NOTE: This story contains interracial sex and adultery. If such topics bother you then please DO NOT continue reading. This could be a familiar plot to experienced readers, but it is based on some real events in my life.
Also, Gators fans, please skip this one unless you have an open mind and are mature enough to understand this is just fiction. :-)
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Heidi was no virgin when I met her. Neither was I. She had told me she had had six relationships before she met me, and how all of them had been such poor choices before she got lucky with the seventh - me. In contrast, I only had had two girlfriends before I met Heidi and I didn't have sex with one of them because she was too conservative and wanted to wait until we were officially married. So, a year or so after college I ended up fucking that conservative girl's roommate and briefly started "dating" her until I found out that that girl just a town pump. That was as far as that relationship went. After that followed years of being single and many failed attempts on the dating scene. It all changed when I met Heidi at a volunteering event. We hit off immediately and soon started dating, and ended up marrying within a year.
Sex with Heidi was amazing. Everything seemed so perfect for us that we didn't wait to have kids. We were in our tenth year of marriage and we were going as strong as ever. It was all the usual stuff in a strong and loving marriage until an old college friend of her's visited us over a long weekend. The kids were away at summer camp. We were all drinking a little too much. Patti, Heidi's friend, blurted out, "Do you know Jerome is still single? Ever since he broke up with Emily after school, he's never been in a relationship. That's fifteen goddamn years. I think he's gay and not ready to come out just yet."
"You say Jerome is gay," Heidi screamed out in laughter. She laughed so violently, that she spilled her drink all over. She then continued laughing as she said, "Madam, I can guarantee you that he's not gay!"
There a moment of silence and then Patti said, "Oh my my MY!" She blushed as she said "You never told me that before. After Emily?"
"After Emily, of course!"
We all knew what that meant. Heidi had fucked Jerome!
Patti and Heidi didn't talk more about it - probably out of respect to me - and quickly started talking about something else. Jerome was a tall, muscular black man who was part of my wife's church musical group when they were in college. I knew he had dated one of Heidi's best friends from college - Emily. Heidi had even told me that Jerome would have rather dated her than Emily but didn't make a move on her because she had a stable boyfriend throughout college. Heidi had told me so many good memories and stories involving Jerome that in my mind Jerome was a nice guy and a good friend of Heidi's and nothing more.
However, I was suddenly very very disturbed by this revelation. Jerome's name hadn't figured in the list of "boyfriends" that Heidi had given me. What hurt me more is that I knew Jerome as a good friend of Heidi's but this aspect of their relationship had always been hidden from me. It almost felt like a betrayal. It hurt me in the gut for some reason. I couldn't say why. I really didn't care about any of her other boyfriends, but why was Heidi having had sex with Jerome bothering me so much? Professional insecurity, because he was better than me professionally? Was it because he had attended our wedding without me knowing he had fucked my bride? Did he know that I did not know, or did he think I was some weakling for having allowed him to be invited to my wedding? Or was it just because he was black?
Over the next few days, the topic of Jerome was starting to weigh heavily on my mind. Heidi had noticed changes in my behavior and kept asking if something was wrong. I kept brushing it off because I hoped I could forget about this whole Jerome saga. It didn't go away. I did not have the guts, or balls, to tell her what was worrying me.
One night Heidi insisted I talk to her because she was getting worried about me. I decided to just talk about it.
"Jerome," I finally blurted out.
"What about Jerome?"
"I didn't know you had dated him?"
"Oh my God. Is it about that conversation with Patti?"
"Yes."
"Well, I have told you that Jerome and I would have probably dated if he wasn't so god damn religious and feeling guilty about dating white girls all the time."
"That's what you had said, but I never had the impression that you may have slept with him."
"Oh, for God's sake," said a visibly upset Heidi.
Eager to not make this sound about Jerome I quickly said, "I'm just wondering how many you more you've slept with that I don't know about. I would have rather you had told me about this before he attended our wedding. I wanted to acquire him as a friend, but he seemed to have no interest, and it's probably the history between you two I suppose?"
Heidi was stunned and almost shouted back, "It is none of your god damn business to know who all I have fucked. OK?"
"Well, it is. You invited him to our wedding without a full disclosure," I roared back.
"Danny, what the fuck is wrong with you? He's a good friend and I invited all my good friends to the wedding."
"But you didn't tell me about the exact nature of your relationship with him. You did invite Nick, and I knew he was your old boyfriend!"
There was a moment of silence. Heidi walked away and grabbed a beer as she began evaluating the situation. "You are acting very childish. So, all you want to know now is how many people I have slept with, mister?"
"Yes. Just so that this Jerome situation doesn't happen again. I'm feeling very embarrassed and hurt. I must tell you I do not know why, but I feel that your full disclosure could make our marriage stronger."
Heidi sighed, "I'm worried what you'll think about me afterwards."
"I promise to not hold anything against you," I said.
Heidi paused for several minutes and then sighed, "If that makes you happy then here goes..."
Heidi gave me a list of her six boyfriends, Jerome and about four more men that had mostly been a result of excessive drinking. Immediately after the disclosure, Heidi smirked and stormed out of the room to sleep alone in the guest suite that night.
*
Over the next several weeks, our relationship normalized and we began to have sex again. However, Jerome was still on my mind and it somehow made me harder thinking of his big black figure fucking my petite blonde wife. Heidi could sense the extra hardness but never asked me the reason. She was just happy with whatever I was doing to her was producing desired results. However, after finishing I would feel extremely guilty.
It wasn't like we hadn't discussed about swinging or threesomes before. Those discussions had always been hypothetical what-ifs. This latest "fetish" of mine involved a real person - a person we had actually fought over a few weeks before. It was consuming me. I had to talk about it with Heidi when the time was right.
*
A few weeks later when the kids were out for the night on a sleepover at their friends' house I laid out the plan. I accessorized our takeout with her favorite whiskey and weed. Kid-free nights were rare and it always involved something special and ended up with sex, so Heidi wasn't too surprised to see me pampering her. I drank little and smoked even less. Heidi was happy to take on my share of booze and puffs. Once Heidi started giggling silly, I knew it was time to move the discussion toward Jerome.
I casually said, "You've always told me about the tension between you and Jerome, so I'm curious how you ended up sleeping with him?"
Perhaps it was the tone, or perhaps it was the way I had framed the question, but Heidi didn't mind talking about it. "Well, I was visiting Atlanta for a conference and he invited me over for dinner. At that time, he was living in a studio apartment. We had a little too much to drink. We kept flirting all evening and he made moves on me, and I surrendered. That's it!"
Heidi laughed and laughed after she said that. I listened. "It was good sex. Some god damn good sex I tell you. After that we went on a few holidays - sex holidays - here and there. Vegas. Vegas again. More Vegas. And Cancun too."
My dick was getting hard and my dirty mind yearned for more details. It definitely looked like Heidi and Jerome were more than just an one-night stand that I had thought it had been.
"So, you were dating him then?"
"I was interested, but he felt too guilty about dating white girls. I proposed a friends with benefits relationship, but he never openly agreed on that. So, I would just plan trips and invite him along and we would just end up in bed all that time," Heidi laughed, "His nickname for me was troublemaker!"
Heidi was now laughing hysterically when she said, "That poor bastard finally got over his guilt and contacted me for a serious date, but I had to decline because I had already agreed to marry you by then and didn't want anyone else. You are so perfect in every way, my darling. Even at the wedding he told me should there be any trouble in the marriage then I should call him first. I think he missed the boat on this chick."
I breathed a sigh of relief and felt immense love for my wife all of a sudden. It certainly seemed like her relationship with Jerome was all about pure lust.
"Have you talked to him of late?"
"No, not really. We've not been in touch since the wedding actually."