2 White Wives & 2 Black Men Ch. 01

From: Monica H-------

To: Greg H-------

Date: January 20, 2019 7:33 PM

Subject: My Sex-Filled Weekend Romp!!!

Hon, as promised, I will write down every little thing I can remember right from the very beginning. There is a lot that went on this weekend. When I think back to everything that happened, this story will be so ridiculously long that I have no choice but to divide it into sections. It may take a series of emails for me to convey this entire adventure.

PART 1: THE TEXT

It all started with a coincidence.

I was curious if there was anything kinky you wanted to try. After 5 years of marriage, I was looking for new ideas to spice things up in the bedroom. During some innocent pillow talk, I asked what you fantasize about while we're getting it on. I thought you'd tell me something we could add to our lovemaking.

Instead, you confided in me your interracial fantasies. In a shy and embarrassed kind of way, you revealed that you pictured me with a black man while we're having sex. I must say I was shocked.

You assured me this was a fantasy you never wanted to act out in real life. I was still upset. I admitted that I fantasize about a group of black hunks randomly meeting some white sorority girls and having an orgy at a beach house. I have imagined this quite a few times as I reach orgasm. But that didn't involve us (or me) personally. I tried to make you understand that.

Then only 3 days later, I was in a deep conversation with my best friend, Jacquie (she goes by "Jacquie" for short, her real name is Jacquelyn), about her difficulty getting pregnant. This was something we had talked about a lot over the last year. What she hadn't mentioned before this chat was the exact issue. In actual fact, it was her husband, Brad, who was the reason for their infertility. I tried to be tactful when I suggested she consider a sperm bank.

What she told me next left me totally floored!!

She and Brad had joined this group called the "Traditional African Connection And Wellness Network," which promises to help couples with their fertility problems through tribal medicines. I was a little bit skeptical about the whole thing as she described the program in more detail.

"Natural insemination has a way higher success rate than artificial insemination," Jacquie said defensively.

I responded bluntly, "Jacquie, this 'procedure' sounds more like a swinging club."

Jacquie stated unequivocally, "No, it's not. It'll be with a real sperm donor. Studies show this approach has a lot of emotional benefits for the expectant mother."

I asked incredulously, "Natural insemination -- you mean like full intercourse? You'll do this with a black man?"

She responded, "Yes, it is. With a healthy sperm donor. You'd be surprised at how many couples are choosing this method. I'll send you some links to information on 'AI' versus 'NI.'"

They had tried IVF to assist Brad's low sperm count, and it had been unsuccessful after many repeated attempts. When she explained everything they'd been through, I could understand why she preferred a more naturalistic solution. It was quite intriguing when she described the traditional customs around reproduction in Africa. In these cultures, being a "life-giver" was an important role not assigned to all men.

After I hung up, I read some articles on NI and its growing popularity, especially for single ladies wanting a baby. However, I still had some doubts. I couldn't imagine having sex with a complete stranger!! To me, sex was something special to be shared between two people in love. This was a brave sacrifice for her to make. Her decision left me thoroughly unsettled.

Funny to think that if it had not been for both of these things happening in the same week, none of the past 48 hours would have ever happened!!

As you know, I then relayed the whole story about Brad and Jacquie. You suddenly became insatiable. It was apparent what it was that had sparked your imagination. You wanted me to give you head as soon as I got home that evening. The next day I caught you watching interracial porn only 20 minutes after we had finished making love. Was this healthy??

I've been close to Jacquie since we were roommates at BU. However, we're not the kind of girlfriends who talk too much about sex. Suddenly things had changed, and we were wide open with each other about this very personal topic. I told her about this crazy change in your sexual appetite and what had caused it. I shared with her how, even in my teen years, I was deeply curious about black guys.

Jacquie exclaimed, "So is every other white girl!! We all secretly want black guys!!"

I said, "OK, but what I don't understand is why do white men have this EXACT same fantasy about black men screwing white women."

She said that part confused her, as well. She assured me it was pretty standard for men to have this secret wish. I still felt shaky. Why did my husband want to be cheated on and humiliated?!

Jacquie said she had a solution for us to try out. She told me that she was scheduled to have a weekend of "fertility therapy" with two members of the group, but she was really nervous. There was the option of bringing a friend. In that case, the treatment would consist of two black men and two white wives.

I don't want you to be hurt, but this scenario affected me immensely. It awakened a sudden and overwhelming lust inside of me. In fact, I was learning something new about my sexuality. I have a powerful desire for a sexual partner who is exotic, unusual, and forbidden. This realization made me feel both ashamed and liberated.

Maybe it was all these feelings that caused me to abruptly end the conversation, "Sorry, Jacquie, it's not going to happen. This is just some weird fantasy that my husband has."

I don't know why I said that. My initial reaction was to say, "Hell no!" since I was scared, and I thought there was zero chance of you sharing me with another man. I was in denial. Even back then, I KNEW this was more than a mere fantasy for you.

Still, I didn't know how to actually bring it up with you.

Fortunately, you were the one who dragged it out of me! You kept pestering me about this "secret society" that Jacquie and Brad belonged to. I kept changing the subject. I didn't want to do anything that would disrupt our perfect marriage!! But, after the third time you brought it up, I finally decided to test the waters. You remember that special moment??

I said in a very seductive tone, "Jacquie has asked me to join the 'secret society' too."

After I said that, you went absolutely nuts!! You started dry humping me before I could get my clothes off and then after we got our clothes off, we brought each other off so fast I couldn't believe it! You came almost as soon as we started doing it, and then you went down on me without stopping to take a breath. I knew at that strange moment that this dark fantasy would soon become a reality.

You started to jabber. You told me all the particular details of this fantasy. I even caught when you said that you wanted it to happen "before I turn 30," and my body "starts to go downhill" (very offensive comment, but I forgive you!), and we start a family (makes sense!). I'm only 29 years old for a few more months. The timing was right. I couldn't believe that you had this all planned out in your head.

This was something you actually wanted to happen for REAL!!

I didn't let on at the time, but I was becoming quite amicable to the idea of acting out your fantasy. I was enjoying the thought of another man, a black man, enjoying my soft olive-toned skin (I never forget to use a moisturizing body wash!) and perfect body (if I do say so myself!). Don't get me wrong, I was absolutely TERRIFIED. I knew full well that our marriage would never be the same again.

I was trembling in the master ensuite when I sent Jacquie a single text: "hey jacqs im in"

In retrospect, I didn't really fully realize at that moment the implications of what was about to take place. A big black cock was an abstract and hypothetical thought. I didn't know how it would, in reality, look, smell, taste, and, um—most importantly—feel inside of me. OMG! You want to know the full story? Well, that will come later...or should I say, cum, cum, cum, cum, and cum later. Sorry, hon. I'm getting carried away!! It's been a pretty incredible weekend!!

Anyhow, I'm getting ahead of myself. I had to pack. It's now Thursday night. I grabbed one of our smaller Samsonite suitcases from the basement. You wanted to have complete control of each and every item of clothing that I packed. You insisted on deciding precisely what went into my suitcase. It was all part of your fantasy.

You LITERALLY spent an hour picking out 3 panties from my underwear drawer!! In the end, you selected my lace turquoise thong, a bright pink v-string, and one of those strappy open cage-back cheeky panties which I had just bought at Victoria's Secret.

What was going through your head?? It was beyond me. You were out of control as you went through my side of the walk-in closet. I made a mental note of each piece of clothing you threw into the suitcase:

Basically, it was all of my sexiest (and slutty) clothing, some of them going back to college. I don't even think you were considering how any of these items made coordinating outfits. You also hadn't taken into account the fact that it was snowing outside. It was the middle of January, and I wasn't planning on freezing!

I smiled and looked into your eyes. What had you forgotten?!! I reminded, "You've got to leave something out for me to put on tomorrow morning" and continued in a slightly lower tone, "What am I going to wear tomorrow when my black man sees me undress for the first time?"

This obviously drove you crazy, and you aggressively started to kiss my mouth and neck. I needed to get you back under control!!

Then you surprised me by pulling out a huge 36 pack of Trojan ultra-thin condoms. You tore the box open and sprinkled the packets of condoms all around the suitcase.

Your voice cracked as you exclaimed, "You're going to have lots of sex this weekend!"

"And you're getting none," I replied in a firm tone.

We had been abstaining from sex for the last two weeks, ever since I sent the text to Jacquie. On Tuesday, I had secretly made a last-minute appointment at the spa and got a fresh Brazilian wax. Everything was ready.

Neither of us got much sleep on Thursday night. I was pretty groggy when I first woke up. You looked a mess. I wasn't sure if you'd been crying during the night. Then you brought me a coffee and breakfast in bed and made the bed while I was in the shower. I'm not sure what had gotten into you with all of this sudden attentiveness! I could get used to it! Did you sense a male rival ready to mate?!!

I dressed as I normally would for the office but a bit more dressy than usual for a casual Friday. I put on a white blouse, a short black pencil skirt (I'm terrified of violating the firm dress code but a hemline a couple inches above the knee doesn't raise too many eyebrows), and flesh-toned pantyhose. Underneath, I wore your favorite turquoise thong.

I dropped off my suitcase at the hotel reception before walking three city blocks to the office and up to the 31st floor.

I had a series of meetings during the workday, and this took my mind off the impending weekend. We were in the middle of finalizing our quarterly review for the leadership team. But then...I glanced down and noticed my skirt had slid up past mid-thigh, and something came over me. A flood of sexy thoughts rushed into my head. I felt incredibly horny. I'd smooth the bottom of the skirt and try to focus back on the voices at the other end of the conference call.

Unfortunately, I was so nervous I couldn't concentrate for very long. My knees were shaking. I was totally FREAKING OUT. My hands trembled as I started to compose the list of objectives for my department.

I was relieved to get out of the meeting. I was tingly and wet. Unfortunately, two sides of my office are frameless glass walls viewing an open area of cubicles. Having the urge to touch myself but not being able to because I work in a "fishbowl" was the worst!! Rubbing my thighs together just gave me the tiniest pleasurable sensation. It was impossible to focus on my emails.

It was only two subway stops from the office to the station where I had planned to meet Jacquie. I met her on the subway platform.

Jacquie spends a fortune on clothes and only wears designer labels. She was dressed in a short grey sweater dress, feminine black blazer, and black nylons. The lines were simple, and the sweater dress was probably cashmere. She always looks so classy!

Her makeup was much heavier than usual but not too outrageous.

"You look gorgeous," I told her.

"Awww, so do you," Jacquie said as she gave me a little hug, "We're so sexy,"

After the hug, she looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Are you ready for this?"

I whispered in her ear, "I want this bad."

PART 2: THE RESTAURANT

Thankfully it was a short walk to the restaurant in our ridiculous high heels.

You know, it was the same cool new restaurant that we went to for our last anniversary. I loved the ambiance and industrial-chic interior design. The in-floor lighting cast dramatic beams of light on the exposed brick and high-ceiling rafters. I knew our dinner would be yummy.

The reservation was under Jacquie's name. As we were waiting for our table, I sensed someone behind me. I half turned and there behind us were two incredibly tall black men. They were far taller and more muscular than I was expecting, and it kind of took my breath away. They were also both sharply dressed in crew-neck T-shirts and sports jackets, which looked straight out of GQ magazine.

"Hi, my name is DeShawn," said one of the black men.

He looked me deeply in the eyes.

He held out a single red rose and said, "You must be Monica. Will you be my date this evening?"

I started to nod in agreement. Before I could say anything further, DeShawn pulled me in for a warm hug and a light kiss on the lips. I was tingling all over!!

"My name is Abdi," said the other black man. He had a foreign accent. He held out his rose to Jacquie and asked: "Will you be my date?"

"Yes," Jacquie replied in an excited voice, "for the whole weekend."

I was shocked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and boldly planted a kiss directly on his lips. Abdi didn't seem to be too taken aback. He gently eased back from the kiss and kept his face close to hers. I noticed his hand had already found the small of her back as they broke apart.

DeShawn had grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me to his side in a smooth and natural movement. Body language can often speak louder than words. We were standing together like we were already a couple. I suddenly felt more relaxed. The whole day I'd had butterflies in my stomach. With DeShawn's hand on my waist, these jitters were quickly melting away.

The hostess led us to our table. She had the biggest grin on her face and asked us if this was a special occasion. Jacquie made up a story that this was a blind date and that we had been set up by a male co-worker.

Jacquie even joked with the younger woman (probably a college student) that our dates "might be getting lucky at the end of the night if they play their cards right."

The hostess gave us a knowing wink. I was feeling kind of flustered. I could tell she was looking at my diamond wedding band. I'm sure everyone a mile away could see the giant rock on Jacquie's ring finger.

DeShawn pulled out the chair for me before I sat down. He seemed to be a real gentleman.

When I remarked that Abdi was an unusual name, he explained that it was short for Abdiweli, which is a common name in Somalia. DeShawn joked that Abdi was the only real African at the table. DeShawn was descended straight from slave blood and was still "owed his forty acres." I told them I'm Portuguese-American. Jacquie wasn't sure what year her great-grandparents immigrated to America. Her maiden name is Dutch in origin.

DeShawn said jokingly, "So that's why you such a pale hoe!"

Everyone laughed. Our server appeared, and Jacquie ordered a delicious bottle of cab sauv to start off with apps.

Jacquie declared sympathetically, "Slavery is such a horrific chapter in our history."

"No worries," DeShawn chortled, "We takin' our reparations every time a brotha get a taste of some sweet white pussy."

We all laughed again. Deep down, though, it suddenly made me feel good about what we were doing. I was proud of myself. It felt like I was donating my body to the goal of racial equality.

The food was superb. I had the seared ahi tuna bowl, Jacquie had sautéed scallops and prawn linguine, Abdi had a lamb shank, and DeShawn had the filet mignon. (I surreptitiously picked up the check since Jacquie had paid for everything else this weekend.)

It caught my attention when DeShawn read something on the menu to Abdi. I innocently asked if he could read in English since it was not his first language. There was an awkward moment when it became apparent he didn't read at all!

"I grew up in a poor country that did not have many schools," Abdi explained.

"Don't even trip about that," DeShawn interrupted, "my dawg Abdiweli has more 'street IQ' than any brother I know."

The conversation quickly turned sexual. DeShawn and Abdi asked us a lot of questions about what we liked in bed and if we had any secret fantasies. I did NOT bring up my beach house fantasy. I told them I was intrigued by the idea of light spanking but had been too shy to bring it up with my husband.

Abdi asked us about our past experience. I admitted that growing up a good Catholic girl, I had been a technical virgin up until when I moved away to college and met the man I would eventually marry (age: 20). They started whooping and hollering.

DeShawn shouted, "Not only she a virgin to the black meat, she a virgin to any meat but her husband."

We all laughed, but I was embarrassed and looked around the restaurant to see if anyone else had heard us. Fortunately, it was somewhat noisy in the crowded restaurant.

I learned a lot about Jacquie. She lost her virginity in grade 10 and had had sex with 4 guys before she started dating Brad. She had never slept with anyone of a different race, not even a Hispanic dude.

While we were talking, I admired the faces of these two black strangers. God, they were handsome. For starters, they had skin as black as coal. Before this, I was usually attracted to cute blond boys. My celebrity crushes were actors like Jude Law and Ryan Gosling. But I realized, right at this moment, that fat nostrils and big lips were beautiful.

In particular, Abdi was astonishingly sexy. He was thin but muscular. I loved his shyness and his intense stare. DeShawn's face was handsome but rougher and more intimidating. He had the build of a defensive tackle. I was attracted to his deep voice and confidence.

DeShawn had removed his jacket when he sat down. I noticed his right arm could pass as The Hulk's and was so gorgeous that I was willing to strip naked in the restaurant just so he could smash me. Yes, I went there. Fortunately, I didn't have much longer to wait!

PART 3: THE HOTEL ROOM

Jacquie inserted the key card, and we entered the room. I was impressed. She had booked an executive suite at the Four Seasons. We had barely looked around when DeShawn summoned us to the table.