****** Delight's Dilemma by Xander Hall-Smith ******
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Delight's Dilemma


'What a tangled web we weave...' was part of a quote steamrollering through my
mind at the same time I looked down at my husband's head between my legs. As he
ate my pussy, my black lover stood in the corner of the room watching while he
wiped his cock clean. I raised my legs off the bed and spread them wider to
accommodate Ricky's searching mouth. As I buried my fingers into his thick,
dark hair, I couldn't help but wonder how I would feel if he had fucked another
woman and then ate her pussy clean of his come. I realize that I wouldn't have
liked it one bit. Not one bit at all. I love Ricky with all my heart and I know
that he loves me too, but he had wanted more from our sex life. It had always
been his dream to watch a black man fuck me. He didn't consider it cheating.

"How can it be cheating if I know what's going on?" he had once asked.

Glancing over at the man whose cock had just been inside my pussy, I couldn't
help but wanting to feel it inside me again. If anyone had told me that three
years after my marriage to Ricky that I would fuck a black man while my husband
watched I'd have told him or her they were crazy. But then, when you stop to
think about it, who would have said anything like that to me. You see, we
didn't have too many black folk in our town and the ones that were here I
didn't have much contact with, except the ones that worked for daddy. And of
course there was our black housekeeper Melba, who came in to clean for momma
every other day.

As I enjoyed the feel of my husband's tongue, my mind took me back to a place
of self-discovery; a place of renewal and ecstasy, of forbidden carnal
pleasure. Self-denying, self-sacrificing, but self-satisfying. Bringing that
black man into our lives was a blessing and a tragedy all rolled up in one. Now
Ricky and I are gonna have to pay the price for our lustful venture. The way I
see it, we were gonna have to move. It was the only way.

****

At first I was reluctant to try it. You know, to have a black cock in my pussy.
I wasn't sure if I could go through with it. But I saw how much the idea of it
excited Ricky. It was one of the things he talked about constantly and at
first, I ignored it because, well because it was just silly. We all have
fantasies; lord knows I have mine, but to actually bring one of them to reality
was another story. Heck, sometimes when you act out a fantasy, it don't always
live up your expectations. I had listened to several of my friends a while back
speculating about having a black man 'do it' them. Of course, this particular
conversation came about around my parents' swimming pool one afternoon while we
were sunning ourselves.

Daddy had been returning from an important meeting and was escorted home by
several of his bodyguards. You see, daddy was a prominent figure in our little
community and he had made a lot of enemies and was getting death threats all
over the place. Anyway my friends couldn't help but admire the tall, muscular
men in their suits, especially the black men. For some reason or another the
sight just excited the hell my friends and two of them, Cindy and Sharon had
walked over and started flirting. But being the professional men that they
were, they tried not to pay too much attention to my girlfriends. One guy in
particularly just ignored them full stop. Tyler, I think his name was. He had
his eyes on my father and followed him around the whole time until daddy told
him and the others to leave. This of course intrigued my friends. You see they
weren't used to being ignored none. And Tyler's aloof behavior caused them to
be wondering all sorts of sensual erotic things. It never interests me to have
sex with anybody other than Ricky so I watched my girlfriends oohed and aahed
over Daddy's bodyguards. It was amusing to watch.

I knew that there was a myth out there about a black man's cock being bigger
than a white man's was, but I wondered who started that ridiculous myth? And if
it's true, so what. Who cares? I mean, the way I saw it, there's more to a
relationship than dick size.

Ricky and me grew up in a household where marriage vows were taken seriously. I
mean, it's like that in most families I know in the county. Having sex with
anyone other than your spouse was something that just wasn't done. It was
sinful... all Hell's fire and brimstone sinful was the way folks around our way
thought. But Ricky didn't see it that way. He felt that people should be free
to express themselves and act on their sexual urges or whatever without having
to feel the tightly fastened cord of principled judgement wrapped around their
necks like an albatross. As he would say it, 'missed opportunities are gone
forever and will never come back. The time to act is now! Carpe diem!' he'd
say. And six months ago what had started out as an experiment quickly turned
into something I had never quite imagined.

****

My name is Delilah but Ricky got it in him to start calling me Delight. I'm not
quite sure how he came up with that name but if I were to guess, I would have
to say it was because of my private parts. Ricky was forever fingering me. He'd
always tell me how much he enjoyed fingering my pussy. He'd say it was
delightful when he had his fingers in there. Every time he pulled them out and
put them in his mouth, he'd say more to himself than to me how deliciously
delightful it tasted.

But tasting me on his fingers wasn't enough for Ricky. That was just an
appetizer, he'd say. 'Cause then, he would get in front of me, pull my drawers
to the side and drive his mouth deep into my pussy. I remember one time being
so engross with Ricky loving me with his mouth that I had not realized that the
McDermott's sixteen-year-old boy from next door was watching us through the
window until I turned my head and saw him.

I didn't say anything to Ricky. I just dug my fingers deeper into his hair to
bring his head more into me. The McDermott boy knew that I had seen him because
he'd been looking me straight in the eye, smiling the whole time as Ricky
continued to eat away my pussy. Now me... people perceive me as being this prim
and proper, pillar of society sort of person, but I got to tell you, just
watching that boy watch me get my pussy eaten was not only incredible, but a
huge fucking turn on as well.

Oops, I don't normally cuss you know. But cussing and behaving wanton-like in
front of that boy next door were a couple of the changes that had gone on in my
life. Heck, I never used to use the words cunt or pussy to describe my private
parts before. I'd always used to refer to it as 'down there' or 'vagina' or
some other silliness I could think of. But having that black man in my house,
in my bed and fucking the heck out of me, taught me a few things about
indecency and the like. Well anyway, let me take you back six months, when the
black man came into our lives.

I remember begging and pleading with Ricky not go through with his plan, but he
paid no attention to me. Being the good wife that I was and all, I had no
choice but to follow my husband's lead. I loved him you see and he knew that I
would do whatever he wanted regardless of my own personal feelings or voiced
objections.

We had been watching a movie one night and as usually, Ricky's fingers were
buried in me. I had long since given up wearing drawers 'cause Ricky said that
they just got in his way of his searchin'. At first it had been kind of strange
not wearing drawers and all. I'd feel cool air blowing up in me all the time,
drying me out and all. But you'd be surprise how quickly you can get used to
something if you keep doing it and so, after some time, I just got used to not
wearing underwear anymore. Anyway like I was saying, we were watching a movie
that night and when a commercial came on Ricky turned to me.

"I found someone."

I looked at him like he had two heads. I didn't know what he was talking about
and with a mouth full of popcorn, I asked him what was he referring to.

"You know, Delight. The thing we talked about... the thing we always talk
about."

Now me and Ricky, we talk about a lot of things, so I searched my brain trying
to figure out what he was on about and finally it dawned on me. I swallowed the
last bit of popcorn I had in my mouth, put the bowl on the coffee table and
turned my body turns him all the while keeping my legs opened to his fingers.

"You found someone?" I had asked.

"Yes and he is perfect," he had said in an excited voice.

"But when? How?"

"Well you know how I been wanting a pair of them hunting boots I kept telling
you about?"

I had shook my head yes, though not knowing what the boots had to do with him
meeting a black man. The movie had started again, but we didn't even pay much
attention to it. I leaned forward and took the bowl off the table and began
munching popcorn again. I might as well have been eating sawdust, for all the
taste had gone out of my mouth. Ricky's fingers had started to move rather
rapidly in and out of me at that point and I had to tell him to stop 'cause it
was starting to hurt.

"I'm sorry, Delight. You know how excited I get when I'm close to accomplishing
something," he had said pulling his fingers out and rearranging my skirt so
that it covered my legs.

I had put the bowl down again, not really enjoying the snack anymore and told
him to continue.

"Well, like I was saying... about the boots and all. I found myself with some
free time today so I left the office and went to the mall. Charlie's Footwear
was running a sale so I went in to check out their stock. Honey, I don't think
I was in there ten minutes when I spotted him."

"Spotted who?"

"The guy that I want you to have sex with?"

"You mean the black guy?"

"Who else would I be talking about, Delight?"

"Ricky, I don't know about this. It's all happening so fast. I don't think I
can go through with it."

"Delight, we spoke about this on numerous occasions. You know this is something
that I've always wanted to happen and you agreed to do it."

"I know, Ricky... but a black man! We don't have too many of them in these
parts. What would people say if they saw us inviting a black man into our home
socially? You know how people love to talk in this town."

"Since when do you care what people think? Don't you remember the time you
started that petition on a woman's right to choose? You knew the risks you were
taking when you started that campaign and you said to me-Ricky I don't rightly
care what those uptight, upstanding citizens in our town think-You remember
that?"

"Yeah, I remember. And I also remember how naive I was in thinking that I could
handle the fallout. Your daddy and my momma said I brought shame to the family.
Don't forget, Ricky, your daddy is the preacher in this town and my momma...
well, momma just don't want to soil her hands with negative controversy. A lot
of women around here look up to her and I learned my lesson and don't want to
repeat it."

"What we do in the privacy of our house has nothing to do with nobody but us.
No one has to know, Delight," he had said grabbing my hands, forcing me to look
at him. "We can do this. I want to do this."

"Well how are you going to arrange it? Do you even know this man?"

"I have an idea and no, I don't know him."

"Well I hope you don't expect me to just walk up to him, introduce myself and
tell him that my husband wants me to have sex with him?"

"No of course not. However, you are not far off on how I want you to approach
him."

"I'm not approaching him, Ricky!"

"You have to, Delight. It's the only way it'll work."

"No, Ricky. This is your plan, you figure out how this is going to work."

"I don't want to fight with you, Delilah. Just listen to the plan, will you?"

"What is it," I asked.

"I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Right now I just want to celebrate our good
fortune."

"You mean your good fortune," I had said in a grave voice.

"Don't be like that. I know you are going to enjoy getting fucked by this black
man. And I am going to enjoy watching it and eating your pussy after he's
done."

I knew then that arguing with him wouldn't have changed anything. He was so
enthralled by the whole thing that I knew nothing I said would have made a bit
of difference. He reached for the remote and flicked the TV off, grabbed my
hand and led me upstairs. I wasn't in the mood to have sex but I knew when
Ricky felt like he accomplished something, this was his way of celebrating. I
kept thinking about Ricky's fantasy. Why couldn't he want something simpler or
more to the point, something that didn't involve another person? Especially a
black man. Would this make me a whore? Would Ricky still want to make love to
me after a black man's cock had been inside my pussy? Would he still respect
me? These questions and a lot more had gone through my mind and that night
while Ricky was loving me, I had just laid there and let him do what he wanted.
My torturous mind didn't allow me the luxury to enjoy Ricky's fierce
lovemaking. As he pounded his cock over and over in my tender flesh I wondered
if that was what it would be like when a black cock was buried inside my body.

****

If I remember correctly, I think it was two days later when I had found myself
standing inside the entrance of Charlie's Footwear. I was all nervous and
everything as I stood there looking around for the black man Ricky had been
talking about but I didn't see him. I had turned and walked out the store and
over to the bench where Ricky was sitting. The mall was unusually crowded for a
weekday and it wasn't until moments later that I found out that some rock band
was going to be at the mall doing a special promotion. I had never heard of
them so I didn't get all flustered like everyone else. I think if it had been
under different circumstances, I might have been able to get flustered like
everybody else.

My heart was racing and I looked around the wide-open space without really
seeing it. Lights were ablaze everywhere like the time I was a beauty pageant
contestant in high school. The lights had been glaring. Ricky didn't see me
walking towards him. He was too busy watching the commotion going on a few feet
down the mall. It wasn't until I was practically sitting on his lap that he
swung his gaze around to me.

"What happened?" he asked. "Did you make contact?"

"No."

"What do you mean no! Then what the hell are you doing sitting out here?
Delight, we talked about this in great detail yesterday. We even rehearsed it a
few times until you got it right."

"I know."

"Then what's the problem?"

I jumped up and looked down at him. "The problem, Ricky is that I don't want to
do this! I've been telling you for months that this is something I don't feel
comfortable with," I whispered.

"Look," Ricky said, running his hands over his face. "You can't back out now.
We've got it all worked out. Just go in there and do your thing. I promise you
that after this you wouldn't have to do it no more."

"But what if somebody we know sees me? What then, Ricky?"

"You're looking for trouble where there isn't any, Delight. Did you go in and
see him?"

"I went in but I didn't see any black guy," I said in a pained voice.

"Go back in, Delight. I don't have all day. I've got to be back to work soon
and I want to make sure that everything went according to plan. Now go," he
said standing to give me a gently push back in the direction of the store.

I started to walk slowly towards the store, but stopped, looked around and gave
Ricky a pleading expression. All he did was motioned me on with his hands. I
turned back to the store and once again found myself at the entrance looking
inside. I spotted him right away. His back was to me and I swallowed and took
tiny steps into the store. There was several empty backless vinyl chairs
scattered around the store, but I remembered what Ricky said. He wanted me to
sit where people wouldn't likely to walk by. I saw a seat in the far corner of
the store and made a beeline for it.. I sat down and arranged my skirt
accordingly and waited to be noticed.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him walking towards me. My heart was beating
so fast and so loud that I was sure everyone in the store could hear it. I
wiped the sweat from my hands down the side of my skirt and watched as he drew
closer and closer to me.

"Excuse me," I heard him say and I looked up, a nervous smile planted in place
on my face.

Air caught in my throat immediately.

Oh my lord, I thought. This can't be happening. My insides felt like liquid
mush, I was trembling so badly. I couldn't breathe. I sat there staring up,
opened mouth at my father's ex-bodyguard, Tyler. I racked my brain trying to
remember how long it had been since I had last seen him. Daddy had been dead
for quite some time and after he died Momma didn't have any reason to keep the
bodyguards around so she had let them go. What was he doing here, I wondered?
And working as a shoe salesman.

"Are you alright, miss?" I heard him ask over the ferocious pounding in my
ears.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just... I just thought I recognized somebody that I knew from
a long time ago."

"I could get you a cup of water if you like. You don't seem well."

"No, please. Don't go through any trouble. I'm fine, really. Must be the
weather. It's so hot in these parts," I said rubbing the back of my neck.

The last thing I wanted was to call attention to myself. As it was some of the
customers were looking in my direction and I needed to get through this so that
I could get it over with. Ricky had no idea what I was feeling. All he cared
about was satisfying his animalistic need to watch me get fucked by a black
man. He didn't care how I felt as long as he got what he wanted.

"...saw that I can be of help with?"

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I wasn't paying attention to anything
Tyler was saying to me.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't listening. What did you say?"

"I asked if there was a particular shoe you saw that I that I can be of help
with? Was there something that you wanted me to show you?"

I licked my lips again and looked up at him. I couldn't believe that he didn't
recognize me. Had I changed that much? Or was he maintaining some level of
professionalism because he was working? I search his eyes for signs of
recognition but none were there. I didn't know what angered me more, the fact
that he didn't recognize me or that I was about to behave like a wanton whore
to get his attention. Why did it have to be Tyler of all people? I had damned
Ricky for putting me in this humiliating situation.

"Yes, I was wondering if I could see a size seven in the pumps."

"What color?" I heard him ask.

"Excuse me."

"We have that particular pump in four different colors."

"I'd like to see it black, if you don't mind."

"Not at all, ma'am. I would be my pleasure," he smiled, showing me a bit of his
pearly whites.

I watched as he walked towards the back room. I glanced around the store only
to note that it was almost empty. Then I heard shouting and clapping in the
mall and realized that the band must've arrived. I was about to get up to see
what all the excitement was about but before I could Tyler was back holding a
shoebox in his hand. He bent down and asked me to slip one of my feet out of
the flip-flops.

Ricky had instructed me on what to do when this moment arrived and I took a
deep breath realizing that once I started, that there was no turning back. I
hesitated for a moment and looked around the store to make sure no one was near
me. Satisfied, I pulled my skirt slightly up so that it came above my knees and
I continued pulling slowing until it slid up to my mid-thigh. Tyler wasn't
paying attention to me at that point. He had been opening the shoebox and
removing the thin tissue-like paper that was wrapped around the shoes. He
lifted his head slightly to see which foot was bare and took the appropriate
shoe from the box.

Tension lurked in the pit of my stomach. There was no longer any doubt about
what I was about to do, 'cause I knew that it was too late to change my mind.
Thinking back on it now, if I hadn't been so nervous, I think I might have
actually enjoyed myself.

Anyway, I watched as he pulled a ball of stuffed paper out of the shoe and
raised his head up to put the shoe on my foot. That was my cue to do what me
and Ricky had been practicing the past two days. I raised a bent leg up to
slide my foot into the shoe and as I did that, I opened my legs slightly,
making sure that my skirt was raised high enough so that Tyler could see my
crouch. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be 'cause the minute I did
that, I saw he was looking straight at my front part. I knew he couldn't see
much, but I also knew that he had enough of any idea to know that I wasn't
wearing any drawers.

Ricky made me shave my pubic hairs the night before. I had never shaved down
there before, but he told me that it would be better if it was bare. I didn't
know what difference it would have made really but Ricky was carrying on like
he knew what he was talking about.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked nervously.

"No, um, no ma'am. I was just... I was just getting ready to put the shoe on
your foot," he said.

But the whole time he was talking, he was staring straight at my private parts.
If I wasn't so nervous I think I would have found the whole thing erotic. After
all, it's the sort of thing one does with a lover. He hurriedly put the shoe on
my foot and asked if I needed help with the other, but I told him it was fine;
that I would put the other shoe on myself. I watched him get up and walk away
from me. I stood up and walked around in place for a minute and then walked
over to the mirror to look at the shoes.

My heart had been pounding so hard I swear I thought it would have just pop out
of my chest. I knew that Ricky was waiting so I hurried. After donning my flip-
flops and with the shoes in tow, I headed for the cashier. Tyler was behind the
counter when I went up.

"Will this be cash or charged?" he asked.

He hadn't looked up at me and I looked down at his hand and noticed that they
were trembling slightly. I turned towards the entrance to see if I could see
Ricky outside but there were so many people mulling around. Turning back to
Tyler I told him that I would be paying by check. While he was ringing up the
shoes I knew that now or never was my chance to see if he was free for the
evening. I didn't know what to say or how to engage him in light banter. I
stood there tapping my nails against the enamel countertop racking my brains to
think of something, anything. Suddenly it dawned on me what to say.

"You know, you look like someone that used to work for my family a long time
ago," I dove in.

"Who's your family?"

"The Cromleys."

"It doesn't ring a bell," he said looking at me for the first time since he
peeked at my private parts earlier.

"Are you new in town?" I asked.

"I grew up not too far from here."

"Did you always used to work here?"

"No. Listen miss..."

"Where did..."

We both looked at each other and laughed.

"You go first," he said.

"I was just gonna asked you where did you work before?"

"Different places. It's a long story."

"What were you going to say?" I asked.

"I don't know how to say it without appearing too forward, Miss. But back there
just now when you were sitting down, I got the impression that you were
flirting with me. You know... trying to get my attention or something."

"And what if I was?" I asked. Forgetting for a minute that I was nervous.

"I would say that you were plying a dangerous game. You don't know me, Miss and
it's best if you don't do that sort of thing in front of total strangers."

"But you was lookin' so you must've like what you saw."

He cleared his throat. "That's not the point, Miss!"

"I bet your cock is hard right now, ain't it?" I said boldly. I could not
believe that came out of my mouth.

If he weren't black, I'd swear he must've turned three shades of red. I guess
he didn't expect that kind of talk from a girl. I even surprised myself by
being that bold about it and I decided to continue playing with him.

"What if I told you that I liked the excitement and living dangerously?"

"Miss, judging from that ring on your left hand, I'd say your husband wouldn't
take too kindly to you flirting with me. Especially with someone like me, if
you know what I mean."

"And what if I told you that my husband is sitting out front in the mall
waiting for me? What if I told you that he was the one who sent me in here to
get your attention?"

"Is this some sort of trap or something lady? Who are you?" He said looking
around nervously as if expecting any minute to be surrounded by deputies.

"I'm just a wife trying to do what her husband wants," I said as I bent forward
to write the sale amount on the check.

"Let me ask you something lady, what exactly is it that your husband wants you
to do?"

This was it. The moment that Ricky been wanting for a long time.

"Why he wanted me to invite you over for dinner at our house tonight."

"Why? I don't know you and I certainly don't know your husband."

"Listen, Tyler..."

"How do you know my name is Tyler? Just who the hell are you, lady and who sent
you here?"

My eyes widened at the mistake I had made. Then I noticed that he was wearing a
name tag so I pointed to his badge.

"Well isn't that your name?" I asked.

"Why would your husband want to invite me over for dinner? He asked ignoring my
question.

"Well he was in here the other day buying some hunting boots and he told me you
were very helpful and wanted to repay you for your kindness," I lied.

"That doesn't make any sense to me. I'm supposed to be helpful and friendly to
the customers. It's my job."

"But he thought that maybe you were new in town and didn't have many friends
here and he just wanted to sorta welcome you to our little town. So what do you
say? Will you come over for dinner tonight? Please, you can bring your wife
with you?"

I held my breath. Even though he wasn't wearing a wedding band, it didn't mean
that he wasn't married.

"I'm not married and I don't like the sound of this. I'm sorry, miss. I don't
know you or your husband and in these parts a black man is liable to be brought
up on all sorts of charges that ain't true."

He turned from me to put the shoebox in a bag. After removing the check from
the counter, he handed me the bag and told me to have a nice day. Not knowing
what to do, I walked out of the store and headed over Ricky. When I got to the
bench it was empty. I looked around frantically trying to find him but there
were so many people around that I knew it was impossible to pick him out in the
crowd. I sat on the bench and put my head in my lap for a second. I knew that
Ricky would not be happy and I wondered how I would be able to fix it.

My head was spinning, what do I do? What do I do? Over and over again. I rubbed
my temples with the tips of my fingers to ease some of the tension. From where
I sat I could see Tyler moving about the store. He was alone in there as
everyone else was either out to lunch or enjoying the rock band, which I noted,
was not doing anything to soothe my aching head. I glanced down at my watch to
note that it was almost three o'clock and realized that Ricky must've gone back
to the office.

Gathering my purse and bag I made my way out of the mall. I was almost to the
entrance when I stopped and made a beeline back to the store. I had known then
that no matter what I said to Ricky, he would have found some way to blame me
for the screw up. I had to get through to Tyler somehow and knew that I
couldn't go home to Ricky and tell him that I had failed. He'd just think I did
it on purpose. Hurrying down the mall I started to gain a bit of confidence. I
knew exactly what I had to do to get Tyler to accept the invite to our home.

He was still behind the counter when I walked back into the store. I noticed
that a couple of employees had returned to the store, but I paid no attention
to them. I marched up to the counter and stood there until he noticed me.

"Miss, I don't know what game you are playing, but I'm not interested."

"Look, Tyler, if you want to know the true, the reason why I invited you to
dine with me and my husband tonight it's because, well, I know you. You used to
work for my daddy a while back and when he died, momma told you that she no
longer needed you around. I felt bad all them years ago for the way she treated
you and when I recognized you today, I figure, well maybe I could make up for a
little of the humiliation she caused you back then.

"I know you don't remember me but I am Allister's daughter. I was nothing but a
teenager back then when you and daddy's other bodyguards used to come around.
Maybe the reason why you don't recognize me is because you never paid much
attention to my friends or I. It was a long time, I reckon, but now I'm a
married woman and when I saw you in here today, I couldn't believe you were the
same man my husband was on about when he bought the boots the other day. I'm
sorry if you thought I was trying to trap you or something, but I wasn't."

After I was done talking I was breathing so hard that I was sure it could be
heard over the noise of the band. My chest was heaving up and down as I tried
to regain my poster. I couldn't believe I said that I knew him.. It was never
my intention to reveal that fact but I had to find some way to get him to come
for dinner. I looked at up him and noticed that his brows were knotted.

"You say your folks were the Cromleys?" he asked.

I nodded yes. My gaze traveled down his face to his lips as he mouth started
working, I guess trying to remember my father. It wasn't that long ago, in my
opinion. I couldn't believe that he didn't remember us or at least remember
daddy. Then he snapped his fingers and looked at me.

"Wait a minute, your Big Al's daughter, aren't you?"

I assumed that Big Al was a nickname for my daddy, so again I nodded yes.

"Yes, I remember Big Al. Nice man your father. So," he said crossing his arms
and looking at me, "you're his daughter. All grown up and married... Do you
have any children?"

"No. Me and Ricky wanted to wait for a couple more years yet. I really feel bad
about the way momma treated you all them years ago, so how about dinner
tonight?"

"Okay," he said turning his back to me.

Not really sure that I heard him right I asked him what did he say and he faced
me again and said that he would be happy to come over that evening to have
dinner with me and Ricky. That was too easy, I thought as I took carefully
controlled steps towards the entrance. I didn't want him to change his mind,
but as I was about to leave, his voiced stopped me in my tracks.

"Hey, I never did get your name."

"My name is on the check but it's Delight, um, Delilah. Everybody calls me
Delilah."

"Okay, Delilah, what was all that action you were showing me earlier. Are you
trying to tell me something?"

"I told you, my husband wanted me to do that," I said and ran out of the store
before he could question me further. I was only a couple of feet down the mall
when I heard him hell for me to stop again and not wanting to make a scene I
waited until he caught up to me.

"You didn't me what time to come to dinner tonight and I assume that's your
address on the check."

"Oh. Dinner is at seven and yes. Just turn off on Oak Wood Lane and our house
is a mile and a half down the road on the left. You can't miss it.. It's the
next house after the McDermott Turkey sign."

"Okay, then I'll see you at seven."

I watched as he hurried back to the store then turned, made my way out of the
mall and to my car. I sat behind the steering wheel for several minutes before
putting the key in the ignition. Lord, Ricky, what in the world are you getting
me involved in?

****

"Honey, the table looks wonderful," I remembered Ricky saying as he placed a
bottle of Chianti on the table.

"Thank you, Ricky," I replied.

At his compliment I was heading back to the kitchen to put the finishing
touches on dinner when the doorbell rang. I heard Ricky say that he would get
it. I was nervous and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. When Ricky had
gotten home from work earlier, I explained to him what transpired at the store.
To say he was delighted would be an understatement.

He had dragged me upstairs to the bedroom and pushed me face down on the bed. I
heard him unzip his pants as he pushed my skirt up with his other hand. I felt
the cool air hit my bare flesh and I shivered slightly. I felt him run his
hands over my mounds, kneading my flesh as though it were dough, squeezing my
butt cheeks together, then pulling them apart. I felt his wet warm tongue
caressing my pussy and lifted my hips higher as he licked deeply at my hole.

Then as suddenly as he had started he had stopped and his cock replaced his
mouth before I could recover from the silky cat-like licks. He moved in an out
of me, sliding his rigid cock back and forth. I hadn't been fully lubricated
and I felt his swollen member more powerfully in my pussy as he continued to
rock back and forth. I knew that had been his moment of delight.

"Just think, sweetheart," he had said fucking me faster as he talked. "Just
think, by tonight, Tyler's black cock will be sliding in and out of your pussy
just as I have always imagined it. God, I'm so lucky to be married to you.
Having a wife who is willing to help bring her husband's fantasies to life."

I hadn't bothered to respond. I buried my face in the bed as Ricky continued to
pound into me. I knew he was going to come soon as he movements grew more
ferocious and I felt him push his body tightly against mine, grabbing my cheeks
as he stilled his body. He had grunted softly as he pulled his cock out of my
pussy. I felt him move away from me but I kept my face hidden in the sheets
until I heard the sound of running water in the bathroom.

I faintly heard Ricky introducing himself to Tyler at the door but their voices
grew louder as they neared the dining area. Hurrying over to the tiny mirror
mounted on the wall near the china cabinet, I gave my cheeks a couple of
pinches. I smoothed my blouse over my skirt, quickly removed the apron around
my waist, and turned just as Ricky and Tyler entered the dining room.

"You know my wife, of course?"

"Yes. Good to see you again, um, Delilah."

"Would you like a cocktail before dinner?" Ricky asked.

"No, I don't drink on an empty stomach."

"Well," I said clasping my hands in front of me, "dinner is almost ready."

"The table looks wonderful and the dinner smells delicious. Is that lamb I
smell?"

"Yes," I said blushing like a schoolgirl.

Over dinner I wondered how Ricky was going to get Tyler to make the moves on
me. I was so nervous and scared that I didn't even enjoy the dinner I made.
Ricky ate with gusto and Tyler, even though he said he was hungry, was not
eating as ravenously as my husband was. The conversation over dinner was light.
Ricky mostly asked questions about where Tyler grew up, what he did after my
father died, and was he planning to make our community his new home. I sensed a
bit of reservation on Tyler's part; almost as though he wished Ricky would stop
with the questions.

Tyler inquired about my mother, wanting to know if she had remarried and if she
was in good health. After dinner, we continued to sit at the table, drinking
coffee. Tyler had declined an after dinner drink. I noted he wasn't big on
drinking... I guessed he wanted to make sure that he was in his right senses if
we tried to pull anything with him.

Finally, Ricky got up and excused himself. He mumbled under his breath about a
phone call that he had to make, leaving Tyler and me alone. The tension was so
thick in the room as we sat there not saying anything to each other. I knew
that it was up to me to say something, but I couldn't think of what, so I got
up and started clearing the dishes while Tyler finished his coffee.

At the sink in the kitchen I leaned forward, my hands resting lightly at the
countertop edge and took a deep breath. I thought my heart was going to bust
out my chest when I heard Ricky's voice behind me.

"What are you doing sneaking up behind me like that, Ricky? You scared me half
to death," I had said.

"Keep your voice down. You don't want him to hear us, now do you?"

"I thought you had a phone call to make."

"That was just an excuse. Didn't you see me waving at you from the hall?"

I shook my head no.

"I was trying to get your attention."

"What for?"

"I wanted to tell you to start making the moves on Tyler at the table. That's
why I left you alone."

"Start making the moves? And how, pray tell, am I suppose to do that. I don't
even want to do this."

"Don't start that again. I can't make the moves on him for you, Delight. Just
go back in there and just do something to get his attention."

"Do what?"

"I don't know, Delight. Use your imagination! Now go."

"Where are you going to be?"

"I'll be a little ways down the hall and I'll keep an eye on you."

"I can't believe you are going to actually let another man maul me while you
watch. This is sick, Ricky. Just sick."

"Please, Delight."

Just the way he said my name made me weak in the knees. I looked up at him with
pleading eyes, but it was clear to me that he wasn't going to back down now. At
that moment I wished that he could have been in my skin and in my head. Then he
would have known how I felt.

"Please, Delight," he said again but this time he took one of my hands and
pressed it into the front of his pants. I felt his erection right away and knew
without a doubt that just the idea of what was about to happen, turned him on.
I hung my head in defeat and made my way back to the dinning room.

When I entered the room, Tyler was fingering one of the linen napkins (my
grandmother's) that I only brought out on special occasions. I was planning on
using paper napkins but Ricky had insisted that I use the linen ones. I didn't
know what difference it made but rather than argue with him over something so
trivial, I just did as he requested. As I watched Tyler's strong black fingers
gently caressing the delicate material, I wondered if he would take that much
care with me. Then I realized what I was just thinking and shook my head to
clear my mind of such thoughts.

The next thing I knew, I was leaning over Tyler to get the empty coffee cup. I
didn't even realize that I had moved across the room. It felt as if I had
drifted upwards outside my body and was viewing a scene below. It was surreal,
whimsical.

"Dinner was very nice."

"Thank you," I said reaching for the empty coffee cup.

One of my breasts had accidentally brushed against Tyler's forearm. I glanced
down quickly to see if he noticed, but he showed no reaction. I could hardly
breathe. It felt as though a cherry pit had been lodged in my throat making it
nearly impossible for me to swallow. I suggested to Tyler that we move to the
front room and wait for Ricky to join us. I quickly moved out of the way as he
drew back his chair to stand up. My head was filled with conflicting thoughts.
I discreetly glanced down the hall where Ricky said that he would be watching
but I couldn't see him very well. I figured he must've heard me tell Tyler that
we would wait for Ricky in the front room 'cause I saw Ricky's shadow against
the wall moving forward to follow in our wake.

"The watercolors are beautiful," Tyler commented when I entered the room a few
seconds later.

"Thank you. I did them myself."

"Really," he said glancing briefly at me before turning back to the painting. I
walked up and stood next to him as he admired my favorite painting.

"I did this one several months ago when Ricky was away on a fishing trip. It
took me just only a couple of days."

"I'm impressed. What other talents do you possess?"

"T-talents?"

"What else do you do besides paint?"

We had now moved away from the painting and were sitting on the sofa. I never
had any black friends before, so I wasn't sure how to behave around Tyler. It
was one thing when he had worked for my daddy, but this was something else.

"Oh, I don't know. When Ricky's at work or away, I just putter around the house
or out back in the garden. I don't normally do nothing special, except to
paint, maybe."

I sensed his gaze on me and I turned sideways to look at him.

"Why you looking me like that?" I whispered, my eyes shooting away from his
unsettling gaze.

"I was just wondering about earlier today. About what happened in the store,"
he said and I noticed that his body shifted slightly towards me. I wondered if
he could see the pulse in my neck pushing against the skin. My heart was
literally in my throat. I didn't know how to respond.

Without warning he leaned towards me and put his mouth near my ear. I instantly
recoiled as though I was about to be bitten.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to whisper something in your ear.. I
promised," he added when he noted my hesitation.

Leaning towards him as he moved closer to me, I felt his hot breath against the
nape of my neck. It wasn't unpleasant. A hint of coffee mixed with musk
penetrated my nostrils as my nose slightly touched the top of his shoulder. He
was closer to me than I had first realized. I wondered what Ricky was doing or
for that matter, where exactly was he and could he see what was going on.
Quickly, I blocked my concerns for Ricky out of my mind. I knew that I needed
to focus on what was ahead now with Tyler. Forcing my mind on the now, I once
again leaned closer into Tyler so that he could whisper in my ear. A nervous
bubble rippled through my stomach.

"I know what you want," he said. "Or at least I know what your husband wants
you to do."

I pulled back and looked up at him. I opened my mouth to respond but instead he
captured it with his own. I sat paralyzed with my eyes opened. I looked around
wildly searching for Ricky and I spotted him not too far away giving me the
thumps up symbol as Tyler pushed his tongue inside my mouth. It moved around
grazing my top and bottom teeth before dancing seductively with my tongue.

A tingly feeling crept up my spine, causing an instant outbreak of goose bumps
on my arms. Tyler continued to move his mouth over mine, softly at first and
then without warning he deepened the kiss. It became more passionate. He
grabbed hold of my upper arms, bringing my body even closer to his, flattening
my chest against his. The kiss seemed to go on for ages and I couldn't even
begin to tell you when I first felt myself responding to the seductiveness of
his mouth. He continued to kiss me, releasing my arms and grabbing a fistful of
hair.

I felt myself growing wet and before I knew it, my arms had crept up and
encircled his neck. The intensity of the kiss frightened me, but at the same
time it aroused me. I opened my mouth wider and he drove his tongue deeper into
my mouth. I never thought a kiss could be so arousing.

He pulled his mouth away from mine and looked at me with deep longing. We were
both breathing hard at that point, trying to gulp up air as though it would
disappear unless we inhaled as much of it as possible. I didn't know what to
do. It was unlike anything I had ever expected. I never thought a black man
could be so soft, so gentle, so deliciously sensual. How utterly wrong my
perceptions were. I never expected soft kisses, but a hard mouth. I never
expected gentle touches, but rough hands. I never expected to feel deliciously
aroused, but fearful and expectant.

I looked up at him, wanting to feel his mouth on mine again, but he pulled back
and I knew he saw the question in my eyes.

He touched my face softly. My eyes, my nose, my mouth, and my chin before
working his way down to my throat and finally resting his hand on one of my
breasts. Both tips hardened. I hadn't been wearing a bra and I felt the
harshness of the blouse material rubbing against my nipples, causing me to moan
softly. As if encouraged by the sound I made, Tyler moved his fingers in a
circular motion around the tip, pushing the fabric tightly against my breast to
look at the outline. He whispered for me to look down and when I did, I
couldn't believe how large my nipple was. I watched as he bent forward and
covered it with his mouth. He sucked softly at first and then more forcefully,
pulling and nibbling at the tip with his teeth.

His other hand had moved down and then up, under my skirt. I felt him caressing
my thigh as he pushed me back on the couch. He released his mouth from my
breast and began gently blowing on it, causing my nipple to tighten painfully
against the soggy material. I moan loudly, enjoying the feel of his tongue
licking roughly at the spit-drenched fabric imprinted nipple.

My mind was in a fog. He hadn't even fucked me and yet the sensual torture he
had been performing on my body made me feverish and very lustful. I didn't know
when Ricky had entered the room. It wasn't until later after the fuck session
he told me that Tyler had motioned him into the room. All I remembered seeing
was Ricky sitting opposite the couch with his pants around his ankles and his
hand moving aimlessly up and down his engorged cock.

"Ah, Delight, if only you could see how beautiful you look laying there with
your legs spread wide and Tyler's black fingers moving in and out of you. Ah,
baby, you look so delicious. Fuck her now, Tyler."

"In a minute. I want her to enjoy what I'm doing to her."

At this point, my head was moving from side to side as Tyler continued to move
his fingers in and out of me. I don't know what made me do it, but my gaze
swung to the window and even though I couldn't see his face, I knew that the
McDermott boy was standing out there watching us. I threw my head back as Tyler
pulled his fingers out me and bunched up my skirt around my waist. I watched as
he stood up over me. I glanced at Ricky who was still busy massaging his cock
up and down while Tyler unzipped his pants and took them off.

He didn't come back to me right away. Instead he knelt in front of my parted
legs and asked me what I wanted.

"I don't understand," I told him.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Delilah?"

The shiny black vein-ridden cock that stuck out in front of him memorized me.
He was slowly running his hand up and down the length of it. I had never seen a
fake black penis before, let alone a real one and I was in awe. It looked
nothing like Ricky's and rather than be repulsed by the blackness of it, I was
fascinated and curious all at the same time. I heard him repeat the question
and I licked my dry lips before I answered back.

"I want, I want you to put it in me?"

"Put what in you?"

"God damn it, man! She wants you to stick your cock in her pussy," Ricky said
in an impatient voice.

"Tell me what you want, Delilah?" I heard Tyler ask again, ignoring Ricky as
though he weren't in the room.

Ricky never asked me before what I wanted. When he was loving me, he'd always
climb on top, take care of his business and then roll over after he was done. I
didn't know what to say to Tyler. I didn't think it mattered what I wanted. It
had always been about what Ricky wanted, so I looked over at him as though
looking for his permission or something.

"Don't look at him," Tyler had said, turning my face back to his. He had moved
now and was leaning between my legs. I felt the tip of him touching me and my
insides had started to quiver.

"Tell me," he urged gently.

"I did tell you. I want you to put it in me."

"Put what in you?" he asked.

Again I looked over at Ricky, who seemed to be rapidly growing impatient with
the both of us.

"Your penis," I said finally. "I want you to put your penis in my vagina.."

I saw him smile, showing me those beautiful white teeth. He leaned forward and
opened my mouth under his and kissed me forcefully. Then he released my mouth
and I felt his hot breath next to my ear.

"You want me to push my cock into your pussy, don't you?"

I nodded.

"You want me to put my black cock in your white pussy so that your husband can
watch me fuck you, don't you?"

Again I nodded.

"Then you are going to have to tell me."

"I did."

"No. You told me what a lady would probably say. Tell me what a whore would
say."

"I... I..."

Before I could utter a word, Tyler grabbed one of my hands and guided it down
in front of him. He wrapped my hand around him, moving it slowly up and down.
He groaned softly into my ear as he whispered what he wanted me to say. I said
it, but he wasn't convinced. I felt the tips of my ears burning. I had never
spoken with such vulgarity before. Sure it was fine for Ricky to say such
things, but I was brought up to be a lady and momma always told me that only
whores behaved in a wanton fashion. That women like us wasn't supposed to enjoy
intimacy. That we were meant to obey our husbands and do what they told us to
do. Yet here was Tyler, wanting me to behave like anything other than a lady.
He wanted me to ask for what I want like one of them whores.

It was like it was just the two of us in the room. I looked up in Tyler's brown
eyes as he looked down in my blue ones. All I saw was him and he was moving my
hand up and down over his cock. He was so smooth all over.. It was like nothing
I'd ever imagined. It was then that I realized that I didn't care who was
watching. I had blocked out Ricky's frustrated outbursts like I would've a fly
buzzing around a closed window. I ignored the McDermott boy; not caring if he
thought what he was watching was filthy or fascinating. I didn't care about
anything outside my immediate surroundings except Tyler and the way he felt in
my hand.

"Say it again," he whispered, sticking his tongue in my ear. "Tell me to stick
my black cock in your white pussy. If you don't, I'll just keep letting you rub
me up and down until I come all over your belly."

"I want, I want..."

"Yes. What do you want, Delilah?"

"I want you to stick your black cock in my white pussy?" I said.

I had heard a loud yelping somewhere behind me but paid no attention to it. I
looked up at Tyler and repeated what I said. It had felt good to talk dirty
like that and I kept saying it over and over again until I felt him penetrate
me with his beautiful black cock. He kept pushing and pushing, stopping every
now and then to lubricate his cock with my pussy. He kept his eyes on mine has
he pushed all the way in. My legs were stretched so wide that I knew the next
day they would hurt, like I was doing stretching exercises or something. I
turned my head towards Ricky and he was looking at us, his eyes all glazed over
with lust. The front of his pants was all wet and he continued rubbing himself
as Tyler began moving his hips up and down on top of me.

I don't know if I can really explain the wonderful sensation that I had been
feeling at that time. Tyler had grabbed my knees and pushed them up until they
were almost touching my shoulders. He moved his cock in and out of my pussy
like a man possessed. When he finally came he pressed me deeply into the couch,
emptying all he had in my body. I felt him shudder violently and his breath
against my neck was hot, raspy and uneven. I looked over at Ricky and the look
on his face led me to believe that he was very pleased with himself and with
Tyler.

I wished I could have put myself inside Ricky's body just to see how he saw us.
To sit there and watch a black man's shiny veined cock move in and out of his
wife's lily-white pussy. To sit there and watch a black man's balls slap
unceremoniously back and forth against his wife's round white ass. To sit there
and watch a black man stick his black tongue down his wife's throat; the same
time his black cock plow her tender white meat.. To sit there and listen as his
wife scream out in sweet agony for the black man to fuck her faster and harder.
How I wished I were able to be in his head, to know what he was thinking and
feeling.

That night I didn't come. My performance was more for Ricky and Tyler's benefit
than my own. And of course for the McDermott boy, whose ever-present shadowy
figure loomed at the window. I would later, of course, grow accustom to Tyler's
cock bouncing inside of me. In the meantime, Tyler had taught me how easy it
was to say all them dirty words without feeling embarrassed. I remembered that
half way through our fuck-session, he flipped me over and pull my ass up and
fucked me from behind. Ricky had never made love to me like that, but then,
that night and all the other times that followed; Tyler never "made love" to
me. He'd say that he was fucking me. Anyway, that first night after he was
done, and Ricky had crawled over to lick my pussy, I looked up at the window
and the McDermott boy was still there. I smiled at him and he took a step back
when he realized that I could see him. It's the game we play he and I. I
pretend that I don't see him lurking around outside. He'd act all surprise-like
when I smiled. But he'd never turn away. He'd keep looking and coming back for
more. As Tyler continued sucking on one breast while playing with the other, I
pressed Ricky's head deeper into my freshly fucked pussy while watching the
McDermott boy watch us.

After that night, everything changed for me. My attitude towards Ricky changed
and his towards me as far as our sex life was concern and he liked the change.
I began to behave risqu=E9 when we went out in public or when I went to visit
him at the office. But I was careful 'cause I didn't want to overdo it none,
and have word get back to my momma. I wasn't worried about the McDermott boy
telling anybody that he saw me getting fucked by a colored man. I knew he
enjoyed watching us fuck and to tell anyone, would put an end to the whole
thing. It was just as exciting for him,I reckon, as it was for me. I would
sometimes imagine him rubbing himself up and down as he watched through the
window. I wish I knew for certain.

As for Ricky, I was so worried about how differently he would treat me after
Tyler fucked me, and I realized that I didn't have to worry none, 'cause
Ricky's fucking got more exciting after that. We had made an arrangement with
Tyler that he would come over at least once a week for dinner, preferably on
Saturdays. We didn't want folks around us to get suspicious so we decided to
make up a story saying that Tyler was coming around to fix something or another
in the house. You know, 'cause folks living around us don't take to kindly to
blacks and the last thing that Ricky and I wanted was for them to find out that
I'd been weak with a black man.

****

"Delight. Delight. Now where's your mind, girl. Don't you hear me calling you?"

I snapped out of my musing to find that Ricky had stopped licking my pussy and
had his cunt-scented face close to mine.

"I'm sorry, Ricky. What did you say?"

"Tyler's ready to leave."

I glanced at Tyler and noted that he was fully dressed. Usually after Ricky
licked my pussy clean, I'd kneel in front of Tyler and suck his cock back to
erection. I always like the second fucking best, 'cause then Tyler would fuck
me longer even though sometimes my pussy would hurt a bit but I didn't mind
'cause I just love to watch his black cock move in and out of my pussy. Ricky
loved to watch that too and he would sometimes come over to the bed or couch,
depending on where we was in the house and kiss me or suck my breast while
Tyler was drilling me with his cock.

But now he was all dressed and ready to go and I find myself after such
thought-provoking memories in the need to feel his cock inside me again.

"I have to go," he said. "After next week I'll be out of town for a while."

It felt as though a cherry pit was lodged in my throat. I was surprised by this
and wondered what it all meant. I felt strange. I loved Ricky, but yet, it was
bothering me that Tyler was going away. I decided not to dwell on it. I got up,
put my robe on and with Ricky, and walked Tyler to the door. We chatted for a
few minutes and Ricky told him to give us a call about the following week.

For some reason I knew that we would never see Tyler again after next week.
Lots of things have done happen these past months and I owed a lot to Tyler.
More than anything I wanted to tell them both right there what Ihad suspected
for over a month but I just couldn't bring myself to utter the words. I knew
that I would have to tell Ricky eventually, but I wondered if he was ready for
the consequences of our actions.

Ricky never wanted Tyler to use a condom. Told him that I was on the pill,
which wasn't true. Sometimes after Tyler was done fucking me, Ricky would get
on top and slide his cock inside my pussy and ride me until he came. Sometimes
I'd be sucking Tyler cock while Ricky was moving in and out of me 'cause after
he was done, he'd want to see Tyler fuck me again. Those were trying times for
me, 'cause I wasn't used to the two of them let alone the heavy fucking.

I felt like a whore. I was a whore; my husband's whore.

During Sunday service the following week, I sat up in the front pew listening
to my father-in-law preach the word of God, damning sinners while at the same
time praying for their souls. I sat there in my Sunday best, praising the Lord
all the while thinking about the night before when Tyler and Ricky was taking
turns fucking me on the living room couch and being unaware of the show they
were putting on for the McDermott boy.

I was a whore all right; a hypocritical whore. Lying there moaning and carrying
on to the feel of two cocks taking turns in my uptight pussy. It was all good
then and it'll be all good now.

I decided to wait until after Sunday service to tell Ricky of our little
dilemma. I knew we would have to move. Go somewhere where nobody knew us. I
don't know yet how Ricky's gonna react to what I have to tell him. Thank
heavens I ain't one of them right-wing Christian fundamentalists who's always
preaching about the wickedness of the flesh. But Ricky's daddy was though and
momma, well, she'll probably say she ain't got no daughter 'cause the daughter
she raised wouldn't have brought shame on the family. Well, no need for me to
say nothing else. Ricky and I were just gonna have to move. It was the only
solution to our little dilemma.

*****

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