PART ONE - A little background
Relating a story like this is extremely peculiar behavior for me. I never considered myself having any ācreativeā flare or writing skill. What drove me to contact my now friend shooter3704 was simple. I needed to confide in someone, someone outside my circle of friends and acquaintances.
I am about to recant some events that transpired over the course of over a year. Events that began with the troubled relationship between my wife and me and conclude with nothing short of a crescendo. What you are about to read is true and put down in writing as a form of therapy with the encouragement of my friend shooter3704 also a writer.
Iām not exactly what went wrong with our marriage. Actually Iām not sure it was any one thing. Maybe it was just an accumulation of a lot of little things.
Iām John and my wife is Kimberly and we've been married for a little over two years. I suppose I would be described as an average 35yr old white guy. Kimmy, as she likes to be called, certainly wouldnāt. Sheās a tall lady, five feet eight inches, with a killer figure. She has a set of knockers that really shouldnāt be on such a thin frame, but it works for her. She has long light brown hair and a great ass. She takes care of her body by eating right and working out. Age is also on her side, she was only 23yrs old at the beginning of all this. I've always been attracted to very feminine girls, Kimmy is just this sort. She's usually in dresses and skirts, if she's in jeans; they are always the very expensive kind that I have paid for. In fact because she does not need to work, I finance her frequent shopping sprees. One might call it the price of a trophy wife.
It had always surprised me that with a body that men desire and women envy, Kimmy has a very limited sexual history, having been raised in a close and sheltered home. Before I came into the picture she had only been intimate with one other man, a long time boy friend from high school. If I were smarter I might have seen this red flag, but I was blinded by this fresh beautiful girl paying me any attention. I married the good girl as soon as she would have me, six months after we met.
This trouble I mentioned started showing up in the bedroom, if you know what I mean. I guess we did what most newly married couples doā¦we ignored the problems, hoping they would go away. Of course they didn't. Iāve since learned that problems don't go away, they have to be driven off.
Anyway, about a year ago we decided to take a vacation trip to Las Vegas and see if we could put it back together. We didn't put it back together right away because the first thing we did was shatter it completely
Sin City we have arrived! We were staying at a nice hotel. Nice and boring and full of boring people. Frankly, Kimmy and I were just about fed up with each other. We fought and argued on the trip there and during the first day and night. On the second night there we left the hotel and ventured out to other places in search of adventure. Our cab driver recommended a place and dropped us off there. It was off the strip, and obviously popular with a younger crowd, lots of singles and couples of all races, they were younger, mostly Kimmy's age. Most people in Vegas are weekenders from LA, who drive up to gamble or for a fight or something. That was the kind of crowd. The music was a mixture of Rap (fucking hate rap!) R&B, dance etc. It was not shoulder to shoulder packed, but it was quite full, we had to line up for a good 30 minutes at least to get in
Kimmy looked at me and I looked at her. āSo what now?ā she snapped at me.
āI guess we wait,ā I said. Truthfully I didn't give a shit one way or another.
The bar can best be described as looking exactly like the last bar/club you were in. I noticed that there were quite a few blacks in the place, but that made no difference to neither Kimmy nor I. Iām guessing that it was about seventy percent blacks.
I got us a couple drinks, and it wasnāt very long before Kimmy was being hit on. She was wearing heels, hip hugger cream pants, a fancy black tank top with beautiful red embroidery that exposed some of her wonderful belly and a little clutch purse. She always wears light make up and that night her hair was in a pony tail. She looked outstanding, and hot. I canāt blame the guys for trying. Hell I would have, too. Apparently two Black guys hit on her when I was in the Men's room, when I got back she was already dancing with both of them and had the nerve to come back to where I was standing and ask me to hold her purse. Actually she shoved it into my chest without saying a word. That was more than a little humiliating; it is actually difficult to talk about. The music changed to something slower...some R&B soul song, she stayed and danced with one of them and the other guy came back to the bar where I was standing. He introduced himself as Terrell. I never got the other guys name, so Iāll just refer to him as Jim. Terrell looked between 20-25; his friend could not have been any older. Both men were fit and a great deal bigger than me. He asked if Kimmy was my girlfriend, so I showed him my ring and said, NO. He just smiled and said she was a good dancer. I ignored him after that, it was uncomfortable with him standing next to me and besides I remember not being able to take my eyes off Kimmy and the other guy. They were dancing very close he was running his hands up and down her sides and almost kissing her, I can still remember him whispering in her ear. I was seeing red and was determined to break them up when the song ended, and they both walked back to the table.
Kimmy introduced him to me, but like I said I was seeing red and really did not hear her. I sat in uncomfortable silence as Kimmy flirted and smiled more than I had seen in a long time. Trouble was the music was loud and
standing across from her it was difficult to hear the details. After about 15 minutes one of them suggested going to a room where it was not so loud, Kimmy actually suggested the Tropicana which is a good cab ride from where we were. She told them she'd leave a key and name at the check in. Then we left. It was almost surreal what was happening, when we walked out to the
street to get a cab I still did not realize she was serious. Of course I yelled at her as we left. Her argument was basically she's done everything she could think of to try and resurrect our sex life, and based on my taste in porn she knew I was going to enjoy something like this even if would never admit it. Well, she was right about that. . Iām not sure at what exact point I stopped being pissed and got interested in what might develop.
āOkay we're all here,ā Kimmy said when we were in the room. āWhat now?ā
āMaybe we need to know the rules,ā Terrell said a bit nervously looking at me. Now that something seemed to be happening he got uptight. āWhatās going down here?ā
āNo rough stuff,ā I said catching the nod from Kimmy. āYouāll have to wear a condom.ā
āAnd no anal,ā Kimmy spoke up.
āHey, were cool with that,ā Jim said holding up a pack of rubbers. āWeāll play it like you call it, man.ā
Terrell moved in on Kimmy, and gave her a long searching soul kiss. Jim just stood there watching, unsure of what he should be doing. I had to suggest he get undressed. It was obvious that these guys were not used to working together. When Jim was naked, Terrell turned Kimmy over to Jim to smooch while he got undressed. Then both naked men stripped Kimmy.
While Jim and Tom may have been inexperienced they more than made up for it with enthusiasm and eagerness. Iāll have to admit I had a lot of mixed emotions watching this. I was jealous as hell, but it was also very exciting watching Kimmy suck and fuck the two black guys. Along with the rising excitement there was a strong feeling of anxiety, envy and some anger. It crossed my mind to question how my penis would feel in her after those two guys got through with her. Actually I was a mess of conflicting emotions. Also thinking back on it I was too restrictive with them. I know now that I should have turned them loose to do whatever they wanted to do. While the episode was hot and I enjoyed watching, it lacked certain intensity. That was probably because of my involvement
Kimmy and I both came away from Vegas with a renewed appetite for sex. For the next few months we couldnāt get enough of each other. Then it changed. Suddenly Kimmy didn't seem interested in sex with me any more. I begun to suspect that she was having an affair and I started to spy on her. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that she was having cyber-sex. I noticed she spent a lot of time on the computer so I re-configured the computer to hold everything she did in a cache file.
The first opportunity I had to check I was blown away! Kimmy was chatting with several guys in a couple of chat rooms. All the guys were black as far as I could determine. I sat and stared at the monitor feeling a wide range of emotions. None of them pleasant. I was mostly pissed, but didn't have a clue how to handle it.
I kept quiet for several days while I thought about it. I was pretty sure nothing had gone beyond the chat stage. I never let on to Kimmy that I knew what she was doing.
One night after a couple months of this, Kimmy woke me up out of a sound sleep to tell me about her cyber affair with a black man named Blackbone. Supposedly his real name is Marcus.
Kimmy was online with Blackbone and asked him if it was alright if she got me in on the conversation. The dialog that took place below has been edited for spelling, punctuation and some grammar, I have tried to leave as much of it as untouched as possible in order to maintain its raw honesty. This is how it came down:
BLACKBONE: I'm from (omitted) also looking for r/t. babe what do you look like babe? Did you send your pic?
Kimberly-mwf for r/t: check your mail...*s*
BLACKBONE: I'm already hot for that serious piece of fuckmeat you got stuck up between those sexy legs... my dick is nice and hard for you. OH SHIT... Now you just playing me. You know that fucking pose is gonna really get me going. I wanna fuck you so damn bad!!!!
Kimberly-mwf for r/t: *s* I NEVER send that one to anyone! I usually too shy! But I love the way you talk to me
BLACKBONE: YEAH...we gonna keep on talking too. We need to keep in touch and maybe sometime you gonna be ready to come down here with john and take a good hard fucking. I want you to be my regular piece of white fuck!!!
Kimberly-: You don't mind he watches?
