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If this kind of material is illegal where you are, leave now. If you are offended by interracial sex between adults, leave now. This story is a work of fiction (maybe) and the author invites you to weigh in on your opinion. Your thoughts are encouraged and I will tell you if you guessed right. *** PART 3 So, some of you are asking yourselves, how can a guy allow his wife to fuck other men like that? It's really not that hard to understand if you really, really love her. If you do, you will do anything to make her happy, no matter what that might be. I know I don't have the size to reach the places other men might reach, and I don't have the stamina to fuck her for 30 to 40 minutes or longer to reach the level of multiple orgasms that other guys can give her. I want her to be able to enjoy that level of sexual excitement and the only way she will get it is with other guys. So, I'm happy to let her have her fun. I know she loves me and our sex is special in a very intimate way and no other guy will ever duplicate our feelings for each other, so, I'm cool with it. Enough of that. Golf is probably my second favorite thing to do and my favorite thing to do with my clothes on. And I'm pretty good. I have about a 5 handicap and if it weren't for my career in the engineering profession, I might have thought about trying the pro circuit. If I could spend as much time on the links as I do at my job, I'm pretty sure I could cut 6 to 8 strokes off my game and compete with some of them. I meet Levon periodically at the country club where we are both members. We're both in the professional field now, me in nuclear engineering and him as an anesthesiologist. Because of our fields, we don't see each other as much as we would like to, so when we do, there is a friendly rivalry that goes back to our school days. After one particularly "lucky" outing with him, we wound up tied, so he had to buy the first round. While we were enjoying the 19th hole I happened to mention that I had an anniversary coming up next week. He asked me what our plans were and I couldn't really tell him because we were planning on celebrating at the club. So I just told him we had plans for a wild weekend together between the sheets. He laughed and told me that was very cool. He had finally taken the plunge and got married himself but we had never managed to get together to "share". Trish, his wife could be a super model, at least I thought so. We had never even got together with them since the wedding, so after a few drinks we decided it was about time to set up a time to get together and see what happened. I said that sounded like a wonderful idea. Let's check our calendars and set something up. Now the only thing I had to do was run this past Beth. How was she going to take it? We've never had any social contact with a person of color and how was she going to deal with her taboo about co-mingling with a black couple? I waited a couple of days before I broached the subject with her and when I did, I was somewhat surprised at her reaction. Initially, I could see the fear in her eyes, but then, slowly, the knowledge that this is just a dinner for pete's sake. What could possibly happen bad at a public restaurant? Levon called a couple days later with a tentative date if it fit our schedule and as so happens, it did. We set it up for that Saturday and we met them at the appointed time. Re-introductions of the ladies was made and to my pleasurable surprise, Trish was more gorgeous than I remembered and Levon seemed similarly surprised when he saw Beth. Both the wives had gone out of their way to dress for the occasion. Beth wore a strapless evening gown that showed off her cute cleavage to the best advantage and had gone to the hair dresser that day. She looked ravishing. Trish, too, wore an evening gown that showed off her model's height and figure. Her dress was tastefully daring as it showed off her long legs to perfection. She too looked like she had her makeup done professionally. We ordered some drinks and engaged in small talk while waiting for dinner. After we had eaten, Levon suggested we go to a night club he knew about not too far from here for another drink or two. I looked at Beth, and she seemed a little apprehensive, but agreed very graciously. We followed them there, and on the way admitted she was pleasantly surprised we all seemed to be getting along quite well. Not really what she had expected. We pulled into the parking lot next to Levon's Lexus and as we got out of our car, noticed they were both still sitting there. They saw us and motioned us over and when he rolled the window down a very strong smell of wacky tobacco drifted through the opening. "I'm going out on a limb here guys, but do you want to sit with us and finish this up before we go in?" I looked at Beth and could see concern, but she said, "Why not?" So we climbed in the back and Trish passed the joint back to us. It was primo stuff, and I could tell Beth was cool with it, even though it had been in a black person's mouth. By the time we finished it, we were all pretty buzzed, so we got out and went inside. It was a small, intimate type atmosphere with soft jazz being played and a few couples on the dance floor. We ordered another round of drinks and Trish commented that she really didn't need another drink right now. "If I have much more, someone's going to have to carry me out of here." I said, "I think that could be arranged", smiling at Levon. The band started an up tempo tune and Beth and I got up to dance. Levon and Trish followed suit and we stayed on the floor for one more before returning to our table. We were working on our drinks when I noticed something about Trish's attitude that seemed to be saying, ask me to dance, but I knew if I did that would put Beth in a very awkward position knowing that Levon would ask her to dance. I didn't think she was completely ready to take that step, so after some more chit chat, we thanked them for a very lovely evening and asked if we could do this again sometime. They graciously accepted, and we left for home. Beth was silent for a long time and I was wondering what was going through her mind. Finally, she said, "They seem like a very nice couple, but I was scared he was going to ask me to dance. I don't think I could have done that. Social contact, dinner and drinks is one thing, but to actually dance with a black man in public, I don't think I could have and if he had asked I would have ruined an otherwise very nice night." I told her I understood and under no circumstances would I make her do something that made her uncomfortable. I said, "Just having dinner with them was a big step for you and I'm proud of the way you handled it. If you want, I will make excuses not to get together like we suggested." "No" she said, "How about if we invite them over to the house for dinner? That way we won't be put in the position of having to refuse a dance on the dance floor. I think I like them, I just don't see myself getting wrapped up in his arms. Especially in public for God's sake." I said that sounded good to me and I would pass it by them and see what they thought. I was scheduled to play golf at the club the following Wednesday so I figured I would talk to Levon then if he was there. As it turned out, I was scheduled to tee off with my group just ahead of Levon and his group, so I told him I'd meet him in the bar afterwards if he had a few minutes. When I finished my round, I headed for the showers and was just stepping out when Levon came in. I toweled off as he was getting undressed and when he was naked and turned to face me, I think my expression must have been comical. He laughed at my look and said, "Hey, it hasn't shrunk any you know?" And laughed again. He got in the shower and I went upstairs to the bar and got a booth and waited for him to come up. He looked at me and chuckled again. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" I told him what Beth had suggested and he was all for it. Then he looked me in the eye and leaned closer. "You know I've wanted to fuck Beth since you met her man, maybe we can make something happen." Now what was I going to say. I couldn't see any way around it but to tell him I was extremely flattered but there was a real problem. I went on to explain about Beth's upbringing and tried to assure him she wasn't really prejudiced, but her childhood taboos were buried deep and I didn't know if she would ever overcome them. I also mentioned that if she could, she would love his equipment. I explained that we had engaged in extramarital parties and enjoyed swinging with other people, but Beth just had this hang up about black men. He was quiet for a minute, and then confessed that he and Trish knew of a private club out of the state. " Think about this before you respond, but I think I can help her change her mind. It might involve a little trickery on your part, and some chemicals on my part, but it would just be to help her relax. Von called me a couple days later and asked, "Have you thought about it? What we talked about? "I haven't thought about anything else," I said. "I just don't know how to get over her inhibitions. This seems to be really deep in her psyche. I just don't know. I'd love to see that big black cock sliding in and out of her pussy, you know that." Von said, "Believe it or not man, I've got the "magic" beans. It's a concoction that will relax her so that anything that goes on around her won't alarm her, but she will have vague memories of whatever happens for many days, maybe weeks. Usually it manifests itself in the form of dreams, but whatever form it takes, the images will continue to replay in her mind over and over. This place I want you to take her is a sex club and they do live shows that are quite spectacular. "If she agrees, I will set it up so you guys are front and center and I'll give you a package of the powder to slip in her drink before the show starts. When you get home and she fucks your brains out, those images will begin to recirculate. One thing I can assure you is she will see a very attractive woman get fucked very efficiently and satisfactorily by a big black man. "Afterwards, when you're back to normal activities, she will be replaying that scene over and over and over, until she starts to believe she wants to try that. Don't push it just let it develop in her head. We'll see what transpires over a few weeks, then we'll get together socially again and see where this has gone. I'm going to wager Beth is going to agree to dance with me. At least." Von had it all thought out, like he had done this before, which he already told me he did, but it was taking some time for me to wrap my mind around the idea. Just listening to him draw it up had me so hard I didn't know if I could make it home without jerking off first. The thoughts kept running through my mind all day and I was getting extremely horny by the minute. I couldn't wait until I could walk out of the office and head home for the evening. Beth was going to get fucked very well tonight. She wasn't home when I got there, so I jumped in the shower. When I got out, I dressed in just a pair of boxers. My cock was in a state of virtual iron and had the boxers tented out obscenely when Beth walked through the door. Before she could say anything, I wrapped my arms around her from behind and started fondling her breasts and unbuttoning her blouse. Kissing her on the nape of the neck and behind her ears, and massaging her boobs and her belly soon had her aroused and both of us naked. After taking her right there on the living room floor, she was looking at me like, "What the hell brought that on?" I told her about the sex club show that "one of the guys" had told me about, and that the idea had made me hard all day, and she got the benefits from it. "What kind of show is it?" she asked. I told her, truthfully, that it involved a woman being made love to on a stage by several men and women at once and it was supposed to be absolutely fantastic. "There's going to be a show this Saturday. You want to go? He said it will make you so hot you might cum just watching it." "Well, it doesn't sound all that exciting to me, but if you want to go, I guess I can go for you." That was all the encouragement I needed and I had a pretty good idea that Beth was going to find out she would get more excited than she thought she would. I called Von and told him it was a go. He told me he would set it up so we got very good seats close to the action and that he, personally, wouldn't be there but knew some of the guys that would, and they were all very good at what they did and had enviable packages that would make Beth's eyes pop. Saturday night finally rolled around after what seemed like three weeks instead of three days and we drove to the club where the party was to take place. We gave our names to the maître D, a very impeccably dressed black man who looked at Beth appreciatively and graciously ushered us to our ringside seats. Our table was on a small platform that raised us above the floor level so our heads and eyes were above the stage. The arrangement was well thought out so that patrons wouldn't get a kink in their neck straining to see above their heads. We ordered a couple cocktails while we were waiting and after a few minutes, the lights slowly dimmed and a soft jungle type beat started up. The room got completely dark. It was then I took the opportunity to drop the package from Von in Beth's drink. A spotlight came on showing a procession of six beautiful ladies slowly walking in a phalanx surrounding a very attractive and naked girl of around twenty something and leading her to a large mattress covered in purple velvet lying in the center of the stage. The girl didn't seem at all concerned or embarrassed, about being led naked in front of a large group of strangers. Her skin was somewhat flushed and if I had to guess, she had been sexually aroused before she came out on stage. The ladies, some white, some brown, some black, all dressed in white shorts and yellow halter tops, lined up behind the girl and gently, took her arms and spun her around in a circle so the audience could see every inch of her. She was about five foot eight with short dark hair. Her eyes were a sparkling green. Her breasts stood out firm and proud with quarter sized aureoles and pink nipples that were as hard as small gum drops. Her waist dipped in tightly and then curved deliciously out around her hips. She had an athlete's legs, firm and shapely and her private mound was shaved in the shape of a heart pointing at her exposed vaginal lips. The ladies lowered her onto the mattress and sensually began to caress her body. This went on for some time and as they were arousing her, I looked over at Beth and her eyes were wide and she was totally caught up in the seduction taking place on the stage. I watched her for awhile and noticed her legs were sliding back and forth and it was very apparent she was getting turned on. As the girl was beginning to build back up to another high, another spotlight came on highlighting a lone man, naked except for a loin cloth, slowly advancing towards center stage and the girl's open and very wet valley of ecstasy. As he advanced, the ladies at her shoulders lifted her head so the girl could see him coming toward her. He got to her feet and stood there looking while the other ladies continued to keep her aroused. One of the ladies rose and went to the man and reaching inside his tights, withdrew a very impressive and growing cock. She continued to caress it until it had reached its maximum proportions then stepped back. He knelt between her legs and with a hand on each leg, moved his face closer and closer to her pussy. His hands slid up her thighs and his mouth found her opening just at the same time his thumbs touched her outer lips and separated them so he could flick his tongue rapidly over her clitoris. This scene went on to the ultimate conclusion, and by the time she had been fucked by three very large cocks, one of which was a very black man with a very large cock who took her to heights Beth had never seen before, Beth was actually rubbing her own boobs through her blouse. Once the show was over, we made our way to our car and, not wanting to seem overly anxious, I said nothing about the show. I wanted her to digest what she saw by herself. She kept looking at me on the way home, wondering what I was going to say, and when I didn't say anything, she finally said, "Well, that was quite the show." I looked at her, wondering if she would say any more. She looked sideways at me and said with a giggle, I damn near came without touching myself. I could never do that, but it was extremely erotic." She then lifted her hips off the seat and reaching under her skirt, stripped off her panties and held them out to me saying, "Look how wet they are. You better be ready for a long night mister." We fucked until daylight. One of us would fall asleep exhausted, and she would wake me up sucking me back to life. We'd fuck some more and I would wake her up playing with her nipples or pussy. Finally, about the time it was breaking dawn, we passed out totally sated. It was the first time we had done a marathon like that since we were first married. Like Von had suggested, I didn't bring it up for over two weeks and let those mental images burn into her mind. I was going out of my mind picturing Beth on that stage being fucked by Von and maybe some of his black friends. I called him and told him Beth's reaction right away and he told me that if I was serious about it, there was going to be another show this Saturday and he could arrange to have Beth partake. "Von," I said, "I'm not sold on her being in the show, but let me take her to another show, give her another package of your "magic beans" and I think I can deliver her to you on a platter. She was waking up every night having to masturbate herself to an orgasm. I'm not sure what images were burning through her mind, but they sure made her crazy. I think another dose and some more time to let the images work on her subconscious, and she'll be ready to take you on." Von agreed and set up seats for us again at the next show. When Saturday evening rolled around and we were starting to get ready to go, I suggested she wear one of her short skirts and a somewhat transparent top with no bra. "It'll make things that much easier when we get home." I said. She has always been reluctant to wear see through tops in public, but knowing what was in store after the show, she agreed. I went in and took my shower, and when I got out, she was already dressed, if you can call it that, in her very shortest mini skirt. It covered her butt cheeks, but just barely. The top she chose was not saran wrap, but it left nothing to the imagination. I stood there with a towel wrapped around my waist, and my cock pushing it out in front with my hard on. Beth smiled at me and grabbed the towel and jerked it off. She then wrapped her hand around my rod and slowly began to stroke it. I had my head back and was sighing with pleasure, when she stopped and said, "Not yet stud. Get dressed. That will have to wait until later." We arrived at the club and were escorted in by the same man as before, but this time, he looked at her knowingly and didn't make any excuses for it. Beth seemed a little uncomfortable with his look, but at the same time she was pleased with herself that another man found her attractive. He was black, yes, and there was no way she would ever be with a black man, but it was still a compliment. We got to our seats and once we sat, a couple of drinks appeared as if by magic. Since the room wasn't full yet, and we were actually quite secluded where we were, I reached over and fondled her breasts through her see through top. Her nipples were instantly erect and standing straight out against the fabric. She began to drink her potion and my hand dropped to her lap and my fingers found their way under the hem of her skirt and onto her bikini panties. "OMG" I thought, "This is going to be crazy. She's already wet." I leaned over and kissed her and told her she should go to the lady's room and take off her panties. "You're crazy! I can't do that, especially with this skirt on. You want everyone to see my beaver?" I kept rubbing her through her panties and she kept drinking her drink. The club kept filling up and when I suggested a little later that she go take her panties off, she got right up and headed for the lady's room. When she got back she sat on the stool, it was a raised table so had tall stools, and blatantly opened her legs and let me caress her pussy. The lights dimmed and as before, several girls led a very attractive 30 something on the stage completely naked and began their routine. Hands all over the girl's body bringing her close to an orgasm then, darkness, a new spotlight and a very young black man was standing there with a full erection. He slowly made his way over to the girl on the mattress and she sat up and immediately started to suck his already rigid tool. I was caressing Beth's thighs and working on her pussy while she watched. Her eyes were very wide and she was breathing raggedly watching the scene in front of us. The young man didn't waste any time on preliminaries but got right down between the girl's legs and after lubricating his cock liberally, slid it steadily into her depths. The girl caught her breath and began to buck her hips at the boy already In the throes of an orgasm. At the same time, I had my fingers buried in Beth's pussy and she was gripping my hand trying to get more in her and she came right with the girl on stage. We watched a total of three more girls get ravished on stage, and by the time we left, Beth had gone through several orgasms herself. We got home and had some wild crazy sex. Then the dreams began. At first Beth was too afraid to tell me because it just so wasn't her to dream thoughts like that. After about a week, when she woke up in the middle of the night with her pussy dripping and begging for release, again, she woke me up to tell me about her strange and scary dreams. She related to me that, at first, she was being raped by a black man, but after a little while, it wasn't rape anymore. She was a willing participant. "What's happening to me?" she asked. "This has been going on ever since going to that sex show. Even the first time we went, I started having dreams that I couldn't really believe I was having. In my dreams, sometimes I was that girl on the stage. It was absolutely disgusting at first, but now, I really don't know how to feel." I said, "Babe, it's probably normal after seeing something that erotic acted out right before your eyes, to retain that memory. Maybe your memory is just more intense than normal because of your upbringing and fear of blacks. Let's sleep on it for a while and see where it goes. It will probably stop as quickly as it started." OK, maybe that was a little white lie, but it seemed to settle her down for the time being. After some time had passed, Von called to check on progress, or lack of it. I told him Beth had awakened me a few times during the night masturbating herself to climax and told him I had an idea. I wanted to invite him and Trish to the club we knew and see where the chips fell. He agreed if I could convince Beth, he knew Trish would be good to go. A couple nights later, Beth was punishing her vagina relentlessly and when she had finished, I told her I had this idea. It had been a while since we had shared sex with any one and when I suggested we invite Von and Trish to go to the club with us she got seriously quiet. I fell asleep waiting for her response, and the next morning there still wasn't anything said, yea or nay. About two days later, she said, "About Von and Trish? I'll think about it." I knew she had been thinking about it for more than two days, but that was good enough for me. I still didn't press to get together socially with any one, thinking that absence makes the pussy... you know? The club was having its annual, end of summer "ball" in two weeks and I suggested we go. After all, it had been nearly three months since our last party. Beth agreed immediately. This was a good sign I thought. I didn't pursue the matter and after four days, Beth shyly asked, after making love passionately and satisfyingly, "Were you serious about, you know... inviting Von and Trish? It's ok with me, but I still don't think I could do it, but if you want to do Trish, it's ok with me." It came out in a long sentence without taking a breath. I kissed her passionately and told her I would invite them, and I might fuck Trish if the opportunity came up, but there were going to be a lot of people there. Then I looked her right in the eyes and said, "Beth, don't limit yourself either." To be continued? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 81