Recently he'd been thinking a lot more about the idea. The genesis of the thought had always been there, he supposed, but he'd always tried to suppress it. But after having watched the movie - that movie - all the old longings - the needs, had come screaming back to haunt him.
John Talbot had been retired from work for several years now. Running his own business had been tough, but it had provided a good lifestyle for him and his wife. Lois still worked; mornings only, but it still meant that she liked to get to bed at a reasonable hour and this often left John sitting up alone late at night and watching movies.
It was during one of these late night viewing sessions that John stumbled across the movie. It wasn't pornographic by any means, just one of the normal adult rated "B" movies that the networks throw out for anyone that happened to be still watching in the wee small hours. The movie was about a suburban housewife that answered the door to a tall black stranger who's car had broken down. She was alone in the house and the film dealt with the relationship that developed between the two characters as the man waited for his vehicle to be rescued. There were no graphic scenes of wild copulation, in fact hardly a kiss passed between them, but the underlying feelings of mutual attraction and lust were there for anyone who cared to read between the lines. The movie had captivated John and rekindled his long suppressed voyeuristic tendencies. For as long back as he could remember, John had fantasized about black men. Not for him, of course.! In no way did he harbour any form of homosexual ideas. But Lois; well, that was a different matter. The thought of his normally sweet, conservative wife writhing in lust at the hands of another man - a black man - completely filled him with desire.
On a few occasions, over the years of their marriage, John had been drunk enough to suggest the idea to Lois but had always been met with a refusal. It had never been a point blank refusal, though, and he got the impression that his wife had just never really taken him seriously. She probably thought that he was just too drunk and that the idea would soon be forgotten. But the idea had never really been completely forgotten, just pushed to the dark recesses of John's mind only to re-emerge, more powerful, after seeing the movie. Now, of course, the same major problem had reared it ugly head again: how to broach the subject with Lois again and how to make her realise that he was deadly serious! This time it would be different. This time he would make it work. This time John Talbot had a plan.
Lois Talbot gazed back at her reflection in the bathroom mirror at work. A collection of differing emotions ran through her confused mind and she tried to assemble them into some kind of order. In a way, she now wished that she had never logged on to her husband's e-mail account; never read the message from Bob, but John had been acting very suspiciously over the last week; at least she now knew that her fears about him having an affair were groundless.
But that still left the problem with the message. She had never heard John speak about a Bob. She knew he corresponded with many people over the net, but this was different - he seemed to be asking this man's advice. The message was a little cryptic; no definitive references or intimate suggestions, but the underlying message was clear - John was looking for something in their relationship that she was not providing.
As she carefully re-touched her makeup and patted her shoulder length blonde hair she cast her mind back. Two years ago she thought, was the last time that John had made reference to any extra-marital adventures. It was at a party and she had been dancing with a young black guy. The music was slow and he had held her close and tight, his hands cupping her buttocks and his face in her hair. She had to admit that she remembered the young mans attention as being flattering - no, more than that, warm and sexy.
John had been drunk, she recalled, but his reaction had still surprised her. She had expected admonishment, but John seemed more interested in what the young man had said and done. Did he squeeze her ass? Did he touch her breasts? Did she enjoy it? Lois had passed the whole event off with a laugh and a joke but, in light of this recent message from Bob, she now wasn't so sure that her husband had been joking.
Lois had to confess that she was intrigued. She had been with a black guy once before when she was at college. It was nearly thirty years ago but she was still able to recall the time that they spent together - and most of that, she remembered, had been in bed! But how would she seem to a black guy now, she wondered? At forty seven she was no longer the young teenager that she was in college and who could do it all night.
Her body was still good, she thought; regular exercise and a good diet had kept her weight down and at 5' 7" she was able to carry her 36D chest quite comfortably. But she didn't know many black guys now. There was only young Chris who worked in her office and at only twenty-two years old there was no way that he could be attracted to her. Could he?
Lois shivered at the thought. Chris was a very good looking man and had always been friendly towards her - maybe over friendly? Maybe she'd ask him back for a drink, she thought - just out of curiosity!
John's mouth felt dry as his wife entered the house that afternoon. He jumped up as soon as he saw that they had a guest and shook hands with Chris. In a second John had taken in the young man's features; tall, strikingly handsome with thick black hair and a muscular black body that seemed to ooze sex appeal. They shook hands and John poured the young man a drink.
"Sorry about this guys, but I gotta go out." John said as he handed Chris and Lois a glass each. "Why don't you two have a chat and I'll be back later, okay?"
Lois looked surprised. Her husband rarely left the house in the middle of the afternoon.
"Oh, alright, John," she said, "how long do you think you'll be?"
"Not sure. But I'll see you later. Bye, Chris. Good to meet you!"
Chris nodded politely as John left the room and pulled on his coat in the hall. Very carefully, he opened the front door and closed it again. He could hear voices from the lounge and so knew that it was unlikely that this subterfuge would be discovered. Removing his shoes, he silently padded back down the hall and entered his den. This room lay adjacent to the lounge and he was only too aware of the crack in the connecting door. He didn't know if anything would happen, but he was determined to see it if it did!
With the excitement pounding through his body, John closed the door of the den quietly and pressed his nose up against the crack in the connecting door.
"I'm sorry that my husband had to leave so suddenly," Lois said as she sat on the sofa opposite her guest, "he doesn't usually take off in the middle of the afternoon!"
Chris sipped his drink and smiled back. "That's okay. Anyway it gives us chance to be alone together."
Lois laughed. "Oh, yeah, like we don't spend enough time together at the office!"
She looked hard at Chris, but he wasn't laughing. There was something in his smile, though, that sent shivers up and down her spine. He was a really good looking young man.
"Look, Lois. Lets not pretend, okay? I like you. I like you a lot and, since you asked me back here for a drink, I guess that you must like me too, right?"
