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Lights, Camera & Plenty of Action

By: mysteriousquill



This is based on a true story. The husband involved in this story asked me to write it for him because he has even less talent than me. The names have been changed because the couple involved in this story are regulars to Litorotica. He hopes his wife just happens to come across this story, and by reading it, she gets turned on enough to let him watch her any time she gets the urge to cheat.

Also remember, single quotes ( ' ' ) are the narrator's thoughts. Double quotes ( " " ) are the conversation or actual quotations.

Thanks, and enjoy the story. Just remember, this could happen to you!

Imagine coming home from work one day and find your wife banging the shit out of some other guy. Well, it happened to me.  Yeah, yeah, yeah! I know, welcome to the club. But I never really expected it. 

We've been married for over 20 years, so I think I know her pretty well. At least I thought I did. I always told her to let me know when there was someone she wanted to fuck. I think it was a little reverse psychology and it worked. I must have taken some of the thrill away from cheating because I had pretty much given her permission. I guess that's why she had only fooled around the few times I knew about.

The two affairs she had on me, I knew about. Frankly, I knew she was going to have them before she did. I knew the guys and knew what they were after. The one I even warned her about, but she didn't listen. There were the couple of wild parties at friends that got a little out of hand, but I was able to watch. 

All in all, including the two affairs, I'll bet I could count the number of times she actually had intercourse with someone other than me since our marriage on one hand. And even then, at least according to her, she never let the other guys cum inside her. Good thing because I was the one that was fixed, not her. We decided from the start we didn't want kids, so I got a vasectomy early in our marriage. Mary giving blow jobs to other guys might account for maybe a half dozen times at the most, and they were probably repeats to the same 3 guys, her one boss, a friend of mine, and a neighbor. The main thing was that I knew about them all before they happened. I also got to watch most of them. 'Hell, come to think of it, they were almost all dares.'

Alright, sure. You think there are so many people out there that are married their entire lives and never cheat. Well, not to burst a bubble, and maybe it's the people I choose to associate with, but I have seen very few. I don't want to imply we are swingers or anything like that. Sure, I've fucked and gotten blown by a few different women other than my wife. And yes, Mary knows about all of them. At least I think she does. Actually, most of the couples I know haven't made it past 20 years of marriage to the same person. Come to think of it, I don't know many who have made it past 10 years. So we must be doing something right.

Of those guys I know who fucked or been blown by my wife, I can't really blame them. Mary is a knock out. She always has been. Even now, in her 40's, which nobody believes, she is in good shape. She works-out regularly, rides a bicycle as often as she can, and takes long walks. Although being a little, and I do mean little, heavier than she was 20 years ago, age has been good to her. She has a chest most 20 year olds are spending a fortune to have. When you hear her weight, which you won't get from her, 150 lbs., you have to understand, most of it is her chest. Her tits are huge. With measurements of 40DD, 24, 38, you can understand. Even though gravity has taken a toll on her tits, they still stand out much better than little 36C's of women her age. Her legs are bigger than most guys look for in a younger woman these days. But being she does so much with her legs, they are muscular and firm. She just about lives in high heels at work, even though she hates them. Her ass is round and firm.

Enough on the background, now into the meat of the story. 

I had one of those weeks from hell. I finished a project I was working on almost a week early so my boss let me take off a little early on Friday. I thought I would get home, relax a little, and wait for my wife to get home from work so I could take her out to dinner to celebrate a little. As I drove down my street, I noticed my wife's car in the driveway. 'That's strange, her boss is even tighter than mine when it comes to giving somebody off early.' 'Maybe she had a problem with the car?' 'Nope! She'd have called me.' I drove past the house, still wondering what was up, looking for some sign. 

I drove around the block just to see if I couldn't recognize any of the cars parked around. There were a couple, but nothing that stood out. I decided to play private detective. I parked around the corner and called her cell phone from mine. This wouldn't seem out of the ordinary because we have one of those cell phone plans where we can call each other for free and won't use up our minutes. We usually call each other on them.

She sounded a little out of breath when she answered. "I just wanted to let you know I'll probably be a couple minutes late. I finished up the project and just wanted to finish the report before the weekend," I told her.

"That's great," she said.

"How's your day going? You sounded like you were running."

"Running?!? No, ahhh, I was in the other room, ah, office, when I heard the phone."

'Ahah! I have you now, Luke Streetwalker.' "Oh, okay. Well go back to work and I'll see you around six or so."

"Okay dear, see you then."

The lying bitch. Now I had to find out what was really going on. Naturally, the first thing that went through my mind was that she was fucking somebody. Maybe the neighbor I knew she had the affair with. Nope, his truck was gone. I think that's the first thing that all men think of. If she just felt like playing hooky from work, she'd have told me. There weren't any special occasions where she would want to clean up the house or decorate or anything like that.

I took off my suitcoat and tie, leaving them in the car. I left my car around the corner from our house and snuck through the neighbors' yards. I crept up onto our back porch and peaked in the window. 'Son-of-a-bitch,' I thought to myself as I saw her braced up against the counter. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and some guy was behind her with his arms wrapped around her. He was kissing her on her neck and ears. It was obvious he had one hand on one of her tits and the other was playing with her pussy. He was still dressed, otherwise, from the way she was rocking back and forth, he could have been fucking her. I could barely hear her through the window. 

"Stop, Jim. I can't do this.", she said as he gently kissed and nibbled on her neck.

"Sure you can.", I heard him say reassuringly. "Why can't you?"

"Jim, I'm a married woman."

She sure was saying a lot, but she had yet to pull away from him or anything that would stop him.

"Why did you ask me over then?"

"I don't know. I just…"

"Then why did you dress up for me?"

"I don't know."

"We both know why, so stop playing this hard to get act. You want it, so do I. I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you."

At first I had this urge to kick the door in and strangle the mutha-fucker. But the longer I hesitated, the more interested I became. I was wondering who he was and just how far she would go. Then I recognized him. It was Jim, one of the guys she works with. I've met him at a couple of the parties her company has held. Nice guy, one of the only black guys Mary works with. He's around his mid 30's, 6 foot and maybe around 200 to 210. I remember seeing him in a swim suit at the one swimming party. He is built rather well, very muscular. I'm not exactly built too bad, for mid 40's, but I sure have to work a little harder to stay this way these days. He has those well defined muscles that say he has about 5% body fat. I should have seen it by the way she kept eyeing him up, but being Mary always said she could never fuck a black guy, I took her for her word. I guess the joke is on me.

I knew what he was doing, playing the odds. Most guys don't come right out and say "fuck" to a woman they are trying to seduce. That is unless they know the woman might be turned on by it. He was gambling that Mary was one of those women who got turned on by hearing the word fuck. After all, that's what he was hoping, for a fuck. He didn't want to make love to her. And that's what he was hoping she wanted too. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, he was betting on the right number. When she is in the right mood, talking dirty works. 

Being married for so long, we usually make love, no matter whether I regard it as a fuck or not. On the rare occasions when she does get in the mood for fucking, she usually enjoys being talked dirty to. On really rare occasions, she even talks dirty in return. 

We had talked about her and black guys. There was one friend of mine, coincidentally named James, who was an exceptionally well brought up black guy. I always joked that he had more class, more intelligence, and spoke better than most of my white friends. Mary never had any reservations about kissing him hello and good-bye when we would get together. Of course, Mary usually kisses and hugs any of my friends which just goes to prove friends are friends regardless of their skin color. There were a couple of times when we would be together with James to watch a game or something and by the end of the evening had enough to drink that I actually thought I could convince her to fuck him. The closest I ever got was for her to feel his cock through his pants one night when we discussed our size difference. I even tried talking her into fucking him and told her it was okay, as long as I was there to watch. I guess I'm no different than so many other white husbands that have a deep seated fantasy of watching some well endowed black guy fuck his wife. But she never did. I couldn't even get her to blow him. She always held back saying she couldn't do it with a black guy.

All of this flashed through my mind as I watched this guy with my wife in our kitchen. I felt like some peeping Tom, 'but damn it, this is my house and my wife.' I didn't want any of the neighbors to see me, so I went around to the back of the house. I knew that one of the basement windows was easy to get into. It never latched real tight. I played around with it for a few minutes and 'presto', it opened. I had to use this window before when I accidentally locked myself out. 

I crawled through the now opened window, and gently lowered myself to the laundry room floor. I had no sooner closed the window when I heard footsteps and laughter coming down the steps to the clubroom. 'Oops, I hope they stay in that room,' I thought to myself. I gently pushed the door that separates the clubroom from the laundry room to a half closed position so I could move around a little without them seeing me. The laundry room only has one window, and being on the shaded side of the house, usually stays rather dark.

Mary went behind the bar, "What would you like?", I heard her ask.

Jim thought for a minute, "How about a shot of Jack?"

"On the rocks?"

"No, straight up," he replied.

Mary poured his and fixed herself a double shot of tequila. 

'Bitch! She's drinking my 1800. What's wrong with the Cuervo?' Okay, enough is enough. My wife? Maybe. My booze? Never. But first I have to see how far this will go.

Jim sat at the bar while Mary played the part of the barmaid. I noticed how she was dressed and wondered why she was all dolled-up. She doesn't dress that nice for work. She was wearing her black silk blouse, a black skirt, black stockings, and her black 5 inch heels. When I ask her to wear the heels, "they hurt my feet". Her long dark auburn hair was pulled back into a braid. She even had makeup on, which she seldom does for work.

They got into a little chit chat about work and the bosses and some of the other employees. Then I heard my name. Normally women cheat on their husbands because they think the husband is fooling around on them or not spending enough time with them. Well at least that's the general consensus from the men. Thinking about it, maybe the latter was true, but in all honesty, I had been so busy with this project I would have had a hard time making time to fool around with Shania Twain or Lee Ann Rimes. Maybe I hadn't been spending enough time with her. But the conversation didn't even go that way. 

"He's a good man," she said. "I love him a lot," she said. "He treats me so good," she said. 'So, tell me bitch, why do you have this black guy in our house while I'm not home and while you should be at work?'

"But you're missing something, right?"

"What do you mean, Jim?"

"Why am I here, if your husband is so good?"

"I don't know. I guess I need something. Something different. Something …"

"Something taboo, maybe?"

"Hmm. That might be it."

Then it dawned on me, I was cleaning my video camera the other day. I turned and looked at my workbench and there it was. Not that I thought she was going to do anything but… I quietly went over to it and dropped the charged battery pack in. It still had a tape in it. Ah, evidence. I started to record them, when I remembered the little red flashing light. 'Oops!' I found my electrical tape, pulled a small piece from the roll, and placed it across the light. Now we're in business. 

I love modern technology. The video camera I have is very small and has one of those screens that can tilt and turn so you can see it from all different directions. I slid the camera through the door and onto a shelf right next to it. I was able to turn the screen so I could see it from behind the door without them being able to see me or the camera. The camera has a pretty good zoom on it, so I could get in close. It also has descent audio. I just kept adjusting it until I had it right on them.

I listened to them talking about me, all nice things. 'Okay, so where is this leading.' Then it came out. Ever since that night when she felt the size of James's cock, she has had "this uncontrollable desire to fuck a black guy". Her words, not mine. 'Shit, that was over 3 years ago,' I thought. 'What exactly does she mean by uncontrollable?' 'How many times has she done this?'

Then she continued, she has "never had the opportunity". "The opportunity never presented itself." 'So why now?', I thought. 'What made it present itself now?' 

"And when you made the comment the other day, well, it got me to thinking."

'What kind of comment?' 'Got her to thinking what?' I was starting to anticipate what the comment the other day was, and what she was thinking. Oh, I made sure the camera was getting all of this down. This was getting interesting. I wanted to ask them to speak up a little, but knew that wouldn't work. 

"But, you know that, even though I meant what I said, I didn't mean to be so, well, abrupt about it." Jim said.

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry about it. I knew what you meant." Mary replied. "After all, if you hadn't said it in such a way that I knew what you meant, I may not have picked up on it and we wouldn't be here now."

"I just didn't mean to, well, make you sound, well… like a whore."

"Whore?" Did he say 'whore'? 'Ooo!' This was getting interesting. 

"I didn't take it that way." Mary rebutted. "I never thought you meant it that way. I don't even think any of the other girls took it that way."

Oh great! Someone else heard whatever it was that was said. Now both of them are off at the same time. They must think people are stupid.

Mary walked out from behind the bar and next to Jim. She pressed her one leg against his. She placed her left hand on his shoulder and leaned close to him. "I just don't know."

"Don't know what?", Jim asked.

"If I'd be doing the right thing."

"I hope you aren't asking for my opinion.  I think I might be a little biased."

"What is it about me? I mean, why are you interested in me?"

"Well, how blunt do you want me to be?"

"I want you to be honest."

"Why you? Well, first, you are attractive, you are very attractive. Don't take this wrong, but for an older woman you are, shall I say, very well preserved. I like more mature women. Younger women expect too much. There is no such thing as cheap meaningless sex. You have to be so careful about who you have sex with. With the younger girls, you never know what you'll catch. I don't take those chances. I guess that's why I like married white women from the upper middle and upper class society, especially those that have been married for a while, and those I have gotten to know something about. I guess I figure they are safer. Like you for example, I know you don't use drugs. I know you don't just fuck around with everybody under the sun. You have some descent intelligence. And besides, and don't take this wrong either, you are built like a brick shithouse. You are one of those women every man dreams about fucking."

"I'm fat."

"You are not fat! I hate skinny woman. Today, it seems like if you aren't anorexic you're considered fat. I don't agree. Pardon me for being blunt, but I love your tits, ass, and legs, they have meat on them. And you are cute, you have a pretty face. I'd love to fuck your face."

I had to agree with him. Mary is built, especially considering her age. At almost 45, she easily passes for 30, especially when she gets a little made up, like she was. Even without makeup, she is a doll. She has always taken care of her skin.

"Yeah, I've got meat on them alright."

"Seriously, Mary, you are one good looking woman. I don't know why you can't accept that. Doesn't your husband tell you that enough?"

Oh, boy. I wanted to hear her response to that.

"Sure he tells me. He tells me all of the time. I think the problem is me. Even when he tells me, I don't listen to him. I seldom dress up for him and I guess I just think he's telling me because we're married or something."

"If he does, he's telling you the truth. You are lovely. If I were him, I'd make love to you all the time."

"He does. I mean, he would. You know, Jim, maybe it is the idea of doing it with someone different. We've been married for over 20 years. Maybe I'm just bored."

"That could be. Twenty years with the same person, doing it the same way, it could get boring. I'm no sex therapist…"

'That's right, asshole, so keep your analysis to yourself.'

"but I would think a change in partners once in a while is good for a marriage."

"I don't know, Jim. I really do love him. Every time I have cheated on him, I've ended up with a guilty conscience, even when it was one he wanted me to do."

"One thing I have found, Mary, and this is strictly my opinion, love is love and sex is sex. If you consider sex a source of entertainment… in other word, if you think sex is fun, then you should regard it as something different than making love to your husband. If you can separate the two, you will have more fun with both. After all, I came over here to fuck you, not make love to you."

"So, do you wanna fuck this married white woman or what?"

Jim just about choked. "Wha… What? Ah! Yeah! Of course I do."

I knew she was getting into this now, but I still wasn't convinced she was going to actually fuck him. I still had a feeling, maybe even a hope she would stop before going that far.

"Well, first, have you ever seen my dick?"

"No, I haven't. You know that."

Mary leaned towards him and kissed him gently on the mouth. She raised her arms and hugged him around his shoulders. He spun around towards her, still sitting on the barstool. Mary spread her legs slightly on each side of his right knee and began rubbing her pussy against his knee. She ran her hands over his body as they continued kissing. Jim lowered his one hand to her pussy while he undid her blouse with the other. Mary leaned into him. She reached down with her one hand and rubbed his crotch. 


Lights, Camera & Plenty of Action



"Is that really all you?" as she rubbed the growing bulge in his pants.

"Yep! Sorry if you're disappointed."

"Disappointed?" Mary said laughing, "I can't wait to see it."

Jim stood up from the stool and undid his pants. Mary pulled them down past his hips. She reached inside the waistband of his shorts and grabbed hold of his cock.

"Oh my god!" Mary pulled his shorts down exposing his cock. "You're huge!"

"It's not that big." Jim said.

"Yes it is. It's the biggest cock I have ever seen. Well, at least in real life."

"Real life?"

"Well, I've seen some of the actors, the porno guys."

"Ah! Okay." Jim replied, "How do I compare?"

"Not bad. Lex is better."

"Lex?" Jim asked.

"Yeah!" Mary replied, "Lex. He's the black porn star with the big dick. Oh! You're fine, I just mean…"

"Okay, okay. I get the message. But how many times have you fucked Lex?"

"I haven't." Mary said proudly. "Not that I wouldn't."

"Well then, I'm one up on Lex."

"Not yet you're not."

Now I was really tempted to bust in on them. "Shit!", she never propositioned me like that, not in the 24 years I have known her. But my curiosity was getting the better of my anger. Ten to one she'll chicken out. I'll bet she plays around a little while but when it gets to be time to put up or shut up, she backs down.

I was wrong. Mary stroked Jim's cock for a while while they kissed. Then she pulled away and leaned over lifting his cock with one hand and lowering her head down to his cock. She licked the head of it. I once again checked the camera to make sure it was running okay. It was.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Here was my wife, my white wife, ready to blow this black guy. This is the same wife that always said she could never have sex with a black guy. Okay, so maybe she was going to blow him, but I still bet she won't fuck him.

Mary knelt down in front of Jim as she pulled his pants down to his ankles. He leaned against the bar, my bar. Mary slid his cock in and out of her mouth as she slid her hands up and down his shaft. I tried to zoom in to get some video of her wedding ring on her white hand stroking this big black cock.

"Just use your mouth, baby. Just your mouth.", Jim said to her seductively.

Mary lowered her hands. She raised her skirt and was obviously playing with herself. That was the first time I had noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. 'That slut!', I thought to myself. There were times I asked her not to wear panties when we went out. She always refused to go out pantyless saying she felt like a slut when she didn't wear any. 

Here this guy was fucking my wife's mouth. He had hold of her braid and was holding her head still as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. Although she looked restrained, I could tell she liked what he was doing. She gave no resistance to his dominance. 

She fingered herself to one orgasm and suddenly pulled her head away from him allowing his cock to fall from her mouth. 

"Jim, I'm sorry. I can't do this."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm married. I can't do this to my husband." Mary straightened her wedding and engagement rings on her finger.

"Wait a minute. You've already sucked my dick. Why worry about it now?"

"I know, but I can't do it. I'm sorry." Mary stood up and took a drink of her tequila.

"That's okay. I understand. I'd rather not do it if you're afraid."

"It's not that I'm afraid. I just can't do it."

"If you're not afraid, what is it?"

"I'm married. I'm happily married."

"If you're happily married, why would you want to do this in the first place?"

"I don't know. I guess it's just like you said, there's a difference between making love and fucking, right."

"If it's just fucking, then why are you worried about it? Haven't you ever cheated on your husband?"

I was really interested in hearing her answer to that question.

"Yes! Yes I have cheated on him. But he knew about it each time."

"Was it sex or making love?"

"Sex… I mean… well, the one time I thought it was making love."

"How many times have you cheated on him?"

"Not that many."

"How many is not many? Six, twelve, a hundred?"

"No, no, no. Not a hundred. Maybe between 6 and 12. I don't exactly keep count."

Jim held his cock out, "Mary, just think about this dick sliding in and out of your pussy. You've probably never had a dick this big. I'll bet you've never had a black dick either. Think about how good it would feel."

He was trying to hypnotize her.

"I know Jim. But…"

Jim reached out and gently pulled Mary towards him. "Okay, okay. Just relax." 

He pulled her tight against him as he kissed her. Mary wrapped her arms around his chest and offered no resistance to his kissing. Jim reached down and raised Mary's skirt to her waist. She still did not object. After a few minutes of caressing and kissing he reached between them, took his dick in his hand, and began rubbing it against Mary's pussy.

Almost instinctually, Mary began to roll her hips back and forth. 

"Jim, we shouldn't do this."

"That's why we are going to, because we shouldn't."

Jim kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his pants. Mary unbuttoned his shirt and he slipped out of it. He backed towards a chair and lowered himself into it, pulling Mary on top of him. He unbuttoned her blouse. As Mary slid it from her shoulders, she exposed the black lace bra that contained her large voluptuous breasts. Without unfastening the bra, Jim slid each of her tits from the low-cut cups of the bra. He pinched her nipples and rolled each one of them between his fingers causing shivers to run up and down her spine. 

Mary unhooked her skirt and dropped it to the floor. She looked so sexy, so sultry in her black lace bra, matching garter, and black stockings. Her and Jim were kissing each other hard. I played around with the zoom on the video camera so they filled the screen. 

I watched as my wife raised up and positioned Jim's long hard black cock under her. She lowered herself down onto it, allowing the head of it to spread her pussy lips as it slowly slid into her cunt. I guess I was wrong, I guess she is going all the way.

I watched Jim's giant black cock disappear inside my white wife's pussy. Mary rode up and down on Jim's lap. His cock slid in and out of her. Mary picked up the pace as she fucked Jim. I was surprised, angry, and excited, all at the same time. I was ready to kick open the door and break up the little party, but I couldn't help myself. I had to watch. 

I had watched Mary fuck some other guy, and it was exciting. But this, watching her fuck a black guy was really something. Somehow, I never thought she would do it. I never thought I would want to watch her do it.

Jim's black cock slid in and out of her as she raised and lowered herself onto Jim. Mary screamed like I had never heard her before as she had several sequential orgasms. The size of Jim's cock inside her must have been rubbing spots not normally rubbed during intercourse for Mary. She bucked like she was riding a wild horse. 

"So, how do you like your first black dick?"

"Ooo, yes. I love my first black dick!"

"Are you still sorry you did this?"

There was silence and then a snicker as she answered, "I almost forgot that I didn't want to."

"Well hold on."

Jim stood up with Mary still impaled on his dick and turned around laying her in the chair. He fucked her hard, driving his dick deep inside her with each thrust. Mary raised her legs so Jim could drive his cock deeper inside her cunt. Jim kept pinching her nipples as he rammed his cock in her. From my angle I could see how wet Mary was by the glistening of Jim's cock as it pulled out of her pussy. Mary came again.

"Ooo, baby, I'm gonna cum inside you."

"No Jim, don't. I'm not on the pill."

"No way baby. I'm gonna shoot this cum right inside your married white pussy."

"No, please don't. Don't do it in me. Pull it out. Do it in my mouth. I want to taste it."

"Here it cums baby. I'm cumming in that fertile white pussy."

"I told you not to cum inside me. I told you not to. What happens if I get pregnant?"

"Don't worry about it baby. You won't get pregnant. I'm fixed."

"What? Do you mean you've had a vasectomy?"

"That's right. I'm safe."

By that, Jim made several quick thrusts, driving his cock deep inside my wife's cunt, obviously dumping his load of cum inside her. I could see the frothy white cum gushing out from between my wife's pussy and his cock. He must have cum a pint by the amount that was running down her ass and onto the chair.

After Jim finished pumping as much cum inside her as he could, he slid his cock from her cum saturated pussy. Mary jumped up, pushing him off of her. She slapped him across the face. "You bastard! You scared the hell out of me. Why didn't you just tell me you were safe."

"Wasn't that more exciting thinking you were being more dangerous?"

"No! You scared me."

"But it was exciting, wasn't it?"

Mary thought for a moment, "I guess. I can't believe you did that."

"Alright. So, now that you know I'm safe, do you want to try it again?"

"Again? Do you mean you can go again? This soon?"

"Sure thing baby. Right now."

"I bet you can't." Mary knelt down on the floor and then laid down on her back. She pulled Jim down on top of her. "Okay stud, fuck me again. Drive that big black cock inside me again."

"Okay, you ask for it." 

Mary raised her legs as she spread them wide. Jim Positioned himself between them. Mary took hold of his still hard cock and pulled it towards her already well lubricated pussy. She guided it past her pussy lips as Jim pushed it all the way inside her. Mary rolled her head back as he shoved the entire length deep inside her cunt. 

"Oh, god, yes!", she yelled as his cock bottomed out inside her.

"So you like my big black dick, do you?"

"Oh, yes! I love your big black dick!"

Jim began driving his cock into her. Mary had her legs raised and then wrapped them around his waist. 

"Give me that black dick!"

Mary had one orgasm after another as he pummeled her pussy. Mary began thrashing about on the floor as if convulsing. Then after her spasms subsided for a moment she said, "Let me get on top of you."

Without a word, Jim raised off of her. Mary slowly stood up as they exchanged positions. Once Jim was laying on the floor, Mary mounted his cock, squatting over top of him. Remember how I told you about her legs? Mary rode his cock lowering and raising herself, letting his cock slide in and out of her cunt. 

"Baby, you're gonna make me cum."

"Let me know when you're ready."

Mary bounded on him a few more times, "Okay baby. I'm gonna cum."

Mary jumped off of him, his long black cock standing straight up. She knelt between his legs and took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock.

"Oh man, baby. You're making me cum. I'm cumming! Uggghhh!"

Jim thrust his hips upward, driving his cock further down my wife's throat. Without using her hands to stroke it, Mary slid his cock in and out of her mouth letting its cum erupt into her mouth and down her throat. His cum ran out of her mouth and down his shaft as he continued to spew hot cum into my wife's mouth. She never stopped until his cock stopped pumping his sperm. Then she licked up the cum that had puddle at the base of his cock. 

Mary collapsed on top of Jim which gave me the opportunity to retrieve the video camera. But now, how was I going to get back out? Getting in was easy. Getting out could be hard, not to mention noisy. I couldn't use the door, it squeaks too much. I decided to stay put.

Luckily, Jim looked at his watch. "Oh shit. It's almost six. What time did your husband say he was going to be home?"

"He said around six."

"Well I better get dressed and get the hell out of here before he comes walking in on us."

'If you only knew.' Mary jumped up and started picking up her clothes. All I hoped at that point was that she not decide to throw them in the laundry. Lucky for me she didn't. Jim started getting dressed like a quick change artist. From his earlier comments, maybe he has gotten used to it.

I heard them both walk up the steps talking about how great it was. That didn't make me feel any better. After they got upstairs, I made my move being I'd have to make a hell of a lot of noise for them to hear me now. I slid a chair under the window and opened it. I was able to shimmy my way up the wall and out the window without knocking anything over. I snuck my way back to my car which gave Jim enough time to make his getaway. 

I pulled up in the driveway and walked up to the front door. As I walked inside I heard the shower. 'I'm glad she didn't waste anytime washing all of the cum out of her.' I walked in and slipped out of my suit and put on a pair of jeans and a golf shirt. I was getting a guilty conscience. While I changed I started getting pissed off at myself for not stopping what I just watched. I was getting just as pissed off that she didn't stop. I really thought she would.

I went to the kitchen and got myself a beer. I heard the shower turn off. I quickly walked into the family room, turned on the television, and sat in my recliner. I heard the bathroom door open and Mary shuffle down the hallway to the bedroom. After a few minutes she came in the family room. I noticed she was walking a little funny, like she had been riding a horse.

"When did you get in?" She came over and gave me a kiss. I made it a quick one. I hoped she gargled.

"Probably just after you. You must have just gotten into the shower when I came in. I was outside talking to Bob for a few minutes." She developed a worried expression on her face.

"Oh, how's he doing?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Hey, you wouldn't want to go out for dinner tonight, would you?", Mary asked.

"Not really. I'm kind of tired. Aren't you?"

"Tired? No." Then she thought for a second, "Well, maybe a little."

"How come the shower this time of the day?" I wanted to see the expression on her face.

"Ahh. Umm." The 'how the hell do I answer this' expression was on her face. "I thought I could talk you into taking me out to dinner. I just felt like taking a shower before we did."

"Oh. I thought you might have gotten a quickie after work and needed to bathe." I know, it was nasty, but I had to do it. She looked like she could have choked.

"Come on dear, you know there is no such thing as a quickie with me."

Good come-back. "Oh, instead of going out, how about a pizza?"

"That will be just as good. Just so long as I don't have to cook."

Typical, fucks some guy all afternoon and doesn't even want to cook for me. I ordered the pizza. While I was getting a couple of beers for us, Mary walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around me, grabbing my cock in the process. 

"I am so horny, maybe it's a good thing we are staying home.", Mary said as she hugged me from behind.

I almost slipped and asked her how she could still be horny after getting nailed by a big black dick all afternoon. "Really? What brings that on?"

"What? Can't a girl be horny once in a while?"

"Sure you can."

While we waited for the pizza, Mary went over to our video collection and pulled out a porn tape. Wouldn't you know it, it was one of the only one's we had with an interracial sequence. We watched some of the video while we waited for the pizza. That's when I got an idea.

When the pizza was delivered, I ran downstairs to the laundry room and grabbed my video camera. I popped the tape out of it and took it back upstairs. While Mary was getting plates and other stuff for our pizza, I swapped the tape in the video player with the one I recorded earlier that afternoon.

We watched a show on television, not necessarily wanting to watch porn during dinner. After we ate and had a couple of drinks, we turned the movie back on. Mary was unaware that I had made the switch. 

"What's this?", Mary asked as the movie came on. It only took a few seconds for her to realize what it was. "You bastard! You set the recorder up. How did you know?"

"I came home early. I had wanted to take you out to dinner and celebrate my completing that fucked up project that's had me tied up the last 3 months."

"So how did you know?"

"When I saw your car in the driveway, I knew something was up."

"I don't know what to say."

"I know you don't. You could have started with "I'm sorry… I can explain…" something along those lines, but you didn't."

"What do you expect me to say." Mary started crying.

"Why don't you explain."

"I don't know where to start."

"How about, the conversation you and Jim had at work where he said something that should have offended you, but didn't."

"Umm. Some of the girls and I were talking about sex. We didn't know Jim had walked in just as I said something about you and me having sex relatively often. He said something about he would have sex with me every day if we were married."

"What did you say?"

"Well we all laughed, not taking him serious. But I guess I did take him serious. He and I talked about what he said and then I started thinking about what you and I talked about with me fucking a black guy."

"Yeah, but that was with a black guy I know. I don't know Jim. And that was so I could watch. You didn't know I was there. You did it behind my back."

"I didn't mean to. I was actually trying to set it up that you would be there when or if we did. Today just got out of hand. It happened too fast. I tried to back out of it today."

"I know. I heard. Why didn't you just tell him that you would, but just later?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry. I wish I had. My gawd, were you there the whole time?"

"I got home when you and him were still in the kitchen."

"How did you get in?"

"Through the one basement window."

"That was kind of sneaky, wasn't it?"

"Don't try to say I'm sneaky. You're the one that snuck home with some guy behind my back and then fucked him in my clubroom."

"Why didn't you stop us?"

"That's the one question I can't answer. I don't know. I almost did. I guess I was hoping you would stop on your own."

"I'm sorry. I just don't know what to say. What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing. The damage is done."

"What do you want to do? I guess you want a divorce."

"I don't want a divorce. This is partially my fault. If I hadn't ever tried to get you to fuck James, you'd have probably never gotten your, how did you put it, "uncontrollable desire"."

"That's probably true, but that still didn't give me the right to do what I did today."

"I agree. Well, have you taken care of your uncontrollable desire?"

"Yes. If you forgive me, I am done with my uncontrollable desire. Not that you saw me with a black man, even though it wasn't necessarily the way you may have wanted…"

"Yes. I've seen you with a black guy. I guess my desire is fulfilled."

Mary gave me one of the best blowjobs ever while we watched the movie. Just because it was during the interracial sequence she starred in is purely coincidental, right? 

After the movie, we went into the bedroom and fucked all night long, something we hadn't done in a long time.

I'm back to trusting her. I think the guilt both of us felt was enough to keep us honest with each other. Will she ever fuck a black guy again? Time will only tell. But if there is a next time, I think she will make sure I'm invited first.