Chapter 1: Situation

My name is Robert, and I am a writer of fiction stories and novels. My wife, Bethany, who, at 28, is a year older than I am, was a college classmate. We dated for a few years, and then I proposed. Beth and I have been married for 3 years.

Beth is a college instructor, with a very boyish, sexy, pixie haircut, with a slightly darker skin tone, though she is Caucasian. She is always smiling and looks very attractive, regardless of what she wears, how she does her makeup, or where she is. She loves the company of friends, and she loves to attend parties with her friends. She will most always wear an attractive, conventionally modest dress.

In the evenings, I write stories for publication, and she either watches TV or will prepare notes for her lectures. We enjoy particularly good sex on the weekends, and she is very much an active participant with me. We love our sex life and our lives together.

Kimberly is Beth’s friend from college. She moved into our neighborhood along with her black husband, Gayle. Beth was surprised to see her but didn’t have an immediate chance to talk to her because Kimberly wanted to spend time with Gayle, who was leaving the next day for a business meeting.

Since Kimberly was new to the area, she found it scary to be alone at night. After the two friends finally connected, she asked Beth to stay with her for the night, as Gayle would be back the next day. The next morning, Beth came home, and I asked about her overnight stay. She said they had talked about both of their lives, since they had not seen each other for the three years after our marriage.

I said, “It seems strange for her to have a black husband.”

“She met him a few months after our wedding, and she fell in love with him. She said it’s his big, black cock,” Beth replied, grinning.

“How big?” I asked, out of curiosity. The next moment I thought, ‘why am I asking this of my wife?’ She surprised me, “It’s 9 inches long and 3 inches thick.”

“How do you know that?”

“Kimberly said so and I do believe it, since she then showed me a photograph of him naked. She whipped it out quickly and I didn’t get enough time to turn my face away. It’s true; I stared for a few seconds. She said, ‘Oh you are interested,’ but I didn’t understand what she meant by that.”

I didn’t understand it either.

“She showed me her photo album; it looked very beautiful to see her cute, white body alongside his dark body.”

That night, Beth was sucking me, and I felt she was thinking about something else.

“What is it? Where are your thoughts?”

“It’s nothing,” she shyly smiled.

“Honey, you know we are open to talk about anything.”

“I just thought Kim and I have about the same mouth size, so how could she suck a cock 9 inches long and 3 inches thick? My mouth is about to be filled with your 5-inch cock.”

“Maybe they were not sucking.”

“She said she sucks him.”

“When did she tell you this?” I was surprised at the intimate details they had obviously shared.

“She said it when she showed me the photo.”

“You said she loves to fuck him.”

“I think she said both.”

“Enough about them, now focus on us and give me your sweet pussy.” We made love and I got excited with the sexiness of my hot wife. She also enjoyed it more than our usual nights.

The next day was Friday and I went shopping for some groceries and beer. When I returned, I found that Beth wasn’t home, so I opened a beer and cooled off. Then I got a call from Beth’s phone; it was Kim.

She said, “Beth said you were working in the evenings and, as a result, you two are not going out together regularly. She would like to come to a party with me and Gayle, are you okay with that?”

I said, “It’s her decision, and I likely will be working in the evening. She can have all the fun she wants, but it’s her choice.” I said it without thinking, probably because of the effect off the beers I’d had.

I heard Kim say to Beth, “What did I tell you? He seems to be totally okay with it,” and then she hung up the phone. A few minutes later, Beth stopped at home, dressed casually in jeans and shirt, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Are you sure you’re okay with me going out with Kim and Gayle?”

Trying to remember what was going on beyond our home, I said, “You can have all the fun you want. Just remember, you’re my wife.”

“What does that mean?” Beth asked.

“It means you’re my wife, first. In the same way, I’m your husband first.”

She looked perplexed, then said, “Okay. Love you,” And she left. I didn’t understand her apparent confusion; I expected that, whatever she did would pass the husband test. I would always behave in a way to pass the wife test.

At 11 pm she came back. I could barely believe it. She looked very hot in a one-piece party dress. Her perfect body shape was entirely showcased for anyone to see.

“What happened to you?”

“I am very tired, I danced a lot and I am really dragging, so can we talk about it in the morning? Goodnight, honey.” She gave me a passionate kiss on the lips.

In the morning I looked at her questioningly. She shyly smiled and I asked about the evening.

“When I came back from giving my afternoon lecture, you weren’t home, and Kim called me to come over. She said it was important. I went to her home and I saw Gayle and his friend. Kim introduced the friend as Fernando. Kim had called me to ask for a favor. Fernando is divorced and they were all going to a party. Fernando’s ex would be there on a date with some other man. He wanted to show his ex that he was with someone hotter than her. Fernando asked me, would I do him the favor of going with him. I said I am a married woman and I can’t date him.”