From: vicswriter@aol.com (VicSwriter)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: DDL 2/6: Todd's Dilemma (m/f cons voy intrr)
Date: 17 Jun 1996 13:29:13 -0400

   DDL 2/6: Todd's Dilemma (m/f cons voy intrr)

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   Debby's Dark Lust -2/6- Todd's Dilemma

   (m/f cons - voy)

   Vic S.  as told by Debby & Todd

   Debby was nervous.  Todd was apprehensive.  It was just last night that
Debby, after years of Todd's hinting and prodding her about HIS fantasy,
had shared her own with him.  You see Todd had fantasized about Debby being
with another man, no one in particular just a well hung man.  He even
thought he'd like to watch.  He hadn't, however, considered the spin she
would put on his fantasy; she wanted a black man!

   In fact, it had been a secret fantasy of hers back to when she was just
a girl; she could remember that day she walked home from Catholic grade
school and sat on her stoop watching several muscular black men working on
the street in front of her house.  She thought at the time they were
beautiful with their strong muscles glistening with sweat!  She didn't know
much about sex then, except it was dirty unless you were married ...and
maybe even then, but babies were made that way.  She wasn't sure why her
panties had gotten so moist.  Maybe it was because she knew they could have
seen up her plaid uniform skirt if they'd looked hard enough ...and that it
was nasty if they did ...and even more nasty if she let them. ...and
nastier still that she wanted them to do it!  To see her wet panties.  16
years later remembering still made her moist; it always did!

   Debby's revelation last night had Todd tossing and turning most of the
night.  Every thought he had brought another question: Why did he ever
think he wanted her to experience another cock?  Was he serious?  Was she
serious?  Could he handle it?  Her being with a black man?  Not that he was
prejudiced; he didn't think he was.  But it was so ...  taboo.  He would be
mortified if his friends even knew she had the desire.  And what if she
liked it?  Liked it so much, she dumped him?  Why did he screw her so hard
after she'd told him?  And CUM so ferociously?  Maybe it was just because
they had been making love anyway ...  and he'd been close to cumming when
she'd told him.  But then, why did he get hard several times thinking about
it?  And wake with a hard-on after having THAT dream.  Good god!  Could HE
actually let HER do those things?  Would SHE actually do those things?! . .
With a BLACK man!?  Even if he could resolve all those questions, how do
you talk to your wife about such things?

   For her part, Debby had sleep soundly.  Very soundly!  Telling Todd had
felt like such a weight had been lifted.  A cleansing ...  almost like
confession was supposed to feel.--She never told her priest that she
"...masturbated while thinking of black men doing things..." to her, so she
was never sure if her confessions were `good' ones.-- Their love making
after she told him took on such an intensity that Debby was sure he was
turned on by her `addition' to his fantasy.  But now, this morning, Todd
wasn't even talking to her!  He acted almost ...  distant.  As he stared
into his coffee, not even touching the toast she'd fixed him, Debby
wondered if it was such a good idea after all, telling him her desire, her
fantasy.

   "Todd?"

   "What, baby?"

   "It was just a fantasy.  I still love you!"

   "What? ...  oh!  I wasn't even thinking about that! ...  Just have lots
on my mind.  ...  Other things."

   "Todd. ...  What other things?" ...silence.  "I know you were thinking
about IT!  Don't be mad at me!  Don't hate me!  It was just a fantasy."
...silence.  "It's not like I'm gunna run off with the lighthouse caretaker
or something!"

   "The thought never entered my mind!  I still love you, too, baby!  I was
just so ...  surprised!  I guess I didn't know what to say ...  about ...
IT.  You know? ...how I felt."

   "Well, until this morning I felt great having told you.  You've brought
me a long way...  There was a time I couldn't have imagined telling anyone
my fantasy, ...  and the other things you've taught me: I never dreamed I'd
actually ever do oral sex; not to mention, enjoy doing it!  You are a good
teacher.  Is it terrible your good little girl has some nasty thoughts?  A
fantasy of my own?  You've sure told me your's a lot, I thought you'd be
glad mine was kind'a in line with your own ...  sort of."

   "I know!  I guess I was questioning myself more than you.  You know,
what I really want!"

   "What ever it is, I hope it includes me!" Todd got up and pulled Debby
into his arms.  She continued, "Because I can't picture me without you!"
She fought back a sob, emotions were on such a tight edge.

   Todd felt it too.  "That much I'm sure off!  I want you as long as you
can stand me!" They both hung on as if dancing to silent music.  "I'm glad
you told me, honest!  I just want you to be happy and well satisfied!"

   "I love you, Todd!  As far as I'm concerned, fantasies can stay
fantasies.  I just don't want to deny having them any more.  Just don't
ever feel threatened by any I have.  Okay?"

   "Okay, baby.  I love you too! ...  Shit!  I'm gunna be late!" They
kissed and he was out the door.

   Debby wondered what their next love making would be like.  Would he
bring up the subject?  Would he once again talk about her being with some
big cocked guy?  Men put such an emphasis on size.  Their penis, a woman's
tits...  well, Todd's never complained about her little ones.  Of course he
had opportunity to play with quite a few bigger than hers before they were
married.  On the other hand she'd never played with any cock besides
Todd's. Were black men bigger, as they say?  It didn't seem to faze him
when she mentioned the lighthouse caretaker.  Surely, if he didn't at least
know of him, it would have confused him in that context.

   Debby set about her house chores, thinking about Todd and his fantasy
and her fantasy and their love making and his demeanor this morning and his
reaction to their discussion.  Every now and then, she'd look out a side
window, toward the light house.  She'd seen him several times during the
week, painting and doing other chores to the historic sentinel, not 100
yards from her own cape cod home.  And what she'd seen caused her pulse to
elevate, even from this distance: broad shoulders, narrow hips, powerful
thighs, very black skin contrasting with his white shorts and the white of
the lighthouse itself.  She keep the binoculars handy in case she sees him
today.

   Todd took a swing past the lighthouse instead of turning directly toward
the bridge that connected the island to the mainland.  He drove slowly
hoping to get a glimpse of the new caretaker.  Was he what brought all this
on with Debby?  Was she seeing him?  `Come on man!' he told himself. 
`Don't jump to any conclusions!' He'd only been on the job a week, based on
the article he'd seen in the paper.  The head shot photo showed a good
looking black man, neck like a linebacker.  Had Debby seen the article? 
What did it say about his back ground?  Todd checked at work to see if the
paper was still around; it wasn't.  He went to the library during lunch to
look it up.

   Debby finished her house chores by 10.  As was her habit, she'd stayed
in her house coat, while she did the cleaning.  Several times she caught
herself, just standing at a window, looking at the lighthouse, her mind
lost in some fantasy.

   In one, she answered the doorbell and there he was, asking to borrow
some coffee.  She showed him in, shyly pulling her robe closed only to have
it `accidentally' open again seconds later, showing her hard nipples on her
nightshirt.  He'd be wearing those white shorts; they'd be tighter than she
could tell from 100 yards away.  A large knotted coil of man flesh would be
evident at his crotch.  He'd smile a little as he realized she was looking
at it, licking her lips.  She'd turn red.  In the kitchen, she imagined the
view he'd get as she reached for a can of coffee on an upper shelf,
straining on her tiptoes, the muscles in her legs tight, her short robe
riding half way up her firm white ass.

   Maybe, he'd step up behind her, reaching over her with his strong black
arms, almost pinning her to the counter as his virile groin pressed into
her lower back...  Debby shook her head; she'd never get anything done if
she allowed that kind'a thing to go on in her head all day.  She felt the
moisture seep from her lips, spreading a wet spot in her panties.

   Later in the shower, her fantasy caught her in the rain, locked out of
the house.  Only one place to go for help.  He'd open the door to his
quarters at the base of the tower and smile at her dilemna.  Her wet tee
would be almost invisible.  She'd wear no bra; didn't really need one, and
Todd was always encouraging her to go without.  Lately she'd been humoring
him around the house but never out in public; maybe she'd change that
today. Maybe take a walk on the beach below the rocks and the lighthouse.
Maybe it would rain.  He'd welcome her in and bring a big soft terry towel
to dry her dripping, shivering body.  He'd wrap it around her, hesitating a
moment to take in her raised nipples and small patch of light pubic hair
showing through her wet shorts before closing the towel across her front.
She would continue to shiver.

   He'd suggest that a hot shower was the best thing to warm a cold, wet
body.  She'd kick off her shoes and he'd take her hand leading her to his
private bedroom and bath.  She'd stop briefly to take in the male bastion
of his room: dark paneling, stone fireplace crackling, an oversized
four-post bed, with large turned bedposts.  Her heart would race even
faster, nipples get even harder, pussy juicier still when she sees the four
purple velvet ropes, one each tied to the bed posts.  Each with a long
working end laying on their respective bed corner.

   He'd start the water, adjusting it for her.  He'd turn to her; she'd
still be clutching the towel around her.  He'd open it and slowly lower a
large black hand to her waist, reaching in just below her belly-button. 
Her abdomen would concave at his touch.  He'd unsnap her shorts with a
flick of his thumb and fingers.  All the while she'd stare into his deep
brown eyes.  He'd say, `I'd get out'a those wet clothes before ya get in
the shower!' Suddenly he's out the door, ...but left it open half way. 
She'd start breathing again and undress without closing the door.  The
water would be a little too hot in her chilled state.  She put her face in
the spray.  Every nerve cell in her skin tingled.  The shower door would
open and he'd step in behind her.  Most light now blocked, the shower
darkened greatly.  Debby would look down, trembling inside, and see his
black feet behind and outside her own size 5, dainty white feet; his are
twice as large.  Debby wouldn't breath awaiting his touch.  His large black
arm would reach over her shoulder, --still not touching her-- and adjust
the water to be a little hotter.

   In her real shower Debby adjusted the water until a hint of steam was
being produced.  Back in her fantasy, she could stand the anticipation no
longer; she'd back into him, leaning on his solid black form, his long,
thick and yet unseen black male stock nestling naturally down the crack of
her white ass.  In reality Debby's hand and wrist pushed down from the
small of her back, through the checks of her out thrust buttocks,
simulating the feelings of her fantasy.  Her other hand served as the
strong black arm that would circle her front, pulling her small white body
tightly into his black strength.  He would gently cup each breast, then
pinch one then the other nipple.  His other hand would reach down her white
abdomen, parting her wet pubes then her inflamed lips.  Debby closed her
eyes tightly, imagining the contrast of his strong black arms draped around
her small white body.  Two of her own fingers served as one of his, doing
the things she wanted him to do between her pussy lips.  Her knees bent
slightly, legs spread.  She imagined being almost suspending on his fingers
in front and his manhood straining into her crease behind.  She shook in
orgasmic release, pressing her face once again into the hot spray of the
shower.

   Debby promised herself she'd pick up the fantasy later, maybe while she
laid in the sun, or after, during a nap.  Maybe he'd be working and see her
as she laid out in her bikini.

   Actually, for living near the ocean, Debby tried not to get too much
sun. There had already been some reports about skin cancer, but mostly it
was her skin.  Her mom had always told her that her light blond hair and
light freckles indicated her skin was sensitive and it was proving true.

   Debby put on her bikini, her smallest, a light blue one.  She gathered
her lotion, portable radio, sun glasses, a beach towel, and a glass of ice
tea.  See looked toward the tower.  She couldn't see him, though his black
Camero was parked in the small lot.  Before she laid in the chaise, Debby
swept the patio deck.  Even though they were some 50 feet above the beach
on the rock shelf that formed this end of the island, the sand got
everywhere.

   Debby arranged the towel on the chaise lounge, stole a glance at the
lighthouse, and sat, reaching for her lotion.  As she finished rubbing the
lotion in, she looked again and ...  yes, he was there.  Inside the glass
at the top.  She flushed suddenly as she realized he was watching her with
a pair of binoculars.  If she'd known sooner, she'd have made a bigger show
out'a putting the lotion on.  She looked again; he was apparently still
watching.  `At least he's not revolted by this skinny, boobless body!'
Debby thought.  Actually her `B' cup looked quit good on her small frame.
She weighed about 100 pounds sopping wet.  She thought he had to know she'd
seen him watching her.  She stole another glance; still there.  She
wondered how well he could see her, recalling the magnification of their
own binoculars.  Could he see her nipples just got erect?  His binoculars
would undoubtedly be better, being a lighthouse and all.  She blushed and
stole another look; still watching.  Debby reached inside for some
untypical courage and, pretending she just noticed him watching her, smiled
real big and waved at him.  He lowered the binoculars and slowly raised a
hand to wave back.  Could she almost see a smile?

   He brought the glasses back to his eyes and swung a little east, looking
apparently down the beach.  Debby immediately regretted waving, making it
obvious she saw him watching her.  She'd have been happy if he'd continued
watching her.  Maybe she'd have taken her bikini top off.  The fenced yard
was private except for the view from the lighthouse, even it's base was
visible over the fence line from her position.  Maybe next time.  Maybe
she'd sun completely nude next time.

   Debby reflected that she'd never really wanted to be naked in front of a
man before.  Even with Todd it had been uncomfortable at first.  And the
fantasies about those black workmen didn't count ...  cause they were
fantasies ...  and too far removed in time to have any chance at reality.
But now ...  all it would take is a few quick motions on her bikini
strings. . .  But no, that would be too brazen after having just waved at
him!  Shit!

   Shortly, he was no longer visible.  Debby continued to sun as long as
she dared, just in case he was watching, unseen from one of the lower
windows that spiraled the tower.

   Debby laid down for a little nap at about 3.  She wanted to be rested
for what ever Todd would want to do in follow-up to last night ...  and
this morning's discussion.  Maybe she should take the lead for a change. 
Maybe she should reassure Todd about his masculinity and her desire for
him. Despite her notions of continuing her fantasy, it was Todd and their
discussions that filled her mind until she drifted off.

   Todd had real trouble concentrating at work.  He kept having images of
his petite blond wife engaged in various acts with hung black men.  What
was beginning to disturb him the most was not the images, but that he was
aroused by them.  He'd had many fantasies of Debby with other men, but they
had never been black.  Did he have some kind of prejudice?  He hadn't
thought so.  Could it be so bad that Debby put a different skin color on
his own fantasy?  He'd often fantasized about her actually coming around
and being receptive to his fantasy of her being with another man.  But he'd
never actually . . .realistically expected it to happen.  And here it was
happening. . .  Maybe.  Todd resolved to do something that never seemed to
come easy for him: he'd talk to Debby; REALLY talk to her to get to the
root of this whole thing.  To see if THEY actually wanted to pursue this
thing!

   Suddenly another question gripped Todd's gut: what if he said `no?' What
if he decided he couldn't handle it?  And most important: what if she
continued her desire?  Would she get frustrated and seek to fulfill it on
her own?  She'd never complained. . .  he'd always been the one talking
about his merely average size (6-1/4"). . .  and the probable pleasure
she'd get from a truly big one.  That was HIS fantasy; to see Debby's
passion boiling over, swept away with the intensity of being `packed' with
cock!  Would it cause him any frustration to never seen that?  No!  And
Debby wasn't the frustrated type.  Was she?  He'd been very patient with
her the first years of their marriage when she hadn't seemed at all
receptive to oral sex, either way!  Although there were times he was
frustrated, he'd never considered looking for it else where; not seriously
any way.  Would Debby be any more inclined to seek fulfillment of her black
fantasy outside their marriage. . .  without him?  No!  On the other hand,
that new black caretaker was less than 100 yards away, practically their
closest neighbor!  And Debby didn't work outside the home; that presented a
lot of opportunity, a lot of temptation.
   YES, they really needed to talk!  
   
   END DDL 2/6