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(MF, wife, exh, intr) *** PART 1 As they walked up to the door to Martin's house Derek looked at his wife and asked her one last time "Do you really want to go through with this?" "What choice do we have?" Leslie replied. She looked stunning in her new red dress, a color that had always turned him on, but that she had rarely worn before. She thought it made her look slutty. Indeed. Combined with the white stockings and spiked red heels she looked like a high end call girl. The lingerie she wore underneath displayed the tops of her breasts perfectly in the low cut dress. Derek couldn't help but think that it was the sexiest she had looked since their wedding day. They had talked about this night for the last two weeks, and had nearly backed out, but once they realized that they had no other options Leslie had called Martin to confirm. "I don't know, it's just..." he was cut short by the door opening as they approached. "Derek, Leslie - I'm glad to see that you kept our date." Martin smiled from the doorway. "Please come in, there are some folks I want you to meet." He extended his large hand towards Leslie. Leslie looked over at her husband and he gave her a small nod. She smiled back nervously, turned and took Martin's hand, and walked in the house. Derek followed behind, closing the door behind him. Leslie's journey to becoming an interracial porn star had begun. ** It all started when Derek lost his job as a manager at a large investment bank in Atlanta. They had moved there in 2007, buying the largest condo in the hottest part of town that they could afford. They were immersed in the upper income party lifestyle of that boomtown, and assumed that things would always keep booming. Even the financial panic of 2008 left his job unscathed, and they continued to play - spending money as fast as they made it. Derek was up for promotion to a VP position when disaster struck. They turned on the news one morning to see his future boss, the senior VP in the investment division, being led from his home to a police car. He had been fleecing the bank for millions, covering his tracks with sham accounts. His manipulations were so extensive that within a month federal regulators stepped in and shut down the entire investment division. One week later Derek was unemployed, with a two month salary severance package. Unemployed 30-somethings with an MBA were a dime a dozen in this economy. There was enough coming in for the next couple months from a severance package to cover the payments on the condo and cars, but that would not last long. Selling the condo and downsizing was out of the question, the amount outstanding on the mortgage was way more than it was worth now. Leslie was in a near panic. She had not worked since moving to Atlanta, mostly spending her time at the gym and doing Junior League stuff with her friends. She managed to find a job working for one of her Friends at a flower shop, but that wouldn't even cover the car payments when the severance pay ran out. Out of the blue Derek got a call from an old fraternity brother, asking if he would be interested in working at a new start up green energy firm. His friend had landed some government grants to establish a wind energy company, and had hopes of getting a production line up and running within a few months. He wanted someone with additional business savvy board once they started expanding into different regions, and he wanted Derek because he knew he could trust me not to screw him over. The pay would be good, not as much as before, but enough that they might just keep the condo. The problem was it would be six months until the production would be on line and he could start work. Derek figured that he needed about fifty grand to cover things until the new job was to start, and no one would consider an unemployed man for an unsecured loan. No one except the loan sharks, and they were demanding more interest than they would ever be able to repay. They were down to our last month of pay, Leslie was not able to sleep from worry, and Derek had started to drink way too much. Leslie was talking to a friend of hers one afternoon that had gone through something similar. Corie's husband had been caught up in the 2008 crash. He had lost his job and was out of work for a while, but they seemed to get through things OK until he managed to land another position six months later. Leslie had always assumed they were drawing on savings, but as it turns out they had gone to Martin too. Corie had invited Leslie over for coffee, knowing the financial trouble they were in. Leslie had spilled her guts over the phone to Leslie a few days prior. She met Leslie at the door, and offered her a glass of wine. "We need to talk," Corie said, "and you have to promise me that you will never speak a word of this to anyone but Derek." "What's this about?" Leslie asked, "Are you guys OK?" "We are, now, but this is about you. I know how bad things are for you and I think I can help. But if what I tell you gets out this could ruin us, so you have to promise me, OK? "Sure, OK, I promise." Leslie though she was going to tell her about some illegal trade or scam, but what she heard next made her jaw drop. "I don't know any other way to say this, so I am just going to be blunt - I fucked someone, on camera, to get us a loan when Joe was out of work." "What?" Leslie blurted out, starting to blush. "There was nothing else we could do. We were about to lose the house, and there was no way we could let that happen. I heard about this guy in Buckhead from a girl at the gym who had, well, worked for him before. He runs a porn company and apparently he's worth millions." Corie paused, and took a deep breath before going on, "He also takes a fancy in married women. White married women." Leslie was bright red now, and she felt her heart jump at that last. Leslie was speechless. She could see that Corie was starting to tremble and blush herself, but she carried on with her story. "I think he gets his kicks out of this, taking advantage of folks when they hit the rocks. He makes high dollar 'loans' to people and collects his interest payments up front, by fucking their wives on camera for one of his interracial websites. As long as you pay back the principal on the loan the faces stay blurred on the videos posted online. But if you are late, then you and your husband will be visible to everyone." Leslie had downed her wine and was halfway through another glass. "How could you? How could you fuck a black guy and have it on the internet? How could Joe let you?" She was almost in tears, and when it sank in on her that Corie was suggesting she do the same thing she broke down. "We were about to lose everything Leslie. He loaned us fifty grand, and it pulled us through until Joe could get another job. We just finished paying him back last month." "But Leslie..." "Look, it's just sex. Nothing more, noting less and no one but you has to know about it. We paid off the loan. My face will stay blurred," she paused, considering whether to say the rest, and then went on "and the video will be taken down completely and we'll get the master back if I send him someone who needs to make a similar deal." "How dare you!" "Listen - you are my best friend. I would never ask you to do something like this just for me. But you need the money - bad. This may be the only way for you two to make it through this, and you can help me get this part of my life behind me in the process." Leslie choked back her tears. They just sat there looking at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Leslie finally broke the silence "I want to see it. Your video. Show me the website." Some small part of her still thought this was some elaborate prank on Corie's part, and another thought that even if true, Corie would never let her see the video. Corie surprised her by walking over to the computer, pouring herself another glass of wine on the way. She typed atlantawivesgoneblack.com into the address bar, and a few seconds later a page with dozens of women's faces popped up. Most were blurred, but many were not. "My God is that Wendy?" Leslie practically yelped. Wendy was a mutual friend whose husband had also fallen on hard times two years ago. Her picture was there near the top, clear and unblurred, with Wendy and Robert on the link below. They had split up last year and both had moved away. To where she did not know. "Yes, that's Wendy. She and Robert worked with Martin before me, but I never knew she did this until after I had filmed my video. I guess they couldn't pay." "How do they get anyone to subscribe, who wants to watch videos with so many of the faces blurred." "Martin told us that it's the simple fact that he has real wives in his videos, not used up third rate porn stars wearing fake rings People want to see that, even blurred. But what really keeps people coming back is waiting to see if some poor couple misses their payments. Then per his contract they get to show the video with real unblurred faces, with real names on the link. Like Wendy. "As you can see that doesn't happen a lot, but when it does it sells like hotcakes. People pay an additional subscription fee to access the unblurred videos. He probably made way more off Wendy's video than whatever loan he gave them. And he gets to fuck all these women in the process." Corie scrolled halfway down the page to a brunette with the names Alexis and Steve in the link below. She took a long drink from her glass and then clicked the link. The video started with a white couple sitting on a couch, talking. Their faces were blurred and unrecognizable, but Leslie immediately recognized Corie's voice. Corie was wearing a short black dress and the tops of her thigh highs were clearly visible below the hemline. A voice off camera said, "So Steve, how long have you fantasized about Alexis fucking a black man?" The man replied in a nervous voice, but clearly Joe's, "Awhile now." "And you Alexis?" "I've wanted to be with a black man since high school, and now I get that and the money we need too." The banter went on this way for several minutes, then a large muscular black man, naked from the waist up, walked on camera. "That's Martin." Corie said in almost a whisper. "He had us use fake names and engage in a little dirty talk in the videos." Leslie's eyes were fixed on the screen. Martin bent over, planting a deep kiss on Corie's blurred face. She moaned, arching her back and reaching her hand up to his neck. Martin's hand moved to her breast and she began to moan louder. His hand moved down her side to her thighs, and then he began to slowly push her dress up towards her waist. "Oh God!" Corie said. "Oh, I can't believe this!" She lifted her ass from the couch, and now Martin had her dress pushed entirely up around her waist, exposing her black panties and garter belt. He backed away and continued to lift the dress over her head. Her hands dropped reflexively to cover her breasts, now covered by a flimsy lace bra. Martin moved in front of her. The camera man moved around to her left, and the three of them, Martin, Corie, and Joe off to the side watching, were clearly in view, except for the blurred faces. "You know what to do," Martin simply said. She saw Corie's head turn to the right to look at Joe, hesitate a second, and then turn towards Martin again. She then reached up with her hands and began to undo Martin's belt and zipper. Corie then pulled out Martin's cock - already over 9-inches long and still not fully erect, and begin to stroke it with her hand. "Use the other hand." Corie hesitated, then reached up with her left hand and began to stroke. Her diamond engagement and wedding rings were clearly visible. Leslie glanced over, Corie was absent mindedly twisting her rings on her finger. She looked over and could tell what Leslie was looking at. "Guys love seeing the wedding rings. Helps him sell more videos." Corie said dryly. Leslie looked back to the screen. As she shifted she felt her nipples brush against the inside of her bra. They were rock hard. She had not even noticed until then. And she could feel wetness below. She blushed anew at the thought of being turned on watching her friend make it with a black guy. Corie saw her blush but said nothing. The face on the screen was now unblurred at the lips, but still you could not tell who was on the video unless you really knew them well. On the video Corie began to lean forward, and her lips, covered in bright red lipstick, parted as she moved towards Martin's cock. In the background she saw Joe's hand move towards his forehead. It was hard to tell if he was watching or not. Corie began to slowly lick the tip with her tongue, and then worked her way down the shaft, licking from the side. Martin was now fully erect and as she moved down his Cock extended to the top of her head. She moved back to the tip and began to take him in her mouth. She moaned a little as the head passed over her tongue, and then her head began to bob back and forth on his cock, going a little deeper each time. Saliva began to drip from her chin, and her left hand became wet stroking the rest of the shaft. Martin placed his hand behind her hed and began to push deeper. Corie could barely take half before she started to gag. Martin pushed another time or two, and then eased off. He reached down her back and deftly unsnapped her bra. He slid it off her arms and her perfectly round C-cup breasts popped into view. Saliva dripped off her chin and onto her breasts, running down over her nipples. He reached down and spread it over her areola with his fingers. Corie began to moan louder, Martin's cock brushing against the back of her throat with every thrust. They both began to move faster, Martin now clearly starting to breathe hard and break into a sweat. "Whoa now, not too fast, papa still needs to see that pretty married white pussy." Corie backed off, a long strand of spit dropping down to her breasts and belly. Martin pulled her up from the couch and spun her around, turning her shapely ass to the camera. Leslie couldn't help but think how she was always jealous of Corie's ass. Her boobs were better, but Corie's butt looked better in a bikini. He pulled her panties down slowly over her stockings, and moved back up to caress her ass. "Bend over," he said. Corie did and now her shaved pussy was visible between her legs, framed by her stockings and garter belt. Martin moved around for a look and the camera zoomed in. "My man my man, that is a pretty white pussy you're married to. It will never be the same after today. Are you sure you still want me to fuck her?" You could see Joe jump a little over to the side of the picture. He clearly was not expecting that question. "Umm, yes, yes I do." he said, barely audible. "Tell me to fuck her with my big black cock. Do it." Joe shifted a little, then said with a stronger voice "Fuck her with that big black cock. Fuck my little white wife." "That's more like it!" Martin said. "Now turn around whore." Corie turned and Martin began to finger her slit slowly, working in first one then two of his large fingers. "Nice and wet - you really do want that black cock don't you whore? Now tell me to fuck that married white pussy." "Fuck me," she replied "fuck that married pussy with that big cock." Martin laid her down on her back, her head on Joe's lap, and positioned himself at the other end of the couch between her legs. Leslie was relieved to see that he rolled a condom on first, then began rubbing the tip of his cock against Corie's wet hole. "Now watch a real cock fuck your wife," Martin said, and began to push his cock in. Corie let out a scream and clenched her thighs reflexively. "Slow, please, oh go slow" she whimpered. She reached out and held Joe's hand tightly. Martin backed off, then pushed forward again until the head was fully inside. Corie yelped again, but then relaxed as Martin began to stroke slowly back and forth, moving deeper with each stroke. Corie was breathing hard and sweating, moaning louder with every thrust. "Oh fuck!" she yelled. "Fuck that feels good. Oh god, fuck me." She pulled free from Joe and wrapped her hands around Martin's ass and began to buck her hips up against him to meet his thrusts. She started to scream, "Oh God, I'm cumming! Oh god! Oh god! OH GOD!" Leslie did not expect this part - Corie was clearly not acting at this point. She seemed to actually be enjoying it. She looked over and saw her friend give her a wry smile. "Well it did feel good" she said. They continued to fuck that way for another five minutes, and then Martin pulled out and sad down on the couch. "You on top" he said. Corie began to climb on facing him, but he stopped her. "The other way, so the camera and your husband can see." He motioned to Joe - "move around front so you can get a good look." Corie positioned herself over his cock in reverse cowgirl and slowly lowered herself down on his cock. She let out another scream as the head went in, and started to work her way up and down slowly. His cock went in a lot deeper from this position, and she began to let out little screams as it began to bounce against her cervix. Leslie began to wonder just how long that guy would go. Before long Corie was taking the whole thing, ten or eleven inches it seemed, in long strokes. Leslie had no idea how that monster could fit inside her petite friend. Soon she was screaming again as she reached another climax. Leslie could tell by the way Corie's thighs were quivering that this one was not a fake either. Now Martin stiffened and quickly pushed her off. He pushed her down on her knees and tore off the condom just as sperm began to spew onto Corie's upturned face. Although blurred, you could see semen running over her bright red lips and down onto her tits. After what seemed like a cup of sperm, Martin slowly began to go limp and slowly the camera faded out. In the background he was saying "Now how was that for your first taste of black cum?" The video ended there. Leslie and Corie sat there speechless for a while. Finally Corie said "That video saved us. Saved our home. I don't know if this is something you could do, but it would help both of us if you did. Believe it or not it's kind of a thrill knowing how many people get a thrill watching me fuck on camera. It's not something I would ever do again, not now that Joe has that new job, but I have no regrets." "But what about Joe?" "He told me he was actually turned on too, seeing me with Martin. Maybe he is just saying that, but I don't think so. I actually found his porn collection a year or so after we got married, and about half the DVDs were black men with white girls. I was going to confront him until I talked to some other women who told me that sort of fantasy is common and doesn't really mean they actually want you to do something like that. Later we actually watched a few of those videos together, and had the best sex of our lives, but it was always just a crazy fantasy until Martin." "Corie this is crazy, and even if I did think this was something I could go through with, how could I ever even bring this up with Derek? He is so stressed now he could just walk out and never look back." "I wouldn't worry about that honey," Derek said, walking into the living room. Joe had called him over earlier in the day to talk about Martin. They had been listening, at Joe's insistence, from the next room just to gauge Leslie's response. If she had just stormed out at the first mention they would have dropped it at once and never mentioned to her that they had talked. "Joe told me about this earlier today. I wanted Corie to talk to you first to see how you reacted. I think we need to go home and talk now sweetie." Leslie walked over to him silently and hugged him for a second. At this point all she could do was turn to Corie and give her a small nod. "We'll come over and talk to you guys some more tomorrow," Derek said, and they walked outside to the car. As Martin's door closed behind him, Derek thought about that day with Joe and Corie and how it was about to change their lives, but he had no idea at the time by how much. To be continued? txdoc2010@gmail.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 71