and that she was incredibly strong. This woman was full of surprises. It didn't matter. In my current state a five year old could have overpowered me. Now she began to unbutton my shirt with one hand and hold me in place with the other. She then unbuckled my pants. I looked down and saw my erection and knew I was finished. I should have never come to the house.

"You've put up a good fight yourself Denny, better than most. The men from the other neighborhoods have never figured out my intentions. They were my slaves before they knew what had hit them. So for you too now it's time to surrender. Let's see if you're as good with your tongue as Lis has told me."

Catherine placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed down. I got on my knees and shamelessly dove into Catherine's genitals which were soaked from her sexual experience with Leon. As I had done every other time I had tasted a woman freshly fucked by a Mawbolo I began humping wildly like a dog in heat. 

"Mmmm you're quite good at this." Catherine commented as she ran her hands through my hair.

I lapped up the thick liquid that was gushing out of Catherine's hole like a man possessed. And that's exactly what I was, a man on the edge of insanity, all as a result of the effects of some Godforsaken berry.

Catherine began rocking her hips back and forth as my licking began to excite her. I kissed and ran my tongue along her inner thighs. Her skin was warm and moist and very smooth. Just when I thought I had drank down most of the gooey moisture Catherine suddenly grabbed me by the ears and forced my mouth into the apex between her legs.

"Oh keep going Denny! That's it honey!" Catherine's body convulsed and a torrent of cum flowed into my mouth and all over my face. It felt like I had just drank a quart of pudding.

"Ah! Ah!" She cried as her pelvis slammed down on my face repeatedly.

When the orgasmic seizure finally ended Catherine released her grip on my ears and gently cradled my face. She lifted me up so that I was face to face with her.

"Well you're far more talented than Jane Peterson's sloppy husband, and for that matter most of the other men that have performed down there. You'll make a wonderful playmate while your wife is away being stuffed by Maarq." Catherine pinched my chin between her thumb and index finger and leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

"Really?" I asked rather pathetically.

Whatever was in the cream that had flowed out of Catherine's vagina had fully taken hold. Even though my wife was probably getting fucked somewhere in the house all I was interested in was pleasing Catherine.

"Denny take off the rest of your clothes." Catherine ran a finger up and down my arm.

I stumbled out of my shoes and pants. Now I was stark naked and in a Mawbolo berry stupor. I wanted more than anything to fuck the gorgeous blonde standing in front of me. Instead Catherine reached out and grabbed my rock hard erection. I groaned as she pulled me towards her.

"Come on Denny. Follow me." Catherine said softly as she continued to pull and opened the door to the family room.

As I walked through the door I could hear the moans and the musky smell of sex that hung in the air was at first almost unbearable. They were all on the floor. The black men were on top with the white women lying underneath, their legs spread. The three couples were right next to each other. The methodic rhythm of each black man's ass rising and then plunging back down made me think of some sort of erotic production machine with multiple pistons moving up and down. The men had been fucking the women for a while as they were dripping with sweat.

Lis was on the end closest to us. Michele Goslon was in the middle and Jane Peterson was at the far end. Catherine pulled me over to Lis and I saw that the black man fucking her was Maarq. When I recognized him I groaned in pain. I couldn't believe he was fucking her again and she was letting him. I looked down at them Lis seemed to be in an even deeper trance than me with her eyes heavily glazed over.

"Maarq looks to be close to making Lis a sex slave to the Mawbolo. As I mentioned in my informational DVD the twelfth time with one of these men is very meaningful." Catherine commented while she ran her fingers over Maarq's churning ass and then motioned to a very swollen scrotum. "It's amazing how the body knows. Look at the size of the load building up in Maarq's testicles."

Maarq's scrotum was at least three times the size of a normal sized one and his balls were bulging inside the straining bag. I watched it bounce up and down. It was so big that it could no longer hang between the black man's legs. Instead it stuck out behind him like a small balloon and with each thrust the stretched skin seemed to get a little bigger. 

"You see when the twelfth time arrives the Mawbolo's body senses it and prepares an extraordinary load of semen for the white woman. As you can see all three of our ladies are ready tonight. While Tonya had a couple of more men to lay with she would have been ready soon. Your interference while admirable will only delay things for a while. She has the taste for the dark berry now so she will return for it." Catherine had moved behind me and put her arms around me. She was moving her hands all over my body, tweaking my nipples and touching my erection, to say the least I was aroused.

I tried to break away but as relaxed as they seemed Catherine's arms felt as strong as wrought iron. I wasn't going anywhere. The dominant blonde continued to trace her fingers all along my body and I was now trembling with excitement. And although Lis was once again being supremely fucked by Maarq right in front of me, all I could do was moan under my captor's delicate touch. It seemed like only a short time until Maarq made my wife his sex slave.

"Why don't we urge on Maarq. You know you've been beaten now it's time to congratulate the victor." Catherine whispered softly letting her lips trace along my neck and ear.

Maarq's motion slowed and he turned his head up at me. "Oh man sorry but I had to do it. She was just too fine. I knew that first night I had to take her." He grunted out at me as Lis whined beneath him because of the lack of friction against her loins.

"Denny understands completely. That's why he's here to watch this wonderfully erotic event. Keep fucking her Maarq. Fuck her as hard as you can." Catherine cheered. 

I couldn't hold back any longer. They had beaten me and as much as Lis was going to be their slave, I was as well. I was too far gone. "Go ahead and fuck her." I barked

Maarq smiled at me and turned back to the work at hand. Meanwhile Catherine cooed. "That's it just give into this. It'll be fine."

Suddenly a loud moan interrupted the rhythmic slapping of the six person sex machine operating at my feet. Michele seemed to be having an orgasm tight next to Lis. The college girl's back arched and ler legs wrapped tightly around the black man fucking her. She was so young and now she would be controlled sexually for maybe the rest of her life. Her face had the same confused look as when she performed on the DVD. Her stud's scrotum was now huge. I watched as the black man let out a low guttural groan and pushed forcefully against her. Suddenly a burst of cum must have shot out of the black man as a gush of creamy white liquid flowed out of Michele. He did it over and over to her and it didn't seem to end. It was orgiastic ecstasy right in front of me. The two of them were in another world and Catherine confirmed this for me.

"They are experiencing a pleasure unheard of by any other act. She will need it over and over like an addict with a drug. The difference is that she will find it again every time she falls into the arms of a Mawbolo native. Let's urge Maarq on so that we can watch your wife experience this incredible orgasm." Catherine explained as she gently stroked my cock.

"Fuck her hard Maarq. Make my wife your bitch!" I howled.

Catherine laughed wildly as we watched Maarq grunt and pounded into Lis with renewed vigor. He was a blur now as he expertly slammed into her over and over. Then it happened. I watched in a helpless trance as Maarq's scrotum expanded to the size of an inflated volleyball and then the black man reared back and thrust hard into Lis. Her eyes went wide and then fluttered and closed.

"He has her now!" Catherine exclaimed excitedly.

Maarq lunged at Lis again and this time I saw the thick white semen slow from her vagina. There was no stopping them now. Each time Maarq exploded into Lis her eyes opened wide in astonishment and then in a flutter closed as he withdrew from her. It seemed to last for an eternity. Maarq's balls seemed to be packed with gallons of sperm and all of it was being deposited into my wife. She thrust back at Maarq with an urgent desire. As I watched the scrotum deflate I thought it may be ending but Maarq just kept fucking Lis and filling her. I knew that with this much cum there was no way Lis would escape becoming a slave. Finally his bucking motion became more deliberate and each time he would end it by holding his body up against Lis' while her eyes kept registering an astonished open mouthed gaze then the large cum soaked prong withdrew from her.




Zebra Games Ch. 03



"Oh sweet girl you're all mine now!" Maarq groaned into Lis' listless face.

As he took his final lunges Lis's eyes rolled aimlessly in her head and then they registered nothing. She had been taken for good by Maarq and his Mawbolo heritage. Meanwhile I had little time to take in this latest horrible defeat at the hands of Maarq. Catherine momentarily took one of her hands away from me. I heard her bring up some saliva in her mouth and then spit into her hand. She brought it back down and gently wrapped it around my penis. I felt the warm moisture and my knees buckled. She began gently manipulating her hand back and forth along the hardness coating it with the sticky spit. I looked down and saw the liquid sheen on my cock and began humping wildly at the air.

"That's it Denny. This won't take long and then all the resistance you have been enduring will be gone. Just relax and submit as Lis has now done." Catherine cooed into my ear as her stroking became more vigorous.

She was right about my orgasm. It came very quickly. I let out a low groan as I felt the hot fluid surge from my balls and down the shaft of my penis. It spurt out of me in thick ropes. Then I felt lightheaded and everything went white. There was nothing but silence at first, that and the bright whiteness. I was wondering if I had died. Had Catherine decided that she couldn't have a meddling husband around while she played her Zebra Games with his wife? Had she stabbed me with a knife or something? Or had she done me in with some sort of magic from the Mawbolo tribe? 

All these thoughts evaporated when I saw the image of Maarq and Lis. The starkness of the white background was uniquely contrasted by Maarq's naked black body and my wife's shiny black high heel pumps. Just as I had dreamed before they were dancing together. This time they were close to each other and the thick black snake that represented Maarq's manhood was still firmly planted between Lis' thighs. Although Lis was much taller than her partner her eyes were locked onto his. They swayed rhythmically to some unheard musical melody.

"So you are coming with me now my love." Maarq whispered as he looked up at my wife.

"I have my life here but you can be my dance partner anytime." Lis replied with a chuckle.

"You do like the way I dance don't you? You can have some of both worlds but mine must come first." He informed her as he brushed her face with his hand.

"You are an exquisite dancer. You make me feel like a woman." Lis smiled at him and then looked down briefly at the long black snake moving in and out of her.

"No one makes you feel so fulfilled when you dance. We are so fine together. You are so elegant and yet so athletically powerful and with my prowess we are made for each other. You must come with me." The black man seemed to be pleading with his beautiful partner.

Lis blushed and turned her head away from the black man but still held him close so that she could still enjoy the obvious pleasure she was deriving from the black snake's movements inside her. They continued to dance and then Maarq began gently thrusting his hips into Lis. She looked at him with her eyes dazed in a trance and leaned down and kissed her black partner. Suddenly Lis' expression changed. Her mouth opened as if to speak and she had a mildly pained look on her face.

"Oh Maarq I believe the snake has bitten me." Lis swooned into the black man's sweat covered body for support. "Oh it has the sweetest flesh. It has sunk its fangs into my most private organ."

Maarq simply held my wife knowing full well what the snake was doing. He thrusted sharply up into her making my wife's body shake. Lis gave a very brief and weak struggle but found herself back in the black man's wiry arms with her eyes growing weaker and more vague. I noticed that the snake was now drawing more than liquid excitement from my wife. The snake's black skin was now covered with rivulets of red. Maarq was bleeding my wife. Lis was sinking lower in his arms. She looked up at him now seemingly asking for mercy from her partner yet there would be none. The crimson red excitement that had been painted on my wife's face and chest now flowed freely out of her vagina and left a pale grey color on her body. 

"Will you be with me now my love?" Maarq asked for the second time.

Lis looked at him slumped in his arms. She had a look of desperate resignation on her face. "You know you have me now. I had no notion this force was so strong." She had surrendered.

"This force is inside you now and it has made you mine forever my love." Maarq concluded.

The dream started to fade and unlike the other dreams I could feel a conclusion coming from this one. The final image of the dream was of Lis collapsed against Maarq with the steady stream of blood flowing from the snake's bite forming a red puddle on the floor between her legs. I was losing Lis and there was nothing I could do anymore. Worse because of whatever power the Mawbolo now held over me I didn't want to fight anymore. There seemed to be a satisfaction in the knowledge that if everything worked out for the best I would be lucky to have a part of Lis in my life from now on while Maarq and the Mawbolo's would own her soul. Like my wife I had surrendered to the Mawbolo and their priestess, Catherine. 

I woke up sitting back on the couch in Catherine's living room. I was still naked but my clothes were folded neatly next to me. I tried to move but my muscles were stiff as if I had been lifting weights. Other than that I felt wonderful. My mind was clear and I looked down and saw that I had another erection. 

"The rigors of the final fucking can leave you rather taxed. It's a good thing that both you and Lis are athletes and in shape. She was a bit worn out herself but the women get that same sexually liberated feeling you are experiencing now." Catherine walked in from the kitchen with two coffee cups. She was wearing a short blue silk robe. She had not bothered to close the robe so her breasts hung out freely and her shaved genitals were exposed.

"Where is she?" I asked as if I already knew but didn't care.

"Lis is probably just arriving at Maarq's house in New Jersey. They left a couple of hours ago." She sat down next to me and handed me one of the cups.

"What is this?" I was amazed at how little I cared that my wife was miles away with a man that had been fucking her repeatedly over the past couple of years.

"It's a special drink from Mawbolo herbs and fruits." Catherine said as she took a sip.

"What is it going to do to me?" I asked warily.

"Make you feel better." Catherine noticed my apprehension. "Denny we've won, no more tricks. Go ahead it will only make you feel better."

I took a sip. It was a creamy fruit flavored concoction that gave me an immediate burst of energy. I drank some more and listened to Catherine.

"Lis is now down in New Jersey with Maarq while Michele has decided to do a summer internship helping the people of a small African island. She is working towards being a fine medical student. Jane Peterson has decided to accompany Michele to the island so that she can expand her cultural boundaries. It will be a good adventure for her."

"The three of them are going to be bred?" I already knew the answer to the question.

"Yes." Catherine smiled at me with a hint of sympathy. "Your wife will spend a couple of weeks with Maarq. That should do it. He's a very virile man and your wife is in her prime. In the meantime you're a very handsome man and I don't see any reason that I shouldn't enjoy your abilities while your wife is away having her own fun. She'll return and live here during her pregnancy and then go back to Maarq when she is due. She will give birth with him down there."

Catherine leaned over and kissed me on the lips. She reached down and touched my erection and then gently squeezed it. I could feel her large breasts pressing against my bare body. They were much bigger than Lis'.

"You see just because I am dedicated to the cause of the Mawbolo doesn't mean that I can't enjoy the company of a neighbor every now and then. Just as long as you know who is in charge." The blonde laughed heartily and then kissed me again.

"Yes you're in charge Catherine." I replied compliantly.

Epilogue

In many ways things never really changed around Avery Ave. and in other ways they were never the same. While Catherine had caused such an upheaval she had done it with such a subtle touch only those directly involved felt the trauma. Catherine was right about Tonya. I heard that after a few days on the run she snuck away from Eddie and was later found in a hotel room sandwiched between a couple of Mawbolo. They had tracked her down and the moment she saw them Tonya gave in. She was as powerless as the other women. The men had her more than enough times that night to give her the twelve fuckings needed to make her a Mawbolo sex slave. 

Michele Goslon and Jane Peterson were joined by Tonya on their journey to Mawbolo. While under the guise of a cultural awakening the three women were paired with natives and then bred. Jane was older but had no problem contributing a child to the tribe. Michele and Tonya were younger and both gladly bore children with Mawbolo blood. The extraordinary thing was that besides Eddie, who was in on the secret lifestyle of his wife, no one else ever found out that these beautiful white women had mothered biracial babies. The magic of the island's various berries kept their bodies as vital as teenagers despite the births.

Meanwhile Lis spent quite a while with Maarq far longer than the two weeks that Catherine had predicted. She became his woman down in New Jersey. They went out to social events together and became a couple. You see Maarq wanted to do more than just impregnate my wife. He wanted to show her off as a trophy and most importantly to have some fun with her in his bed. Even after she became pregnant Lis would return to New Jersey often to be with her lover. Many of the people within Maarq's social circle marveled at the black man's luck at getting such a beautiful white girl. 

Catherine was true to her word. She made me a sort of plaything for her amusement. When Lis was away the statuesque blonde would take me out as her companion. At parties she would make sure to let others know that she had taken me out of sympathy more than anything else. She would tell them that my wife was away with a friend and let them draw their own conclusions when Catherine would let it be known that this friend was a black man. Then after many of these public humiliations Catherine would take me to her home and let me watch as she took in the company of one or more Mawbolos. After they finished with her I was allowed to do what I did best, licking the lady clean. It became a maddening comingling of humiliation and utter pleasure servicing the dominate woman.

Today the breeding is over and the women have returned to Avery Ave. Their return does not mean that everything is over. Michele Goslon, the only single woman of the four, now openly dates only black men. Tonya and Jane while still married occasionally are seen out at night socializing with black men. Meanwhile my wife continues to be my rival Maarq's sex slave. They sleep with each other about once a month down in Maarq's bed or in our home. When Maarq visits I gladly watch and clean my wife and then sleep in the guest room while Maarq continues his pleasuring of my wife in our bed. It is a lifestyle that I have accepted. If only I had swallowed my pride that Fourth of July night several years ago. What a foolish chance I took when I risked my girlfriend's innocence for a little bit of money. As life goes on in our neighborhood I occasionally come out of the fog that the Mawbolo berry creates and curse that day. Then like a welcome blanket the fog envelopes me again and I begin to look forward to the next time the black man visits us and makes my wife scream in ecstasy. Just another day on Avery Ave.



Zebra Games



She looked at him and then turned and left the room. I heard them go downstairs. I knew Lis and there was no way that she would give in to Maarq. Yet, then again, I knew Maarq. I got out of bed and followed them to the basement.

My basement is separated into three sections, a storage room, the boiler room and the finished play room which leads out to the backyard. The boiler room and play room are separated by only a thin pegboard wall that had holes throughout it. I snuck down the stairs grabbed a shair and hid in the boiler room while they cleaned up the cans in the backyard. They came in through the sliding glass doors and sat down on the couch that doubled as a day bed. It was located just opposite where I was sitting. As long as I stayed quiet they would never see me in the darker room.

Maarq went right to work putting a hand on Lis' thigh and leaning in to kiss her. She put her hand up and stopped him.

"Don't kiss me."

I had figured correctly. Lis was going to go back on the bet with Maarq just as he had done to so many others. It was fair justice for the sleaze. Maarq had to be thinking the same thing. He just sat there. He may have been a lot of things but he would never assault a woman. Especially someone as well built as Lis as chances were she would do some serious damage to the thin black man. There was just silence until Lis suddenly demanded.

"Take out your dick." 

At first Maarq continued to sit there. He was just as shocked as me. Then Lis repeated her demand.

"Take out your dick! I want to see it."

"This is easier than I thought. You must really be into the dark meat afterall."

Not exactly but you were right before. I have never seen a black man. I'm curious and..."

Lis' voice trailed off as she watched Maarq pull off his pants.

"And what?" He coaxed her as he sat back down wearing just a pair of really tight fitting briefs.

"Well, you're the bad boy. Everyone dislikes you and I kind of like that. You being black is just icing on the cake." 

With that Maarq lowered his underwear exposing a very thick black hose that protruded out from a mound of pubic hair. 

"My my aren't we well endowed." Lis commented as she looked down at Maarq's hardening member. The black man took it and stroked it and then laid it down on his thigh. For a little guy Maarq had an enormous dick.

"Why don't you take it?" Maarq suggested. 

Lis smiled wryly and then reached down and gently grasped it at the base and then stroked it up and down a couple of times. Maarq closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Meanwhile I was heartbroken in the next room. My girlfriend was going to have sex with a man I abhorred. 

"You like that." She whispered as she traced her fingers along the underside of the growing prong.

"Oh shit woman you have no idea." Maarq's eyes seemed to have gone cross-eyed he was feeling so much pleasure.

"What does this big black dick grow too?"

"9 1/2 inches." The black man panted.

"It's quite thick as well." Lis commented as she continued to massage him.

"Ugh Seven inches around baby, all for you." Maarq grunted.

"Mmmm a rather big present from a small package." Lis cooed referring to Maarq's 5'-6" height and thin frame.

I watched as she expertly moved her hand up and down the stiffening shaft. Her fingers gently brushed against the sensitive black skin. It was driving Maarq crazy. He looked as if he had been drugged the way he was laying back on the day bed with his eyes closed and his mouth open. His chest was rising and falling as if he was in a deep sleep. 

"You've got a healthy set of balls too." Lis picked up his scrotum and rolled the testes around in her hand like a nurse examining a patient. Maarq groaned and his body jerked. It seemed to knock him out of his trance.

"Oh God I've got to fuck you." He gasped.

"Well that's not going to happen." Lis retorted.

"What? A bet is a bet! Right!" Maarq was horrified at the prospect of not being able to stick his dick inside this gorgeous white girl.

"So is a scam." Lis remained calm as she continued to touch the black man's enormous penis. "You had Denny marked as soon as you laid eyes on me tonight. So let's make a deal. I'll suck your dick and you can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow it all. That way you haven't fucked me and I can save some face while you can brag to your boys back home that you got me to go down on you while my boyfriend slept upstairs. What do you say?"

Maarq looked at Lis and pondered her compromise. He knew that if he didn't agree he would get nothing so he just lay back on the bed. "What the hell at least I got you to suck a black man off. Could you at least get naked for me? That body is a work of art."

"Of course." Lis stood up and shimmied out of her dress and panties. With that she returned to her position on the couch. She took Maarq's dick in her hand, leaned down and engulfed it with her mouth. 

I watched through the holes as my girlfriend sucked Maarq's big black dick. A sort of paralyzing horror ground up my stomach. I simply couldn't move. Meanwhile Lis was like a little schoolgirl sucking on an all day lollipop. She held the large ebony prong in her hand and began coating it with her mouth. Slowly but surely more and more of Marrq's dick began to glisten with her saliva. Suddenly the black man's body jerked upwards and he let out a groan. Lis kept her mouth on him for a second but then lifted up.

"What the fuck was that?" She asked.

"Oh baby I must be drooling some out." Maarq groaned.

"I thought you were cumming then nothing else came. It tastes so weird, different. Did you eat a lot of honey before? It was sweet but something else was in there when it spurted out." Lis seemed to be tasting the precum and I could tell by the look on her face that it wasn't an unpleasant flavor.

"Oh baby there's a lot more where that came from just keep sucking." Maarq pleaded from below.

With that Lis went down on the black man again. This time she really began working over Maarq taking a huge amount of dick into her mouth and down her throat. She also seemed to be exerting an enormous amount of suction as she lifted her head upwards. The skin at the base of the shaft went taut and his scrotum actually bounced up with each pull from my girlfriend's mouth. Maarq was howling with every gulp Lis took. He was totally at her mercy. She had worked up to an almost violent rhythm, up and down up and down, like a carnivore devouring its prey. 

I had never seen my girlfriend this way. I couldn't tell if Maarq was screaming from the painful way his manhood was being handled or from the ultimate pleasure of the experience. Maybe Lis was trying to get it over with quickly. The sooner she got the black man to cum the sooner she fulfilled the terms of the bet. Yet as I watched them I seriously doubted it. 

Once again my girlfriend recoiled from something that had ejaculated from Maarq. She ran her tongue along her lips and smiled. 

"You like the way a black man tastes don't you?" Maarq offered.

Lis simply went back to giving him head. Now she was running her free hand along the black man's chest, gently caressing his nipples. All at once Maarq sat up and ran his hand along Lis' back. She lifted her head and they kissed. He pushed her back onto the daybed. Despite her earlier compromise with the black man Lis offered no resistance, in fact, she spread her long muscular legs lewdly over the sides of the bed. Maarq got on top of her. He had the look of a man about to vanquish a bitter rival. There was a look of utter satisfaction on his face. They slid their arms around each other while their lower bodies struggled for position. Lis turned her head towards me. She had an odd look on her face and then there was an ecstatic smile and I knew the black man was deep inside her. Just like that Maarq had his victory and I had lost my girlfriend. The thought of him outsmarting me, using his own $200 dollar debt to take my girlfriend was appalling. I now knew why he had been so friendly to me. He was setting me up for this all along. Yet as I watched them I couldn't help but be excited. I began to stroke my cock.

The black man buried his face in Lis' neck. Their bodies were moving, grinding against each other and then Maarq's buttocks began moving up and down on my girlfriend. Lis let out a long sigh and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. To gain more leverage Maarq rose up onto his elbows and slowly started to move in and out of Lis. They were face to face feeling the warmth of each other's breath and looking into each other's eyes.

Lis wrapped her legs around Maarq's buttocks holding him close to her. The black man leaned down and put his lips on her neck and kissed her there and then on her ear. Although there had been a brief kiss before, he was respecting the pretty white woman's wish to not kiss but Lis turned her head and stuck out her tongue. Maarq touched it with his and then slid his tongue all along hers enjoying the wonderful wet friction of their taste buds rubbing together.

Until now Maarq had been moving slowly so he could explore my girlfriend's body. The obscene kiss spurred the black man on to start fucking Lis harder. My girlfriend proved she was more than up to the task. She dug her nails into the black man's buttocks and used her athletic body to buck back at Maarq with an impressive force. Still I could see the tears streaming down her face and I could hear the sobs of ecstasy she was singing. It was killing me. I hated this asshole yet there he was putting my girlfriend through her paces. Through the tears she had a smile on her face that was pure bliss. I wondered if it happened this way to Joe. Legend had it that only white men were cuckolded but did Joe stand there stroking his dick and let Maarq fuck his woman? Why not, I was doing it now. I was pumping my erection while Maarq did the same to Lis. 

At one point Maarq started talking to Lis while he fucked her. "That's it baby you're doing it just right. You love having it done to you with a big black dick don't you sweetie? No one's fucked you like this before have they? That's it just let it happen. I'm turning you out for the black man. Just like that oh yes baby."

He had no idea I was there but he was taunting me just the same. Meanwhile Lis just whimpered loudly beneath him. Answering his questions with loud sobs and moans.

Maarq got up off of my girlfriend. His dick was slimy with her liquid. He stroked it right in front of her. The thing looked enormous fully engorged. 

"Get on your belly and grab that pillow baby." Maarq ordered. Lis sat up and rolled over. The bed was wide enough so that Lis could lie across the mattress and let her legs drape over the front. "Tell me you've been fucked like this before." The black man inquired.

"Are you fucking kidding me? That's the biggest blackest dick I've ever had inside me and you sure as hell know how to use it." Lis gasped. 

She was yearning to have the black man inside her again and Maarq was only too happy to oblige. He squatted behind her so that all I could see was Maarq's backside and Lis' legs spread wide to either side of him. Suddenly her legs quivered. Maarq was sliding himself back into her.

"Oh white girl from the bottom of our hearts the black men of the world thank you!" Maarq howled. 

"Ugh fuck yea! Integrate my white ass!" Lis growled and they both laughed. It was a bit of roleplaying but there was something more to it. This was Lis' first time with a black man and as I could clearly see she was thrilled.

Meanwhile Maarq had begun pushing against Lis. His back was dripping with sweat. He picked up the pace to the point that I could hear the sloshing noise of the large black prong invading Lis' womb. My girlfriend had her legs off the floor and wrapped back up around Maarq's buttocks. Lis had told me that when she was really turned on she did two things, wrap her muscular legs around her lover and curl her toes. She was now doing both of these things. I was already thinking of life without her as her sobs, once again, filled the room.

Maarq had draped himself on top of Lis so I could clearly see his dick. It looked like a black snake slipping in and out of a wet hole. It was glistening with Lis' cum. 

"Take it from me! Take it from me baby!" Maarq yelled loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

"Just do it inside me!" Lis replied in a deep gutteral voice. 

Suddenly Maarq went balls deep into Lis and he held her tight. It didn't take a sex education teacher to tell me that the thin black man was drenching my girlfriend's womb with a huge helping of his baby making batter. Maarq let out a high pitched squeal and rammed his dick into her with quick forceful rhythm. The shaft was frothy white with his cum.

After a few more thrusts the black man had finished off Lis. He stayed on top of her. It sounded like they were kissing but I couldn't tell for sure as they were still facing away from me. At one point Maarq's softening member slipped out of Lis. It hung from between his spread legs dripping a gooey mixture onto the floor. 

Lis rolled over and she began passionately kissing Maarq from underneath. She obviously felt that the bet had yet to be fully paid off. 

"How was your first black man?" Maarq asked

"Jesus Christ! Where did you learn to fuck like that? That big black dick felt incredible. Are you all really that big?" Lis gasped breathlessly.

"Oh no this one's special for sure. Did I make you a size queen?" Maarq laughed triumphantly.

"Let's just say this isn't the last time we're going to be doing this." Lis replied matter of factly.

They began kissing again. I knew Maarq was going to stick it to my girlfriend again but I had seen enough. I snuck back up the stairs and lay in my bed waiting for this horrible night to end.

I got up rather early. I went down to the kitchen and found Lis. Maarq had headed back to New Jersey with another notch on his belt. She had just made some coffee and was standing there with a cup in her bathrobe. It only went down to mid thigh and left her strong legs exposed.

"How are you feeling?" She asked

"Okay I guess." I replied.

"Hey I am sorry about getting you into that thing last night." Lis admitted.

"I told you I could win." 

"You also said you didn't want to do it. I pushed you."

"Well..." I couldn't finish but I had to ask her.

"Honey, a bets a bet. I paid him off and now it's over." Lis had no other answer.

"What was it like?" I couldn't help myself there were a thousand questions in my mind.

"Denny he's a skinny old man. He may have a good line but other than that I wasn't impressed. He did so horribly we made a deal that he wouldn't say anything about us being together and I wouldn't make jokes about his premature ejaculation. By the way, He felt bad about how things turned out as well. He wanted you to have this." Lis handed me the maney from last night. That made it clear to me that not only had my girlfriend lied about her sexual encounter with the black man, by taking his money she had become his whore. 

"Are you going to see him again?" 

I knew the truth about Maarq's sexual prowess so despite her fib I had to ask anyway. When Lis just looked out the window with her coffee cup cradled to her chest I knew the answer.