We had been married for over seven years when I discovered my wife had a fantasy, or I guess you could have called it a strong desire. Or a fetish.
We met at a party in a small town where I had found a summer job. I was a senior at the University of Florida and was invited to work as a stable hand for the summer on a horse farm. I cannot say that I loved the work, but the money was good.
The first week I was there I was invited to a party for one of the hands who was getting married. It was a pool party at the owners house. It was a huge lovely house. I knew only a couple people there and felt a little awkward.
I was basically standing in a corner sipping a beer when I saw her. She was easily the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was wearing a little bikini suit that left nothing to the imagination. There was a crowd of guys around her all the time. I watched her for several hours.
Finilly I noticed her slip behind a hedge, so I followed. She walked to the stable area and entered a barn. I slipped around and came in the other end. She was standing at a stall looking at a mare with a young foal. I walked up behind her and I heard her giggle. I looked at the foal nursing and saw nothing funny.
"Hi! Why are you laughing?"
"Because you took so long to get here."
"How did you know I would be here."
"I have seen you watching me all afternoon. I thought maybe if I went off by myself you would follow me."
"You wanted me to follow you?"
"Yes I did. You looked like a nice guy I could just talk to, and be friends with. I hope you won't be like the rest of the guys and try to hit on me all the time."
"My name is John, John Mc Coy. What is your name?"
"I am Beverly Baxter. I am pleased to meet you John Mc Coy."
"Would you like to walk and look at the other horses?"
"That would be nice, John."
"It must be hard being so beautiful that all the guys hit on you. I have to confess that I would love to try to hit on you sometime in the future, but I just want to be near you and get to know you better."
"Do you think I am pretty?"
"Not really."
"You don't?"
"No, I don't think so, you are not just pretty, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. That includes on both the TV and movies."
She stopped and looked at me wide eyed, "Do you really mean that?"
"Yes I do. But it sounds like I am hitting on you, and I don't want you to think that."
"I do think that and I kind of like it when you do it so gently and sincerely. It makes me all tingly."
I just stared at her. She looked up at me and smiled. "You are a very handsome guy. And I think you are very sweet. Tell me all about John Mc Coy."
We walked and talked for hours. I didn't know when it happened but I found myself holding her little hand in my big rough one like it belonged there. She made no effort to pull away.
"She smiled at me and said, "We had better go get something to eat before it is all gone."
"I hope it is all gone."
"Why?"
"Because then I will ask you to go out to dinner with me some place."
"You are such a sweet boy, John. I will go with you any where you want me to. But you have to ask my father first."
"Really"
"Yes, my father, I am only seventeen. I have to ask my mother or father before I run off with a strange young man. No matter how much I like him."
It turned out her father owned the farm. We dated for almost a year before I asked her to marry me. I knew I wanted to spend my life with her. I was in the Naval ROTC and was going to receive a Commission in the Navy and go to San Diego for Seal training when I graduated in June. She said 'yes' and was my best friend and supported me during the training. She was always there for me, always had our little apartment spotless, my clothes clean and was a eager and ardent lover. She was perfect.
After four years in the Navy I got a job as a pilot for a large corporation. It was interesting work but it kept me away from home too much and hated being away from Beverly. Especially because she was pregnant with our second child. Her father offered me a job as assistant farm manager. We both loved being back in Florida. I liked the job very much and was damned good at it. After three years there the manager retired and I was named acting Manager. They hired a assistant to help me and haven't hired a new manager. They just gave me a big raise, so I guess I am doing a good job for them. Hell, I know I am!
Then Beverly and I went to a party at a neighboring farm. We knew the couple who ran the farm very well. There was a large group of people there. Bev and I mixed and greeted people we knew. Then I didn't see her. I looked around and finally spotted her dancing with a very large and handsome black man. They were talking and laughing as they gracefully moved about the dance floor. Someone asked me a question about our new hay harvester and bailer. Then Beverly was beside me clinging to my arm. I grinned down at her and leaned down and whispered in her ear that she was still the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She asked me to dance with her and we went to the dance floor. I am not a good dancer, I seem to have two left feet and in spite of years of Beverly's teaching I am still rather clumsy. We danced several dances and were leaving the floor when the large black man stopped us and introduced himself as Derek Patterson. We shook hands and he asked if he could dance with Beverly. I looked at her and she nodded so I told him yes. I went and got us two fresh drinks and returned to the dance floor. I didn't see them. I looked around the room and didn't see either of them. I walked to the French doors to the patio and looked out. I saw a couple dancing very close together. Her head was tilted back and they appeared to be kissing. Then I recognized Beverly's dress. It was them. About that time they turned and walked toward the door. He smiled as they approached and said, "You have a very beautiful wife. Thank you for letting me borrow her." Then he turned and kissed Bev on the cheek and walked away.
She watched him go then said she had to powder her nose and left me standing there holding two drinks.
I followed her and waited for her to come out. She looked a little flushed when she came out and I asked if she were alright. She said she was fine, I asked if she wanted to go home. She said we had to say our good nights and she would be ready. I walked to our hosts and made our excuses and turned to find Bev gone. I saw her talking to Derek. I walked up to her and took her firmly by her arm and said, "Time to go Dear." She looked at me and then at Derek and then headed for the door. I heard his strong laugh behind us.
I was royally pissed when we got to the car. She knew it. Nothing like this had ever happened before, I couldn't believe the way she had acted. I didn't say a word all the way home. I took the baby sitter home and Beverly was in her gown when I got home. I looked at her and went to her dressing area and opened her clothes hamper. I saw her panties inside. I picked them up as she watched. They were soaking wet. I held them to my nose. They smelled of her arousal. I dropped them back and looked at her. I was stunned, I could think of nothing to say. I walked from the room as tears ran down my face. I went to the bar and fixed myself stiff drink. I threw it down and fixed another. I felt her hand on my arm. "Fix me one too." I turned and looked at her. She said, "Why are you still crying?"
"The perfect world I lived in just came to an end."
"What do you mean. Why would you say that?"
"I can no longer trust you. I know if I had not been there tonight you would have fucked Derek. Right?"
"What?"
"I have never turned you on like he did. He will call you. You will probably go to him.. I won't take you back. I love you more than life it's self. You don't love me or your children enough to turn him down. I saw you kiss him tonight after you knew him ten minutes. Black males run one thousand times higher rates of STD's than monogamous white males. Just kissing puts your kids and me at risk. I can't take that chance with the kids. If you fuck him, well, the risk quadruples. I will have some papers for you to look at in the morning."
"I haven't done anything!"
"You didn't kiss him?"
"Well, yes a short kiss. It didn't mean anything."
"I guess it didn't mean anything to you. It meant something to me. It meant my heart was broken, trampled on, spit on, while he laughed at me. Because he knows he has you. And I never will again."
"You believe that don't you?"
"Yes. That is why my heart is broken."
"Oh! John, My Dearest husband I pledged my life and my body and soul to you when we were wed. I have never broken that vow and never intend to break it. I love you and I love our children."
"Beverly, I love you too. Put yourself in my position. What would you have done if you saw me get a huge erection while I danced with another woman and then saw me kiss her?"