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Atlanta Wife - 3
by TxDoc (txdoc2010@gmail.com)
***
After her night with Martin, Leslie's interracial
desires awaken. (MF, wife, intr)
***
PART 3
It had been about three weeks since that night at
Martin's house, and Leslie felt that her life was back
to normal, almost. The money from the loan had them
covered financially for the next few months, and Derek
appeared more relaxed than he had been in months. She
had a bit of a scare over the last weekend when her
period came a few days late, a very unusual occurrence
for her. She had even awoke from a nightmare one night
that weekend, dreaming she was all alone in a delivery
room, abandoned by her humiliated husband, and about to
deliver Martin's baby. She had never been more relieved
to have her monthly visitor the following day.
Other than that, there was no apparent downside to what
she (they) had done. Derek was acting normal, and their
sex life was better than ever. Something wild inside of
her had been released and they were enjoying it to the
fullest. The whole experience had also brought her and
her friend Corie closer together. They had shared an
experience that few women ever dared to try, and were
able to look each other in the eye without a hint of
shame.
Leslie had just returned from lunch with Corie and was
checking her email. There was a message from Martin. Her
pulse quickened a little as she opened the message. It
was a message telling her that the video had been edited
and was now posted on the website. There was a link that
would take her directly to the video, and a friendly
reminder that the first payment on their loan was due
the following week. At the bottom there was a quick note
from Martin:
"My offer still stands. This is the best video I have
ever posted. I would love to see you in more. I hope you
enjoy watching this one with Derek.
-Martin"
***
She felt her nipples perk up in her blouse; this seemed
to be happening more and more lately. She clicked the
link and the website loaded. She started to type the
username and password that Martin emailed earlier, and
then stopped. She wanted Derek to see this with her when
she opened it for the first time. She would wait.
The rest of the afternoon crept by as she waited for
Derek to return. He had started working part time at his
new job, not making enough yet to cover all the bills,
but with the loan from Martin and that income they were
going to do OK until his full time gig kicked in.
He walked in around 4:30. "Hi hon," he said as he walked
over to her and gave her a little kiss. "How was your
day?"
"Martin emailed me. The video is up."
Derek swallowed hard, "Have you watched it yet?"
"No, I wanted to wait for you and see if you even wanted
us to watch it at all. I think we can trust him that he
didn't show our faces or anything. Do you even want to
see it?" She looked at him carefully, gauging his
response.
"We were both there, so it's no surprise what happened."
He replied, "But I suppose we should make sure there is
no way anyone can tell who we are, before too many
people watch it I mean." In reality he could not wait to
see it, but did not want her to think that he was too
eager to watch his wife fucking a black man again.
"OK then." She said. "Now?" Please let him say yes, she
thought.
"Sure. Just let me get us a drink first." He poured them
each a large glass of wine and met her over at the couch
where she was opening the laptop on the coffee table.
She loaded Martin's website and punched in the username
and password. Their video was at the top of the page,
with their "stage names" Rick and Jessica on the link.
"OK, here goes." She said as she clicked the link.
The video loaded in a few seconds and began to stream
full screen on her monitor. As promised, it started at
the part where they were using fake names, and their
faces were very subtly blurred. Only someone who knew it
was them in the video beforehand could have recognized
anything. Everything else, from her luscious red lips to
her stunning body was in clear detail.
Derek now watched for the second time as Martin slowly
undressed his wife. He noticed things from the camera's
view that he was not able to see that night from the
couch. The look in her eyes as Martin kissed her, and
later as he ate her pussy, showed him a raunchy, sexual
side of Leslie that he never dreamed existed. His dick
became rock hard in his pants as he watched Leslie start
to suck Martin's cock, and he could feel a dull ache in
his balls.
He was every bit as horny now as he had been watching
her that night. Seeing her pale skin contrasted against
Martin's jet black skin was driving him crazy. The
excitement just would not be there if it had been a
white man that she fucked that night. He started to
wonder if he would ever be able to get her to do
something like this again.
Leslie felt like she was having an out of body
experience. Watching the video of her and Martin she
began to relive the sensations of that night. The
memories were still fresh in her mind, and she could
almost feel Martin's cock pressing against her pussy,
about to stretch her wide as he entered her for the
first time. She looked down and was startled to realize
that it was her hand she was feeling, pressing against
the front of her pants. She was soaking wet. She looked
over at Derek, and saw his erection pressing against his
pants, and jumped him.
They fucked like animals there on the couch, with the
video playing on the table next to them. At one point
her screams mixed with those coming from the movie,
causing them both to stop and laugh for a second before
going at it again. Derek was so horny that he came
before the movie had even made it to the cowgirl scene.
They lay there on the couch and watched the rest of the
movie. At the point where Martin had came, and she was
displaying her cum soaked pussy on screen, Leslie
suddenly spread her legs. "Look familiar?" She said,
giggling.
"Hardly. I couldn't produce that much cum in a week."
She laughed out loud, pulling him down to kiss him
deeply.
They watched the movie three more times that week, each
time followed by some of the best sex of their marriage.
The following week Leslie got another email from Martin.
She still had not replied to the previous message, and
had no intention to reply to this one either. The
message informed her that the video had been viewed more
than any other on the site, and that since he had posted
a free clip of the video on his site subscription rates
had tripled. He closed with the words "Offer still
stands!" She laughed and closed the email.
***
The next few weeks passed uneventfully. Leslie realized
that they were getting back into their old routines.
Derek was working more and more each week, and they were
having sex less and less. The spurt of sexual energy
that the night with Martin had turned on was starting to
fade a little and she was starting to wonder if she was
letting something good slip through her fingers. She
didn't want to think that the most passionate moments of
her life might be behind her. Was Derek thinking the
same thing?
To her surprise, Derek walked in early from work,
carrying a bouquet of flowers. He walked over to where
she was standing in the kitchen and kissed her, handing
her the flowers. "Hi sweetie." He said.
She kissed him back, "what did you do now?" she asked.
He never brought flowers unless he had to ask for a
favor or for forgiveness.
"Aren't you just the suspicious one?" He replied, "I see
that you know me all to well." He put his arms around
her waist and went on, "I have been thinking about that
night with Martin. How much we both seemed to enjoy it,
and how good our sex life has been since that night. I
was wondering if you would ever want to do something
like that again."
"You mean a movie? Are we in trouble again, with your
job I mean?"
"No, nothing like that. My job is fine. I was just
thinking about you, with another guy, just for fun this
time. Just for us."
Some small part of her still wanted to be pissed off by
this, but the flutter in her chest and the renewed
perkiness of her nipples told her that her newfound
desire - what she was starting to think of as her 'inner
slut'- was very excited about this prospect. She didn't
reply, she just pulled his face to hers and kissed him
deeply, feeling his erect cock with her other hand.
"I take it you say yes?" Derek said.
"Who do you have in mind?"
"There's this dance club, near Lenox mall, that tends to
draw a crowd of white women who want to hook up with
black guys. A lot of the women who go are single, but
there are quite a few married women that go, sometimes
with and sometimes without their husbands."
"You want to hand me over to a group of gang members?
What are you thinking?" She was excited that he wanted
to see her with another black guy, but didn't really
like the idea of meeting some random guy that could be
fresh out of prison or worse.
"It's not like that. This is a pretty upscale club; they
don't just let anybody in. Most of the guys are
professionals - lawyers, businessmen, athletes, they
just like the special attention they get at this place.
Some are into the married women thing too. Shit, they
just show up and women practically throw themselves at
them, and all they have to do is pick who they want.
That's a dream for some guys."
"And how do you know all this?" What have we started?
She thought. How could he just assume that she would
want to fuck another black man? But she already knew the
answer to that. Doing something that was still so taboo
was what made it so exciting. And right now the thought
of getting to experience another black cock was more
than she could resist.
"Let's just say I did my research. I found out about
this place on an internet group for people that are, you
know, into this stuff. I never knew how many couples
really did this for real until I found all these groups
and blogs on the internet. It's called being a HotWife."
"A what?"
"HotWife, its where the woman seeks out partners and her
husband watches or hears about it later. They even have
jewelry specific for the lifestyle if you can believe
that."
"This club you are talking about, you're sure it's
safe?"
"Probably as safe as going to any other dance club in
Atlanta. At least at this one people have a pretty good
idea what everyone else is there for. They don't
advertise, you have to seek it out. If we get there and
it doesn't feel right we will just leave. What do you
think? Want to do something freaky again?"
She answered him by dropping to her knees, unzipping his
pants, and taking is cock in her mouth. She began to
deep throat him as he leaned back against the island.
She was pleased at how good she had become at this
little act. Derek was not nearly as large as Martin, but
was still over 7 inches. She took his entire length
easily, working in long wet strokes. He had apparently
been horny all day thinking about this, because before
long she felt him start to tense up.
Derek started to grab a towel to shoot his load on - she
had never let him cum in her mouth before. She moved her
hand to stop him, and increased her pace. He arched his
back and started shooting his load down the back of her
throat. "Oh my God, oh fuck!" he blurted. She never
missed a beat, continuing to suck him until she had
every last drop and he started to go limp in her mouth.
He slumped back against the kitchen island, spent but
excited about this new part of their sex life.
Leslie looked up at her husband, swallowing his load
with a smile. When she finished she simply asked, "When
do we go?"
To be continued?
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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!
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