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 (MF, wife, intr)

   Bored with their sex life, a couple explores their sexual horizons.  ***

   Allison fought off butterflies in her stomach as she walked into the
bar, holding her husband's hand.  She wasn't even sure anything would
happen tonight, the man she had been emailing back and forth with for the
past week could be a no-show or a complete fake.  The fact that things had
even gotten this far was enough to cause her head to spin.  She knew there
were other couples out there into this sort of thing but had never imagined
herself being one of them, or her husband Chris for that matter.

   Tonight had been his idea, but she knew it was she that had given him
the green-light to even suggest the idea.  After seven years of marriage
their sex life had gotten to be repetitive and infrequent.  Her closest
friend had suggested she bring home and adult DVD one night to spice things
up.  It had, the sex that night had been better than it had in years. 
Before long it became a regular thing for them, to the extent that they
bought a rental membership at a local adult book store.

   At first the relatively mainstream couples titles with glitzy production
were their mainstays, but a trip to the store a few months back had changed
their lives forever.  She was browsing the new release rack when Chris
motioned her over to him.  She rounded the corner to a part of the store
she had never browsed, noticing that he was in the "interracial" section.

   "Wow.  Now that's something different." She said, gazing at box after
box with muscular black men and usually blonde women on the covers.  There
had been a few interracial scenes in the movies they had rented previously,
and she had been always been turned on by those scenes.  but the sheer
number of titles in this section came as a bit of a surprise to her.



   "I thought we might try something a little kinkier this time." Chris
replied.



   Allison though she detected a nervous tremble in his voice, like he had
been thinking about this for some time but just now got up the nerve to
suggest it.  She picked up a box with young looking women paired off with
black men with unbelievably large cocks.  "Does this turn you on?" She
asked, intrigued by his nervousness on the matter.



   "A little."



   That nervous quiver again, from a person she had never seen be nervous
in his entire life.  She suddenly wanted to see where this could lead,
glancing down the rack for some different titles.  One called White Wives
with Black Guys caught her eye.  This one sported women who looked to be in
their thirties, some of them wearing wedding rings, with an assortment of
black studs.  She picked it out handed it to Chris.  "How about that one?"



   "That one looks good."

   That was all that her usually talkative husband said, but the excitement
in his voice spoke volumes.  "Well that settles it then."



   Checking out that night had been a little odd.  They had been to that
store together several times and knew the clerk.  When he saw the title he
made no comment, but it was hard to miss the slight grin that crossed his
face.  You could tell he had seen this sort of thing from couples before.



   The sex that night had been incredible.  Usually when they rented movies
they only made it through the first couple scenes before their lovemaking
ended and they switched off the TV.  That night they had fucked twice,
letting the movie play all the way through as they either fucked or cuddled
together on the bed.  They didn't talk about the movie at first, but later
that week when Chris returned from taking it back to the video store be
brought home two similar DVDs.  Their lovemaking had been just as intense
with those DVDs.



   For the next few weeks by an unspoken agreement interracial porn was all
they watched.  Even when they went to pick movies out together Allison
would head straight to the interracial section once they got to the store.
Though it had started with Chris, it was becoming a bit of an obsession
with her as well.  She had never dated a black man, much less seen one
naked, and the sight of the large black shafts contrasted against the pale
skin of the white girls in the videos was erotic.  She had begun to
fantasize about what it must feel like, having someone 9 or 10 inches long
inside of you.  Sex with Chris and the few guys she had been with before
him had been good, but she could only wonder what else there was to
experience.



   She had also started to notice the appreciative glances she was getting
from a few of the black men that were in the store from time to time. 
Seeing a woman in the store was not unusual, but seeing a white woman
openly browsing the interracial aisle was a different matter.  She had even
smiled to one particularly attractive man one night, but almost panicked
when it looked like he was going to walk over and talk to her.  It was only
Chris walking up with a movie for her to see that had caused him to turn
away at the last second.  Nevertheless, fantasies about what might had
happened had she been in there by herself filled her mind as they made love
that night.



   It was while they were laying there in bed recovering from their most
intense sex yet that Allsion brought up the subject that would change their
lives together.  The last scene of the DVD had just started, with a
voluptuous redhead giving a blowjob to the black repairman after her
fictional husband had left for work.



   "What would you do if I ever did something like that?"



   He looked over at her with a surprised look on his face.  "I guess that
all depends.  You haven't, have you?" He said, teasingly.



   "Of course not!" She laughed, hitting him with a pillow playfully before
rolling over on top of him and kissing him for a few minutes.

   "Have you ever thought about it?" He asked when their lips parted.  She
detected that nervous tremble back in his voice.



   She had never lied to him before, but almost did it now.  Instead she
told him the truth.  "Yes, a little." Well, mostly the truth.  In reality
she had fantasized about it quite a lot these past few weeks.  She felt him
begin to harden under her as she straddled him.  She began to feel nervous
now that the topic had been brought up verbally.  Chris' growing erection
gave her the green light to go further.  "Do you ever think about me
fucking a black guy?" She had never talked like that around him before, and
was almost surprised the words came out of her mouth.  She suddenly felt
that Chris was going to freak out and kick her out of bed.



   Instead his only response was to nod yes, but his cock suddenly became
rock hard, pressing rigidly against her pelvis.  She reached down and slid
him inside her, then started slowly sliding back and forth on his shaft. 
While she rode, she told him about being turned on by the looks from the
black guys at the video store, and how she had smiled at the one tonight.
She told him about what she had fantasized as they fucked tonight, reliving
the images in her mind as if they had actually happened.  She never quite
finished the story, as she started to orgasm.  The woman on the DVD was
screaming loudly in the background as she climaxed, and their moans mingled
together.  That was enough to drive Chris over the edge and he groaned
loudly as he pumped his load inside her.



   They did not talk about it again that night, they were both too spent.
The next morning Chris surprised her with breakfast in bed.  As she sipped
her juice he said, "Honey, about last night, were you serious about what
you said?"



   Her heart skipped a beat.  "Maybe, it depends on what part you're
talking about."



   "I think you know what part." He said, nervously.



   "I want to hear you say it.  Humor me."



   He paused for a second, as if getting up his nerve.  "Would you have sex
with a black man if I was OK with it?"



   She could tell he was terrified at even asking, many women would freak
out and file for divorce if their husband even remotely suggested such a
thing.  There weren't many answers for such a question, and she had a
feeling that yes wasn't one of the options for most women.  She almost
laughed, thinking it might be some sort of joke, but the tone of his voice
said otherwise.  This was dead serious.  Her brain suddenly screamed no,
but her heart, among other body parts, formulated her response.



   "Yes." She said, and kissed him.


   To Be Continued