Saturday morning, I let Sarah sleep in and cooked us some breakfast. She finally made it downstairs around 10:00. She was walking gingerly as she eased into a chair at the kitchen table. She didn't speak until she had eaten and washed it down with a cup of coffee.
Finally, she looked at me and smiled. "Oh my god baby, last night was amazing. Can you believe I fucked the building janitor? And, before you ask, that is the first black man I have ever had sex with. I know we have never discussed interracial sex but it just seemed so erotic and taboo. It was a huge turn-on for me and I hope you enjoyed it, too. Please don't be mad that I let him take me anally. I was just lost in a cloud of lust and it seemed so right at that moment. And, can you believe how big his penis was? I've never had anything that big in me. I'm sorry, I'm babbling too much. Please, tell me what you think. And, please be honest."
I sat silently and looked her in the eyes until she showed signs of worry, afraid that I was mad at her. When I broke the stare and smiled at her, she relaxed and let out a long sigh of relief. "I thought you were incredible. I will admit that you caught me by surprise. I kept thinking the janitor was going to screw the evening up if he didn't hurry and leave before the "surprise" person arrived. I almost fell out of my chair when you stood up and took your jacket off. That was so damn sexy."
"But you got to tell me how you knew about him and the receptionist. That really caught him by surprise." A sinister smile crept into the corner of her eyes. "I didn't know for sure but you know how rumors spread around an office full of women. He sure didn't deny it did he?"
I understood about work place rumors. They are everywhere. I continued, "As far as the interracial thing, I was never opposed to the idea, it just never came up in conversation. Maybe it's something we should consider again sometime. I found it very erotic and you certainly seemed to enjoy it."
Sarah stood and came around to my side of the table. I turned sideways in my chair and she sat in my lap. When she looked at me, she appeared to be almost in tears. She kissed me sweetly in the cheek. "Thank you for that, Adam. I was afraid afterwards that I had gone too far. That I had somehow crossed some imaginary boundary that I wasn't supposed to cross. I love you and don't ever what to do anything that would cause you to question that."
I put my arms around her and hugged her close. "I love you and I know you love me. I would not have agreed to play our little game if I doubted, for one minute, that our relationship wasn't strong enough to survive any situation. I mean, isn't this exactly why we agreed to this? To enrich our lives and keep the spark alive. And that is what we are doing. The surprises and impromptu decisions it what makes this so stimulating."
Sarah laid her head on my shoulder and snuggled into me for several minutes. After a while, I eased her off of my shoulder and, gripping her upper arms firmly in my hands, I turned her to face me. I looked her in the eyes with a serious scowl on my face. "I am, however, very upset with you about one thing."
Sensing that she was in trouble, she lowered her eyes to avoid looking at me while I gave her the scolding she was sure was coming. With as stern a voice as I could muster, I squeezed her arms slightly and said, "Look at me Sarah. Look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you."
When she raised her head, she again appeared to be on the verge of tears. She looked at me with a trace of fear in her eyes. In my best scolding tone, I told her, "The next time you decide to let some black guy stuff his over-sized cock up your ass would you please let me know ahead of time so I can bring some lotion. My dick is one big blister from jacking off so much last night."
I held the look as long as could while she tried to decide if I was really angry. Then, I couldn't hold it any longer. I busted out laughing. Then she finally caught on. Jumping up from my lap, she slugged me on the shoulder. "You ass, I thought you were serious. I was almost in tears. Just for that, no pussy for you tonight mister. You can fuck your hand. I'll go find another black guy to fuck me."
She fell back into my arms and we laughed until our sides hurt. It's moments like this that reassured both of us that we are ok with our game and will never let anything change our feelings for each other.
At dinner the next week Sarah asked what I had planned for my "Friday Night Surprise". "It's only a week away, you know. Do you have anything planned?" Raising an eyebrow is defiance I replied, "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you now would it." She meekly agreed and went back to her dinner.
What she didn't know was that I had been thinking about it already. I figured this was a good time to spring my idea on her. "Do you remember when we discussed possibly revising the rules to allow us to see a person more than once?" A questioning look crossed her face. "Yeah, I remember that. What do you have in mind?"
A smile crept into the corners of my mouth as I answered, "I was thinking I would like to get together with Debbie again." An instantaneous flash of jealousy flashed across her face and in the next instant was replaced by a questioning look.
"Ok," she replied cautiously, "but why are you telling me this. I thought it was supposed to be a surprise."
"I'm telling you because I also want to change the location." Now I could really see the concern in her face.
"Why would you want to do that? If you take her to a hotel, there is no way I can watch and that has always been a central part of the game. Are we getting completely away from the rules?" I could detect an ever so slight trace of anger in her voice.