Author's Note: I collaborated with a reader with this story. She relayed real-life encounters with me along with her own fantasies. I worked those into the standard cast of characters I reuse. You'll find some incestuous themes here as well, but it is mostly interracial. Here are her own words:
"This story is a mixture of reality and fantasy. The reality of a wife that has gone black and faces the conflicts of cheating on her husband and family. The fantasy of a wife should she choose to follow her lovers' desire of walking away from her family life. Where the line between the two resides is up to you. Thank you for telling my story..."Torrie"..."
Editing thanks go to Todger65.
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Chapter 1
Torrie watched her son, Eddie, get benched again at his high school's football home game. She was sitting in her usual spot in the bleachers with her husband John and several women from church. She called out to him and cheered for him, even though his playtime wasn't nearly as much as some of the other students. Torrie was still very proud of him.
Torrie was enjoying herself at the game, chatting with some of the ladies while watching the high school students play. They would talk about shopping, recipes, upcoming church events. Torrie usually went to church every Sunday. When Eddie was younger the entire family would go, but since Eddie has gotten older it's mostly just Torrie now. She was the youngest out of the group of friends. She was 36, 5'8", blonde hair just past her shoulders, and big blue eyes.
The weekend was going to be a busy one for her family. Eddie's football game in the afternoon followed by an event she and her husband, John, had to attend. John worked as an electrician for a power company and one of the senior vice presidents was retiring. That evening was his retirement party. Torrie and John rarely went out, so Torrie was actually looking forward to it. A couple neighbors and coworkers of John that she knew would be there.
Torrie sighed, watching her son approach, still in his uniform, head hanging low. She felt so bad for him. She knew how much he loved to play and how disappointing it was for him to get hardly any playtime at all. She was so proud of him regardless.
Torrie extended her arms and walked to him, embracing him, letting him know without words how proud she was of him.
"I think I played maybe 10 minutes that time," Eddie grunted.
"It's ok, honey! That's a little more than last week, right?" Torrie smiled; trying to cheer him up, her arm wrapped around his while they walked to their car. John was already there, waiting in the driver side seat.
"I think you were great," Torrie said, patting his arm with her other hand. Eddie sighed again, shrugging it off.
"See ya, Eddie. Hey Eddie's mom, mmm," Two of Eddie's black teammates said rushing by them, as Torrie was getting into the passenger side seat. Torrie smiled politely, nodding back to them, and got into the car. Closing the passenger side door, she glanced over at the black teens, seeing them look in her direction, grinning, one of them grabbing at his crotch, appearing to adjust himself. Torrie smiled again, pushing a lock of blond hair behind her ear as the car drove off. Torrie had forgotten about their blatant ogling of her by the time she and her family arrived home.
About an hour later, Torrie was on the couch, flipping through a home décor magazine when Eddie, fresh out of the shower, plopped down on the couch, laying his head in her lap. Torrie smiled, running her fingers through his hair.
"Please don't feel bad, you are doing a great job!" Torrie comforted him, placing the magazine on the table next to the couch.
"Plus your grades are great. Mommy is so proud of you," Torrie whispered into his ear, scratching his scalp with her finger nails. She placed a slow kiss on his cheek, watching his lips curl into a smile.
"I wished I could spend time with you tonight," she whispered, kissing his cheek once more. "But I have that event your dad wants me to go to."
"It's ok, mom. I understand."
"Good," she said, sitting up, "since you're out of the shower, it's my turn." Torrie tapped his shoulders, telling him to let her up.
"I love you," Torrie said, kissing his cheek as she left. Eddie said it in return, watching her walk away, thinking how amazing she looked; better than the other moms he knew. He watched her hips sway slightly, her toned butt in a nice pair of jeans. Before Torrie entered the hallway she turned back to look at Eddie, blowing him a kiss before making her way down the hall.
In the shower, Torrie tweaked a nipple of one of her C-cup sized breasts, the other hand trailing down her body with the hot water. She was hoping to have sex with John that evening. Usually they did on Saturdays. However, the event would probably tire him, so she'd have to wait until the following Saturday.
She found herself so frustrated with John sometimes. They married right out of high school, shortly before she gave birth to Eddie. He's the only man she had ever been with. Sex with John has always been predictable - missionary position, him on top huffing and puffing for a few minutes while wearing a condom, then it ending. There was never any foreplay, no fellatio, cunnilingus, or even long make out session. It was all very bland, but aside from a modest dildo she kept in her top drawer, he was all she had.
Torrie was casually rubbing her clit, wishing she brought the dildo in the shower with her, angry that there'd be no sex that night, and annoyed with John. Right as she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan the images of the black boys at Eddie's game popped into her mind, them looking at her, smiling, one of them grabbing his crotch. She was shaken out of her trance when John entered the bathroom, slightly startling her. He was looking for his shoes. They said nothing to each other, Torrie watching him leave through the fogged up glass shower door. She felt guilty for briefly thinking of those black kids, but even more frustrated at John. "Why couldn't you get in the shower with me?" she asked herself.
"Ok honey, you have a wonderful night," she told her son, kissing him on the lips, wiping his mouth, noticing him blush. Torrie, deep down, loved making her baby boy blush. Assuming most boys had a crush on their mom, she thought he might have a crush on her, but didn't mind, as he was leaving for college in a year. Torrie figured extra affection and quality time together would be a good thing before he leaves. She headed out the door with John.
The event was at an upscale hotel banquet hall. There was dinner first, a few speeches given, the retiring senior vice president gave his thank you's and farewells, followed by the dance floor opening and the DJ starting his music.
Torrie stuck close to John, sipping her wine, chatting with a few neighbors that were also coworkers of her husband, and having a decent enough time. John was laughing with a neighbor about something and there was a slight lull in the conversion. Torrie took another sip of wine and glanced around the room, doing a double take and a blush when something interesting caught her eye.
A large, hulking, African-American was several yards away smiling softly at her. He nodded when their eyes met, causing Torrie to blush. She took another sip continuing her conversation with a neighbor. She noticed the black man looking at her again, a few minutes later. Torrie looked around at the people she was with, the women were all older, and there were no other women in her age group on that side of the wall. She couldn't fathom that this man was checking her out. She was wearing a fairly modest, long dress and showing no cleavage. While she didn't need to wear a ton of makeup, she wasn't overdoing it with the eye shadow. Her hair wasn't done at a stylists, it was hanging down like it normally does. She glanced over and the people the black man were with had left, leaving him alone, he nodded goodbye to them and turned his attention back to Torrie. He nodded at her, causing her heart rate to increase. Torrie nodded back awkwardly.
As the night progressed, Torrie continued to drink and stick close to her husband. At 10pm he received a phone call.
"Hey. We have to leave. I just got a call a line is down." John told Torrie.
"Leave? Wait, are you on call tonight?" Torrie asked, the annoyance already setting in.
