Anniversary Present

Anniversary Present BY LENNY My story is about what my husband gave me on our second wedding anniversary three months ago, and its consequences afterwards. Before, telling you about the incident, I'd like to describe myself. I'm 25 years old, married to a young assistant DA. I work as a legal advisor in a small law firm. My origin is Japanese and my father and mother still talk perfect Japanese. Although, I understand them, I am not fluent in that language. I met Tim, my husband during my freshman year in college. He is from a WASP family, with his sandy blond hair, and athletic body, he is quite handsome. For different reasons I had never dated much and neither had engaged in unmarried sex. We had started to go together then, and even before we got married we were faithful to each other. We were a highly sexed couple and had discussed having some experiences with other couples or might have if the opportunity had ever presented itself. We are open- minded in sexual matters, and tried out every possible variation in Kama Sutra. However, I had never had another man and I was sure that Tim had never had another woman after we met. He finds me so beautiful that he considers himself very lucky to have me as his wife. I had been raised in a very strict family. I was sixteen and I wasn?t even allowed to bring a boy home for a visit in the afternoon, let alone have a date or visit at his house. The attitudes that I?d been taught at home seemed to show and sometimes the girls at school would stop talking when I joined the group. I wondered what they were talking about. I guessed they were talking about boys and I?d like to hear what they were saying but was much to shy to bring the subject up myself. In spite of what the girls at school thought, I wanted to find out about boys. When I thought no one was looking I examined every boy I could see. I look in the bulges in the boys pants and I got wet between my legs. It embarrassed me when this happened but it felt good too. I wanted to find out what caused it. I had a good figure with firm breasts, each of my nipples stood out from the considerable mound of my firm tits. My waist was only twenty four inches and my hips flared out to match my bust. I still wore my long black hair shoulder length, and my regular features were oriental. I was a virgin until our wedding night. I am 5? 6?? tall with a 36-24-36, lean figure, shoulder length black hair and long shapely legs. In early August, on a Friday morning, Tim informed me that, the following day is our third wedding anniversary, and he had in his mind a very different present for me, and he wouldn?t tell me what it was until the last moment. I was flattered, to hear that, and started to search a present for him. I bought him a very expensive gold lighter and hoped that it matches whatever gift he had chosen for me. I hardly waited until next day in the afternoon to see how we were going to celebrate our anniversary. What I expected was a romantic dinner in a fancy restaurant after which we could go to a motel for long and passionate lovemaking. In fact, he took me to a restaurant that night, with a slight promise of spending the night outside, in a motel room. The place where we ate was a small Japanese restaurant, and very crowded. We sat on the floor, our legs bended together. I showed him my naked thighs and even a glimpse of my pantiless crotch, to prepare him for our amorous night afterwards. He seemed nervous but talkative. In order not be heard by the people around us, we whispered over the low table between us. I gave him my small gift package, and he enthusiastically unwrapped the box. He smiled when he saw the lighter. 'Thank you Kay, this is beautiful. I love you.' 'I love you too. Where is my gift?' I asked, anxiously. 'Wait a little more, darling he will come.' Tim laughed. 'He?' 'Whoops! It's got out of my mouth.' 'What do you mean by HE?' I insisted, becoming nervous. 'Well... Your present is a man, a lover for you tonight.' 'A man? Tim. What are you planning?' I was amazed at the incredibility of the situation. 'Yes darling. I hired a man escort for you tonight. I always wanted you have sex with another man. But I couldn't bring out the subject until this very moment. Please accept my gift to you as our anniversary present and go with this man to the motel. Enjoy him.' 'Tim... I don't know what I should say... I've never desired to go to bed with another man. I'm sexually happy with you.' 'Please Kay. At least, you should do this for me. I want you to be a free woman. I want you uninhibited. I want to show you my love, that I don't take you for granted.' He whispered. 'But, Tim... This is...' I searched for the word. '...outrageous. How can I sleep with a man that I don't know, and return back to my normal life?' I was shaken. 'I understand honey. But, I think it is quite healthy for a normal young woman to lust after a man other than her husband once or twice in her married life. I'll give you the opportunity to take a taste of what it'd be like to have some other man in your bed beside me.' 'Thank you for your consideration, but I don't want it. I am your wedded wife, will remain faithful to you until the death do us part, as I promised three years ago.' 'Wouldn't you wait to make up your mind till you see the candidate, at least?' He smiled. 'My answer is: No.' I was adamant. For a while, we ate silently. But, I began to think over his proposal. 'Look Kay... Why not meet the man and decide afterwards?' He insisted. 'Could we change the subject?' I snapped back tersely. 'The... people in the agency told me that he is hung like a horse. He can fuck five times in a row...' 'Tim!' I made a face. All of a sudden, a big man came to our table and sat between us uninvited. And he was black! 'Hi, my name is Al. I think you are expecting me.' He smiled. 'Oh, yes I'm Tim, and this is my wife, Kay.' My husband and he shook hands. Then, the man offered his hand to me, I gave him my hand instinctively, but quickly took it back when the situation become clear. My husband had planned to set me up with this black man. He thought that I would go to bed with a stranger and even with a black guy. It was crazy. A black man. The picture in my mind was: A white skinned oriental woman under a coal black African American, her legs spread wide and he was pumping her furiously. What a sight! 'Tim. Let's talk this between you and me... I won't...' But, I felt my pussy getting wet. 'Kay, Kay. Be patient. Just enjoy your food. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to.' 'Your wife is surely a very beautiful woman.' Al injected. 'Thank you, Al. But it seems she wasn't up to what I was planning for her tonight.' My husband replied. 'Is this your first time?' Al asked. 'Yes, and this is our third anniversary. I thought a present like this would make her happy.' 'It sure does.' Al continued. 'But, as a first timer, it is quite understandable for her to shy away at the beginning.' 'I'm not shy.' I snapped back at Al. 'Look lady, your husband paid $ 2000 to the agency to get my services for you tonight. He must have loved you a lot. Why refuse his present? And I'm worthed every penny to make you spend a unforgettable night. Believe me.' He smiled sweetly. 'Well, I don't know...' I was beginning to lose my ground. The flashes of a lean white body in front of a big black man, on her knees, hungrily sucking cock, was making the juices drip from my naked pussy. Tim stood up and said. 'I think the time is right for me to leave you two love birds together. Enjoy my gift, Kay.' 'No... Tim... Don't go...' I started. But he was already gone. Al came closer to me and placed a big hand on my thigh. 'Be calm, Kay. I'll make you very happy.' 'Ohh... I don't know. I'm not accustomed to this. Sorry.' He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. 'What the Hell!' I thought. 'Why not go through with it?' We began to chat. He was 25 years old and has an MBA, just began his doctorate studies at the university. He worked for an escort agency as a part-time job to make his living. I closely looked into his face and saw a fine young black man, both ambitious and well mannered. 'Are you Chinese or Japanese?' Al asked. 'Don't be silly. I'm American. But, my parents are from Japan.' 'Sorry. I always wanted to be with an oriental woman. But I never had the chance before.' He told me that he was very hungry and he'd better eat before a love session in order to perform well. We ordered another selection of dishes, mostly seafood and rice which I prefer due to my Japanese origins. After he finished his meal we got up and left the restaurant. We drove off in his car. He took me to the motel where my husband had made the reservation for us earlier that day. We entered the room, he leading the way. I had never been alone in a hotel room with another man other than my husband, before. 'Are you nervous?' He asked. 'Yes, I think so.' I replied. 'I just got really dizzy here for a moment.' Al half laughed, 'You sure, you're OK?' 'Yes, I think so.' I said. He took my face between his black powerful hands. His fingers were on my temples, massaging. Then with one arm around my waist and one hand still massaging my right temple he lowered his head to my neck and gently kissed me. I felt a wave of electricity shoot through my body and I thought I would faint. 'What are you doing?' I asked, half scared to death. 'Nothing Kay, nothing you wouldn't want me to.' He kissed me again as his arm tighten around my waist. 'I think I better go the bathroom, Al.' I said with a semi-panicked voice. 'Relax Kay, do you think I'm going to hurt you?' 'Well, I don't know Al, are you?' 'Of course not Kay, I wouldn't think of it.' Then he bent over and kissed the other side of my neck, this time he lingered and lightly ran his tongue over the skin. I shuddered all over. 'Now, doesn't that feel good Kay?' I didn't reply. I could feel his warm breath against my neck and it was driving me crazy. I began to squirm to try and get out of his grasp but it was to no avail. He held me tight as he continued. Al then began moving his hand back and forth across my flat stomach as he massaged my temple and kissed my neck. My knees had all but given out by this time and I was just hanging there with my hands on the sink and my back against this black man. I wasn't sure what I was feeling, but it sure was different. As Al rubbed my stomach, he began to unbutton the bottom buttons of my blouse. I was too weak and immobilized to do anything and he obviously could sense that, because he was really bold in this movements. When he finally reached the button at my belly button, he moved his hand underneath my blouse and placed his big hand on my belly. Shivers ran up and down my spine as he ran his fingers lightly over the skin. My head was spinning, I really just didn't know what to do. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't know how to stop it. 'You're beautiful Kay, Al whispered in my ear. 'You're one of the most beautiful women I have ever known.' Al continued rubbing me and moved his right hand from my temple to my belly as well. With one hand he rubbed and with the other he continued his pursuit of unbuttoning my blouse. I was starting to panic now, as I struggled to try and get loose from his grasp. 'Al please...' I said with a soft voice. 'Please let me go. I'm not sure of this.' Al didn't answer, but kept rubbing and moving his hand upward in the process. By now he had my blouse completely unbuttoned. Then with one clean motion, Al turned me around and pinned my back to the wall. He looked me straight in the eye as his body pushed against mine and then he took both hands, put them on each side of my head, moved his head forward and placed his lips directly on mine. I began to struggle to get loose but I had no room to move. His lips burned against mine as he continued to kiss me passionately. With his lips still pressed tightly against mine, Al took his hands and moved them to my shoulders, placed them under my blouse and began to push. I was limp and it really didn't take much effort for him to push it over my shoulder and down my arms till it fell in a pile onto the floor. I wanted to resist, honest I did, but I just couldn't. Then Al took his hands and placed them on my back and began to pull me close to him, still kissing me. My mind was racing, by head was spinning, and my legs were so weak I didn't even know they were still attached to my hips. As Al continued to kiss me he began to run his tongue over my slightly parted lips, I opened my mouth slightly and he inserted his tongue inside, moving his tongue in and out gently and slowly. I heard myself began to make little moaning noises, I didn't know where they were coming from but they were there. I was so enthralled with Al?s lips on mine that I hardly noticed this fingers fumbling at the snap on my white lacy bra until I felt it unsnap and come apart. Finally he took his mouth off of mine. 'Al stop,' I screamed. 'Stop right now. I don't want to do this. I want to return to my husband.' Al looked me straight in the eye and with a very stern look on his face he said: 'Kay, shut up and relax. Your husband hired me to fuck you. And you are running back. What would you say to him?' I was stunned. I didn't know if I should fear him or respect him. His voice was so commanding yet, so gentle and reassuring. 'Did you understand me Kay?' Al repeated. Stunned, I just looked at him and shook my head. 'Remember Kay, I won't tell you twice. If you really want to go, then go. I am entitled to keep the money your husband paid, as I already stepped inside this room with you, no matter we fucked or not.' With that Al moved backward one step and as he did he pulled my bra away from my body and dropped it to the floor. There I stood, for the first time ever in my life, bare chested in front of another man other than my husband. 'Your breasts are very beautiful Kay.' Al said in a very matter of fact tone of voice. Well I knew they weren't the biggest in the world but the size of them on my lithe body surely must have had its own effect on Al as he stood there and watched them. My eyes were half closed, mostly out of embarrassment, and my head was turned downward. 'Look up here at me Kay.' Al said. As I did, he was smiling. 'Your breasts are beautiful Kay, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.' I wondered how he knew what I was thinking. Then he reached out his hand and with his forefinger and thumb he placed them on my erect nipple and slightly squeezed. I thought I had been sitting in the electric chair as a charge went racing through my body from my breast to my feet and back to my brain in a millisecond. Oh, God, I cried out as my eyes closed and my head flung backwards and my knees buckled. Al steadied me with his left arm as he continued to squeeze my nipple. Then he took the whole hand and encompassed my breast and gently squeezed on it. 'Open your eyes and look at me Kay.' Al commanded. I opened my eyes and Al was staring lovingly into them. 'Do you like that Kay?' Al asked. No words would come out of my mouth. I was speechless. Without a word, I took off my skirt in front of this black gigolo. He watched my naked body for a while before undressing himself. When he was fully naked, I saw his big black penis. It was big! And erect. I was pleasantly surprised at its size. It was much bigger than my husband's, not only longer but it was especially thicker and I admit to having a sexual thrill as he brought it forward to my view. His only request was: 'Suck it, baby.' I was in a dream. As if hypnotized, I shamelessly walked toward him, and kneeled before his big black tool. I kissed his cock. I hesitated no longer, taking his manhood into my mouth and licking it up and down like a lolly-pop before finally taking the tip of it into my mouth for sucking. I sucked on it like there was no tomorrow. He requested me to stand up. Facing me we looked into each other's eyes. 'Tell me Kay. How do you want me to treat you tonight?' 'Well... What are my alternatives?' 'It's up to you, Kay. I can treat you as if you are a princes, a lady, a shy woman to meet her long lost lover, or a slut, a whore, if you like.' 'Mmm. I don't want a romantic night with somebody else other than my husband.' Well... Maybe I'll settle for a dirty role with you. Why don't you consider me as if I'm the one who is being paid to spend the night with my client. Let me be the whore. Make your demands. Make me do things that you can expect from a cheap hooker.' 'OK. You've asked for it.' He laughed. 'Now, I want you to walk to the radio set on the bedside table and a tune in a station with some dance music.' I found an FM station, and made some adjustments on the voice level not to be heard outside the room. 'Dance for me, Kay.' He sat on the couch in front of the window. 'Make it as erotic as you can.' I went very near to him, and began to sway my hips. Remembering the figures of the professional dancers on television shows, I made up my amateurish performance which I thought, wasn't very bad for my black 'client'. He kept on stroking his big cock, watching me. That's it, baby. Shake your ass a little more. Turn around a bit, and show me your pretty ass.' He gave his directives. I was enjoying my act immensely. I began to tease him with my talking. 'You like to watch my legs, Al. I know that. You think my thighs are nice, don't you, Al? You think they're sexy.' 'Kay, you are a real slut.' 'You can see my pussy dripping now, Al. Look at the trail of wetness inside my thigh. If you want to see the inside of my pussy, I can lift it up for you. Would you like that, Al?' 'Kay, open your pussy lips with your fingers and bend over, bring your ass in front my face. Let me see your pink pussy from the behind.' 'Look, Al. Look at my pussy. Isn't it pretty? You can look as much as you want to; I'll just stand here and hold my pussy lips apart for you. Do you want to touch it? Al. I know you love that.' 'Yes, yes. Baby, keep on doing this.' 'Okay, Al. If you say so. I think I should dance some more. You can watch my breasts bounce around as I dance. Isn't that sexy, Al? I know you think I have pretty breasts. Look at how my nipples are all stiff. That's for you, Al. Wouldn't you like to touch them? I'll bet you can guess how my breasts feel. Can't you, Al? Don't you think about how good it was to put your hands on them? Isn't it exciting, Al? Isn't my body turning you on? You can't always get a customer like me, Al, I know. Such a young, soft, firm body, isn't it, Al? And a Japanese cunt. Have you ever heard about a Japanese cunt? And do you know what I can do with it. You wont settle for a white or black pussy after I let you in mine, Al. Think about it. I'm going to take your big tool in my cunt. Watch, Al. Isn't my cunt nice? You do want me, Al. You know you do. I know it too. You want this Japanese body so much. You can have it, Al. Right now. It could be all yours. Any way you want.' 'Damn you, Kay. You're so hot. You'll make me come even without touching you.' 'But you can remember how you always wanted to fuck a Japanese cunt, Al? How it will be to climb on top of me, taking me, doing it to me, to a Japanese woman. Think about it, Al. How it would feel to have this body underneath you, with these legs around your waist, holding you. Think about how it was, with my body twisting against you, twisting and squirming and bucking with you, and how my lips felt on yours, how you would kiss my mouth and bite my tongue and how...' 'Stop it, bitch. Let's go to bed and I want to put my cock right into your dirty mouth.' We got rid of the covers on the bed and laid side by side. I was trying to catch my breath. I rolled onto my side at the foot of the bed, putting his cock almost exactly on the same level as my face or as my mouth, to be precise. I ducked my head forward and began moving my tongue around his glans, slowly swirling. That was great! I swirled. My tongue was agile, inexperienced but willing, limber and long enough to do the job. Not to mention, tireless. I moved it around and around his fat cock head, all the time moving my lips closer and closer to his glans. My slim little fingers were gripping the base of his black cock, my tongue was swirling, my lips were nearing, and from time to time I'd glance up at him, and looking into his eyes, trying to detect the level of his enjoyment. My other hand? I was playing with my breasts, caressing them briefly and spending a lot of time pinching and twisting my nipples a lot more vigorously than he would have. Even laying crossways on the bed, I could almost have straightened my lithe legs. He reached down and caressed my face. I closed my eyes contentedly and pushed my head forward a little more and fastened my lips around the head of his tool. I let go of the base of his cock and reached up to rest my hand on his hip. I guided him toward me a little bit, then back. As he pressed forward, I took about half his cock into my mouth. My tongue teased the underside of his shaft, and my cheeks were drawn inward with the force of my sucking. Al caressed my face again, and I shivered slightly. He traced his finger around the side of my mouth, up my jaw to my ear, then back down to where his penis was outlined through my concaved cheeks. His hand went farther. He caressed my beautiful swells, using just his fingertips to glide over the silken, full flesh of pride curves or what would be the milk source for my future babies. They were already firm, aroused and laying on my back, they stood up like pale hills. Al knelt astride my head and slid his hands under my ass. He began kissing and licking just above my knees. When he slid his hands to the back of my knees and pulled my legs open, I hesitated to keep on sucking. When he pressed his lips to the taut flesh on the inside of my shapely thigh, I groaned around his turgid tool. The vibrations were discernible on his swollen, over-sensitized cock flesh. His balls were starting to tighten ominously. He licked higher on my thighs, forced by the disparity in our heights to slide back until his manhood was threatening to pop out of my mouth... which was the idea at the moment: I didn't want him to cum so quickly. But I had other ideas. I arched back and up, maintaining my lip-grip on his glans as long as possible. And I was clamping my thighs back together as Al's tongue approached my barely furred cunt. He slid back a little farther, and his cock popped out of my mouth. He licked around the edges of my pubic hair and then pressed his tongue down between my tightly clamped thighs to brush as much of my labia as he could. My musk was inhaled by his handsome nose. 'Fuck me Al. Please fuck my Japanese cunt.' I begged. He put his cock tip just between my engorged pussylips and with one hard thrust he inserted his long black tool inside my vagina. Once, fully connected together by his massive organ we began to kiss passionately without moving our pelvises. I squeezed my cunt muscles to grab his cock. 'Oh, my God, Kay. You're unbelievable.' He tried to pull out his cock in order to start his in-and-out movements; but I didn?t let him, by holding his penis firmly with my cunt. 'I dare you, Al. Just try to pull back, and see if you can.' He made another attempt to pull and all he could accomplished was slightly lifting my pelvis up still attached to his by the big hard hose. 'Oh, damn you. What a cunt! I can't free my cock from it.' 'That's right darling. I told you before. You have to cut your cock in order to be separated from me. Or... or beg me to release you.' I laughed. 'Baby, I don't want to be separated from you. I want to fuck you. How can I fuck when you keep my cock motionless deep in your pussy?' 'Don't worry darling. I will show you what a Japanese cunt can do to a man. You don't need to pump me. Just lay still on top of me and let me do all the work. You can kiss me if you like but don't move any part of your body while I take care of your cock.' He started to kiss my face all over. I began relaxing and squeezing movements with my cunt muscles. By doing so his cock must have been getting an incredible suction effect which was quite obvious from his groans. His breath rate quickened and with a loud yell he advertised his orgasm which was taking place in my deep belly. My womb sucked in all the semen he ejaculated. I released his cock. He dismounted me and laid on his back. 'Wow. I wouldn't believe him if someone had told me he experienced such a fuck.' He said. 'You see what is so different with a Japanese woman.' I replied. 'Is it part of your cultural training to learn how to fuck?' 'Of course not. But, it is in our traditions to know how to make a man happy in the bed.' 'Will you let me fuck you American style in the next run?' He asked. 'Yes, let's see how soon I can get you hard for the second round.' I lowered my face down on his crotch to find and relive his now placid penis. I picked his long and soft hose between my lips and sucked it in my mouth. I didn't take me long to have hard again with my teasing tongue under his cock's helmet. He put me on my back and climbed on top of me. When he entered me and began his pumping, I didn't resisted his pulling out but still controlling the thightness of my vagina I gave him intense sensations I think he hadn't experienced before. He made me come several times before his climax. Afterwards, we snuggled closer and went to sleep in each other's arms. On the following morning, I waked up first. I looked the black handsome man laying beside me, sleeping peacefully. I searched my soul, and felt sorry to be loosing him after couple of minutes. I went to bathroom to take a shower. My mind was on him. I wanted to keep him as my lover. When I returned to the room, he was awake, smiling. 'Good morning.' 'Good morning.' I smiled back. 'Did you sleep well? 'Yes.' 'Are you sorry, you've slept with me?' 'No.' 'Do you want to see me again?' Al asked. 'Yes... I want you take me away, to your place... I couldn't get enough of you last night.' 'You mean, now?' 'Yes.' 'What about your husband?' He was quizzical. 'I don't care.' I got rid of the towel covering my nakedness. I stood stark naked in front of his eyes. 'Are you really sure?' 'Yes... yes. Please take me with you. I want to be your woman. I've fallen in love with you.' 'No, don't say that. You must have fallen in love with my cock.' 'Yes, I'm in love with your cock.' 'And, I'm in love with your cunt, baby.' He took me to a cabin up in the hills, some 30 miles away from the city. The place was belonged to one of his friends. We did some shopping before reaching our destination. I bought enough food and other groceries to last us at least three days. Upon entering the small cottage, Al started the fireplace going, with thick oak logs burning fiercely. In the flickering dim light of the burning wood, we quickly took off our clothes and laid on some rags in front of the fireplace, cuddled closely. On the remaining day, we fucked in every way conceivable. Al took me in different positions, starting with classical missionary style than reverted to doggy way. Until that evening my pussy and his cock got so sore that we had to take a break. During the night and the next day, we went easy on our genitalia. We had contented with kissing, fondling and licking. On our second night up on the mountains, we made slow and passionate love which lasted eight hours. We were connected together by his penis, all during those 8 hours. Inevitably we slept throughout the second day. On the following night, Al took me anally. On the third day we copulated like bunnies. He came in me countless times, causing me multiple orgasms in each of them. On our third night, after the dinner we laid in front of the fireplace and talked. 'Al, I want to be your mistress.' 'For how long?' He inquired. 'As long as you want me. I want to carry your child.' 'I don't think it would work. Interracial relationships are not healthy. They don't last long. You can not adopt to my surroundings, or your folks wouldn't accept me in theirs.' Al explained. 'But, my marriage to Tim is also an interracial one.' I blurted. 'He must have loved you very much.' 'Yes he loves me. I wouldn't suspect it otherwise.' 'Why do you consider to leave him, then?' 'I love you, Al.' 'No, you don't love me, Kay. You love my cock, or you love sex.' 'I guess you're right.' 'You can get full sexual satisfaction with your husband. He seems to be very open- minded fellow. Why not talk to him about whatever desires your body craves. And have a baby from him... not from me.' On the fourth day, Al drove me to the city, and left me at the garden gate in front of our house. He gave me a slight kiss on the lips and half-hearthedly promised to call me. My husband met me at the door. 'Where have you been? Why didn't you call me?' 'I was with the man you hired to fuck me.' 'Come on in. You looked terrible.' He kissed me. 'I'm all right.' 'Do you want me to run a bath for you?' 'No, thank you. Oh, I'm awfully tired.' 'What happened, Kay?' 'Now, I'm sure, I'm a slut.' 'Oh Kay, what are you saying? I love you. I know, it's my fault to give you such a present on our anniversary.' My husband argued. 'Never mind about the incident. Maybe it was good for me, to find about myself. I think I am a whore, always been one.' I declared. 'Don't talk like that.' Tim begged. 'You're my little innocent wife. I love you so much. I went crazy while you were with him, where he took you, and for three days I didn't hear from you or I didn't know what happened to you.' 'We went to his cabin up in the hills. We fucked ourselves silly for three days. He was inexhaustible. I worshipped his cock. It was so big and hard all the time.' 'I thought, it was a good idea for you to fuck a black guy as a variety in our sex life. But I was wrong. You fell for a black cock.' 'Tim, I needed to take the enough of him. It took three days. I'm sorry not to inform you. But, I couldn't. I was out of my mind.' 'Will you leave me, Kay?' Tim was in tears. 'No, I had enough. I want to stay as your wife. It was an once-in-a-lifetime affair. It's finished.' 'Oh, Kay I'm so happy to hear that.' Tim kneeled in front of me and looked directly into my eyes. 'I want my innocent wife back.' 'And, I want my handsome husband back.' I smiled at him. We hugged and kissed for a long time. We decided to have a baby. Now, after three months from my escapade with Al, I finally got pregnant, my gynecologist assured me that it was only six weeks, and I'm sure I'm carrying Tim's child. Al has never called me, afterwards. End of Story November 1997 6862 1.30/512345