Vince opened the package he received that week from Beth Prods., a producer of videos featuring a 30-something tight-bodied white housewife having horny sex with well-built black men.
The package included two DVDs, each with its own movie, and a catalog flyer. Vince loved Beth. He had already ordered about 10 of her movies after discovering them in the adult bookstore he visited in Chicago's south suburbs.
Beth Prods' created slice of life stories that reflected a skewed view of middle-class America. The zero-budget mini-dramas played on stereotypes to offer insight on female sexuality and race and gender relations. The best Beth videos brought together amateur performers to create hardcore porn with an off-kilter honesty.
Vince loved interracial sex -- the color contrast, the white women adoring the stiff erections, the black men striving to fuck the living daylights out of the women. He especially liked the films with older white women with a hunger for black cock.
Vince took a quick look at a video that featured Beth and two black guys on her couch. It was a scorcher, but he was looking for something different.
The second DVD fit the bill. The write-up said it was a dramatization of a white housewife humiliating her husband by forcing him to watch as she screwed her black boyfriend.
Vince pressed play and was immediately drawn in. The blonde wife insulted her short, tubby husband because his pathetic bed-performance led her to find satisfaction elsewhere. Enter the boyfriend, a six-foot two, muscular black man. The lovers forced the hapless husband to watch their sex play. When hubby begged her to stop she got on her knees and worshipped her boyfriend's nine-inch cock.
Vince got hot. His five-inch dick rose and he broke out in a sweat as he masturbated. He enjoyed the cream-skinned wife's contempt and lust and the wimpy husband forced to serve a husky black man and his outsize cock.
One sequence caused Vince to blow his load before the movie was half-over. In it the wife demanded her husband feel the black cock. After a weak refusal, the husband obeyed. She demanded he kiss the cock. More weak refusal until hubby obeyed. Soon he was sucking the ebony dick as his laughing wife called him a cocksucker.
Vince was stroking along until a sudden close-up showed the husband licking the cock and teasing out precum. It dribbled from the black man's penis and the white man eagerly lapped it up. Vince's cock exploded, shooting thick spurts that landed on the coffee table, his chest, and his crotch.
After the earth-shattering cum Vince cleaned up, refilled his coffee, and mulled over what had happened. He decided it was time he did something earth shattering to his life. He would contact Beth and volunteer to appear in one of her cuckold movies.
A month later Vince was sitting in the middle-class kitchen of Beth and her husband John, going over plans for that day's shoot. John was principal cameraman and director though Beth did those jobs too.
"Vince, if you want to drop out, do it now," John said. "It's happened before. We understand this is a big step."
Vince assured John he was ready to work. Maybe I am a perv, but I'm doing what turns me on, Vince reasoned. The two men went to the living room and found Beth talking with Reggie, a tall black man in his early 40s. The four of them went over the thin plot and rehearsed the non-sex movement.
"Vince, sometimes the dialogue gets salty," Reggie said. "Beth will say nasty stuff, call you ugly names, it's not real, she's playing a character."
Vince knew all this from the DVDs but he nodded and went along. He had gotten to like the filmmakers.
Vince considered how his life had changed just since he contacted the couple. It was easy to find them as they listed their last name in the video credits. He called and Beth picked up. Vince kept his composure even though it felt funny to be speaking with someone he had jacked off to a dozen times.
"I'm a fan, I've ordered many of your videos," he said.
"Thank you honey, that's great. Is there a problem?" said Beth.
"No, the videos are hot," said Vince. "I'd like to make one."
"Oh, is your wife interested in performing?" Beth asked.
"No, I'm divorced. I'd like to perform, in one of the cuckold stories," he said.
Beth went into overdrive at that. She was contacted daily by white house wives, hookers, and would be porn stars. It was tougher to find a white male willing to play the cuck on camera. And cuckold tales were dependable sellers to a core group of fans.
Beth invited Vince out to view a taping at her and John's home. It was incredible to sit 20-feet away and watch as a white wife fucked and sucked off a black man. The lovers began by joking around but soon were engrossed in the sex.
Vince was overwhelmed. He sat down with Beth and John that afternoon and agreed to do a video if they gave him a stage name. They agreed on 'Bob.'
Now he was back, this time as a participant. The four of them took their places and John turned on the bright lights and got behind the camera.
"OK, folks, let's roll," he said.
Beth was wearing knee-high black leather boots and a slinky mid-length shiny-silver dress that showed off her curves.
"He's a friend of mine and he's coming over. If you don't like it you can leave," she said sternly.
"But I need to go to the hobby store to pick up some parts for my train set," Bob said meekly.
"Screw that stupid train. It takes up the entire basement," she yelled.
The doorbell rang.
"There he is now. Just sit and be quiet, you might learn something," Beth snarled.
Reggie entered dressed in pants showing off his cock bulge and a Polo shirt that barely contained his muscles. He towered over Bob who mumbled, "Hello Reggie."
Beth opened her arms and hugged the stud. They kissed, openly, fully. Their voices overlapped as they pawed at each other, 'I thought about you all week,' 'You feel so good.'
The color contrast highlighted Beth's pale body and white-blond hair next to Reggie's jet-black skin. After a few moments they stopped kissing and Reggie noticed Bob. "Oh, hi Bob, how you been," he said as he squeezed Beth's butt with one hand.
