Bonnie was bored. Actually, Bonnie was beyond bored. She was ready to scream and start breaking things just to have something to do. The house was clean, the laundry was done, folded and put away. That night's dinner was even done, or at least in the crock pot cooking. It was only ten in the morning and all she had to look forward too until jack got home was a bunch of idiotic TV shows. Every day it was the same. She felt like an animal in a cage. She was stuck in the house, her only outside activities the Tuesday and Thursday afternoon card games and the Monday night that Jack insisted that she should go out with her girl friends. The card games were with a group of women who were just as bored out of their skulls as she was and the only thing they did was sit and bitch about their husbands.
The Monday night out with the girls was a joke and all it did was frustrate her. It didn't matter if she went out alone or with a bunch of girls the outcome was always the same. She would get hit on which made her horny and then she went home to a sleeping husband. She sometimes wondered what would happen if she did have a fling on one of her nights out. She had been tempted a time or two, but she couldn't bring herself to give in to the temptation. She loved Jack, had loved him from the first second he had approached her with his shy smile and introduced himself. There had never been a second of doubt that he was the man for her. So certain had she been that she gave him her virginity on their second date. But as much as she loved Jack she felt that something was missing from her life, from her marriage. She and Jack were in a sexual rut. The same positions, the same foreplay, the same words, the predictability of how Jack would act; it was almost as if he were programmed. She enjoyed sex with Jack, but lately it seemed to lack the fire of their early years together. Still, another man was out of the question - except in her fantasies of course.
Because of all her free time Bonnie watched a lot of soap operas in the afternoon and she fantasized about being fucked silly by some of the handsome male stars. One of her few secrets from Jack was the large dildo that was in her panty drawer. It had been given to her as a gag gift at her bridal shower along with a note that said, "For the times you are alone." She had been using it a lot lately, an awful lot. But even fucking herself with a fake cock while fantasizing it was some handsome stud was getting old. Lately her fantasies had taken a surprising turn. She had been thinking a lot about black men. It was surprising in that she was Southern, born and bred, and from a family that was as racist as it was was possible to be. To her folks Blacks were 'mud people' and had been put on Earth for the sole purpose of serving the white race. That it wasn't so was due to the fact that the misguided beliefs of Northern rabble-rousers and flaming liberals had upset the natural order of things.
"Don't you ever forget that Bonnie Sue. They are animals and it don't matter what you do to dress them up, they are still animals. You can put lipstick and a dress on a pig, but it doesn't change the fact none that it is still a pig. The same thing can be said about niggers. Teach them manners, give them a good education, give them a good job and a fine place to live, but they are still niggers."
So how in God's name had a girl brought up as she had been come to be fantasizing about black men? Was it because she had been brought up to think of them as nothing more than animals? She had seen animals mate and they fucked in a frenzy until they were spent. Is that what it was? She wanted a mindless, frenzied fuck that would leave her exhausted and satisfied? Then of course there was what was said about the size of their cocks. She had heard - what girl hadn't - about how well hung black men were. Was that it? Did she want a piece of meat as big as her dildo and figured she could only get it from a black man?
She had no idea what triggered the fantasy, one day it was just there. She remembered the day clearly. She had just showered and was lying on her bed fantasizing about Brad Pitt and using her dildo to get herself off when suddenly, from out of nowhere, a huge black man had entered the picture. He shoved Brad out of the way and grinned down at her and then he had grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head up to his massive erection. He forced his engorged cock into her mouth and then he had held her head in both hands and had fucked her face. In real life a cock that large would have choked her to death, but in her fantasy she had handled it easily and then she had orgasmed as she fantasized that the huge Negro pumped his cum down her throat. Since that day it didn't matter who she started out fantasizing about it was always a huge Negro who finished her off. Maybe she needed to see a shrink.
Bonnie didn't see a shrink, but she did mention it to her best friend Jean over coffee one morning.
"Hell sweetie, I'm no head doctor, but it is pretty obvious what is going on. Your sex life has gone stale on you and your subconscious is telling you to try something different."
"I couldn't do that. I couldn't possibly cheat on Jack."
"Maybe, maybe not; there is no telling what you might do under the right set of circumstances. Maybe all you need is a little teaser. You know, some necking and maybe a little touchy-feely."
"You know, let a guy feel you up. Maybe even give a guy a handjob out in the parking lot while he plays with your tits or fingers your pussy. You don't really have to go all the way, just tease and play a little. Get yourself so hot and bothered that you go home, wake up Jack, and then fuck his brains out."
"No way I could do that Jeanie. I love Jack, I really do, but something is lacking; something just isn't there anymore."
"Well then what you need to do is come right out and tell Jack that. Let him know how you feel."
"I could never do that. I couldn't tell him that I'm getting myself off with a rubber cock instead of his. He would just tell me that there was nothing wrong with him so it must be my imagination."
"Bonnie sweetie, you're just bored. Shit, for that matter so am I. Damned near all my married friends are too. Donna told me the other day that she is thinking of taking a lover because all Bill does is spent two minutes getting himself off and then he rolls over and goes to sleep. From what I hear Mary has all ready gone and done it; gotten herself a lover I mean."
"So what are we supposed to do? Just sit around and be bored to death for the rest of our lives?"
"No sweetie, we can do something about it."
"Next Monday night lets you and me find us a bar with a band and let a couple of studs hit on us. We can play around a little and see where it leads. Maybe all you need is to see that you are still desirable. Let some dude go gaga over you; do a little dancing and some touching and feeling and see what it does for you."
"Oh no, I couldn't do something like that."
"Why not? You don't have to fuck the guy, just dance a little, maybe swap a little tongue, just something to make you feel better about yourself."
The more Bonnie thought about it, the more the idea appealed to her. What the heck, she was going to be going out Monday night anyway, so why not?
"Okay, I'll do it."
Jean smiled to herself as she thought, "You certainly will sweetie, and I know just the place to take you." She said, "Wear something sexy sweetie and I'll pick you up at seven.
Jean watched Bonnie as she came down the front porch steps and shook her head in disbelief. "You call that sexy?" she asked as she pointed to the shapeless and drab outfit that Bonnie was wearing.
"No, but I couldn't very well leave the house dressed that way. Jack would be too curious. Pull around the corner and stop and I'll walk back and get the bag I packed out of the garage. We'll have to stop somewhere so I can change."
Jean pulled around the corner and a couple of minutes later Bonnie came back carrying an overnight bag. Jean drove to the near by Conoco station and waited while Bonnie went into the bathroom to change. She came out five minutes later in a short skirt, low cut blouse and high heels. "That will fire the boys up for sure," Jean said as Bonnie got back into the car, "That outfit will get you fucked in a heartbeat."
"Now Jeanie, you know that isn't what I'm after." Maybe not thought Jean, but it's what you are going to get.
"You can't be serious," Bonnie said to her friend as she looked around the place. The place had a band and it was jumping, but she and Jeanie were the only two white faces in the room.
"Of course I am sweetie. We have to check out that recurring fantasy of yours, don't we?"
"But I can't. I mean I couldn't possibly..."
Whatever else she was going to say was lost when a large black man came up to them and took her by the arm and said, "I've saved a good spot for you lovely ladies" and he started to lead them to a table just off the dance floor. Bonnie looked wildly around and saw Jeanie two steps behind her and wearing a great big smile.
"Here you go Jean, I saved you the best seat in the house. The first round is on me."
"Thanks Leon. We'll have Margaritas."
"You got it babe, see you later."
"You know him?" Bonnie asked.
"He knew we were coming?"
"Yes he did sweetie."
"But why? Why did you bring me to a place like this? There aren't any men here, just blacks."
"Don't let them hear you say they aren't men. I wouldn't be able to get you out of here alive."
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