It was Charlotte, we ultimately found out had caused all the trouble, but things can get complicated...
I had met Tammy in a small town, tall and blond at first she was a little standoffish but I won her over. Her family had some qualms with her marrying a man from New York but she was happy. Five years into our marriage I had done something stupid. Her friend and husband had been staying over at our house. Now Cindy could be a little bit flirty but I had put it off as something playful. However, with her husband out and Tammy asleep she had come into the office and one thing had led to another and before I knew it her nightgown was up and my cock was outside of its pajama flap pounding her dark haired pussy. It was a wicked quickie and was done in less than a half hour. A half hour I'd pay for for two years.
Somehow Tammy found out. I was cast out of the house, divorce was mentioned. Cindy's family and her family were not speaking, something which is really hard to do in a small town. During this time Tammy's friend Charlotte had come to visit with her. We went to marriage counselors and "couples camps" until finally after much groveling my wife took me back, on a trial basis of course.
In our second month back together Charlotte came to visit again. On her last day I drove her to the airport, chaperoned by my wife of course. At the convenience store Tammy popped out to get some coffee while Charlotte said to me that she was sorry that Tammy could be so unforgiving at times, and that I must have forgiven her for what she had done.
I looked at her and she made a face that said "Oh! No! I should have not told said that." I pressed her and she looked down and said, "Look I should not say anything but I thought you knew." I asked her about what beginning to lose patience. She closed her eyes and blurted it out "Two years after you got both got married Tammy had had an affair with her old beau that she had met when she had gone home to take care of her mother. Charlotte, eyes closed, blurted out the rest of the details. "Now you won't say anything. What is done is done." It took all my will power to drive her to the airport and not steer the car into a wall.
When we got home I sat Tammy down at the table, "You made me go through counseling. I had to live in a shit apartment, and even apologize to your entire family; meanwhile you had had an affair, and knew it the whole time." I said angrier than I had ever been in my entire life. At first she tried to deny it, but I knew all the details and threatened to call the man up right there and then.
"Please don't. It is over it was one time. He has a family now. Please?" She said in near tears. I asked what about me and all the shit I went through. "It was only one time for me also." I reminded her.
"What can I do to make it up to you? It hasn't happened again." She said desperately. I was sure it was not going to happen again, just like I was sure I was never going to cheat again, but I had to go through months of hell. Then an idea came to mind.
"Well if you are serious there is always..."
"Oh no! You are not going to bring that up? I told you no. It is wrong, perverted. Think of something else." She said actually backing up as if there was something dangerous in front of her.
I had had this fantasy of watching my wife with her long legs wrapped around a muscular black stud as he drilled her pussy and her sanity into the next week. I wanted to watch her scream things a porn actress would be ashamed of saying as he took her to new levels of satisfaction that I could only dream about.
Of course her upbringing said something else. "I will ruin my family if it ever gets out. Why not me and another woman, I might do that if you get me drunk enough." As tempting as that was I still had that fantasy of her interracial breeding.
Sometimes it was set in a barn. Her on all fours on a platform with nothing on but a thick leather collar chained around her neck. Several black men making her lick their assholes and balls then they fuck her for hours, at first she pleads for them not to do it but by the end she begs to be impregnated with their seed. Sick? Maybe, but it is what turns me on. And the more she fought against it the more I wanted to see it happen.
"Okay then let's get the counselors. What were their numbers?" Now she knew that she would have to be the one to go through all the public airing of the dirty laundry. She would have to be the "bad" one.
"Look! What if I just make out with a black guy? Would that be enough, maybe play with a dildo later?" I told her no. It went back and forth for a while but finally we agreed, she would give a hand job and maybe suck his cock.
The day arrived, we of course went to a hotel, out of town. My wife was nervous, so I had room service bring up two drinks.
She was about to start the "I can't believe you are going to make me go through with this speech." but she realized she was in the wrong. I had made all the arrangements. I had found through some swingers magazines a man who had the sort of cock my wife needed for her introduction to black dick. Me and the guy talked and he seemed excited to take a crack at a dyed in the wool small town queen.
There was a knock on the hotel room door, I opened the door and let Eric in. He was bald, muscular and tall. He confidentially walked into the room smiling. He looked over my wife and introduced himself to her. Tammy looked a bit uncomfortable and greeted him with the same politeness that she would use when inviting a salesman into our home.
"I don't think this is going to work. I can't go through with it." She said.
"Why not? What are you afraid of? Believe me I have dealt with racists like you in past, and have been able to win them over. Is this what you fear?" He said opening his pants and pulling out one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. Even semi-hard it hung there at about eight inches and looked far thicker than mine.
"I am not afraid." Tammy said, but despite her words her eyes kept glimpsing down at the man's dick. She turned to me calling me a pervert for wanting her to touch it. "But still I said I would and I shall." She went into her bag and got out a pair of blue gloves like one wears when doing the dishes and put them on. The guy laughed as we sat down on the couch. She took out a bottle of lube and rubbed it between her gloved hands making them shine.
I watched as she reached forward and grasped his cock. "Finally the end of segregation." He joked as she held his cock in her hand, then she pumped his meat up and down. Her eyes focused on it as it seemed to grow bigger and thicker with each stroke.
