I would like to use a paragraph to thank Deni Wom for taking the time to read this story and suggest improvements to me. I think my work will show improvement thanks to her generous sharing.

Ten years into his marriage, Paul was bored to death with the sex life he had at home. If his wife was even close to being in the mood, he still never seemed to be able to do exactly what she wanted. So usually during their sexual bonding she would lie there and pick the pimples on his back, or ask if she could turn the TV on (even she didn’t call it “make love” any more).

They seemed to be having less and less conversation as the months wore on. Paul was worried. He loved Lucy. There was no doubt in his mind about that point. But damn he was feeling less and less interested in trying to please her. So he found himself just “sticking it in, riding her, getting off, and then drifting off to sleep” more and more often. It seemed not to bother Lucy. In fact, she seemed to prefer his quick and dirty technique to those times when he really tried to make it good for her too.

After a year or two of increasing disinterest, it simply became easier to masturbate before he went to bed. Lucy seemed not to mind that either.

She turned thirty. And over the months, Paul noticed she was becoming more irritable, less even tempered. She started snapping at him for seemingly inconsequential reasons. Paul began to wonder if she were approaching her change of life early.

Then, to make matters worse, his wife’s best friend from high school moved back to town. The last time he had seen his wife’s friend, Jenna, was clear back at his and Lucy’s wedding. Paul admitted that he had not liked Jenna from the very beginning. There was something about her that made him feel as if she was not a good influence on his wife-to-be. She had a class A body, and her face was movies star quality, but the way she seemed to hold sway over Lucy really bothered Paul.

At Lucy’s bachelorette party, Jenna had kept Lucy out all night long. Lucy in fact confessed to not getting home until after eleven o’clock the next morning. Paul never had found out what really happened that night, though he had asked several times, but his wife had always changed the subject. And his darling love of his life had begged off sex on their honeymoon night, of all times, saying she was not just feeling up to it.

So Paul had been forced to wait until the night after they started their honeymoon to pop her cherry. And his.

Then, ten years after they were married, Paul had surprised his wife on her 32nd birthday with tickets to Hawaii.

Happily, Lucy had been quite receptive to Paul’s advances the whole time they were on the vacation. Then one cozy moonlit night they had even whispered their secret fantasies to each other. Well, at least Paul had told Lucy some of his.

On their last night in Paradise, they had gone to the luau. They both had a lot of fun. The big well-built drummer had spent considerable time and effort flirting with Lucy as he beat his big drums, his eyes caressing Lucy’s body, clad only in her skimpy new bikini top and a grass skirt. Later, during the teaching session, the drummer had taken Lucy up on stage and taught her to hula dance. His strong long fingered hands on her hips as he showed her the moves had made Lucy giggle and look up over her shoulder at the well-built dark skinned man with flashing eyes and a huge, pearly white, exciting grin. Damn! Watching his wife’s shapely hips sway to the sensuous Hawaiian beat had been sexy!

But Paul had secretly felt wounded by the obvious flirting his wife was doing. He had tried to laugh it off, but deep down it had hurt. He kept his feelings about it to himself though, as usual.

But that night in bed Lucy had been incredibly responsive to his touches. She had confided to him, during her enflamed passion, that one of her favorite fantasies was dark-skinned, tall, well-built men. Paul was not sure what she meant by well-built. He had asked if she meant men with large dicks. She had giggled self consciously, then reassured him that she liked her husband’s penis “just fine”. Paul suspected, petulantly, that the big Hawaiian drummer had been pressing himself against his wife’s swaying bum as he taught her to hula dance.

But back from their vacation, Lucy had continued to tell Paul about some of her inner thoughts. She even started filling him in about her conversations with Jenna after she and Jenna would go out on their woman’s-night-out excursions.

Lucy described, at first sketchily, but then over the next few weeks in more and more detail, how Jenna, right after her divorce, had tried sex with a black man. She had dated this particular black man for over 6 months. Paul asked if that meant Jenna had sex with the man. Lucy had not answered his question directly. But that night she had been active and aggressive during their lovemaking.

In fact, that night was the first time she had used a reverse cowgirl position. Paul was enthralled by the change from the old tried and true missionary position. Lucy had explained both the name and the act as she mounted her husband condom clad penis. Paul wondered where she had gotten this information, and idea. Paul direly wished he could dispense with wearing condoms every time they made love. But Lucy insisted that she did not want to take the pill, due to the increasingly prevalent reports of unwanted side-affects. Several times, when Paul had asked if she were in her fertile period, or could they dispense with the condom, she had gotten snippy and refused to allow him sex that night. Paul learned not to ask.

That night, Lucy had showed Paul how she could control the timing of his orgasm when they used this position. And she had ended up showing her husband that she was multi-orgasmic that night as well. Paul was enchanted to find her so turned on. But again, Paul wondered where this added dimension of his wife’s sexuality had suddenly come from?

To make matters worse, that night, his wife riding him hard and rough, Paul had not been able to reach orgasm before his wife passed out from her elevated excitement. That was a first, for both his not being able to cum, and also his wife passing out from cumming so hard.

Afterwards, still turned on but not having cum, Paul lay there beside his wife idly stroking his penis, trying to cum, but too distracted, baffled, even mystified by his wife’s actions, to be able to reach his peak. He had actually worn a blister on the side of his penis where his thumb rubbed as he frantically stroked himself. He finally had to quit because it hurt too much. That night Paul’s dreams were filled with frustration.

The next morning, Lucy had said nothing about the incident, nor even said that she had appreciated him letting her control the action. It was as if nothing in their relationship had changed. But Paul could feel the cold merciless snowball of change picking up steam as it rolled down hill. And his penis was still aching from lack of cumming.

As usual, Paul kept all this in his heart, becoming even more concerned with how their relationship was going. He was baffled by how his wife was becoming more sexual, yet it seemed less emotionally satisfying to him.

The next weekend, as Lucy rode him, she confided to Paul that Jenna had found another black man living here in their hometown that she was dating. Lucy confided further that the man had a very large, very thick, very black penis. Lucy started cumming as she related to Paul what Jenna had described to her about their first interracial date with this man.

Paul was so disconcerted by Lucy’s lust that he again lost his erection. He found himself embarrassed as his wife groaned in disappointment, then unabashedly started to masturbate right in front of him, scowling as she pushed for her own orgasm.

The next weekend, as they were enjoying their foreplay, Lucy excitedly told Paul the story of how Jenna’s boyfriend had shared Jenna with his black friends. That night was the first time that Lucy had squirted as she orgasmed. As she rode her husband hard and put him away wet, she had tugged at her nipples and slammed her cunt down onto the base of his cock harder than Paul could fathom. And he noticed, for the first time, that Lucy had closed her eyes as she panted toward her orgasm. Paul had always adored how she used to gaze into his face, into his eyes as they made love, as though he was everything her heart desired. Then tonight, she had closed her eyes as she drove herself hard toward her peaking, her hand a blur in the darkness of their bedroom as she toyed with her clittie. She had viciously risen and fallen on him over and over, raising her body until her husband’s cock was totally out of her vagina before slamming her drooling wetness back down onto him in wailing ecstasy. Toward the end of their love making, Lucy had settled down hard on the base of his penis and started to grind her clittie on his pubic hair, her mouth seeming to form words as she silently talked to herself in her sexual ecstasy. Lucy had once again squirted that night, then seemed almost to have a seizure before passing out in blissful, dishrag-limp satisfaction.

Paul resented having to sleep on the resulting wet spot.

As he lay there, still erect, unsatisfied, he realized that the association Lucy had with Jenna was starting to scare him. Yet he knew he would only drive a wedge between Lucy and himself if he tried to ban his wife from seeing her best friend.

Paul learned that night that if he masturbated using only his fingertips, he could cum, yet not rub a blister on his shaft. He was asleep instantly after he came, but his dreams were filled with black men making advances on his wife, and her coy, half-hearted remonstrances of their attempts.

Paul was beside himself with worry, loving how sexually turned-on Lucy was these days, but scared to death that his wife was slowly being seduced toward the dark side of the force. The weekend before the fateful party, Paul had waited up for Lucy while she had gone out again with Jenna, having another girl’s night out, the second that week. Lucy had been in a hurry to get into bed that night. She had almost torn Paul’s pajama bottoms as she yanked them down in her eagerness to have him under her. As she rode his condom-clad penis, she was muttering indecipherable things, her eye closed, her body softly squeezing Paul’s cock as she again ground her clittie on his pubic hair. Paul reached over and twisted the small dial of the side lamp’s dimmer control just enough for him to see her lips.

Trying to read her lips, Paul was pretty certain that she was mouthing, “Oh god yes fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt, please fuck my cunt, Oh god yes” then Lucy had exploded in ecstasy, her vicious cumming forcing air through her larynx, Paul heard her clearly mumble “cum in my white cunt!” Lucy had then collapsed onto Paul’s chest breathing shallowly, dead to the world.

Paul was beyond shocked. The more he thought about it, the worse it bothered him. The various implications of her words caused Paul much consternation. He tossed and turned for hours, finally getting up and taking a sleeping pill. The next morning, Paul was ill with worry.

The following Friday morning, Lucy informed her husband she was required to attend a company function that evening. She idly asked if Paul wanted to go, but didn’t seem at all interested in whether he went with her or not. Paul decided he had better go. Just to support his wife’s career, he told himself.

Lucy wasn’t home yet when Paul got home that evening like she normally was. She arrived over an hour later carrying a new dress carefully contained within an opaque Nordstrom’s sleeve, and several smaller packages. She airily explained that she had ransacked her closet and had just found absolutely nothing to wear, so she had gone shopping. With Jenna.

Paul was deeply engrossed in the final minutes of the game of the sweet sixteen tournament of his alma mater when Lucy appeared from her bath, fully ensconced in her black, fur collared winter coat, and smelling of a new, very seductively wet scented perfume. His team had won, causing him to yell in victory.

“Ready to go Paul?” she asked anxiously, her hair pulled up on top of her head for all the world the picture of a debonair, sophisticated super model.

Lucy looked spectacular! Paul wished he could make love to her before they went to the company function. But they were already late, Lucy informed him. So off they went.

On the ride over, Lucy stayed tightly bundled in her coat, her hand clutching the collar of her coat around her throat. Paul was nervous. He could tell something was afoot. Finally, about five minutes before they arrived at the place where the party was being held, Lucy reached over and set her hand lightly on the top of his thigh. Paul jumped.

Lucy seemed not to notice. “Hon, I am going to be trying to close a big sale tonight at the party. My boss sent me tonight for that specific reason. So I would really appreciate it if you could kind of leave me along for most of the evening. I asked Jenna to dance with you and take good care of you during the party. I know you aren’t particularly fond of her, but in reality, she is a very good and loyal friend to me. So please baby, just let yourself get to know her, OK? Spend the evening with her and just relax and have fun while I am working my tail off trying to make us some extra money, OK?”

Still nervous, filled with superstitious trepidation about what the night just might bring, Paul glanced nervously over at his wife. Paul could instantly see how earnest Lucy was about this. He knew she was trying hard for a promotion at work. Paul liked to support her in goals. So Paul capitulated. “OK baby, I will try to get to know your friend tonight. And good luck on closing your deal honey.”

Lucy had smiled appreciatively. She knew he would keep his word to her. She turned to look out the car window for a few moments. Finally she turned back to her husband. “Hon, I am not exactly sure how to say this to you, but . . . . well . . . . Jenna wants to have your baby.” Lucy hurried on before she lost her nerve. “Sooooooo . . . . it is Ok with me if you have sex with her till she is preggers. There, I said it. Please don’t think harshly of me. Just do what she asks of you to night, OK? Please? Promise me?”

Paul almost had a wreck while he tried to assimilate what his wife had said. “WHAT!!!!!!!??” he spluttered belatedly.

Lucy explained, “Honey, Jenna wants a baby. We are, neither of us, getting any younger you know. So she wants to have a baby, soon. And she thinks you are the best possible sperm donor she can think of. You won’t have to spend any time with her or the baby if you chose not to. But she wants you to get her in the family way, . . . . . . starting tonight.”

Paul spluttered, “YOU are telling ME that if I want to I can fuck your friend? In fact, you EXPECT me to fuck your friend? TONIGHT?”

Lucy looked at her shell-shocked husband, and in a level, unemotional voice said “Yes.”