Note: This is my first story with no connection to the real world. My Kudos to Penitence for giving me the starting premise.
I met Olivia in college. She was dating the star runningback and I was the nerd in the core curriculum science class that she forgot about the instant the class was over. I remembered her! She had gorgeous auburn hair that fell across her back like waves of the waterfall, a smile that could stop a charging elephant, and a figure to die for with large teardrop breasts that I desperately wanted to cup in my hands. She had her sights on Akuna Thule, an African immigrant given a football scholarship, and no doubt his talented hands could find their way all over her body. It probably helped that they were both social work majors and I was studying accounting, but that difference was what brought her back into my life five years later.
She came to me to have her taxes done. I recognized her immediately. "Liv? It is good to see you again. Thank you for bringing your taxes to me. I did not think you would remember me."
She said, "I am sorry. Have we met?"
I thought she might be throwing some business to an old classmate. "Yes, I'm Dave. We were classmates together back in college. I thought you might have seen my advertisement in the paper."
"I did," she said, "I saw you had a fifty dollar off special for new customers. I am sorry, but I don't remember you at all."
My hopes that the seductive beauty might have been harboring a crush on me dashed, I said, "Oh, Okay. We took Professor Ferguson's Introductory Biology together. Remember how she said that females always go after the males with the most impressive display and then pointed to the most muscular guy in the classroom and we all laughed?" Once we got to reminiscing about our mutual alma mater, we hit it off and I talked her into the date that I never got in college. The relationship built and grew and eventually I asked her to marry me.
We had a happy marriage, but it never seemed that exciting to her. I loved Liv, but got the impression that she wanted something more. I am the staid stable man that you marry to pay the bills, not for passionate sex. While Olivia was a poor compassionate social worker that relies on a stable man, because she has seen too many women marry for passion and then tossed aside.
If our relationship lacked excitement, I suspected deep inside that it had to do with my penis. Let's face it. A four inch penis does not excite women. I tried to compensate manually, orally, seductively anything that will make her orgasm better or more often, but nothing did the trick. She lost interest and I gave up trying.
We both took to internet porn and masturbation to satisfy those urges. I was too embarrassed to admit that I was satisfying myself on the internet when I had the most beautiful woman in the world in the next room, so I would follow her viewing history often looking at the same sites just minutes after she did and I discovered something; She liked big cocks. More specifically, she liked Black cock. As I looked at picture after picture of big Black cock sliding into pretty White women, I spent as much time admiring the Black men as she did. After all that was what she was looking at and following her history links kept my viewing patterns along the same line. I would not have to admit the embarrassing fact that I knew I was not the type that she really wanted. There were other sites that she enjoyed for a bit of variety; vanilla, BDSM sites, feminization, a bit of everything, but she always came back to interracial porn and so did I.
I even began to discover that I preferred when the next site on the list was interracial, even gay interracial with buff Black men worshipped by little White boys. It somehow seemed heterosexual in an odd sort of way for an effeminate White man to be kneeling in service to one of those huge cocks. She never looked at White gay sites. It was always the Black ones and I learned to like them also.
Then a flier at her office changed our life. Someone had posted a flier about how Dr. Akuna Thule was doing a seminar on "Success in a Class Structured Culture: How We can Rise above Sex and Race to A Better Life." Of course, Olivia was excited. This was her ex-boyfriend and a topic that interested her. She wanted to discover what he was working on that could help her clients, poor women and minorities do better.
I wanted to stay as far away from this seminar as possible. I had a suspicion that she still lusted after the former athlete and the last thing I wanted to know was that he was successful or worse that he continued to work out and Liv might still lust after a muscular athletic body. I resisted, but she said she was going and the last thing I wanted to do was leave her alone with her ex-boyfriend, so I went along as well.
I was surprised by how many people were in attendance and how many were typical suburban White couples. I thought this was being advertised at social service agencies, but the audience seemed relatively affluent and Caucasian. I even saw a couple who owned a competing accounting firm. I shrugged. I didn't suppose many single mothers applying for SNAP benefits would be interested in hearing an academic lecture on class in America. I looked to the back of the room to find a seat, but Olivia pulled me down front and center.
Out came Akuna and he was just as handsome as I remember him with rugged good looks, chiseled jaw covered with a thin neatly trimmed goatee and hard muscles that looked like he had just come from the gym. Any hope that he might have let himself go as he did his post-graduate work was lost. Olivia gave a little gasp as she saw him walk into the auditorium and I looked at her to see a bit of flush in her pale cheeks. She leaned forward, eager to see her ex.
A twinge of jealousy went through my heart as I doubt she ever responded to me in quite the same way. Unfortunately, it was too late to get her out of there. I had to settle in for the ride. I took her hand to remind her that she was seated next to her husband or perhaps to be comforted by the fact that she was still my wife. I am not certain which.
