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In a World of Black and White

By: komrad1156



No one saw the company commander as he quietly stepped into the rec tent where his Marines were unwinding from the heavy fighting that afternoon. As he looked around the room, he didn't see black, white, or brown. He only saw green and he'd gladly give his life for any one of them, and he knew they felt the same way about him.

Officers were afforded a certain level of respect on the basis of rank alone, but anything above that had to be earned. And Captain Brad Embler had earned their respect in spades. He'd cut his teeth in combat in Iraq during an eight-month deployment where he'd been awarded the Bronze Star with "V" for valor under fire. He'd risked his life to save his radioman, LCpl Hector Gonzalez, who'd been hit as his platoon was crossing a street during a firefight in Ramadi. Without hesitation, Embler ran from his covered position and under fire, grabbed Gonzalez by his LBE (load-bearing equipment) and drug him to safety with rounds kicking up all around his feet.

Just hours earlier that afternoon in Afghanistan, his company was traveling by vehicle from a small village called Parmekhan back to Firebase Thomas where they were billeted. As they passed through the tiny town of Shewan, he noticed the streets were completely empty. He gave a heads up to the rest of his Marines and the Army soldiers who were part of the Joint Task Force to which they were all assigned.

Moments later, Embler saw numerous small, brown figures armed with RPGs pop out from virtually every corner of every building. He called out via radio, "Troops in contact!" as the lead vehicle was hit with an RPG. Time seemed to slow down as an RPG round literally flew right past his window. The convoy went into its emergency reaction drill which it had rehearsed numerous times back at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. 

His men quickly dispatched over a dozen Taliban fighters after dismounting and going house to house. The main battle died down as quickly as it had begun. The primary remaining danger was from sniper fire. Embler watched as the Humvee that had been hit drifted off the dirt road which led through the village. He could see the man in the back was in trouble as flames were licking up all around him. Inexpicably, the driver and assistant driver abandoned the vehicle and ran for cover. He ordered his driver to close the distance then stop when going any further would expose the vehicle to sniper fire. He opened the door and ran toward the burning Humvee as AK-47 rounds began throwing up sand all around him. 

When he reached the vehicle, the Army soldier in back was softly crying out, "Get me outta here!" Embler reached up and into the flames, trying to find something to grab onto and pull this very large man out. Embler himself was just over six feet tall and weighed nearly 200 pounds and he was in very good shape. Yet o matter how hard he pulled, the man wouldn't budge. He had to find out what was preventing him from moving. He pulled his goggles down over his eyes, stepped on what was left of the bumper, and looked into the burning mess. The man's legs had been nearly severed by the RPG and he was hopelessly entangled in a mess of twisted steel. Making matters worse, the man was now also on fire. His forehead blistered by the heat and his hands severely burned, Embler nevertheless tried one more time to extricate this mortally wounded man from the wreckage. He put his hands under his armpits then pushed against the back of the vehicle using both legs and pulling with all his strength. Even then, this Sergeant First Class could not even be budged. That's when the sound of M-16 rounds began cracking near his head as ammunition in the vehicle started cooking off. Embler knew there was also an AT-4 antitank round in the Humvee's back seat. If it went off, he would die along with his fellow American and brother in arms. 

By then, another Marine had ran the gauntlet of sniper fire to join him. He hollered out over the noise of the burning vehicle, "Sir, you gotta let him go! There's nothing more we can do, here." It made him sick then and it still did now when he thought about that moment when he realized there really was nothing more to be done. Mercifully, the soldier had passed out or possibly even died from the loss of blood as both Marines had no choice but to again expose themselves to enemy fire to get back to the relative safety of their vehicle. Just moments later, the vehicle exploded in a massive fireball sending shrapnel flying several hundred meters in all directions.

For his actions, Captain Embler was being recommended for the Silver Star, one level above the Bronze Star he'd earned in Iraq. The recommendation meant nothing to him. The man had died. He didn't feel like a hero. He'd failed and no piece of colored ribbon would change that. His Marines assumed he just being modest when he shrugged off the Silver Star recommendation, but Brad Embler didn't give a shit about anything but not be able to get the guy out; a man who had a wife and two girls he would never see again who were waiting for him to return home. Nor did he care about the serious burns to both hands or the blistering on his forehead. Like he did with every other loss, he'd brood for a while then compartmentalize it and keep in a place he'd rarely visit. Doing so was just too painful.

The guys were all whooping and hollering about the latest DVD one his Marines had gotten from his wife back home. She was hot as hell and she often sent him videos of herself in lingerie while she masturbated or played with toys telling him what she wished he was doing to her right then. Embler didn't know why this Marine let everyone else watch his wife, but that was his call. Each new video became a much-anticipated event in the company. 

He'd seen two of them himself. The first time he'd walked in inadvertently when everyone was cheering like hell. The second time, the company first sergeant told him the Marines had invited him to come watch with them. This wasn't the kind of things officers typically did with their men and the men generally didn't want officers around. But Embler was the exception to the rule. He'd initially said, "No thanks." However, when the company 1stSgt told the captain how much it meant to be asked, he'd reluctantly agreed.

As he watched that second video, he was glad he had because she definitely put on quite a show. She was a sexy blonde who was maybe 20 years old. She had a gorgeous face, perfect teeth, beautiful blue eyes, a tight, hard body, and a great set of knockers. She started out showing only her face telling her husband what she wanted from him when he got home. Then she moved back and climbed onto their bed and starting moaning and playing with her ample tits. They'd all been in-country for six months and no one had been close to a real women since they left home. He watched as she then unsnapped the crotch of her red body suit exposing her moist, pink pussy. She moaned as she fingered herself and said, "I have to settle for my fingers because I don't have your cock here to fuck me, baby." The other men went crazy and slapped their buddy on the back and told him how much they loved his wife, too. She slid them in deep and moaned loudly. "Mmmm. I want your cock inside me SO bad right now!" she said. She kept this up for quite some time, playing to the camera and to her husband. After cumming hard, she licked her lips and said, "I wish I was licking your cum off my face. Can't wait to see you...and your cock. Kisses and love you, baby. Bye!"

Embler hadn't jerked off since they arrived. At home, he never needed to. His wife, Alicia, was in the mood as often as he was. He couldn't remember the last time they'd gone more than three days without sex and more often than not, one of them would initiate their love-making every other day or so. There were more than a few 3-day spurts where they fucked every day at least once.

That night, when he finally got to bed around 1am, he'd laid on the thin little mattress that sat on top of his cot and thought about his gorgeous wife as he pleasured himself. Every one of his Marines had met her and without exception, they thought she was the best-looking wife in the company. And they were right. The wife in the videos was hot, but Alicia was a freakin' babe. She had thick, dark hair, hazel eyes, high cheek bones, soft, full lips, and a killer smile made perfect by the braces she'd worn in junior high school. Like him, she was a fitness freak and they'd met at a gym when he was a senior in college. She was an aerobics instructor and both of them had caught the other's eye the first time they'd seen one another. He asked her out, she said yes, and when he graduated, they were married at her parent's home just outside of Denver, Colorado. When she learned he'd already been to Marine Corps OCS (Officer Candidates School) and planned to accept a commission upon graduation, she'd had reservations about marrying him. But none of them had anything to do with whether or not she loved him. They were all based in fear. Fear of the knock on her door. Fear of a funeral. Fear of death. She'd never let fear fun her life before and she wasn't about to start. She put those fears behind her and married the man she loved. A smart, handsome, athletic, caring man who put her needs ahead of his at all times. She loved this Marine with all her heart.

He imagined her doing all of those things that young, pretty, blonde wife had done for her husband. Just the thought of watching Alicia pleasure herself sent him into overdrive. There was only one fantasy that pushed him ever further into the world of ecstasy, but he'd never shared it with her. Some things seemed better left unspoken, and Embler considered this one of them. Even so, he gave himself permission to imagine her telling him about her own secret fantasy only to learn that it was the same one he had. The thought of her...doing that...pushed him over the edge. He shot months worth of built-up semen into the wad of Kleenex laying on his stomach as he pictured her enjoying everything he'd ever fantasized her doing while he watched.

As he stood there this night waiting for the latest installment, he found himself anxious to see the pretty blonde in some skimpy new outfit. Anything to get his mind off of having watched a man die right in front of him while he was helpless to do anything. His hands were both wrapped after having been debrided and disinfected and he was getting some relief from the two oxycodone the company corpsman had given him. The residual pain was a kind of blessing as it forced him to appreciate that he was alive and that he'd at least done everything humanly possible. Still...

He pulled up a chair in the back and hoped no one would notice he was there as the DVD player came to life.

As he'd hoped, there she was. Smiling and wearing a tight-fitting, light-blue teddy that barely covered the nipples on her beautiful boobs. "Hey, baby. It's me again. So...as you can imagine, it's gets very lonely around here being all by myself all day, every day." The camera panned out and she slid onto the bed. "I have to say I was really surprised by your fantasy request when we Skyped last week, but I was also really excited about it." She smiled, bit her lip and said, "I hope you were serious because I haven't been able to think about anything else since you told me—three times—how badly you wanted to watch me do that." She smile again then said, "So...I had to do some looking to find exactly what you...and I...wanted, but I have very good news for you!" She stopped talking and started massaging her breasts again. She moaned and said, "I'm so excited about doing this for you." She blew him a kiss then said, "I hope you enjoy watching it as much as I'm going to enjoy doing it for you. I love you, baby. Can't wait for you and your cock to get home to me next month. Until you both do, this is the best I can do for you." She blew one more kiss then reached out her hand.

A hand and then an arm appeared in the camera frame followed by a man's naked body. A naked...black man's body. He looked into the camera and said, "Hey there, Marine. First of all, I gotta say thanks for your service. Then I gotta say thanks for lettin' me um...service your girl. I'm gonna take good care of her. That's fo' damn sure." He smiled then took the man's wife in his arms and kissed her.

There had already been a lot of loud yelling and hollering, but when everyone saw the guy who was going to be fucking his hot, young wife was black, the entire place went ape shit! "Oh, damn! You gotta be fuckin' shittin' me! You ASKED your wife to let some black dude fuck her? God-DAMN, man!" 

Embler laughed when one of his dark-green Marines made a comment about the size of black men's dicks. "Ain't no wonder she want herself a black man. Who wants some tiny little white dick when she can git herself some o' 'dis?" He reached down and grabbed his crotch and pulled on his package. Everyone roared as the guy in the video slid her teddy down her body and started sucking on her nipples.

Embler had watched enough porn (and seen enough in real life in locker rooms, at OCS, and other places) to know it wasn't a myth. No, not every black man had a 12-inch dong, but the a LOT of black dudes really were hung like a horse. The guy in this video was no exception. He had to be at least a foot long and he was as thick as anything Embler had every seen on any porn video. He watched along with everyone else until the guy pumped a truckload of his seed into this Marine's wife, pulled out, and a ton of his cum dribbled out of her pussy into the crack of her ass. The place re-erupted into a free-for-all of salacious comments about the show she'd just put on. "Play it again!" became a chant as Embler quietly slipped out and went back to his tiny little room.

Brad Embler had just witnessed a beautiful wife fulfilling his own deepest, darkest, most closely-held fantasy for her husband. He didn't know if he could ever bring himself to share it with Alicia, but he knew if she ever so much as hinted at it that would be an in-road to drop a hint. He also he knew he'd be chokin' his own rather large chicken that night again unless, of course, the oxy made that impossible. 

This video was a home-freakin'-run and he'd had to be very careful just standing up when he left. As he sat there in the privacy of his 6x8 room, he tried to figure out where this fantasy came from as he'd done so many times before. As always, he had no earthly idea and for that matter, he didn't care any longer. He just knew it was his biggest turn on and having seen someone else's wife fulfill it for her husband made him wonder if maybe, just maybe, Alicia might not be open to the idea. Then again, she was a college graduate and a much more sophisticated woman than the cute blonde featured in tonight's video who had likely barely finished high school. He'd never share those kinds of thoughts with anyone, but education did make a difference when it came to many things. Not all of them, of course, but it did make one more reflective of potential consequences. Getting his own beautiful, well-educated wife to do something that risque seemed unlikely in the extreme. It was just too much of a stretch but then again, who knew. If he didn't find a way to tell her about it would most definitely never happen. That he knew for sure.

With just two weeks remaining on their deployment, it was time to start getting all of their equipment ready for embarkation back to the states. Some vehicles were staying for their relief but there were a lot of preparations needed to get ready to rotate back home.

A couple of days before they flew out from Bagram Air Base, Embler had several hours of free time and took advantage of it by Skyping with his wife at a time when he knew she'd be home.

"Hi, honey!" she said when she saw his face. "It's so good to see you!" she told him.

"You too, baby. Wow! You look so good to me right now!" he told her.

"You too, but look like you've lost more weight," she said. "Looks like I'm gonna have to fatten you up a little." Both of them ate very healthy diets and she had no intention of putting any fat on him, but truth be told, he had lost about ten pounds on this deployment. Sleeping less than four hours a night and not having time to eat right could do that do you.

"I do love your cooking, Leece," he told her.

She smiled and said, "You're alone, right?"

He told her he was. "Good, because I just have to tell you I am so horny I'm about to come out of my skin! Do you know exactly when you're getting home yet?"

He smiled and told her, "As you well know, everything is subject to change. However, IF things stay as planned, we'll leave here on the day I previously said (he couldn't say days or times on anything that wasn't secure), then get to Germany the next day, spend a day there, then fly back to the states. That's as close as I can get to accuracy at this point, baby."

Alicia made a pouty looking face and said, "That's okay. As long as I know you'll be home soon. Otherwise, I'm going to have to get a new vibrator. I think I've burned that little fingertip job up while you were gone." She smiled seductively and said, "I can't wait until I can have the real thing again." After another pause she said, "Speaking of sex... Have you had any um...relief...from this kind of stress during this deployment, honey?"

Embler laughed and said, "To be honest, I'm busy pretty much every hour of every day. I've really only had a couple of such opportunities. I gotta tell you though, one of them was particularly, well, let's call it...helpful."

"Hmmm. Sounds interesting. Care to tell me about it? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," she teased.

Shit! She was SO beautiful and he was SO horny. He knew he shouldn't say anything, but he decided to tell her about the video. He just wouldn't mention the part about it being his number one, all-time biggest fantasy.

When he finished she said, "Oh, my God! Are they getting divorced now?"

Embler laughed and said, "No! Not at all. He asked her to do that for him. Yeah. Can you believe that?"

Alicia's eyes opened wide with disbelief as did her mouth. "No way! Seriously? He asked her to let a black guy do her knowing all the other guys would be watching? Oh...my...God, Brad. I'm...speechless. Seriously. What does one even say in response to something like that?"

He wanted to tell her, "She says that would be really hot and I'd love to do that very thing for you, honey," but he let that sleeping dog lie. There was no way he was going to let his disappointment in her less-than-enthusiastic-sounding reaction show any more than he was going to tell her that's exactly what he wanted, less the public viewing, of course. He just said, "Yeah, letting the other guys watch was a little much. But you gotta admit, she must really love her husband to agree to doing something like that for him."

He wasn't sure, but it seemed like Alicia suspected there was something more behind his last comment other than the words themselves. She wasn't just well-educated, she was smart. She was savvy. She was insightful. Very little got past this beautiful girl from an affluent suburb just outside of Denver. All she said was, "Yeah, I guess. What I do know, is most women will do a lot of things to make their husbands happy. You know, within reason, of course. I mean, doing it can't make the woman unhappy so I'm guessing she must have really enjoyed it herself, huh?"

"Yeah. That's what I thought anyway. Something like that would have to mutually agreeable, right?"

Alicia didn't respond to his leading question. She just smiled and said, "Well, whenever you know something more about your exact return time, let me know, okay? And just to keep you interested, I bought a new outfit I'll think you'll really like. You know, when I come to pick you up in a FEW MORE DAYS!!" She squealed with excitement as she let him know she was counting the hours right along with him.


In a World of Black and White



They told each other they loved one another again and signed off.

Embler decided not to read too much into her reply. He was going home—alive—as were all of his Marines. Three had been wounded in an IED attack and two in a firefight—one of them a Navy corpsman who was shot trying to help the downed Marine, but this time, not one of his Marines had been killed. He could worry about sex and fantasies and the lighter side of life once he was safely home. They still had to get everything packed up, avoid an IED on the way to Bagram, and get back to the world, but it was getting very close to being time to blow this god-forsaken hell hole of a sandbox.

*****

Four days later, the entire company landed in North Carolina where they boarded a bus and headed for Camp Lejeune. When they arrived in the battalion area, it was just after noon on Thursday and there were welcome-home signs, ribbons, and multi-colored balloons everywhere. The front parking lot was cleared for their arrival and Brad could see wives and girlfriends standing just outside the battalion headquarters building. It wasn't cold yet, but the weather was chilly for late September. After months of blistering heat, sand, and dust, everyone was grateful for the cooler weather.

The unit commander was always the last to board any vehicle or vessel and the first to leave. As he departed, the battalion commander was standing there waiting to welcome him home. Embler saluted the CO, shook his hand, then took his place at the head of the company formation. Once all the platoons were formed he did an about face and waited for the battalion CO turn the company over to him so he could address their Marines. As he turned around, he saw Alicia standing there. He wanted nothing more than to run straight to her but that would have to wait. God, she looked beautiful! She was wearing a long sleeved pink sweater and short black skirt with heels. Embler saw her smile at him and all he could do was wink.

The CO took his place, Brad saluted again, then stepped aside. The colonel told everyone how proud he was of them, congratulated them on a job well done, then told them they were off until Monday morning which prompted a loud "OORAH" from the entire company. 

The second they were dismissed, Brad turned and made a beeline for his wife. She ran to him and jumped into his arms. "I missed you SO much!" she told him as they kissed one another for the first time in over eight months. 

"You, too, Leece," he told her. "You look incredible."

She was still holding him close when she said quietly, "I thought you might like to fuck me in this."

Embler felt himself getting hard and said, "I think you might be right," he told her back.

As they were heading inside the building where he had a few things to take care of before he could leave, the battalion S-3 office, Major Dan Isaacs, shook his hand and said, "Welcome home, Brad. Your Marines did great."

"Thank you, sir," he said.

"From what I hear, so did you. I'm really sorry about losing the soldier you tried to save."

Brad knew Major Isaacs well as Alicia and his wife were best friends. Dan had been to Iraq twice and Afghanistan once. He'd seen it all too, so there was no need to say anything to help the other guy understand. "Yeah, that was about as bad as it gets."

"Kara says she's invited you guys over for dinner this weekend. You know, after you have a day or two to get reacquainted and all."

"Sounds good, sir. I look forward to it."

Isaacs smiled and said, "Oh, and I'm looking forward to hearing about 'the video.' That was all everyone was talking about for a week or so around here."

"The video. Yeah, that was...interesting," Embler said smiling. 

An hour later, he was home, showered and in bed with his gorgeous wife. She'd undressed while he was in the shower but wore this little pink ballerina sweater and a string of pearls on top and just white stockings and heels on the bottom. When Embler finished toweling off and stepped into the bedroom, she was laying there on her side waiting for him.

"Miss me?" she said playfully.

From the time he saw her until she finished those two words, he'd gone from nearly flaccid to nearly rock hard. "Holy shit!" he said. 

"I didn't forget," she told him. He'd let her know exactly what he wanted to see her in when he came home.

"I'd have worn this to pick you up, but I thought it might have caused a bit of a stir, don't you think?" she teased. "So I decided to save it for the bedroom." She looked at his cock which bounced up and down as he walked over to the bed. "I'm guessing you like it," she said with a huge smile.

She rolled over on her stomach, her head the only thing extending over the edge of the bed. She lifted her head up and let her husband slide his hard, thick cock into her open mouth. "Mmmm," she murmured. 

Embler never tired of seeing his beautiful wife suck his cock and she never tired of sucking it. Alicia held her head still as Brad rocked back and forth as she used her lips and tongue to pleasure him. He let her take care of him like that for a minute or so, then pulled back and said, "Roll over, honey."

"With pleasure!" Alicia said as she did just that.

He climbed up on top of her and kneeled between her knees, her legs spread wide apart for him. "Wow. You are the most beautiful woman in the world," he told her and he meant it.

He let his upper torso fall then caught himself with his hands as he hovered over her. He leaned down and kissed her. Alicia normally let him take the lead but she was so horny she was beside herself. She pulled him down hard and kissed him even harder. He was laying on top of her when she hissed, "Fuck me. Right now."

He raised his ass as she reached for his cock. Her tiny hand felt amazing as she grabbed it and directed him into her hangar. "Fuck me!" she demanded again.

Brad followed her orders and slid inside her pussy. She was soaking wet and wildly ready. "Ohhh!" she groaned. "Yes, yes, oh yes!!"

Alicia squeezed his dick hard as he pushed deeper inside her. She alternated squeezing and relaxing as she moaned and whimpered. "Oh, my God!" she cried out. "That feels SO good!"

Embler stroked her hard then slowed down and teased her pulling and then going back in repeatedly. He pulled out, kneeled again then used the tip of his dick to massage her clit. Alicia was on the verge of cumming hard. He was pressing down hard on her clit then more gently, then harder again.

When he saw her arch her back and throw her head back, he knew she was gone. He re-entered her and hammered her pussy hard as she shuddered and moaned. Looking at her beautiful face, he allowed himself to let go too, and he shot long streams of hot cum inside of her.

Alicia was purring both literally and figuratively. "Wow, that was amazing," she told him.

"Satisfied?" he asked her knowing she wasn't.

"That's what we call a good start, jarhead. But momma wants more. A lot more."

There lathered, rinsed, and repeated two more times that night before Alicia finally told him, "Okay, I think that'll hold me until tomorrow. Well, maybe."

His internal clock was still on Afghan time and he was wide awake. He went to the kitchen and opened his first beer since he left Germany on his way into Afghanistan. There was nothing like a cold beer. Okay, sex with his wife was better but a cold beer was right up there at the top of the list.

He sat down on the couch and just listened to the silence. A week ago, people were trying to kill him and the possibility of death was on every road. Here, the only danger was dying of boredom and after eight months of shit, boredom looked pretty good. He heard the heat pump kick on and the white noise it made was somehow soothing. He thought about turning on the TV, but he had no interest in watching the news or even a movie. In spite of just having had his balls utterly and completely drained, he couldn't stop thinking about what Dan had called 'the video.' He finished his bear, opened his laptop, and killed time until he got tired enough to go to sleep. 

"Honey? You hungry?" he heard her say. She knew better than to touch him the first few days back. She'd stay a foot or two away from him and say what she needed to just in case he reacted like he had after his last tour in Iraq. He didn't lash out this time. He just rolled over and said, "Sure. What time is it anyway?"

"Just after ten," she told him.

He opened one eye and squinted. The drapes were closed but he could tell it was daytime. He'd fallen asleep around 2am which meant he'd slept eight hours for the first time since he left the states. "I forgot how good it feels to get a full night's sleep," he said and he yawned, stretched, and put his feet on the floor.

"Wow, don't you look delicious," he said.

Alicia was wearing a tiny little apron that covered her pussy and a pair stockings and heels. "Oh, this little thing? It's what I wear every morning when I make breakfast for my man," she said nonchalantly.

"Oh, so you had a man to make breakfast for while I was gone?" he joked.

She turned and flashed her bare ass at him and said, "I'll never tell," then walked into the kitchen to start the coffee and make pancakes for her husband.

As they ate, Brad said, "Dan told me we're getting together this weekend."

"Oh, right! We're having dinner at their place Saturday evening."

Embler pushed his food around then decided to say, "He said he wants to hear all about 'the video.' I guess the word on that made its way back here pretty fast."

Alicia rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, my gosh! That's an understatement! Even the CO's wife mentioned it the first time we got together at her house after you told me about it. I didn't say anything to anyone about it but somehow everyone just seemed to know."

"I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall during that exchange," he said with a smile.

"Yeah, it got a little crass at one point. Even Yvonne had something to say about it."

Yvonne Lewis was married to the battalion supply officer, 1stLt Terrence Lewis and was one of only two black spouses in the battalion."

"And what did she say, pray tell?" he asked as he stuffed his mouth was a huge bite of pancakes drenched in syrup and butter. He'd lost 12 pounds, not 10, and he really did need to eat even though he still didn't feel much like it.

"She was totally joking but she said something like, 'Well, can you blame the girl? I mean black men really do have a little certain something extra to offer a woman if you know what I mean.'"

"And what was the reaction from the other wives?"

"Oh, they all jumped on the bandwagon with some kind of nasty comment. Carolyn Wilson, you know, quiet Carolyn, she says out of nowhere, 'I can personally attest to the truth of what Yvonne just said.' That caught everyone so much by surprise that we all just looked at each other until someone laughed. Then all of roared. So yeah, 'the video' has created quite the stir around here."

Embler swallowed a large drink of skim milk then said, "You didn't say too much about it when I mentioned it."

She looked at him in a way that reminded him of the way she looked when he commented on it the last time they Skyped. "Well...I didn't really have anything to say," she said in a way that made him think he was onto something. Or perhaps that he was aware that she knew he wanted to say something more.

He was aware she was watching him very closely and he sucked at hiding things from her. He took another large bite and did his best to pretend nothing was going on.

"Is there something you want to tell me, honey?" she said without sounding accusatory in any way.

He chewed, swallowed, and said, "Oh, no. Not really. I just thought there might be something you wanted to say about it."

"No. I can't think of anything."

He knew that whatever he did would give him away. The corner of his mouth, looking up instead of down, the way he used his fork. She would spot some 'tell' and know he was hiding something from her. But having just got home, he knew she wouldn't press the issue and for now, he was happy to let it go.

Saturday evening, Alicia held up a very sexy, light-blue sweater and said, "What do you think?"

"Nice," he told her. "I guess you must want me to stare at your boobs all night or something because if you wear that, that's all I'll want to look at."

"Perfect!" she said. "I believe this will be fine." She pulled it on over her lacy, black bra then bent over to pull up a short navy-blue skirt. The sweater made her soft, round boobs look like angelic globes underneath it. It wrapped tightly around both of them showcasing them in a way that made Embler feel that stirring again.

"Damn," Embler said. "If you bend over again, we're gonna be late."

Alicia bent over in an exaggerated manner and said, "Promise?"

They both laughed as they'd made love twice already that day and the way she was dressed, a third time was sure to follow once they got home. 

She still drove him crazy even after five-plus years together. Alicia came from a solidly middle-class family and was raised with good moral values, but she also had a side to her that drove Embler crazy. It was a side no one but him ever saw and it was one of the things that him fall madly in love with her after their first date and it still 'did it' for him even now. Dressing like this was just one aspect of it. She could also talk so dirty it would make a sailor blush. Fortunately, Embler was a Marine and he loved it when she occasionally did that for him during one of their hot lovemaking sessions. She was a walking, talking enigma. A classic Madonna-whore kind of girl who was a beautiful, pleasant, classy woman in public who could be a very hot, sexy lay in bed. In a word, she was his ideal combination of good and evil and it turned Embler on like nothing else. Well, like almost nothing else.

Brad knocked on the door and immediately heard barking. "There's Cocoa!" Alicia said referring to the Isaacs' female lab who was a chocolate color.

"Hush! Sit!" they heard a female voice say. "Stay!" The door opened and Kara welcomed them in. "Alicia! Hi, hon!" she said as they hugged one another. "Brad! Welcome home. It is so good to see you!" They hugged as well, after which the Emblers both had to pet and briefly play with Cocoa.

"Brad! Come on in, buddy!" Dan called out.

"Hey, Dan," Brad said as they shook hands. Away from work they were on a first-name basis and had become good friends thanks to their wives.

"So give me the lowdown on the deployment," he said as he offered his friend an ice-cold Heineken. "Oh, and I want to hear all about 'the video', too. Don't leave out a single detail."

"Me, too!" Kara called out. "I gotta hear first-hand all about this infamous video. Can you believe that, Leece? It still amazes me anyone would do that."

For the next half hour, Brad recounted the highlights of his company's eight months in Afghanistan. Alicia and Kara were talking about things that interested them, but Embler knew they could hear him so he left out the sordid details when it came to Shewan, IEDs, ambushes, and the airstrikes his air officer called in whenever they were in a shit sandwich.

After dinner, everyone was having a third beer or glass of wine when Dan said, "Okay, I gotta hear about this video. Who's wife was this, by the way."

"Oh, that's Corporal Randall."

"Oh, right!" Kara chimed in. "He's a cutie pie. I've seen his wife, too. Yeah, 'nuff said, right?" Kara was already a little tipsy, and she could be a handful even sober. And she was hot. Not Alicia hot but definitely a very attractive woman. She was almost ten years older than Dan who was 33 himself and 15 years older than Brad and Alicia. Even so, Kara was still a very good-looking woman and the subject of more than a few MILF comments by young, single lieutenants around the officer's club.

Kara moved her chair closer to the guys and said, "Come on, Leece. You don't want to miss any of this!"

Everyone was staring at Embler as he retold the story beginning with how he quietly snuck into the rec tent and sat all the way in the back.

At various times, Kara would jump in and say, "Oh, really? I hadn't heard that part of it." Or at one point she asked, "Hold on. Just how big was it?" But the kicker was when she said, "I think we've been outdone, honey!"

Both Brad and Alicia looked at Dan who was clearly surprised and taken aback by his wife's unexpected comment.

"Outdone?" Embler said as he looked first at Dan then at Kara.

"Uh-oh. I think the wine's doing the talking," Kara said as she slightly raised her glass and pretended to be embarrassed about letting this big secret slip. 

"Yeah, we probably don't want to get into that, right, honey?" Dan said emphasizing the word 'right' very strongly.

"Oh, no! Of course we don't," Kara said. "God forbid our best friends know we're human and not just a Marine Corps couple."

Everyone now felt more than a little uncomfortable and eye contact was avoided by all except for Kara who kept right on going. She finished her third glass and said, "What's so wrong with what we did? We both had a great time and so did she, for that matter," she said with certainty.

Kara looked at Alicia and said, "Leece, haven't you ever thought of you know, bringing someone else into the bedroom?"

Alicia's eyes opened wide but her mouth remained closed. She didn't say a word.

"Oh, come on! You can't tell me it's never even crossed your mind?"

"I'm probably not the one you should be asking, Kara," Alicia said without hostility. She clearly wasn't angry, but it was obvious she was fishing for the information she knew Brad was hiding. She looked right at him as she spoke to Kara.

"Oh! Bradley—do tell now. Do you have a secret fantasy about a cute babysitter, too?"

"Okay. That's enough, honey," Dan said. "No more wine for you. Let's change the subject here, shall we?"

Kara pouted and said, "No! I want to hear Brad's answer." She glanced at Alicia and said, "And I think someone else would like to hear it, too."

Once again, all eyes were on Embler. He looked around and said, "Sorry, Dan. Kara's a force to be reckoned with." Isaacs leaned back, sighed deeply, and nodded in agreement. 

Embler looked over at his wife and said to everyone, "I can tell you unequivocally that I have never once fantasized about a babysitter or any other girl for that matter, joining us in our bedroom."

Kara was nicely toasted and she was having none of it. "I don't buy that for a minute. And I don't think Leece is, either. I mean, doesn't every guy fantasize about his wife and some hot, young girl warming things up for him?"

Alicia's eyes were again opened wide, her eyebrows raised. "I know my handsome, young husband does. And last year on his birthday, I let him fulfill his..."

"Okay! Seriously, Kar. No more. Go get yourself some coffee and sober up."

Kara pouted and said, "Party pooper. That's not what you were saying last summer when..."

"Jesus, woman! Stifle already."

Embler laughed at the Archie Bunker reference. He'd listened to the show growing up when his mom and dad watched reruns of TV's favorite bigot. 'Stifle' was his word of choice to shut up his dingbat of a TV wife, Edith.

"Fine!" she snorted. "Come on, hon. Let's get out of here. The situation has suddenly become very hostile."

Alicia had been studying Embler's face as he spoke and she knew he was telling the truth. She didn't want to thank him in front of Dan who obviously did have a threesome fantasy involving a pretty girl, but she was more than a little relieved to learn her husband didn't. She did mouth a silent 'thank you' when she knew Dan wasn't looking and he winked at her in return.

An hour later when they were getting ready to leave, Kara had mostly sobered up and said, "Well...I'll have to hope my husband will forgive me and that you guys won't, you know..."




In a World of Black and White



"Kara, you don't even have to ask. Not a word. Guaranteed. Okay?" Alicia told her.

"Thank you, sweetie. I'd die if...well...I think I've said more than enough for one night."

"No worries," Brad said. "We don't care what our friends do behind closed doors. It's none of our business and hell, maybe we'll have a secret of our own one day so..."

Alicia elbowed him and said, "Uh-huh. You wish." She was being playful, but she was also a little bit annoyed because she thought this had been put to rest when Dan assured her he had no interest in a threesome.

On the way home, both of them sat in silence until they got close to the road where they lived.

"Brad? You know you can tell me anything, right?" Alicia said as she reached for his hand.

"Yeah, of course."

"And you know I can always tell when you're hiding something from me too, right?"

He sighed and replied, "That's why I never play poker with you."

She laughed and said, "Oh, you've been poking me plenty since you got home."

Once she saw that he laughed she said, "Honey, I know there's something you want to talk about and it started with our last conversation on Skype. And specifically, with 'the video.' Please don't keep something from me no matter what it is, okay?"

"Okay," he said unconvincingly.

"Brad?" she said letting him know that was indeed unconvincing.

He sighed again and told her, "It's just hard to talk about." He paused as they pulled into their driveway. He stopped the car, shut off the engine and said, "But I will talk to you about it. Just promise me won't get upset."

She looked over at him and said, "Okay, I know there are no women in Afghanistan to fool around with and I know you wouldn't even if there were. So unless you've cheated on me, which I know you wouldn't, then I promise not be upset. I'm not promising I'll like what you tell me, but I do promise to listen and not be upset. Deal?"

He looked over at her and said, "That's just one more reason of many why I love you so much. Deal. Just not tonight, okay?"

Another week passed and Embler was back at work. There was an endless amount of paperwork to take care of and his unit was already scheduled to participate in local training exercises and a couple of short, stateside deployments. It never really ended. The days were long and the training was hard, but the reward of leading the world's finest fighting men was a huge payoff for him. Embler could make more money on the 'outside' but he could never replace the camaraderie he felt being around Marines and that was why he'd chosen to stay after his obligated service was up a year ago.

Embler got home late on Friday after a long, grueling day training Charlie Company on the finer points of clearing buildings when going through a village house to house. It seemed like a such a simple thing. Just kick open the door and kill anything that moves. Except that women and children moved, too. So did elderly men who were unarmed. And even younger men didn't usually have weapons. It was that split-second decision that counted. Was he holding an AK-47 or a long stick? Was he they guy that fired the shots at your men who then ran into the building or were there other young males who just looked like him? A wrong decision could leave you dead or in front of a court martial so the training had to be thorough and repetitive. It was grueling, often boring, but always essential and Embler's Marines were very, very good at it.

"Hey! How was your day, honey?" Alicia said as she met him when he came in.

"Long," he said. "But no one was shooting at us so it was a good day." He kissed her hello then said, "And I'm home with my beautiful wife so it's a great day."

She smiled and asked him if he was hungry. "Starving," he said. "I didn't get lunch today and I've gotta put this weight back on."

"You look good. How much have you gained so far?"

"About five pounds but after today, I don't know."

She fed him a huge plate of spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread and kept it coming until he was stuffed. He thanked her and told her it was great.

She brought him a beer and a glass of wine for herself and sat next to him on the couch in the living room. "So...are you ready to talk to me yet?" she asked as she ran her hand through his close-cropped, very dark hair.

He took a long pull then said, "Okay." He sat his beer down and turned to face her. Alicia sat down her glass indicating he had her undivided attention.

"I guess I wanna start by saying I won't try and excuse this by saying something trite like 'all guys have some kind of...thing'. That may well be true but it doesn't mean my...things...aren't mine alone and that I'm responsible for them."

"Is that the Marine Corps talking? You know, 'the unit commander is responsible for everything his or her unit does or fails to do kind of thing'?"

He smiled and said, "You don't miss anything, do you? I think I mentioned that one time when I was a second lieutenant at The Basic School and you remembered it verbatim. I shudder to think what else you recall."

"No need to shudder. I just care about you and everything you say. Is that so bad?" she teased.

"No, I'm a very lucky guy and I know I've said that more than once," he said as he continued to smile at her. He reached out and brushed back her hair. "You really are beautiful, Leece."

She took his hand and kissed and said, "So...tell me, okay?"

"Okay, so I've had this...thing...this...fantasy of mine...for a very long time." He looked at her face and saw that she was listening and only listening. She was still holding his hand and she was even running the index finger of her other hand on top of his. "I used to try and figure out where it came from but I gave up because I have no idea and it really doesn't matter. But that didn't make the fantasy go away." Her expression hadn't change so he plowed ahead. "I meant what I said at Dan and Kara's the other night, by the way. I never have fantasized about a threesome before." He paused, looked away, then back at her when he said, "At least not with another woman."

Alicia raised her eyebrows slightly but didn't say anything. "But I have thought many times...many, many times...about a threesome involving another guy."

She tilted her head ever-so slightly indicating she was paying very careful attention. There was a long pause where nothing was said before Alicia said, "Is there something...special or...unique...about the particular guy you imagine joining us by any chance."

Brad pursed his lips and said, "I guess you could say that."

Alicia was still tracing on his hand when she said, "Does he possibly look like the guy in 'the video'?"

Embler's throat was suddenly very dry. He reached for his beer and took a long swig before answering quietly in one word. "Yes."

"I see," was all she said. "So your fantasy is a kind of twist on the Mandingo Complex."

Embler look puzzled and she expalined by saying, "It's the idea that a black man has a huge, you know, and that he can use it to keep white women coming back for more. I read about it my sophomore year in college after...after. Okay, I never told you this, but I had a huge crush on one of my TAs in a sociology class and he was black." She was watching her husband's face very carefully as she continued. "I never mentioned it because he never asked me out. I did however, tell my mom who told my dad. That night, I overheard my father saying something about how hard it would be for him to love or accept a grandchild who was black. That shocked me because my dad is the most accepting guy I know. I just couldn't understand how he could feel that way until I did some reading on interracial marriage and stuff like that. Even in the most open and tolerant people, there are still a lot of prejudices and stereotypes that exist about blacks and especially about black men. I know you remember my roommate, Cassandra."

"The redhead. Sure."

"Well, she took a class in black studies and this topic was part of the course. There still exists a kind of fascination with black males, the size of their...penises...and the taboo nature of sleeping with white women. I don't claim to be an expert, but I am aware it exists."

"Wow. I should have known you'd be familiar with this."

She smiled and said, "I don't know much about it and until just now had no idea it was your fantasy. I was just aware it existed."

"So...are you really not upset with me?" he asked sheepishly.

"No. Not at all. In fact, I kind of suspected this might be exactly what you were hinting about from the first time you said Corporal Randall's wife must really love him. So no, I'm not upset. I just don't see it the same way you do. I mean, I have nothing either for or against black guys at all. I'd have gone out with my TA if he'd asked me. But it wouldn't be because he's black. It would be because he was a nice guy I thought was attractive and nothing more."

"I get it," Embler said. "I'm actually glad we talked. As always, you've managed to bring me back down to earth with your thoughtful, intelligent comments. And you did that without making me feel foolish or embarrassed."

"Oh, honey. That's ridiculous. Nothing you could ever tell me would cause me to want to make you feel embarrassed for saying it. I'm your wife and your best friend. We have to be able to talk about everything with one another, right?"

"Right," he said without enthusiasm. "I'm just so damn lucky to have you, Leece."

"And don't you forget that," she said as she leaned over and kissed him. "So is there anything else you want to say while we're discussing this?" she asked sweetly.

"I don't really see any need to discuss it any further so no, I guess not."

She slid closer and put her arms around him and said, "You know I can tell when you're not being honest with me." She kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, "And I can tell that right now. Saying there's no need to discuss it further doesn't mean you don't want to."

"You're killin' me here, Leece," he said as he reached for his beer.

"You won't be able to let this go until you say it, sweetheart. So...say it." She nuzzled his neck and kissed it several times.

"Shit," he muttered. "You're making me insane here."

"Mmmm. Good. So tell me, okay?" she teased. "Or maybe I should say—ask me."

"Are you serious?" he said as he turned to look at her.

She was nibbling on his ear when she answered in a whisper, "I'm serious that I want you to ask me what you set out to ask me. Otherwise, this will always be out there hovering over us. So go ahead. Ask me."

He held his beer bottle between his legs, stretched out his six-foot frame then said, "Since this is a huge fantasy of mine I guess I was wondering if you know, it's something you might even be willing to consider trying. Someday. Maybe."

"There! That wasn't so hard, was it?" she said as she put her arms around him and held him tight. She kissed his neck again several more times and said, "I don't know. What you're asking is a really big deal to me." She stopped, smiled then giggled as she said, "No pun intended about the 'big' part of it."

Even Embler had to laugh as she continued by saying, "Remember what I told you the last time we Skyped? Most women will do a lot of things for their men so...you just never know. And that's the best answer I can give you...for now. Just give me time and at some point, I'll let you know. Fair enough?"

He couldn't tell if his request was a part of it or if she was just her normal, horny self, but that night, when he made love to her she seemed even more desperate then ever to have his hard cock deep inside her. In fact, the only thing she'd wanted was intercourse in the missionary position. "Deeper!" she kept begging him. "Deeper, honey. Fuck me so...deep."

The following Monday Alicia picked up the phone and punched in a number. It rang three times before anyone picked up. "Kara? Hi, it's Alicia. Any chance we could get together and talk?"

An hour later, Kara was at the Emblers' home having a cup of coffee with Alicia. "I was wondering if maybe you decided to distance yourself from me after the spectacle I made of myself the other evening," Kara said as she set her cup down.

"Seriously? Why would I do something like that?" Alicia asked.

"Well, you know how the Marine Corps is about stuff like for its officers. Conduct unbecoming and all that. I know it's not illegal and we damn sure don't think it's immoral. But Dan still talks about a former Marine Commandant who threatened to court martial any officer who cheated on his wife. And let's be honest, Leece. If this kind of thing got out at work, Dan wouldn't be formally reprimanded for it. He'd just never live it down."

"I get all that, Kar. But that has nothing to do with us. With you and me. You're my best friend and that's all that matters. Be it far from me to sit in judgment on anyone else, let alone you."

"That really means a lot to me, Leece. Dan was pretty upset I let the cat out of the bag. Maybe it's age, but a third glass of wine makes me lose my mind anymore. It's bad enough knowing I let my husband down. I don't think I could stand it if you looked at me differently now."

"Never," Alicia told her. "But since you did mention it, I was just wondering if you'd mind if I asked you some questions about it. I'll understand if it's too personal."

"Okay. So...are you guys possibly curious about bringing a girl into your relationship?" she asked with a little too much interest for Alicia's comfort.

"No. Not at all. Brad wasn't kidding when he said that's not something he's interested in and I believe him."

Kara took a small sip and said coyly, "Is it something you might be interested in?"

Alicia smiled and said, "Not really. I guess if Brad really, really wanted to try it sometime I might go along with it. Even in college it wasn't something I wanted to do. I thought about it several times because it seemed like most of my friends had experimented at least once, but for me it just never seemed appealing."

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," Kara said with a devilish smile. "So what did you want to ask me?"

"Mainly this. Did doing that have any positive benefits? Has it done any harm or made things worse or even weird in some way? I guess what I'm really asking is did it change anything at all between you and Dan and do you regret it in any way?"

"Wow. That's a lot to cover if you want details. The short version is it was a lot of fun. Both of us absolutely loved it and we might even do it again sometime," she said still smiling. "As to the two of us, any changes we've had have all been positive because we can, you know, mentally 'go there' anytime now during our own um...play time. I can't think of a single downside to it, Leece. Does that answer your main question?"

"Yeah, that really helps. I just couldn't stop wondering if somehow it would create some kind of new, unforeseen issue that would cause problems."

"What kind of problems," Kara asked.

"I honestly don't know. That's why I asked. Maybe it could cause your husband to start wanting and even pursuing other women or I dunno, maybe it could even cause you to want other women. Does that make any sense?"

"Sure it does, but I can tell you unequivocally I am straight. I've just had this curiosity for a really long time. Being with another woman is kind of exciting, but it's nothing like being with a man. And even though you didn't ask for details, let me just tell you that it was very hot to watch my husband enjoying himself so much knowing the fun came from me giving him permission to do whatever he wanted with her—and me," she added for emphasis. "It was actually pretty amazing, Leece. I kind of regret not trying it earlier but neither of us had ever asked."

"So was this your idea or Dan's?"

Kare finished her coffee and said, "I knew it was a fantasy of his so I'm the one who suggested it. I figured it out when I checked his browsing history a few times and the only porn he ever looked at was threesomes involving another girl. So one day I just sort of casually mentioned it and it kind of just grew legs. We found a cute, willing college co-ed and the rest is history."

"Wow. I'm glad it was fun for you guys. I'm just not sure I could stand to see Brad with another woman—even if I was there participating, you know?"

"I do," Kara said. "If there wasn't something in for you, then it really could create some kind of barrier thing like you were talking about. You might endlessly imagine him hitting on other women or wondering if he secretly wants someone else. So unless you had fun, too, it could be a disaster. For us, we both really enjoyed ourselves and watching the other person you know...do that with someone else was just really, really hot."

"So anyway, we have the battalion Christmas Party coming up. What do you need us to do this year?" Alicia asked trying to change the subject now that her questions had largely been answered.

She thought about everything Kara had said as well as a number of other things that concerned her. Other than a 'barrier' resulting from this, her biggest concerns were the most obvious. Was this guy free of any kind of STD? Was there any chance he might turn into some kind of stalker thinking she really wanted him instead of her husband? She knew the physical part would be fun. Alicia loved sex and even though she personally saw no difference between sex with a white guy or a black guy, the thought of a really big dick was actually kind of exciting. But the thing that she liked the most about it was knowing how turned-on Brad would be watching her. For her, that was the most appealing thing about doing this. Oh, and that raised another question. Would he be participating or just observing?

That Friday evening they were back on the couch cozied up when she said, "Okay, so I've been thinking about your request a lot." She looked over to see how he reacted and it was very subdued. "I do have a few questions to ask, if that's okay."

"Of course. Anything," he said as he put his arm around her.

"Well, first thing is how can you know for sure this guy is, you know...clean?"

"That's a very valid concern and although I'll be very careful in selecting this lucky guy, I can't possibly be 100% sure. But condoms are 100% effective in preventing STDs if...and it's a big if...they don't break and the guy doesn't, you know..."

"Cum inside me?" she said finishing his sentence.

"Well, yes. That is a concern."

"Yes, it is. But it's extremely unlikely unless it's the guy's first time or something or he's just a creep. But extremely unlikely doesn't mean impossible. I'm on the pill so I won't get pregant, but tha's not the main concern. So okay, let's say he's perfectly clean, no STDs, and all that. What role do you plan to play? I guess I'm wondering if you're going to um...play around, too, or just, you know, watch us."

"Honestly? The big turn on for me is watching, but I do want to be a part of it to some extent."

"So does that mean you want to 'do' me, too?"

"Oh, um...I'm not sure about that. I kind of see me maybe helping to undress you and the really big thing for me..." He paused and they both laughed about the word 'big' again. "For me, I want to be kissing you when he um...enters you and you French kiss me when he does."

"Hmmm. So my tongue tells you how deep he is inside of me, right?"

He smiled and told her, "You don't miss a thing, do you?"

She laughed which encouraged him a little bit. "Leece? I don't want you to do this if you're dreading it. If it won't be fun for you, then let's just let it go, okay? I'm really serious about that. It would be completely selfish to ask you to do something you have no interest in doing. And it goes without saying you could call it off at any time for any reason even if you did agree to try it then changed your mind."




In a World of Black and White



She explained how this wasn't something she'd have ever thought of on her own, but that it would be exciting to see how turned on he got during the um...event. And she really liked the idea of the kissing thing as a way for them to share the experience.

"Okay, well that helps. Just give me some more time, okay?" she asked him.

Later that night, Alicia only wanted sex rather than all of the foreplay she usually wanted. Again, she asked him to go deep. She wanted him as far inside her as he could go then begged for more. Was he wishing increased interest on her part into existence or was she perhaps actually really considering trying this and imagining a guy who was bigger than him?

Another two weeks passed before Alicia mentioned it again. It was Sunday morning and they were having a cup of coffee when she said, "One final question."

He sat down his cup and let her know he was listening. "Am I wearing anything in particular for this?" knowing she would be.

"You know what I like, honey. So if you wouldn't mind..."

"No, not at all. It wouldn't make any sense to agree to do the um, dare I say 'big' thing..." She waited for the laugh then finished by saying, "To then say no to something that trivial. Well, it isn't trivial if it matters to you. I just mean it pales in comparison. All I ask is you don't ask me to wear something slutty, even though I know you won't."

"Never gonna happen," he assured her. "You can probably guess exactly what I'd prefer but I'd be happy to set it out for you that evening...IF you say 'yes', that is."

She smiled and said, "I'm really, really nervous about this, Brad. But I'm also kind of warming up to it and I really do love you and since this is such a big deal for you...well, I'm willing to give it a try."

Embler made sure not to overreact. He just looked at her and said, "Are you sure, honey?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm sure I'm nervous. I'm sure I'm still a little bit concerned. But I'm also sure I want to try this for you. I'd say 'do it for you' but that will depend on who the guy is and how I feel after I meet him." She paused and said, "Have you already picked someone?"

"No," he told her truthfully. "I do have someone in mind, though. Don't worry. It won't be some guy from a bar or anything like that. He's a personal friend from college and a really great guy. He's a Navy officer, by the way, but I've lost touch with him. He's my first choice."

"I'm relieved to hear it's a friend of yours. Another obvious question. He is single, right? I mean, I'm not sleeping with a married man. No way."

"Last time I knew he was single, but I'll have to see if I can even track him down. He could be married, engaged, or even deployed. I'm not going to push this or try and hurry it along. And honey? I just wanted to say thank you for even be willing to consider it."

"Well, you're welcome. And who knows? I might even end up enjoying it, too. After all, the sex part should be um...pleasurable, right? It won't be making love with the man I'm in love with, but sex does feel good and if I'm comfortable enough, then anything is possible." 

The next he was at work, Embler found some time to call the DSN operator and try and track down his college buddy. The last he knew, he'd been assigned to the Navy base in Norfolk, Virginia so that's where he started.

"Norfolk operator, how may I help you?" 

"Yes ma'am. My name is Captain Embler. I'm trying to locate Lieutenant Trey Powers."

There was a brief pause then he heard, "Transferring."

The phone rang again which turned into a series of four more transfers until he ended up at VFA-105, the Gunslingers Squadron at Naval Air Station Oceana. A petty officer answered the phone and told him to hold—again. After another lengthy pause he heard, "LT Powers speaking."

"Well, no shit, Lieutenant. It's Brad Embler. How the hell are you?"

"Brad Embler? Jesus, man, it's good to hear your voice! Where are you these days and to what do I owe the pleasure of this call out of the blue?"

"I'm at Lejeune. I've had a rifle company for the last year and I should be turning over next Spring. We just got back from Afghanistan. How about you?"

"I'm flying Rhinos with 105." Rhino was the nickname of the F-18 Super Hornet which distinguished it from other lighter models of the F-18. The distinction was critically important on an aircraft carrier where the much heavier Rhino needed a different set of arresting cables on landing.

"Damn. I was wondering if you got F-18s out of flight school. I know that's what you wanted, but we kind of lost touch back then. You been anywhere lately or maybe gettin' ready to leave?"

"I flew a shitload of sorties in Iraq a couple of years ago but we're all pretty much out of there now as you know. We're getting ready for a six-month Med cruise right after the holidays but for now, it's business as usual. So what's going on with you, Brad? Did you ever marry that girl you were dating our senior year? What was her name? Allison?"

"Alicia."

"Yeah, right. Alicia. Beautiful girl, man. Nice, too."

"Yeah, I married her right after we graduated. I sent you an invitation but your mom called and said you were at Navy OCS."

"Oh, right! Yeah, I forgot that. Wow. That's been over five years ago. So you guys got any kids?"

"No, no kids. We're not really interested in children. Too much deployed time and it's just in the cards for us. Someday maybe but not now. How about you? Did you take the plunge yet?"

"Oh, no. Not the Kid. Ain't no way, Jose. Came close once two years ago, but I came to my senses before I did anything foolish like propose."

There was a bit of a pause before Embler said, "Um...speaking of proposals, I want to talk to you about something. You got a few minutes?"

"For you? Hell ya, man. Let me just shut the door to the office. Hold on, okay." Another short pause then, "Okay, let 'er rip."

Embler gently eased his way into the discussion until he finally spelled it out for his friend.

"Damn! Are you serious, bro? More importantly, is your wife cool with this?"

"I'm 100% serious, Trey. And my wife has been thinking about it for quite a few weeks now. All I did was tell her about it. No pressure, no pushing, no nothing. I just answered her questions and gave her time to think it through. This weekend she said she'd like to try it. And I gotta tell you man, there's no one else I'd rather ask."

"Shit! If it was anyone else I'd be in town tomorrow. But we're friends, man. I don't want to do anything that's gonna mess that up or your marriage."

Embler laughed and said, "Okay, I know you think your God's gift to women, and you just might be, but I don't think Alicia is gonna fall in love with you and divorce me. I mean, you might be great in bed but you're not that great."

Trey laughed and told him, "Whew. This is some heavy shit, bro. The guy in me is all over this. But the friend in me just wants to make sure you and her are both really okay with this. I'd ask you if you've really, really thought this through, but you wouldn't have asked her or be calling me if you hadn't." He heaved a deep sigh and said, "Okay. How can I say no to a friend in need? Just tell me when and I'll drive down."

"Outstanding, Trey! I'll talk to Leece—my pet name for her—and get back to you. Let me have your cell number so I can text you." They exchanged numbers, told one another good-bye, and hung up.

After discussing the details with Alicia, they set a date for the Saturday after next. She'd asked to see a pic of him, but he talked her into letting the suspense build. He assured he was one of the best-looking guys he knew—black or white—but he did tell her that having played college sports together, he knew Trey had the exact equipment needed to get the job done.

"Oh, really?" Alicia had responded. "Okay. Then I guess that's enough information for me. It was very um...big...of you to tell me that." Both of them laughed and he kissed his wife and told her how much he loved her. 

That Saturday afternoon, Embler sent his wife out to a spa for a half-day session of relaxation, a total body wax, a makeover/mani-pedi, and to get her hair done. While she was gone, he looked through her things and found exactly what he was looking for and laid them on the bed.

It was a very sexy, very short, off-the-shoulder white knit dress. The two times Alicia had worn it, she'd worn a white strapless bra underneath. Embler didn't set anything else out on the bed except for a pair of stockings and some 4-inch heels. He put a white choker with a black onyx gemstone and white hoop earrings next to it. 

Trey was coming over at 8 o'clock and Alicia got home around six. When she came in Brad stopped and said, "Wow! You look...stunning!" And she did. Her long, dark hair was thick and full with a couple of gentle waves in it. It was parted on the side and he loved the way it framed her forehead as it arched over and across it. Her makeup was sensational and her eyes were particularly sexy. He wasn't normally a big fan of lipstick, but the dark-red, glossy shade she was wearing was perfect and a perfect match with the color of her nails.

She went to the bedroom and saw what he'd chosen for her. "Okay, no surprise here. I knew it would either be this or one other outfit I know you like." She was already undressed when he came in. "Are there no bra and panties here by design?" she asked without being accusatory.

"It was indeed intentional if that's okay," he told her.

She slipped into the dress and adjusted it until it covered most of her perfect C-cup boobs while still leaving an ample amount of cleavage. She then tugged on it pulling it down to cover her ass and freshly-waxed pussy with about four inches to spare. She sat on the bed and pulled up the stockings and slipped on the heels and said, "So...do I look fuckable?"

She could see the bulge in his pants and said, "Never mind. Question answered."

"You look so gorgeous, honey."

"Thank you," she said. "I really enjoyed my day at the spa, by the way. That was really relaxing and I needed to relax. I wasn't able to, but I did need to try."

"I'm hoping you'll enjoy the rest of the evening even more. You doing okay?"

"Other than being so nervous I think I might throw up, I guess I'm doing all right."

It was 7:30 and Embler asked if she'd like a glass of wine. She'd managed to eat a few bites, but she was just too nervous to eat much of anything.

"That would be nice," she said. He poured them both a glass of Zinfandel and she thanked him and took a nice, long sip. "Oh, that's perfect," she told him.

She finished the glass just before eight and said she should use the bathroom before their guest arrived. Just as she finished, the doorbell rang.

"Oh, my gosh," Alicia said as she came back into the living room. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

Brad turned to her and said, "You don't have to do anything, honey. Remember, you can say no to anything at any time and I mean that."

She took a deep breath and said, "Okay. You better answer the door."

Embler opened it and saw Trey standing outside in a brown leather jacket and black sweater and a pair of khaki-colored Dockers. "Hey, man. It's great to see you. Come on in!"

When Powers walked in, Alicia was standing next to Brad. Even before her husband introduced them, Alicia was stunned. It was him! The guy from college. She'd only met him once, but she'd never forget that face—or that body. She thought he looked a lot like Nathan Owens who played a hunky doctor on a daytime soap she regularly watched. The only difference was Brad's friend was much darker skinned. In a word, he was 'yummy.'

"Honey, this is Trey Powers, my good friend from college. Trey, my wife Alicia."

"Hi Alicia," he said as they politely hugged hello. "Brad told me you were beautiful but...wow! He clearly married up. Way up." He turned to Embler and said, "You didn't just marry up, you married out of your league, man."

He turned back to Alicia and said, "You may not remember, but we met once in college. You'd just started dating Brad and I was getting ready to leave for OCS."

Alicia remembered but played it down by saying, "Oh, okay. Sure. It was at your frat as I recall."

"Yeah, that's right. I'm surprised you remembered. Again, you really do look great," he told her.

They were all still hanging around the door so Embler said, "So come on in. Let me get your jacket and I'll get you something to drink." He took Powers's coat and set it on the back of chair then said, "How about a glass of wine, Trey? I gotta warn you, though. It's Zinfandel. Oh, wait. You're squid. It'll be just fine."

"Yeah, yeah. Keep talkin' jarhead." He looked over at Alicia, smiled then said, "Zinfandel is perfect," Powers said.

"Honey?" 

"Okay, sure. I'll have a glass," she said omitting the word 'another.' The first one had helped calm her nerves and now that she'd seen her prospective date was a stone-cold hunk, she could enjoy the second one but still not be anywhere near drunk as Zinfandel had a pretty low percentage of alcohol.

They spent the next half hour talking about where they'd been and what they'd done since getting commissioned making sure to include Alicia in the conversation. Just as everyone was finishing their wine, Brad said, "So...everyone knows why we invited you here good buddy, and whatever does or doesn't happen tonight, we really appreciate you driving down here to pay us a visit. It's been great seeing you again."

Alicia also thanked him and said something similar before Brad said. "So...obviously, Leece has the final say-so about everything from here on out so I guess the first question to ask her is does she feel comfortable enough to go ahead?"

Alicia was feeling very relaxed and whatever doubts she'd had melted away along with her anxiety after the two glasses of wine and getting to know Trey. She didn't want to appear too anxious so she said somewhat tentatively, "Um...I think so. Sure. Let's start slow and see how this goes."

"Would it be okay if maybe Trey and I traded places?"

Alicia looked over at Trey and smiled then back at her husband and said, "That would be nice."

Embler put his hand on her shoulder and said, "The only limits are your limits, honey. I'm okay with anything and everything you might want to do, okay?"

"Okay. I love you," she told him.

"I love you, too. Have fun, okay?"

"I will as long as I know you're enjoying it."

"Oh, I will. That's a guarantee." He stood up and said, "Trey? Come on over and take my place. Anything Leece is okay with is cool with me."

They did a quick thumb handshake as they passed and Trey sat down next to his friend's wife. "Wow. You're even more beautiful up close, Alicia."

"Thank you," she said quietly.

He reached out his hand and she have hers to him. "I'd like to kiss you hello if that's all right," he told her.

She looked over at her husband who nodded his approval then turned back to Trey and said, "I think I'd like that." 

Embler felt himself get hard as soon as his friend's lips met his wife's. They kissed briefly and pulled back to look at one another before Powers kissed her a second time. This kiss was longer and deeper and Embler cock was rock hard when he saw his wife's pink tongue slip in and out of Trey's mouth. He heard her moan softly which turned him on even more.

A third kiss brought Alicia's hand up to Trey's face as they kissed more passionately. He could hear the sounds of lips and mouths as they pressed hard against one another. His friend gently pushed his wife back on the couch and she willingly laid back for him. As she slowly fell back, his hand ran up her side and took Brad's wife's breast into it. He heard Alicia gasp as Trey gently squeezed and massaged it. 

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked.

"Uh-huh!" she moaned. "I love that."

Embler had told her only once that it would be a huge turn on if she could be vocal with the understanding it might be asking too much. Evidently, it wasn't proving difficult for her at all.

Trey slid the knit material down just enough to expose her bare breast then put his mouth on her rock-hard nipple. As he sucked and played with her areola, Alicia gasped and moaned. "Ohhhh...yes!" she said. "That feels so good, baby." She was running her hand up and down the back of his head, her beautiful red nails reflecting the soft light in the room. Seeing her huge white-gold wedding ring was also a massive turn on.

Alicia reached down and grabbed the sides of his sweater and lifted. Trey raised his arms and let her pull it off of him. "Mmmm," she purred. "Wow. Very nice," she said as she ran her hand over his muscled chest.

Trey lifted up the hem of her tight dress about six inches exposing her sweet, bald pussy. "Damn. That shit is tight," he said as he fingered her for the first time.

Alicia yelped as his finger slid inside her. She hissed with pleasure as a second finger joined the first. At the same time, he used his thumb to stroke her clit and Alicia whimpered loudly, "Oh, fuck..."

She was groping for his belt when Embler said, "Why don't we move this to the bedroom, you two?"

Trey stood up, offered Leece his hand, and let her to the bedroom. Once there, they stopped at the foot of the bed and kissed again. This time, the kiss was different. It was...hungry. Alicia was lost in this handsome man's body and Embler was turned on beyond words. The back of Trey's knees were against the bed as Alicia began unbuckling and unzipping his pants.

Ember came around behind her as she began pulling down the Dockers. He pinched her bare nipples and whispered, "You ready for this, baby?"

"M-hmmm," she moaned. Trey kicked off his trousers as she reached for his boxers and gave them a tug. When they fell around his feet, Alicia looked down and threw her hands over her mouth. "Oh...my...God!" she said as she looked at the biggest cock she had ever seen.

Embler was well-hung and was about ten inches fully erect. He was also pretty thick and was by far the biggest man Alicia had ever been with. There had only been three others before him, but none of them were built like Brad. But this was...enormous! He wasn't even fully erect and it had to be close to twelve inches and it was nearly half again as thick as her husband's cock. It was also very curved which was something else she'd never seen before.

"I can't wait to see that inside of you, honey," he told her as she stared at the monster cock in front of her. He gently pushed on her shoulders encouraging her to get on her knees and she did just that.

As she looked at the unbelievably large hunk of meat in front of her, she could see that Trey's cock started behind his very large ball sack and then was 12 inches long after that. "Holy Mother of God," she said quietly. Trey laughed just as quietly as she held him with both hands.

"Go ahead, baby," Trey told her. 

Alicia was on her knees looking up into his gorgeous face as she opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could. She was able to fit the entire head of his dick and about two more inches inside her mouth but that was it. She had a brief thought of being at the dentist's office and having her mouth held open with a huge rubber block so the dentist could perform a root canal. But the excitement she was feeling overcame any fears as she did her best to take him deep. Alicia forced herself to take one additional inch, held it there as long as she could, then gagged. Long, thick saliva streamers came from her mouth and connected to his massive cock. "Oh, God!" she cried out as she took him again and again and again.

"That feels so good, Alicia. Just like that, baby!" he told her.

Embler was behind her fingering her pussy and encouraging her. "You look beautiful, honey. I love watching you." Her red nails and shiny wedding ring were a perfect contrast on his very black shaft.




In a World of Black and White



Powers pulled back and lifted Alicia up and kissed her. His massive dick reached all the way up to her boobs. She was stroking it with one hand and massaging his balls with the other as they kissed.

Powers turned her around and laid her on the bed with her legs draped around his broad shoulders. He ran his fingers back over her pussy before pulling it close to his mouth. As his tongue entered her, Alicia cried out again with pleasure. "Oh, my...God! Oh...fuck!" she cried.

She reached out for her husband's hand which he took as he laid next to her. "Is this what you wanted to see, honey?" she asked him as her back arched as Trey's tongue lapped her clit.

"Absolutely, Leece. You are so amazing." He kissed and said, "You enjoying yourself?"

"Uh-HUH!" moaned. "This is so nice, honey."

"Are you excited knowing you're about to take his cock inside you?"

Alicia whimpered when he said that and told him, "Yes."

"How excited are you, honey?" he implored.

"I'm very excited. I want his cock so bad, sweetheart."

"Are you ready for it yet?" he asked sweetly as they kissed.

"Yes. I'm very ready."

"Can I hear you beg for it, my love?" he said as he stroked her hair.

"Mmmm. Trey? Can you please fuck me? I want you cock inside my pussy so bad I can't stand it."

He looked at Brad who nodded and said, "Make her say it, bro."

Trey smiled and nodded back. "What it is you want, Leece? Tell me."

"I want your big cock in my pussy. Please! Please fuck me with it."

"What kind of cock is it, girl?" he asked as he kept eating her out.

"It's...big. I want your big cock in my pussy. Please don't make me keep waiting."

"You can have it but you have to call it what it is."

Alicia was breathing hard and pulling on the back of Trey's head trying to pull him up on top of her. "I want your...black cock in my pussy. Mmmm. Please, please fuck me with your black cock, baby," she begged him.

"It's black but that's not the magic word it. Say the magic word and you can have it."

Alicia was moaning loudly. She was grinding her pussy against his mouth. "Give me your big fucking black cock...please!"

"That's not the word, baby girl. Say the word and I'll give it to you."

"You're gonna have to tell her, Trey."

"Tell me what?" she moaned. "I'll say anything. Just please, please fuck me now!"

Trey smiled and said, "I'm like Shane Diesel. No white girl gets this unless she says it. You gotta beg me for my nigger dick." Alicia had no idea who Shane Diesel was or that he made every white woman he fucked say the magic N-word to get what she wanted so badly. Embler knew his wife and he knew she in another world of desire. She might resist, but she'd say it to get what she wanted. What she now needed.

Alicia tensed and moaned. "Yes. I want that!"

"Then say it. Say it and you can have it."

"No! I can't. Not that word. I can't say that word. No. I'll say anything else. Don't make me say it, okay?"

"It's up to you, baby. It's all yours if you just ask me right," she said smiling at Embler.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out as he pulled back and stopped eating her pussy. "Don't stop! That's so mean!"

"You know what to do, Leece. Just say it," Embler said in her ear. "It's okay. Trey likes hearing it. Go ahead, honey. Tell Trey what kind of cock you want. It's okay. It's just us. Ask him. Beg him for it. For me?"

"Oh...shit. Oh...God. Trey? I want your cock so bad. Will you...please, please...fuck me with...with your...nigger dick?"

Trey raised up and climbed on top of her. "Is that what you want, baby? Nigger dick?"

"Yes! For God's sake, please fuck me! Please, please give me that nigger dick. Please!"

Embler began kissing his wife as she groped for the cock she so desperately craved. She put the tip of it in front of her pussy lips and waited for him to push. As the head entered her, she slipped her tongue slightly into her husband's mouth. As he pushed in another two inches, she yelped with pain but managed to shove her tongue in deeper still. Powers backed up and pulled out. As he did, Alicia withdrew her tongue. He penetrated her again and her tongue slipped back inside Embler's mouth. Deeper and deeper it probed just as her pussy was being probed (or wrecked as the case may be.) Alicia moaned and whimpered repeatedly as Trey pulled out and went back in many times until she could comfortably take all of him. Alicia's tongue was almost to the back of the Embler's throat. He groaned with pleasure of his own then pulled back and said, "Enjoy it, honey."

Alicia nodded furiously and pulled Powers close to her and kissed him with an insane level of passion. "Let me grab a condom, baby," he said as he started to pull out.

Alicia shook her head violently. "Mmmm. Uh-uh. No! Don't do that! Cum inside my pussy. Oh, God, cum inside me, please!!"

He looked at Embler who smiled and nodded as he drove his massive organ back inside her. He fucked her hard then put her on her knees and slid in doggy style. He put his hands on her waist and hammered her hard, tearing her pussy as he fucked her. It both hurt and felt wonderful at the same time. 

Alicia was screaming out with pleasure when she cried out, "Oh...fuck! Oh, God! I'm fucking cumming!" She pushed back against his cock as hard as she could and pushed down using his dick to hit her clit then rocked hard back and forth until she screamed louder than Embler had ever heard her scream. As she did his friend poured stream after stream of hot cum into his wife's pussy.

As both of them came hard, Embler went to the foot of the bed and watched as Powers withdrew his massive cock. As he did, cum dripped out of his wife's pussy until a large puddle was formed underneath it.

"Oh, my God," Alicia moaned. "That was the best idea...ever, honey."

He walked around to her again and said, "I take it that was okay for you."

She took his hand and said, "I can't tell you how great that was. Did you like it as much as you thought?"

"More," he told her truthfully. "That was even better than I'd imagined. Is it too early to suggest doing this again sometime?" he asked her.

"Let's just say if you want me to make a video for you...a private video...next deployment, all you have to do is ask," she told him with a big, beautiful smile.