Anna was sitting at a table. Her husband of 12 months was at home. They were married a year out of college, she a BA in education and him, Jack, a masters in computer science. She was twenty two and he was twenty seven.
She was in a dark out of the way bar on a Saturday night. The smoke was thick and the juke box music was so loud the base vibrated through the wood plank flooring.
But this story started 6 months ago.
The marriage was a surprise to everyone on Anna's side, family and friends alike. She was tall, slender and beautiful. Athletic, popular and very sexually active. Jack, on the other hand was your basic nerd with little interest in partying. What he did offer, however, was his job at Hewett-Packard with a starting salary of $140,000 a year with all the perks and benefits.
Unfortunately, what was lacking was sex. Well, Jack was not a eunuch. He certainly enjoyed having sex with his beautiful young wife. The problem was that it never took him more than a few minutes, he was only in the mood once or twice a week and never gave any thought about the fact that little Anna was always left unsatisfied. It was not until the next morning in the shower with her little battery operated helper that she would finally find some small bit of release.
Jack was sitting on the sofa in the den one evening with his lap top, fine tuning on the latest programming project at work. Anna entered the room. She was wearing a short white tee shirt and white cotton panties. She picked up Jack's computer, pulled out the power cord and set it on an adjacent table, Jack was speechless.
Anna slid onto his lap, ran an arm around his neck and kissed his cheek. "What's going on?" Jack asked.
"What's going on is we need to talk." Anna said.
"Okay." Jack said.
She kissed his cheek again. "I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it." She said. I want to do something about it." She added. But Jack remained silent, a confused look on his face. She continued. "I'm going to take a lover." She said.
Finally Jack said. "You want a divorce."
"Oh no baby. I love you, I do." Anna explained. "It's just that I can't go on not being satisfied in bed." She kissed him on his mouth. "This is about me, not you, Jack. Please believe that."
Jack shook his lead slowly. "Who?" He asked.
"Well, I don't know." Anna said. "I'm in the planning stage." The two set there quietly for a time. "There was this guy I was with a few times in college. I might call him until I know for sure. Just temporarily, I mean." She looked at Jack.
"I think this could be a bad idea." Jack said.
"It's not an idea, Jack." She kissed him softly on his mouth. She pressed her lips to his ear. "It's what I'm going to do." She slid off of his lap and went in to the kitchen counter and picked up her cell phone. When she returned, instead of settling back on Jack's lap. She set on the foot stool facing Jack. She dialed a number.
"Daren? I told him. Yes." She said. "An hour, fine." She stood up, picked up the computer, setting it back on Jack's lap. She plugged the power cord back in. As she reached out a hand and touched the top of Jack's head, gently mussing his hair, she said. "It will be alright. I promise."
Anna went upstairs.
Forty five minutes later when the doorbell chimed, Anna stepped off of the bottom step, still in tee and panties and walked to the door. Jack just watched.
When she opened the door, Jack saw her raise up on her toes, obviously offering a kiss to the stranger. Jack couldn't tell who was there. When Anna finally stepped back, a young very athletic looking guy entered. He was well over six feet and must have weighed in at two fifty if a pound.
He was muscular, handsome and black. Anna took his hand without an introduction and led him to the stairs. At the bottom, she stopped and looked back at Jack. "I'm going to leave the door open." She said it very soft, gentle, almost apologetically. "I want you to be a part of this but please don't interrupt or say anything." She looked at him.
Jack finally nodded.
"And it might be better if you planned to sleep in the guest room tonight." The two went up the stairs.
Jack set staring at his computer screen for the next two hours. He couldn't really work. He just set there thinking about his young wife up there in his bed with a strange black man. Finally, he found the nerve to close his lap top and turn out the lights. As he climbed the stairs, his knees grew week and he almost turned around. When he neared the open door of the master bedroom, he could clearly hear his wife moaning. He honestly expected to find the two sound asleep. It had been two hours for Christ sake, he thought.
When he peaked in, what he saw was the black guy on his knees behind his wife. She was on her stomach, her head buried in a pillow, her ass in the air. She was fucking herself back onto this enormous black cock with abandon. Jack had never seen a cock that big and never would have believed his delicate wife could accommodate such a tool. But she was, she certainly was and seemed to be loving it.
It was then that the guy looked in his direction and smiled at him. He then pointed to a chair. Jack had no idea what made him enter the room and set down but he did. The man continued to fuck Anna and she moaned and hissed and fucked him back. Some ten minutes of that and he whispered to Anna. Words that froze Jack to his core. "You want me to cum in you again?
"Again?" Jack thought. Oh fuck.
The next words were even more frightening. "God yes." Anna said.
The guy increased his tempo, plunging deep into his wife with every stroke. When he finally went deep and stayed there, his ass muscles tightened, holding his breath, grunting, Jack knew he was seeding his beautiful wife. He also knew his life had changed forever.
He left the room and somehow found a way to sleep. The next morning, after rethinking the events of last night, he quickly dressed and went down the hall, looking in at an empty bed. It was a total mess, a sheet was on the floor along with two pillows. The room had the heavy thick smell of sex.
When he entered the kitchen, Anna was setting at the island drinking a cup of coffee. She looked at Jack. "There's more." She held up her cup and nodded at the coffee maker. Jack shook his head.
"Daren said you were watching." She said.
Jack nodded.
"I'm glad." She said.
"Why?" Jack finally asked. "Is humiliating me a part of it?"
"No. God no." Anna said. "I wanted you to know what I was missing. Why I needed to do this."
Jack got up. "I need to get ready for work." He went upstairs, showered and finally returned down stairs.
When Jack was leaving for work, Anna came to the front door following him. As he opened it, he looked at Anna. She touched his cheek. "I think I want to see a few other men before I settle on one to be with on a regular basis."
Jack lowered his head in shame. "Jack, I told you, this is not about you."
"It feels like it is." Jack said.
He turned to go. "Jack." She said.
He looked back. "They will likely all be black." She said.
That night, it was very quiet at dinner. Afterwards, the two found themselves in the den when Jack looked up from his lap top. Anna was curled on the sofa reading a magazine. "I don't like them being unprotected." He said
"They're not fucking you." Anna replied. She said it calmly. She never looked up.
"I though you said you wanted me to be a part of this?" Jack said.
Anna tossed the magazine aside and got up. She came to where Jack sat and settled on the footstool. "Not that part." She said. She waited. "I told you I had been with him before. Well, I have been with a lot of black men since high school." Jack's mouth was open. "I'm not sure what it is." She said. "I want to give them whatever they want."
Jack shook his head as Anna left the room toward the stairs. "I sent you an e-mail." She said. "Something you can be a part of. If you want."
When she was gone, Jack went to his e-mail and found the one from Anna. He opened it. The subject was "Can't decide."
"Dear love, perhaps you can decide for me. You have until morning." There were four file attachments. Jack keyed the first and it opened to a web page for a man named Walt. Just Walt. There were assorted photos, all of Walt in various stages of undress, all either clearly showing his enormous endowment or an impressive bulge inside of spandex shorts. His information said he was thirty one, six foot, two sixty, and had a 10" penis measuring 5 1/2 inches around. He was promising hours of private satisfaction and pleasure. He posted his latest STD health screening which was clearly negative in all categories.
The next morning Jack found Anna once again at the kitchen counter drinking coffee. "Why did you sleep in the guest room last night?" She asked.
Jack shrugged. "Are you going to be a child about this?" She asked. Jack was quiet. "I know this is hard for you, Jack." She offered "And I'm sorry for that. I truly am."
She extended her hand and her fingers lifted Jack's chin. "You are welcome in my bed whenever you want. Please believe me." She grinned at him. "Long as I don't have a date. That is."
"How can you joke about this?" Jack said.
Anna's face grew stern. She flashed a defiant look at Jack. "Two nights ago I had to call a black man to come to my bed so that I could get the satisfaction I need. Don't you fucking dare think I'm joking." She stormed upstairs.
At two in the afternoon, Jack's cell rang. He saw it was Anna calling. He answered by saying. "I'm sorry. For this morning."
"It's okay." Anna said. She paused. "So, did you look at the e-mail?"
"I couldn't get past the first one. It was just too depressing for me." Jack said.
"Then it's decided. I'll contact Walt." She said and hung up.
"Fuck." Jack said into the dead phone.
When Jack got home that evening, he found a note on the counter. 'Meeting Walt for a few drinks. I made the guest room up for you. Thanks. I will leave the door open. In case you are still awake'.
Jack looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was two forth-five in the morning when he heard sounds coming up the stairs. He heard the bedroom door open but not close.
