NOTE: This story contains sexual intercourse between a married white woman and a black man. If this offends you then please do not continue reading.
This story is intended to be shed some light on Angela who features in another story titled Angela's Plan. Reading that story is not required to read this story, and vice versa.
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It all began with a lunchtime conversation at work over mankind's original sin: adultery. It was somewhat like the opening scene of the movie Shawshank Redemption where a man had encounters his wife and her lover. However, unlike Andy Dufresne, the man in our conversation had killed them both and then killed himself — and the reason we were talking about Billy was because he had been an employee of our company.
"I never thought that quiet and introverted man could do something like that," said Ben, "He seemed so calm and gentle-natured."
"Well, he obviously had issues within. Killing is never an answer to anything," said Sheila.
"Do we all know how we would react when we see something like that. Billy was probably so heartbroken that he went mad," said Jim. "All of us can be broken at some point."
"Are you saying you would have done the same if you were in Billy's shoes," I quipped.
"I don't know and I don't intend to find out. Touch wood," replied Jim.
Sheila then asked me, "What would you do Matt? What if you were in Billy's shoes?"
"One thing for sure — I'll definitely not kill them or myself."
"Well, how do you know? Have you been in that situation before," asked Jim.
"No I have not and I am certain I will not be in that situation. Besides, I am tolerant enough to respect a woman's choice."
"Oh oh oh," smiled Sheila, "Woman's choice? How can it be choice when she is with a lover you don't know about? Do you respect 'cheating' as a choice? It's that betrayal that hurts a person, Matt. That's no choice!"
"You have a point. However, what if it was something that just begun in the heat of the moment? Maybe she would talk about it afterward? Maybe she'll apologize or want a divorce? I think I'll be calm enough to walk away and talk when things have calmed down."
Jim, who was intent on being a obnoxious, said, "Matt, I didn't know you could be interested in being a cuckold!"
Ben said, "That's very poor Jim. I'm outta here and back to work."
Jim said, "I'm out of here too before Matt decides to break my jaw. Sorry buddy, I was being a dick."
As Ben and Jim left I decided to be a little courteous and stay until Sheila had finished off her salad.
Sheila continued to talk about the topic, "So, Matt, I was just thinking. What if your wife's hypothetical lover was not an unknown person. What if he was your best friend. Would you still not get mad with the double betrayal?"
"That's tough, but I think I can keep my cool with that one."
"What if she was sleeping with a person you absolutely hate. Like that fat, bald and ugly boss of yours, James?"
"Ok. That will make me angry, but I think I can still keep calm at that moment."
Sheila was clearly enjoying testing my tolerance levels and continued to come up with the most crazy lovers she could think about.
"What if it was your cousin or brother-in-law?"
"Nope. Won't get mad enough to get violent."
"What if it was your local drug-dealer?"
"Uhm. Nope."
"What if she was sleeping with another woman? Say her best friend?"
"Definitely not!"
"Yay women-power! What if she was having a threesome with two handsome hunks?"
"Oh boy."
"Yes? That'll make you mad?"
"I don't think so."
"Seriously? What if she was having a wild orgy with a dozen badass men, say bikers?"
"Is that supposed to be worse than a threesome?"
"What if she was having sex with black men?"
"I would certainly see it in no different way from her having sex with white men."
"What if she was fucking a muslim?"
"Sex has no religion."
"What if she was having kinky bondage sex?"
"Nope. Wouldn't bother me."
"What if she was shooting porno or having sex for money?"
"Hmmm... I think I'll still walk away and talk later."
"I'm impressed Matt," Sheila said as she emptied her salad bowl. "However, I sincerely hope all this just remains hypothetical."
"I hope so too."
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That conversation with Sheila had created graphic images of my wife having sex with other men, and for some reason, I couldn't take them off my mind. The crazy part was that instead of being annoyed or angry, I was spending more time thinking about them and the visualizations were only getting more explicit and longer. I was beginning to wonder if I would enjoy being a cuckold like Jim had said. I decided to talk about this with my wife.
Angela, or Angie as I called her, effused sexuality from the moment I first saw her in school. We hit off immediately and we were married before we turned twenty. Our sex life had been amazing. My skinny, curly-haired blonde of German-Irish descent seemed to have a lot more sex drive than I could handle. She never said 'no' when I wanted sex and also initiated sex countless times. Her requirements for sex were so high that she had a vast collection of toys to take care of her needs as there were times when I would not be interested. We knew that kids would slow things down and it did. Now in our late twenties and as parents of two young kids, our sex life had slowed down to a near halt. However, with our youngest about to start Pre-K, we hoped the sex would be back to the pre-pregnancy levels.
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Angie listened to what I had to say with interest. She giggled and laughed at all the variety of partners Sheila had proposed for her. Finally, I told her how much I was thinking about the whole hypothetical situation.
"First of all, it's a good thing we have no guns. Second, you think you will not get mad if you - by chance - saw me fucking some random dude," asked Angie.
"Yep. I am sure I won't mind."
"You won't mind, or you won't get mad? They are two different things mister."
"Both. I think."