Cora's Curiosity

by Just Plain Bob

Caution: This contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Blackmail, Heterosexual, Cheating, Interracial, .

Desc: : A wife looks to satisfy her curiosities.

'It started with those seven little words that send a chill up and down a man's spine:

"Honey; how much do you love me? I mean really really love me?"

You already know that, "Not enough to overlook what you are getting ready to try and sell me" isn't the right answer to that particular question. All you can do is suck it up and say, "You already know I love you deeply" and wait for the zinger.

In my mind I was thinking things like she had an accident and screwed up her car or she bought something hideously expensive that she thought I might not like. It could have been anyone of a hundred different things I could have thought of, but I don't believe that if I lived three lifetimes I would have thought of what she hit me with.

"I may need you to provide me with an alibi for last night."

"Why would you need an alibi for last night? And why would you need it from me? Surely the girls you were playing cards with last night could give you any alibi you would need."

"Well, the fact is that I wasn't really playing cards with the girls last night."

"But you always play cards with the girls on Wednesday night."

Well, not always; just most of the time."

"Maybe you had better just tell me what is going on here."

She looked away from me, then looked back at me and then looked down at the floor as she said:

"I've been bad. Really bad and things kind of got away from me. Then I got mad. Then I got really pissed and did a bad thing."

"Enough of this beating around the bush Cora; just tell me what the hell is going on."

She stared at the floor for several seconds and then looked back at me and said:

'I killed a man last night."

"You have got to be kidding me!"

"I'm not. I shot the son of a bitch three times. Twice in the chest and once in the head."

I sat there looking back at her in disbelief as she told me the story, but before I relate the story she told me I need to give a little background.

I met Cora in our junior year at Eastern Michigan University. I'd seen her around since our freshman year, but had never actually been introduced to her. I liked what I saw, but at the time I was in a relationship with Pauline French who had been my steady girlfriend since the tenth grade at Ypsilanti High School and we planned on being married as soon as we graduated from college.

During the summer vacation between our sophomore and junior year Pauline went back east with her parents for a family reunion and she never came back. I never heard from her again and all her parents would tell me was that she decided that she liked Maine and decided to stay there and finish school there. I was bummed for a while and I really wasn't fit company for the first couple of months of my junior year, but finally convinced myself that it was better being dumped now rather than after we got married.

When I came out of my shell and socializing again I was introduced to Cora at a frat house kegger. I asked her out, she accepted, we seemed to hit it off and we started dating. By the end of our junior year we were pretty much an established couple. Several of my friends tried to warn me off of Cora because, according to them, she was a bit of a 'wild child' and had a reputation. They told me that she had been known to have pulled a train or three at different frat houses and it was rumored that she liked threesomes and foursomes when out on dates. None of that seemed to fit the Cora that I knew so I discounted the information. It took me several dates over the course of six weeks before I managed to get her to make love to me. No way could Cora be like they told me.

Midpoint in our senior year I asked Cora to marry me and she told me that she would love to, but unfortunately she would have to say no. She would love to, but had to say no? I could not let that go without some kind of explanation so I pressed Cora for one.

"I can't marry you because of what I have done since starting school here."

The story I got from her was that she was brought up in a very strict and religious family and they had kept a pretty tight rein on her. She couldn't go out on a date until after her parents met the boy and gave him their stamp of approval. Not many guys wanted to subject themselves to that interrogation and vetting process and as a result Cora didn't date much in high school, so she was a little on the naïve side when she came to college.

She went out on a couple of dates with a guy she liked and one night he took her to a party at a frat house and he or someone else at the party slipped her a date rape drug in one of her drinks and she ended up losing her virginity in a gangbang. When it was over she was hooked on sex. Not only hooked on sex, but sex with multiple partners and so she did a lot of it. She went to the kegger where we met fully expecting to be the evening's entertainment.

"I met you and something inside me told me to behave myself if I ever wanted to see you again."

"If you were all that into sex why did it take me six weeks to get you in bed?"

"I didn't want to scare you off. I was afraid that if I gave it up too easily you would think I was a slut and would eventually drop me and go looking for some other girl and I did not want that to happen. Something told me that you were special and I needed to hang on to you."

"If I'm so special why are you saying no to my proposal? When did I stop being special?"

"You haven't stopped being special. The reason I'm saying no is that I can't put you through what being married to me would do to you."

"That doesn't make sense to me Cora."

"That's because you aren't looking at things the way I am. I've been had by over a hundred different guys, maybe even two hundred before meeting you. To each and every one I was a slut. An easy piece of ass. You are going to be running into a lot of those guys even after we graduate. You may possibly even end up working with one or two of them. Can you imagine how they are going to look at you and treat you when they find out you are married to EMU's gangbang queen?"

"It won't matter at all to me Cora. All I need to do is look them in the eye and tell them you married me because I could do for you by myself what a bunch of all of them together couldn't get done."

"You really think it will be that easy?"

"I do. Understand me here Cora. I love you. The you that you have been ever since we first started dating. What you did before you met me is none of my business any more than what I did before meeting you should bother you. When we met we both started with a clean slate."

"You mean that? You are really serious?"

"I am."

Cora and I married three weeks after graduation and had seven very happy years until my three months pregnant wife told me that she needed an alibi because she had killed a man.

"I'll need to know what I'm letting myself in for if I do decide to lie for you Cora. I'll need to whole story. All of it!"

She looked up from the floor and looked at me. She took a deep breath and then said;

"You do know that I love you don't you?"

"What I know is that you give the appearance that you love me, but given your tone of voice in asking the question I'm having to ask myself if you really do."

"Oh God baby, don't doubt it; don't ever doubt it."

"Stop beating around the bush Cora. Out with it. I have to know what you are getting me into. I lie for you and get caught doing it I could end up in jail sitting in the cell next to you. Tell me all of it. Every last little bit."

She was silent for a bit and then said, "Just keep in mind that I DO love you as you hear me out."

I said nothing and just sat there looking at her.

"You know my background; what I was like before I met you right?"

I just sat there silent.

"In all that I did before meeting you there was one thing that I never did. One thing I've always wondered about. None of the guys who had me were black. I've always been curious about sex with a black man. I knew a lot of girls who had been with black guys and they would tell me how great sex was with a black. How they seemed to have lots of endurance and could do it for a long time. They also said that black guys were much bigger than white guys. I used to listen to their stories and wonder, but no black guys ever seemed to be around when I was doing my thing. The curiosity has stayed with me all these years. Whenever I saw a black guy I would always wonder how big he might be and if he could go on for a long time like the girls at school had said."

She looked at me like she was trying to see how I was taking it, but I just sat there and quietly listened.

"Six months ago the company hired Amos Decker and he was assigned to my department. Amos was black and, as always, when he was around the questions were always on my mind. Was he as big as all the girls at school said black men were? Was he great in bed? Amos had been there about a month before he started hitting on me. I know I should have shut him down immediately, but I didn't. For one I liked the attention and for another I thought he might say something or do something that might answer my questions. I had no intension of ever trying to find out first hand. I did flirt with him some to try and keep him interested in me.

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