Chapter 5: Selections - Aug 23 8:30 P.M to 11 P.M.
Well it's actually just a story of boy meets girl – who then meets another boy. Jeff did want to divorce her. But in the end he does not. The why is intended to be the obvious one: he loves her deeply and believes (correctly in the story) that she loves him deeply as well.
Do I find any of this plausible? Or morally acceptable? Do I think it's a guide to life for the rest of us? No, of course not. Neither was the plot of Moby Dick on which a good deal of this is based. That was a joke and liable to incite the readers who don't understand fiction or fantasy or jokes.
If you hate it then stop reading: NOW. (Good luck with that one.)
I find many of the comments impossible to understand. What exactly are you people talking about? For the record I am a white woman with no direct experience in any of this - none. I have never been in a sexual relationship with a black man and have no particular interest in doing so. I confess I don't even know (personally know) a single interracial couple. And I certainly do not know anyone in a cuckold type relationship, either black or white.
I do know of cases of infidelity. Some end in divorce, some do not.
I find it interesting that we have the word 'cuckold' at all. When a husband is unfaithful we don't say the wife was 'cuckolded,' evidence that the concept is based on the idea of a man's property right in his woman, and that her sleeping with another man is evidence of his powerlessness in getting his property back. Its day has come – and gone.
But what if a husband and wife decided to live with her inability to be fully sexually satisfied by him? What if she needed domination he could not provide? What if she needed a steady partner for that? And what if he was black? What if they loved each other so much that the solution of staying together was best for them? And just for them – not for everyone in the world. And what if it got truly weird (as the introduction of the BTS life certainly makes it)? What if the husband does benefit? Does grow to like it? These 'what if's are the beginning of an idea for a story. Just not a story for everyone, which puts it mildly.
Those who do not like the story are again invited to stop reading it (NOW) and are further invited to write their own, much, much better story. Just like I told Herman Melville! I await the results.
As to those comments: I am leaving them all in, the crazy ones, the personal insults, the zany observations. (To be fair there are a few rational observations, but very few.) Except for deleting the racist rants (of which there have been 3 so far.) They're just too weird. Anyone who thinks I am proposing that black people are morally, physically or sexually superior is invited to look up the words 'fiction' and 'fantasy' and then to lie in a darkened room with a cold cloth on their forehead.
As always, Enjoy!!
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The girls filed back in for a change to their original clothing. They were smiling and happy, chattering about the guys, about who had been funny and about whose hands had wandered farthest up their little skirts.
Jack gave up Kelly and I gave up Brooke to Eddie to give him something to do. Jack held on to Melissa. I made sure I held on to Beth. We stripped them again and started back with their dresses and skirts and tops. Of course with Melissa there were bra and panties to restore and Jack made a show of getting the little triangle cup bra to sit on her tits just right, feeling her up for a minute or so before releasing her. He looked over to make sure I could see him do it. Melissa seemed hardly to notice.
"I like this. This being in The Eight. I think I might stick with it."
I cupped Beth's ass to give him something to see but she just giggled and shrugged it off. I already had her dress over her head by then. Didn't seem to affect him one way or the other, but I noticed him inspecting Melissa's tattoo after pulling her panties up tight. Beth's was different, held it under the cleft of her nice round ass so it was hardly visible.
Once the girls checked themselves in the mirror, and checked and helped one another, we were ready to go back in. The next session was the cocktail hour and the selection process. The three of us guys would serve as bartenders and waiters.