When I look back at how the whole business started I blame Karenkay. She is the prolific Literotica writer whose work is usually to be found on the Interracial pages. If not her, then it was the fault of my wife's little white poodle. Then again maybe no one was to blame. Maybe it all worked out as it was destined to do.
I was sitting at my computer reading, and enjoying, the latest Karenkay offering when my attention was broken by the most God awful barking and yelping from the garden. I leapt up and rushed to the window. There was my wife Tanya's poodle being well and truly screwed by the neighbour's large black Labrador. (I apologise, dear reader, for the rather predictable metaphor).
I raced for the back door, stopping only long enough to collect the garden hose from the deck and turn on the water. Then it was full speed to the fucking dogs there to spray them with water. It did nothing. Why should it? Have you ever fucked in the shower? Exactly.
My next door neighbour, Jim, was far more successful. Ignoring the stream of water I was rather haphazardly aiming, he rushed in and grabbed his dog by the collar, and by just brute force pulled the copulating creatures apart. Of course after such an accomplishment there was nothing left to do but hoist a cold one, which Jim who went into his house, dragging his unhappy wet Lab, brought back from his beer fridge.
Halfway through the refreshing Bud I had a terrible thought. I had left my computer with the latest Karenkay Interracial story filling the screen. My wife Tanya was in the house and if she went into the office could not fail to see what I had been reading. Tanya and I enjoy a busy and regular sex life, but any thought of kinkiness was not something which I believed she would either understand or accept. Offering hurried excuses to Jim, I gulped down the remainder of the beer and ran for home. Too late!
There at the computer sat my beautiful Tanya. It was clear she was reading the story. Before I could say anything she turned to me and said "What is this?" Nonplussed is an inadequate description. What could I say? It's a story about twisted couples where the woman likes being fucked by some black dude who's hung like a horse while her pathetic husband looks on. I didn't thing that would gain many points, so I followed Woody Allen's great advice, "when in doubt mumble." So I mumbled.
"Eh I'm not sure, what have you got there?"
"Jesus! Do you think I'm stupid? You know exactly what I've got. It is something you were reading before you tore out of here. So what is it."
It was time for some imagination. "I don't really know. I was just surfing and came across this story. It's clearly only somebody's idea of an impossible fantasy. It's only fiction."
"Keith, sometimes you really are full of shit. While you've been hanging out with Jim I've been reading this story. I also took the time to check the log-on history, and guess what? almost every day you go onto this, what is it? Literotica? site. So now I'm going to read some of these stories and see if it helps me get inside what passes for your mind. So just clear off and leave me to it. Go and have another beer with Jim."
It sounded like good advice so I, let's be honest, I slunk away. Hoping that Tanya would quickly get fed up with the stories and that after a cooling off period it would become a forgotten incident. Boy was I in for a surprise!
Jim and I shared a couple more Buds. Then I mooched about the garden. Then got the dog lead and took Tanya's poodle for a walk, which generally got rid of the entire afternoon. Eventually I decided that I would have to go an face Tanya sometime, and now was as good as any other time, so I returned home. Nothing. Dinner was ready. Tanya served it and nothing was said about the days earlier events. I may not be the brightest apple in the barrel but in four years of marriage I have learned when it is best not to say too much. Tanya made it easier by chattering about everything other than the thought that was pre-occupying my mind. "What was she really thinking.?"
The next day was Monday and so I was off to work and therefore out of any searching or embarrassing questions. Dinner that night was again a period of amiable conversation about the normal trivialities of our respective days. Tuesday back to work again. Tuesday evening the beginning of the bombshell. Dinner was over when Tanya switched the conversation. "Keith I want to ask you about that Literotica site." Here it comes I thought, now I'm in trouble. Just keep calm, don't lose it, I told myself.
"Yeah." I answered
"Would you like to see me in bed with a black man.?".
Nothing in our backgrounds could possibly have prepared me for that question. Again I dissembled. "Eh, look Tanya, it's just fiction. It's just the, you know, it can never happen in real life."
"Yes but supposing it could, what then? Would you get off on seeing me with another man, a black man?"
She was not about to let this go so I took a deep breath.
"Yeah, if it was possible, which I'm sure it isn't, I would get off on seeing that. That was why I enjoyed the Interracial section. So are you happy now?"
"Yes," she said, "I just wanted to be sure."
"So what happens now?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just wanted to know what you thought about the idea."
"Well now you know."
I went down to the den and settled down to watch the Toronto Maple Leafs lose another heartbreaker.
Life settled down to its boring routine. Never a word was spoken about black cocks, black fucking, Literotica or even that doyen of black cock cravers Karenkay. So I assumed yet another marital crises had been navigated.
It was on a Monday. I had arrived home at the end of a days work. I had barely time to get my coat off and hung in the closet when Tanya came dashing out of the kitchen. Dashing? Did I say. She was almost floating. Before I could ask the reason for this apparent elation she almost shrieked at me "Guess what?"
"What am I supposed to guess,?" I reasonably replied.
"Guess what I've found.?"
"I give up. What have you found.?"
"I've found a black guy who is interested in fucking."
Have you ever been hit between the eyes with a two by four? No neither have I, but it doesn't matter because I now know what it would feel like. I seem to recall that I staggered a little and grabbed at the cupboard door for support. My legs felt week, but there was just a glimmer of excitement as well.
"Wh...what do you mean?"
"What part don't you understand? I've been working through a bunch of interracial sites and been chatting to some other couples and I've found someone who is interested."
