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BLACK SEA-MEN (Part 3)

Well, the big day is finally here, the guys are due to show up at any time. Karen has managed to find a thin black dress which is slit up both sides to above her waist, and of course she is parading around in it, the fact that she is wearing no underwear very apparent each time I get a side view. We have decided that once the men get here, she will kiss and feel them all and then sit on the couch in front of them. At this point I will raise the front of her dress, allowing them all to see her freshly shaved pussy. Both of us could bet it wouldn't take too long for the fun to start from there!

Well, this is what we had planned, but we really weren't expecting what happened. When we heard the knock on the door and I opened it I was flabbergasted to see not just Jimi, with maybe one or two others, but what looked like close to a dozen men outside, all black and all looking quite eager. Not knowing quite what to do, but also not wanting to leave them all standing on the porch, I invited them in, quickly taking Jimi aside.

I told him that we really didn't expect him to bring that many mates over, but he assured me they would only watch, if we didn't want to take it any further.

Karen's reaction, however, was completely different than mine -- she was quite visibly aroused, kissing each of them and rubbing against them very lasciviously, playing with their cocks through their pants and letting them feel her big tits. She really reminded me at that minute of a cat in heat!

Karen asked Jimi where Dan was (I hadn't even noticed he wasn't there) and was told that he had taken a job on another ship and was probably in South America now, but that he hoped there was enough black meat here to keep her happy anyway. Even though he said this with a wink in my direction, I knew at that point that he was hoping they would all get a chance to be fucked and sucked by my ravishing and wanton wife!

I guess Karen was not exactly adverse to the idea, as she first kissed me and then whispered in my ear that she would like to go through with things as we had planned, as she thought I would really get off on seeing her getting gangbanged and filled by all these men. Saying this, she told the men to take off their clothes while she sat on the couch and watched. Some of the men were reluctant at first, but as Jimi led the way, they all dropped their inhibitions, as well as their clothes, and were soon arrayed in front of my eager wife, naked as the day they were born.

I don't know whether it is true that most black men have larger penises than the norm, but it was obvious that these men did. Although some of them were only semi-erect, they were all very threatening indeed.

Karen, meanwhile, had spread her legs widely, and almost in a trance, I reached down and pulled up the front of her dress, revealing what was now a very wet pussy to the eyes of all the men in the room. Karen started fingering her clit and looking at the guys, said, "Jimi's first, to get me ready for the rest of you!"

She sat him down on the edge of the couch and knelt in front of him, slowly lowering her juicy red lips to the big black shaft before her. I could see her lips wrap around the swollen purple cock-head and watched as his eyes closed and his mouth opened with pleasure. She was kneeling so that we could see a profile of her body, her large, jiggling breasts still partially covered by the sheer material of her dress. Her long blonde hair fell across his thighs but she brushed it back so we all could see her mouth working. She extended her tongue and licked up and down his throbbing shaft. A large, thick milky drop of cum was already visible, slowly leaking from the hole of his cock, and we watched as she deftly licked it clean. I could tell that she was controlling the action so that all the men would be able to get the best view possible. I noticed her hand reach under him to squeeze his huge balls as she wrapped her mouth around his shaft and began pumping her head up and down its length, taking as much as possible of that thickly veined dark meat. His hands roamed across her back and then on down to squeeze and knead her hanging breasts, causing my wife to moan around her tasty mouthful. She then turned in our direction and lifted her arms to allow Jimi to pull her dress up and over her head, offering us all a full frontal view of her large breasts and erect brown nipples. She even lifted one bulbous tit to her mouth, sucking and licking it for a minute, before lazily turning back to the now constantly precum drooling cock she was working on.

By now my own cock was rock hard, as I grasped it firmly in my fist and stroked it slowly, careful not to work it too hard before the action got hotter. I noticed many of the other men were also stoking their massive erections as they watched.

Karen bent back down to take his straining rod in her mouth and busied herself trying to get as much of the monster shaft into her throat as possible. She could, however, only manage about half the length and had her fist wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, pumping it in rhythm with her bobbing head movements.

I could tell Jimi was close to coming from the motions of his hips as he thrust up to meet each downward stab of her mouth. Sensing this, Karen stood up, telling him he could cum in her mouth as much as he wanted later, but that she wanted his first load inside her cunt, which was dripping wet for him. Lying back on the couch and positioning her ass at the very edge of the cushions, she wantonly spread her legs in front of us all, and told Jimi to fuck her and fill her with his cum while we all watched.

At this, Jimi moved between her legs, his huge black cock swaying in front of him, and slowly inserted his fully erect member into her wide open and visibly lubricated slit. Although most of the men couldn't see the actual penetration, it was very obvious from my wife's gasps and moans that Jimi was slowly sinking his huge tool into her right to the hilt.

My wife was taking it far more easily this time than I had seen her take it in the past, and I guessed that repeated performances had allowed her to accommodate the large size a bit more comfortably. I wondered just what she would be able to accommodate after we were all finished tonight!

Jimi of course didn't last too long, quickly flooding my wife with at least ten weeks of his stored up load, which ended up gushing in gooey white streams from her pussy, down over her ass, and all over the couch. This time I timed it, and he was fully inside her, shooting jet after jet of his thick sperm for almost a minute and a half. No wonder there was so much pooled between her legs after he had finished. If she was not made pregnant this time, I didn't think she would ever be, even with all the rest of the men firing their seed into her!

He quickly withdrew, leaving my wife with her legs wantonly spread, her oozing cunt visibly stretched open for all to see. Karen then surprised me once again by saying, "Now that Jimi has lubricated me so well, I bet I can take on the rest of you, if you want to fuck a well fucked white pussy with your big black cocks!"

I don't think any of them had a hard time with that, as for the next six hours I watched her with at least three black men at a time, her mouth, pussy, and finally her asshole being filled with large cock and large cum loads, as they were all urged not to use rubbers. I joined in myself several times, but by this point I don't even think she knew it was me. I think Karen had just become a receptacle for whatever we could give her, and was absolutely loving the feeling, continuously coming down from one orgasm, only to begin yet another!

Every so often, she would stop the action, and the men would group around to watch me orally clean her gaping pussy of their overflowing sperm, stroking themselves and getting ready to fill her again. The taste and quantity were amazing, as her continually contracting muscles forced more and more of it into my mouth and all over my face. I certainly wasn't the only one whose face was absolutely covered with gooey deposits, though. At one point a big fellow named Sam had pulled his spurting cock from her mouth and directed the heavy jets over her nose, chin and hair, until it was dripping from her in long pearlescent strings. Seeing this, and urged on by Karen, the other men had to all give it a try as well. Before too long, her face, hair, and chest were completely covered in their warm ejaculate, with a pool of it filling her open mouth and slowly running down her chin. While we all stood around her admiring this highly erotic sight, my wife slowly spread her legs to allow us to see her gaping red pussy. The labia were widely distended, as was her throbbing clitoris, and I had never seen her vagina looking so stretched. A white river of thick semen was pouring out of her like warm custard and pooling on the cushion below. I had never seen a woman looking more slutty, even in porn videos.

Later on, Karen and I got into a sixty-nine, with me on the bottom, and Karen crouched above me. This allowed me to lick the men's big hanging balls as they plowed into her pussy and ass from behind, while my wife alternately sucked me and the other men. The sperm already deposited in her wet hole constantly squelched out and ran all over me as each fat cock plunged in and out, and each new deposit produced a sudden flood of goo for me to relish. Most men dangled their softening members into my open mouth to allow me to suck them clean after they were finished cumming, and some even pulled out of Karen to finish their ejaculations in my mouth! At one point I felt a slightly different sucking motion on my near exploding cock, and quickly shot another hard load into someone's waiting oral receptacle. Later on I found out this was one of Jimi's mates, who was also bi. Needless to say, my wife was greatly turned on watching this.

You would have figured that Karen would have quickly gotten worn out and tired by all of the hard fucking and sucking, but it was not the case. I eventually fell asleep, only to wake up later on and find that most of them had retired to the bedroom. Upon entering, I found my wife on her back moaning, one man eagerly pumping her pussy as another knelt by her head and fed her his cock. I waited until the one fucking her had finished shooting his load and then crawled between her legs to lap up the sticky goo. While I had my face buried in her gorgeously messy twat, I could hear the man in her mouth letting go, and feel the bed shift as another man moved to take up his place. These men seemed to be absolutely insatiable, and I was amazed my wife could keep up with them.

Karen later told me that at one point, they had all jumped into the shower (with several of them soaping her up and even fucking her) and then fallen asleep, but that she had been awakened repeatedly by one man or another mounting her for another go. She also said that the next morning they all had her at least once again before they had to leave, and that by this time she really knew what sore meant. Sore as she was, she also intimated that she would love to have them all back again to give her repeated fillings once more. I told her I had talked with Jimi and he was sure he could get them all to come back for another party the next time they were here. He had also said he would like to take us to an after-hours club he knew of and parade her around for all the men there. He hoped she would dress up like a real slut if we did this. This seemed to have a very arousing effect on Karen, and also turned me on, but by this time both of us were much too sore to even try anything else. As my once again freshly showered and perfumed wife snuggled into me she murmured, "I bet you would really love to see me turning on a roomful of strangers too, wouldn't you?", and then drifted off to a well earned sleep.

It has now been over a month since this happened, and it does not appear that my wife has gotten pregnant, even though none of the men used condoms and Karen does not use birth control. I know I can't get her pregnant, and now we are starting to wonder if anyone can. Maybe we will just have to keep on trying!

What do you think, should we?





BLACK SEA-MEN (Part 2)

After our last adventure with Jimi and Dan, my wife and I were in a constant state of arousal. We often fantasized about them while making love, and Karen made it even more arousing by whispering how good it felt to feel them cumming their loads fully up inside her, and how she was looking forward to even more next time. We both agreed that not using protection was just too taboo-breaking not to continue doing. Besides that, I think that both of us secretly wanted to see her become impregnated. As you will remember, I have had a vasectomy, and can't get her pregnant myself.

Therefore, the two of us were eagerly waiting for their return, and hoped they would be able to stay for a longer period of time, so that they would be able to take Karen many more times. Several weeks after they left, we received a post from Jimi, who at that time was back in the U.S. Enclosed was a very explicit letter and a photo. The photo showed him in the nude, with his semi-erect tool looking like it was hanging halfway to his knees!

Upon seeing it, Karen exclaimed, "God, I didn't remember his cock was that big! Look at it, it looks more like it belongs on a donkey than on a man -- no wonder I was so sore and stretched afterward."

I teased her by replying, "I bet you can't wait to get sore all over again, either."

She continued, "Well, I'll just have to get lots of practice with it so I can get used to it, that's all!"

"Then you had better get him to shoot lots of his gooey lubricant into you, so that the going will be a little easier for you both. And of course you can get Dan to help out in that department too", I replied.

"If neither of them has cum for the entire ten weeks, I bet they'll both have plenty of nice juicy lubricant for me", she assured me. "And your tongue feels so nice and soothing after feeling their big cocks pumping into my pussy, so I hope you will do lots of that too."

The letter contained a very graphic description of how much they both enjoyed shooting off into Karen, and watching me eat their big tasty loads out of her afterwards, as well as descriptions of what they wanted to do next time they saw us. Jimi also said that he would like to bring a camera along, so that he could show his shipmates photos of the party that would be taking place. Party? -- more like an orgy!

Karen had several times mentioned that she wouldn't mind if he brought a few of his mates along with him to really make it lively, as she was constantly fantasizing about what it would be like with several black men at once, and plus wanted the added cum. We wrote back to Jimi telling him that instead of just letting his mates look at pictures, why didn't he bring them along to watch firsthand? We figured that Jimi would realize that most likely a bit more than watching would end up taking place. Of course we were very curious to find out what would happen ourselves.

It was still several weeks until the guys would be arriving back from the States, and Karen and I were in an increasingly randy mood, when one night we decided to go out to a pub for a bit. Karen had been saying she would like to try another man, with her picking him up this time, and suggested she might give it a try tonight.

Since our last adventure, my wife has taken to wearing increasingly sexy and revealing clothes, but tonight she really did it up well. Dressed in a slinky sheer white blouse and short black mini-skirt, it was readily apparent she was not wearing a bra, as her large nipples were clearly outlined for all to see. Coupled with bright red lipstick and matching painted fingernails, she definitely looked like she was ready for action.

Once again, the pub was quite crowded, but as we got there early, we didn't have any trouble getting a table. After a few hours, and several rounds, Karen pointed to a tall black man standing by himself at the bar and said she was going to invite him over. She then got up and walked over to him and started chatting with him. Although I couldn't hear what they were saying, it was obvious by her body language and his sudden interest that it was probably quite sexy. After a while she motioned over to our table and must have been asking him to join us. They both then came over with big smiles on their faces and sat down opposite me.

Karen introduced him as Kenrick and said that he was an engineer doing contract work here in the city for a few months. He was about 35 years old and quite good looking, but the thing that was immediately striking was the size of his hands. They seemed to be almost twice the size of mine, and mine are fairly large. I thought that if what they say about hand size is true, Karen would be finding herself really sore again sometime later tonight. However, I didn't expect that to deter her too much!

We all got into talking for a while, as the band had not yet started and it was still fairly quiet. Karen didn't waste too much time, asking him what he did for a love life when he was only here for a few months. He replied that he hadn't had much of one lately, but what with this contract work, he was rarely in one place long enough to start up any kind of relationship. He said that we were very lucky to have each other and that one day he hoped to be able to settle down permanently and get married himself. After a while Karen commented that our marriage was somewhat different, in that we had a very open one and enjoyed doing things most couples don't do. I don't really think he knew what she meant, but he agreed that was a good thing.

About this time the band started playing, and Karen immediately asked Kenrick to dance with her. The first song was quite fast, but the second was a slow sexy ballad. Karen immediately snuggled into his large frame, and before too long began to slowly move her body rather erotically against his, no doubt able to feel his large organ rubbing against her mound. After a short while of this, one of Kenrick's large black hands started to gently stroke her scantily clad bottom. At this, Karen reached up and pulled down his head to give him a long kiss. I noticed Kenrick reply by pulling her closer into him, his actions gradually lifting the bottom of her skirt until her bare behind was almost visible. His hand slid even lower, and I could tell even from here that he gasped as he came into contact with her naked flesh. Karen then ended the kiss and started whispering in his ear, producing an immediate grin on his part.

After the song was finished, they once again came back to the table, this time holding hands. As they sat down I asked Karen what it was they were whispering about up there.

"I was explaining to Kenrick what I meant by an open marriage, and I think he liked it", she replied. "At least his cock likes it, because I can feel it getting pretty big right now!"

"I think I would definitely like to find out more about it, and I am very horny, but I have to be leaving in an hour for my job", he added, looking somewhat disappointed.

Karen then got up and sat down next to me and started whispering in my ear. "I would really like to fuck him before he leaves, just to see what it would be like to pick up a guy just for sex, and then share his big load with you afterwards. Isn't there anyplace we could go even for a short while?" I quickly thought about it and told her that the only place I could think of was the can, but that I doubted she would want to do it there. She then surprised me by asking if I could watch the door while they had a quickie! I told her that I would if she was really into it, and I must say that the thought of my wife taking this big black man into the can just to screw him while I waited was getting me pretty horny.

Karen then got up, took Kenrick by the hand, and told him to come with her. I got up and followed, going into the can first to make sure no one else was in there. They then quickly entered, and I stood by the door looking like I was waiting for my turn (which I was sure would come later). No one else tried to enter for about the next twenty minutes, probably because they could see I hadn't gone in yet. That was quite lucky, because close to the door it was possible to hear fairly loud groaning and obvious sex noises.

They both eventually came out looking very hot and flushed, and I know several people must have seen them leave together, as I noticed several large grins directed our way.

Karen took my hand and told me we should leave right away, as the cum was just running down her legs! Kenrick gave us his business card and we quickly said our good-byes as we left to find the car. We told him we would call him and that hopefully he would be able to spend some more time with us in the next couple of months and he assured us he could.

As we got into the car, Karen pulled up her skirt to reveal her recently ravaged pussy and cum splattered thighs. Looking at the mess between her legs, I noticed something appeared to be stuffed inside her other than sperm. Then she told me she had put wadded up Kleenex inside her to try to keep most of his large load from leaking out until we were home. She also told me that she would tell me all about it in bed, once I can actually taste what she had saved for me, and that the only thing she would say now was that he was massive, as large as Jimi, if not larger.

It was quite the drive home, Karen playing with her clit and me just bursting to hear about what took place. As soon as we got in the door we both immediately tore our clothes off and rushed into the bedroom. I lay on my back as Karen quickly straddled my face and removed the Kleenex plug. The result was an immediate gush of very thick pearly white semen straight into my mouth and all over my face, which Karen proceeded to spread even further by sitting down and sliding her wide open pussy back and forth on me. While doing this, she began to breathlessly tell me about the action that had taken place in the can.

"As soon as we got in there," she said, "I pulled down his pants and was hit in the face by his cock. It was only half hard, but I could tell it was huge even then. While he was still standing, I started to suck him and it just began to grow and grow and grow. It was very black and uncircumcised, and his balls were just enormous -- I made sure to give them a good licking too. After a few minutes he was completely hard, and drooling lots of precum into my mouth. His tool was so large I just couldn't get more than a few inches into my mouth at this point, and I knew he wanted to cum in my mouth. I really wanted to feel his big wet wad blasting off in my pussy, though."

"I stopped sucking him and told him to sit on the toilet, as I was going to try to get all of that fat black horse-cock inside of me. At that point he pulled out a condom, but I told him I would really like to feel him go off inside me, which he said he would love to do. He also told me that as he hadn't cum for several weeks he would be able to really fill me up with his sperm."

"My god, you couldn't believe what trying to sit down on that huge black cock felt like -- I thought it would take me fifteen minutes just to get it all in me! It was like trying to sit down on a telephone pole, but by this time I was so horny I knew I just had to have that thing inside all the way. I was thinking of you outside the door and wishing I had your cock in my mouth, all the time trying to relax my muscles enough to sink completely down to his balls. After about half was in, it became easier, and I started to pull off him and then shove down again, working more and more into me every time. All I could think about then was that it felt like I was riding a horse, and that I hoped he would cum like one too!"

"Once he was fully inside it really didn't last too long, not that I cared -- I was cumming continuously already. He was constantly playing with my clit and tits while I fucked him, and it felt like his fat black cockhead was buried all the way inside my womb. After a few minutes he started cumming like a stallion. You are only getting a little of it -- it seemed like wads of it were forced out all over his prick and his balls, I mean it was even dripping down into the toilet. I was hoping those big fat black balls would never stop erupting their hot, messy load into me!" "If you heard it get kind of quiet for a while, that was because I was just rocking back and forth, letting him finish shooting all his thick cream up inside me. Believe me, I could really feel it, there was so much!"

As she said this, I couldn't hold out any longer, and quickly rolled her onto her back and proceeded to ram my drooling cock into her, feeling Kenrick's copious juices squish out over my balls. I was very shortly adding my load to the gooey remains still deep in her swampy pussy as my darling wife shuddered through yet another orgasm.

Far from being over, though, our night had just started. We both kept going for many hours as we talked over our new found kinky lifestyle, and what we planned to do in the future.

After all, Jimi and Dan, and possibly a few of their mates are due to be back here before too long. Who knows what will happen this time around?





INDIAN WIFE HAS MOCK RAPE FANTASY

My 31 year old wife Priya from the UK has developed a fantasy where she wants to be (mock) raped by two black men. One in the ass and one in her pussy. It's got to the point where she has been asking me to put my hand over her throat or mouth while I fuck her ass while we watch interacial porn. She's always enjoyed rough sex but this new fantasy is a lot more extreme. I'm in two minds to get a couple of friends I have and let her enjoy her fantasy and get it out if her system. If anyone wishes to discuss this privately and has experience of swinging or role plays, please email us with "black on Priya" in the subject line.

winterborn1@gmail.com




TURNED ON BY THE THOUGHT OF MY WIFE ENJOYING OTHER MEN

First a little about my wife and me, we have been married over 8 years and dated two years prior. She is early 40s and I am a couple years older, we have two small children. Both of us are full time professionals and work hard to balance the demands of work and life. Neither of us are Barbie and Ken. She is very beautiful, white, fair skinned, blonde, blue eyes with a nice bust. She will complain about the baby weight she has, but I think she is a goddess. Myself I am showing middle age, balding, and overweight.

Given that we have small children and the demands of work we have a pretty good sex life together and enjoy being able to have some time to enjoy ourselves. My only wish would be more frequency, but I am grateful for what we have. I have always felt that for me to enjoy sex my wife must enjoy herself as well and I enjoy being oral with her very much and seeing her climax. She in turn is very passionate in the bedroom and when she gets going can be quite intense.

The thought of her enjoying herself with another man (and he enjoying himself with her) arouses me a great deal. It has since even before we were married. For myself I will certainly notice women I find attractive, but have no interest in having sex with anyone but my wife. I have been doing a lot of reading online and offline about the hot wife/cuckold phenomena to help me understand this. I also have read Sperm Wars by Robin Baker, which I must recommend to anyone with an interest in this topic. I find that evolutionary biology to be a plausible explanation for this as well as female vs. male physiology. Women are built for sex with multiple males at a time or in short sequence. This is harder for us men who need time to “reload”. This makes it easier for a woman to have multiple males.

In many ways, this is an extension of me wanting to give her pleasure and fulfillment. I imagine my wife enjoying variety and the freedom to sample it. In my opinion she can eat her cake and enjoy it too.

I enjoy the thought of her enjoying seeing a man she finds attractive naked, seeing how the sight of her arouses him. I enjoy the thought of her touching and exploring another man, perhaps someone who is fit and trim. I enjoy the idea of her getting pleasure from kissing and feeling his touch. Her seeing how he responds to her and her to him. I enjoy the thought of her feeling her body against his. Her feeling him push into her, the different feeling of his penis in her. The new and different positions she gets to discover and enjoy. I enjoy the thought of her climaxing from him and then enjoying being in his arms afterward.

When I see my wife naked, I imagine other men enjoying her beauty. When I touch her and she touches me I imagine she and another man enjoying that. During sex I imagine her enjoying another man, enjoying pushing his bare penis into her and her enjoying feeling him. I imagine him enjoying the view of her breasts moving with each thrust. He feels her great body against him, feeling himself going in deeper as she pushes her hands against the head of the bed. As I cum inside her, I imagine another man enjoying the sensation as he cums inside her bare. I have had a vasectomy and the thought of another man going bare with her and cumming inside here is a big turn on for me. I enjoy the thought of another man helping her climax and he enjoying the sight, sound and feeling as she does. I am open to her being with any guy who rings her bell, but the idea of her being with a black man, the contrast, the taboo aspect, is a big turn on for me.

I imagine a variety of scenarios where this might happen. Perhaps on a girls night out she meets someone, perhaps a younger athletic black man and leaves with him at the end of the evening, enjoys some hot sex with him and comes home for hot sex with me and tells me all about her evening and her new “friend”. Perhpas a professional associate who flirts with her and she reciprocates and takes him as a lover. She does travel to another city a few hours away from us for business on a regular basis. I imagine her meeting a local guy there and inviting him to spend the night with her in her hotel room. I imagine her having a “boyfriend” who she dates and then comes home to enjoy being with me. Having a guy she is interested in over to our home for dinner, seeing her all made up and in a sexy dress. The three of us enjoying wine, food and good conversation, all the while they are eying one another. Afterwards I can see the either the two of them going into our bedroom alone, him leaving later thanking me for a wonderful evening, telling me how lucky I am. The two of them enjoy each other in our marriage bed. Later he comes out dressed and thanks me for a great evening. I quietly walk in later and see his seed leaking out and quite a mess on the bed as she grins at me laying on the bed. I imagine a number of scenarios where she is enjoying the pleasure of another man while I get sloppy seconds and taking pleasure in knowing she is enjoying herself.

She is well aware of my desire for her to enjoy other men. I have brought it up during sex and after, as well as outside of the bedroom. I feel secure in her love for me and our relationship and am not jealous of her flirting with other men, which she appreciates very much. When she goes out for girls nights she likes having other men chat her up, flirt and buy her drinks. I have enjoyed her flirting with other men when out with her, seeing her enjoy the attention of other men. While she comes home and tells me all about it, her friends whose husbands/boyfriends don’t trust them and/or get jealous envy her being able to share this with me. Before having kids, she would often go out in nice tight fitting and low cut tops, full make up, jeans and boots. Often if I was working late or out with my friends, she would go out with her friends for dinner and drinks. I really liked seeing her before and after and the idea of another man approaching her, flirting and perhaps enjoying her charms. I liked the idea of her enjoying a nice time with her friends, free drinks from guys, flirting and perhaps more. I also really enjoyed the sex after these evenings out and aforementioned imaginings of her enjoying another man.

When I bring up the topic, she laughs, thinks I am crazy/silly, and says it will not happen. I do notice her checking out other men who like the men she dated before me is quite diverse (I am white) including Latin, East Indian, African American and Middle Eastern men. When she goes out, I tell her to stay out as late as she wants, have fun and enjoy the free drinks. I talk about her enjoying taking a lover and she says who would go for me and laughs it off. She feels that infidelity is very wrong and is dead set against it but at the same time talks about friends of hers who were not meant for monogamy. When we saw Brokeback Mountain, the disturbing part for her was the marital infidelity, not the gay men being lovers as much. She says she would never be with another man. I am slowly introducing the concept of sexual freedom for her while being married to me doesn’t have to hurt what we have. Like others, here in this forum I see it as an opportunity to enhance what we have. However, I am not going to push or force anything. I will continue to enjoy what we have while letting her know she can enjoy herself if she so chooses. I am going to make sure she understands I am ok with her getting to enjoy the best of being in a loving and secure marriage while embracing nature.

She has also responded during sex in a couple ways. Once on a vacation to a resort she headed up to our room alone while I stayed with our child down at the pool so she could take a nap. We came up an hour or so later to find her in bed naked and asleep. After putting the baby down for a nap I joined her in bed and she woke up, we started making out. I was telling her how beautiful she is and how sexy it was to find her in bed naked. She said something to the effect that perhaps another guy already beat me to the punch. That really charged things up. I told her I hope that was the case that she enjoyed herself. I imagine us being at the beach or pool, she meets a guy she finds attractive and then seeing her take him up to our room alone. I go up a while later to not only find her sleeping naked in our bed, but an odor of sex and stained sheets along with it.

Recently during sex I told her how the idea of her taking a lover and enjoying herself made me hot. She then went on to say, oh you mean my "Portuguese Lover" and we both went on from there a bit about him. She was laughing while saying this thinking I was silly.

Once I told her about a scenario I often envision where she wears some sexy clothing showing plenty of cleavage, flattering but nice. I drop her of at a bar/club, park the car and proceed to go in after she has been there for a while. I spot her at the bar making new friends, dancing, flirting. She ends up spending time with this one guy, more touching, flirting, getting closer and finally kissing. She then excuses herself and goes to the ladies room where I meet her after she is done. She asks if I am having a good time and I say I do. She then grabs my hand and introduces me to her new friend. We all have a drink and talk, she is sitting close to him. At this point I suggest we go to a motel room and she and her knew friend enjoy some hot sex while I watch off to the side.

My wife doesn't object, but simply "corrects" me saying hotel, not motel.

One time we woke up early and she is hot to trot. She told me she has a had a hot and naughty dream. She said in her dream she was making out with another guy, but ended up not going "all the way". I asked her for details and she was coy. I made it quite clear that I approved and enjoyed this. I proceeded to tell her about a scenario where a guy is over for dinner that she is attracted to. They flirt throughout the evening and I suggest they enjoy some time together in our bedroom. Later I walk in to see how things are going, the room smells of sex and she is in his arms in our marital bed. I then spot the unopened box of condoms I left out on the night stand and proceed to see his seed coming out of her. I enjoy "silky" seconds.

My wife doesn't object, but simply "corrects" me saying she wouldn't have sex without the condom.

Interesting developments. I am enjoying the hot fantasy talk and she appears to be as well somewhat or at least enjoying my reaction to her talking about this.

Taking things slowly and enjoying the journey is fine by me. She is still working out an planning to lose baby weight after the baby comes. Her plan not mine. I continue to tell her how beautiful she is and how lucky I am.

So she has started to play along somewhat and seems to like pushing my buttons.

I am interested to hear from others suggestions on how to communicate that the door is open while not pressuring her. Perhaps how to help her get more comfortable with the idea.

I have considered as I have seen others do here putting some condoms and a note in her suitcase when she travels.

What are some suggestions to ease her into this? I would love to hear ideas from others.

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A VERY JEALOUS CUCKOLD

I was a successful man with a lovely and sexy wife and she was a beauty of a woman who loved sex. However, she loved to flirt with other men and when I complained she would blow up and tell me I was too jealous. She would tease me remorsefully with other men too, raising her dress and bending over to show them her cute little ass with or without panties. It was as if my feelings were not important though I knew she did care about me. I was careful not to get jealous of those giving her attention but it was the same men that saw her beautiful ass and the red hair framing her bare cunt when she bent over without panties.

I was especially jealous of Clark Bowman because he made it a point to hit on her. He knew how to make me jealous and it seemed that she was in on it. I knew she flirted with him to keep me jealous but I did not know why and I couldn’t help myself when he fingered her sexy ass, and especially when she had removed her panties. I would get angry and challenge him and she would blow up and leave the dance with him! I didn’t know whether she was fucking Clark or not and if I asked she would tell me I didn't own her. I would react then and tell her I would divorce her if I found out she was fucking that ass-hole. She would glare and laugh at me, even calling me a pussy compared to Clark. She would then tell me that Clark had a large cock in comparison to mine.

I would leave and get a room at the local motel before calling my attorney, however I never got evidence of them fucking. When she had found out I had filed she would simmer down and tell me nothing had happened. I would ask her why she did shit like this and she would reply, “Because you are like a jealous little boy.” We would end up happily married again until the next time she met with him. It did not help that Clark would brag around town that he had fucked my wife every time we had a spat. I decided to see if she would do the same thing after I had warned her of an impending divorce.

I knew we had another dance coming up so I set up plans to catch them if they were indeed having sex during these spats. I would know for sure because I had planted a GPS tracking device in her purse. Previously, I had never really known where she went when she disappeared. She always told me she went to her Sister’s house and her Sister backed her up when I asked. I was not close to her Sister and I knew she easily could have been covering for my wife. I had made it a point to tell my wife before the dance that if they got together and left again we might be through. She had flared up again and reminded me that I did not own her and she could dance or leave with whomever.

I held my anger and gently reminded her that this shit was about over. I think that scared her a little because she held her nasty temper and just glared at me silently. I figured she was wondering if I could really give her up because we both knew she could have somebody else if she smiled at them sexily. With that in mind we had enjoyed ourselves at the dance until ass-hole Clark showed up. He marched over and grabbed her hand, jerking her body against his as he began kissing her in front of everyone. I overreacted and jerked him backwards before smacking him in the face with my fist. I am not a big man so I did not hit him hard enough to put him down, he just rubbed his jaw and grinned before backhanding me and putting me on my own ass.

Everyone else was watching and I guess they figured my wife would come to my aid but she didn’t. Instead, she glared at me and yelled out that I deserved what I got for attacking her friend, and according to her I had attacked Clark just because he got overly friendly. I departed the dance without her, hoping against hope that she would follow me and apologize if she really loved me. Well she didn’t and I saw her leave with Clark so I knew I had once again been set up by the pair. I set up my GPS tracking pad and followed them to his place. I could see them kissing and laughing through his truck’s back window and knew I had been a cuckold all along.

However, I needed evidence to get a divorce so I decided to get pictures. I had rented a photographer’s camera that took dated pictures from a distance. It was actually rather easy because they did not seem to care if anyone looked through his big picture window. He did not even turn the lights before he disrobed and began to fuck her with his extremely large black cock. I realized she was a size queen and that was probably why she loved fucking my enemy. He must have been 9 or 10 inches long and he fucked her in every hole. I had rented an antennae and sound recorder as well when I rented the camera and I could hear them talking shit about me too. Both were bragging about how easy I was to upset, and they enjoyed telling each other how much fun it was making me wonder if she was really fucking around on me or not. I learned that she had been fucking around ever since our marriage, and she had never stopped fucking Clark.

She told him that she did love me but that sex was much better with both him and the other men too. She said it was especially great when she was violating her wedding vows and cuckolding me. She elaborated and said it made her cum harder when she thought of me waiting for her to come back home. She even laughed when she told him she held off giving me any until her cunt had returned to its normal size. When Clark reminded her that I had a good reason to be jealous she just laughed and said, “Oh don’t worry Clark, in time I will have him trained as a cuckold and I can start cuckolding him while he watches.

She giggled and said, “I will have him sucking cum right out of my nasty used cunt. Maybe I will have him suck your big cock before and after we fuck, wouldn’t that be a sexy sight and it wouldn't it be so humiliating for him?”

Well, of course that never happened because I had the pictures and audio of what she had been doing. I was amazed at how many times he could make her cum with his big fuck stick though. She never seemed too tired to fuck no matter what hole he used but I got tired of watching them fuck and cum together. I was also tired of listening to their shit talk even though I was recording their nasty and degrading comments. I gave her a call on her cell phone and realized that was a first too because she had always turned it off.

She was gruff when she realized that she had left it on and she growled nastily as she said, “What do you want you jealous little boy? Are you still hurt that I did not run to you and cuddle you after you went down from Clark’s punch?”

I laughed loudly for several seconds before I said, “Oh no you don’t, I won’t fall for your bullshit talk anymore. You and Clark can continue fucking all night now that I have all the evidence I need of what you have been doing since we got married. Don’t come home and try to make up because we are through and you can continue as Clark’s whore since you won’t be married to me anymore.”

I heard a scream and I saw her rush to the window looking for me. My cell began ringing immediately but I ignored the calls which I knew would be excuses for what she had done. I was unhappy at my loss but I was happy knowing that I had every reason to be jealous of this betraying woman and her lover. I never even got up when she began banging on our doors because I had already had the locks changed before she came home late in the afternoon of the next day. It seems she wanted to get in a few more orgasms before she even tried to get back with me or maybe she needed time to come up with another plan to convince me she still loved me.

Oh well, this is a small town after all and after I had sent pictures and audio recordings to both her parents and her sister they no longer felt that they had to cover for her. She tried to plead with me and tell me she was sorry but I knew she had no respect for me as a man to have played me like that. If I took her back now I knew I would have to be her real wimp cuckold. I had decided I would save that kind of lifestyle for a woman that respected and loved me enough to just ask me to do such things for her. I would too you know, I think I actually would like such a lifestyle but I would have to be a part of the selection process when she picks her bulls.

It was not as if I would have turned her down if she had just asked me to be her wimp cuckold husband from the start. I would probably have accepted Clark as her bull if she had just asked me too. I did love watching him fuck the dog-shit out of her and I would have probably have loved sucking his cock clean and licking his thick cum out of her cunt. She was a cuddly and loving woman after all, and especially so when she wasn’t horny for a super-sized cock. She was also a beautiful woman and I am sure she could find another sucker to marry soon, but she still calls me every week and always apologizes for her betrayal.

It's as if she actually misses my devotion and love for her, and hell I may even reconsider taking her back because I think she will be much more considerate of my willingness to be her cum-sucking cuckold now. In fact, I think I will call her right now and make her an interesting proposition that she won’t want to refuse. Maybe we can celebrate by going out and finding a well hung stud to pleasure her just so I can prove that I am willing to be a cuckold. I was sitting there and speculating about who we might find and damn if Clark didn’t enter my thoughts repeatedly.

Damn, I thought to myself, who else had a better cock to fuck her with and who else could she humiliate me with better than ass-hole Clark! I thought to myself, “OMG, am I really going to beg her to cuckold me with Clark Bowman just so I can suck his huge cock and swallow his nasty cum!”

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MY 20yo BRILLIANT AND BEAUTIFUL BLONDE HAIRED DAUGHTER

Written by Kaz

Part 4: Getting Information

When I got home, my wife had dinner on the stove and Jenny was up in her room playing some type of dance music that shook the walls downstairs.

"How was work darling?" Deborah asked.

"Oh not bad, business as usual" I replied. I was not going to tell my wife I just hired a private investigator to basically spy on my daughter and her black boyfriend. Not yet anyway.

"Anything new with Jenny?" I then asked my wife, hoping to change the subject.

"After she came home from the lunch shift at work, she went to the gym to work out for a few hours. She just came back not long ago" Deborah stated.

"She seems like she is working out more than usual" I said.

Then I looked up to see that Jenny had just walked into the room.

"Yeah dad, I am working out a lot. Marlon is a fitness buff and well, he inspires me" Jenny proudly stated. "Marlon said I need to build up my 'humps'. I spent 45 minutes on the stepper today. Isn't that great?" Jenny seemed to be glowing.

I tried to ignore her, but I couldn't help to wonder what "humps" were.

"So, uh Jenny, what exactly is a 'hump' dear?" Deborah asked without me having to say a word.

Jenny then gave us both a look like we were from another planet and said, "It's my butt. OK?"

"Great" I thought. My beautiful daughter feels she has to impress a street thug by working out extra hard to build up her "humps" or whatever she called them. I started to get angry. Time to go check my e-mail. Maybe Mr. Washington had already sent over the contract. I was more than ready to sign at this point.

Sure enough, Mr. Washington's contract was waiting for me in my inbox. I printed all four pages out and took a few minutes to read things over before signing. Evidently, the $150 a day was just a base price. The contract stated I needed to cover the cost of his meals, fuel and even his dry cleaning. He also tagged on additional fees for going over a certain mileage per day and overtime charges for working evenings and weekends.

I estimated that even if we could wrap things up in just one week, I was looking at well over two thousand dollars. What if this went on for weeks? Mr. Washington seemed like he knew what he was doing. I am sure he could finish the work in no time. I took a deep breath, signed the contract, scanned it and E-mailed it back to him. "It's only money" I kept on telling myself.

I then heard a car horn out front followed by the sound of commotion upstairs. The music that was blaring was suddenly shut off and I heard Jenny's bedroom door slam.

"I'm going out" Jenny announced as she raced down the stairs and out the front door.

I looked out the window to see who was honking. There was an early 80's model Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme pulled up in front of our house. Since the windows were tinted, it was hard to see who was in the car. I watched as Jenny got in, and sure enough Marlon was in the back seat. She gave him a big hug and nuzzled up next to him as he shut the door.

I immediately ran out the back door and over to the side of the house where I could get a better look. Before they drove off, I was able to get a fairly good cell phone picture of the car. I then used the phone to call Mr. Washington.

After a few rings, all I got was his voice mail. I left a message that his contract was signed and sent back and that I needed him to call me immediately.

Twenty minutes later, he called back. "Mr. Simpson" he said in his usual deep tone, "what can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you could get started tonight?" I asked. I went on to say "she just left with him and I would like to know where they are going. She didn't even give us a chance to ask her. She just ran out the door."

"OK" he said, "but you know this will count as evening hours. These types of assignments could get expensive for you."

I told him I didn't care. I needed to know what was going on, no matter what the cost. He then had me E-mail him the photo of the car.

"I'm on it" he said, "I'll call you in the a.m. and let you know what I find" and then he hung up the phone.

It was going to be a long night. I couldn't wait to talk to Mr. Washington in the morning.

Next week Part 5: Facing Reality

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MY 20yo BRILLIANT AND BEAUTIFUL BLONDE HAIRED DAUGHTER

Written by Kaz

Part 3: Meeting Mr. Washington

The next day I went into work. That was a mistake. I was completely unfocused and the presentation was mediocre at best.

I later went to lunch with a colleague I have worked with for several years. He was one of those people who always offered solid solutions for problems we faced in the office. I told him my situation with Jenny. He said if it was his daughter, he would hire a private detective. This way he could get to the bottom of what was really going on without her knowledge.

This was a fantastic idea. I took off the rest of the afternoon to search out a professional in this field that I could trust.

I found several on the internet who had offices relatively close by. I had little luck getting them on the phone and had to leave messages. "Maybe they were out on a job doing their detective work" I thought. I was getting frustrated. I found another detective listed, Alexander Washington, who had an office a little further out of the area, but I needed to speak to someone now. Anything to settle my nerves and get some reassurance that I was getting help.

I called his number and I finally got a person who answered on the other end.

"Hello, Alexander Washington at your service" he replied in a deep, sophisticated tone.

I liked the "at your service" part. I was getting a good vibe already.

"Yes Mr. Washington" I nervously replied, "I am looking for a detective who can help me with my daughter. She is seeing a guy that concerns my wife and I and I thought if I hired a detective..."

"Before you go on" he interrupted, "First off, I am referred to as a 'private investigator'. Secondly, I like to carry conversations that are going in this direction in person, if you don't mind. When can you get here?"

I was a bit taken back by his forceful approach, but I knew I had to see someone soon and he was obviously available to get things started.

"Now... I guess" I said sheepishly.

He continued with an intense tone, "You guess or do you plan on getting here? I don't have time for people wasting my time."

Well, I had to give him credit. He certainly seemed like he meant business and I did need someone who could get things done. I told him I definitely wanted to see him and got directions to get over to his office immediately. I must admit, I even exceeded the speed limit at certain times. His pushy attitude seemed to have an effect on me.

I finally arrived at his office which was located close to the inner city. It was an older building but appeared to be rehabbed with modern touches and was located on a street near some of the trendier urban hot spots.

I rang the bell to his office, no. 103. Through the glass door I saw a well-dressed, distinguished looking black man in his mid 40's come out of his office and into the reception area to let me in.

"Please to meet you, Mr.?" he asked.

"Simpson, Steven Simpson" I replied.

He shook my hand firmly and then motioned for me to follow him back to his office.

As I walked into his office, I couldn't help but notice several photos that were displayed prominently on his desk. One showed him in Army fatigues with Master Sergeant Stripes on his arm. Another showed him shaking hands with none other than Barrack Obama when he was still a senator. On the wall hung a host of various framed degree certificates and licenses that he had amassed over the years. I was already quite impressed.

He pointed to the seat in front of his desk as my queue to sit down.

After he sat down, he stated, "Let's get down to business. Please go over what brings you here."

I had to pick my words carefully. I didn't want to offend him by making it look like I was concerned about my daughter being with Marlon because he was black.

"My daughter happens to be an honor student that somehow got mixed up with a guy that my wife and I don't approve of. My intention is to hire a private investigator to find out more about him and to what extent her involvement with him really is." There, I stated my case on the spot and I think I kept it as "PC" as possible.

"So you want me to find out if she is fucking some dude you don't think is good enough for her. Right?" He then looked up at me and peered right into my eyes.

I was taken back, but I respected his frankness. I peered right back at him and said, "I know as a fact my daughter does not believe in pre-marital sex. That is not the issue. I just want to know how involved she is with this young man."

"Fair enough" he said. "You sound like a man who loves his daughter and I apologize if I sounded brash. However, if I get involved with this case, which I still haven't decided to take on, you have to be prepared for anything. No matter how much you think you know about your daughter, you may become shocked when reality hits. That's what I do; I show you reality. I have seen guys like you come in my office before and leave basket cases. I need to know if you can handle what I may find out. So let me ask you, do you honestly think you can handle whatever I bring back to you?"

So far, all this seemed hypothetical to me. He was laying out the extreme scenario because he has seen this in the past. I was sure this didn't apply to my daughter so I said, "I certainly can."

He slapped his hand on his desk and stated "Okay then, if that's where you stand, I think I can help you. My rate is $150 a day since this is local. I need to write up a contract and E-mail it to you. After you receive it, print, sign, scan and send it back to me. Then I can get started."

"Okay, this sounds fine" I said.

The price seemed high. What if it took weeks for him to get me the information I needed? Taking into account what was at stake here regarding my daughter's future, it was a cost I would have to endure. He seemed legit and I had a gut feeling about this guy-that he could make things happen.

I gave him my E-mail address, we shook hands and I was on my way to the door. The whole meeting took less than 5 minutes.

"One more thing Mr. Simpson" he said. "After you return the paperwork, I need you to get me some vital information if possible. Aside from the basics, I need your daughter's cell phone number and her work address, if she has one. I would also like a few photos of her and preferably the young man she is with. His address and phone would also be a big plus. You can bring all this with you at our next meeting. Thanks."

"Will do" I said.

He then led me out of his office and shook my hand again.

"Don't worry. I will get you the information you need" he said reassuringly.

"Thanks Mr. Washington" I said.

Feeling somewhat relieved, I got into my car drove on home to await his E-mail.

Next week Part 4: Getting Information

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MY 20yo BRILLIANT AND BEAUTIFUL BLONDE HAIRED DAUGHTER

Written by Kaz

Part 2: Newer Revelations

Dinner finally ended and Marlon went on his way. I was emotionally exhausted at this point. The wine made me sleepy and all I could think of was getting to bed. I had a presentation the next morning for the ad agency I work for. I probably should have spent the next few hours preparing last minute tweaks, but that would have to wait until morning. My wife cuddled next to me and I made sure the TV was off. Time to get some sleep.

"What a night, huh Steve?" my wife said as she pulled the covers over us.

I was hoping she wouldn't bring it up. I was desperately trying to keep the thought out of my mind. My heart started racing again.

"Please, let's just not talk about this. I am hoping it is some kind of phase. I'm sure it is. I really need to get up early."

My wife grew silent. I was expecting a response. Hopefully something like "Yes, you're right, just a phase". But I didn't get one. I know her well enough to know this silence meant she was keeping something in.

I then asked her, "Well, don't you agree?"

"I wish I could, but something seems different about her." Deborah went on to say, "I noticed it before I knew about this young man. Maybe it's something a woman can sense. I don't know."

This statement got me worried. My wife Deborah is probably the most perceptive woman I have ever known. When she said something was "different" about our daughter, I had to take notice. Part of me just wanted to tell her not to worry. I didn't want to go where she was taking things. I had to stay focused on the meeting, but this was becoming impossible now.

"What do you mean, 'different'?" I asked.

"Well, last week I was in the kitchen making lunch and Jenny was on the phone. I don't think she knew I could hear her. I really wasn't trying to pry or anything, but I know at one point in the conversation I heard her say 'I love you babe'. That's when my ears perked up. At that point I became interested naturally. I know she hasn't seen Troy in over a month and has always maintained he was more of a friend than an actual boyfriend."

I interrupted, "What else did you hear?"

"Not much more after that. She may have noticed I was wandering over too close to her in the room as I tried to listen. Her voice grew quiet and she slowly started moving into the other room."

After hearing this revelation, I could no longer delude myself that tonight's episode was probably nothing. So much for getting to sleep early.

"Is there anything else besides this phone conversation that you noticed that makes you think she is 'different'?" I asked.

"Well, I know you have to get up in the morning darling. It can wait until you get home" Deborah replied.

"No. I want to know. I need to know. What makes her seem 'different'?"

Deborah paused for a few seconds, then she went on to say, "Even before I heard this conversation, she seemed like she was acting like...well, a young woman who is in love. I can't explain it. It's something I know. Something I'm sure of. And well, there's one more thing..."

"What? Tell me" I demanded.

Deborah's voice began to tremble, "After she got off the phone, I asked her if she was speaking to Troy. She said no, it was a new boy she met and that we would be meeting him soon. Dear God, the boy she was talking to and saying 'I love you' to was this Marlon fellow."

Deborah began to cry. I held her and tried to think of something to say to console her. It was hard to keep from crying myself. All I could think of was "What happened to our daughter?"

I just padded her back gently. For the next several hours we stayed awake holding each other, not saying a word. It was like we were grieving for the loss of a loved one.

At this point, we didn't realize how much we actually did lose Jenny. To a young man we met only hours before.

Next week Part 3: Meeting Mr. Washington

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MY 20yo BRILLIANT AND BEAUTIFUL BLONDE HAIRED DAUGHTER

Written by Kaz

Part 1: Is She "Going Black"?

It all started earlier this summer. My daughter Jenny completed her 2nd year at Cornell University majoring in pre-med with a 4.0 GPA as usual. She came back to live in our house and work part time at a local fast food restaurant to earn money for the upcoming school year.

I have to admit, she seemed out of place working in an environment like that. She is stunningly beautiful, the mirror image of her mother at that age. Some say she resembles a young Kim Basinger.

She even turned down a recent offer to go the Europe to model for the summer because, due to our family's strict religious beliefs, she felt the clothes she was expected to wear were going to be a bit too revealing. Yes, she's that innocent and obviously beautiful enough to model internationally, so it isn't just a proud father's opinion.

For her first few weeks, things were going well. She went out on a couple of dates with a boy she knew from high school. She came back before her 12 o'clock curfew each time and I know there was nothing more than a friendly kiss goodbye at the door. She was adamant about remaining a virgin and pre-marital sex wasn't even a part of her vocabulary.

Then, one humid night in the middle of July, she came home with a new friend she met at work. She introduced this young black man as Marlon and stated they had been working together. He said he was eighteen and was working two part time jobs. I asked where he went to college. He looked embarrassed and then the conversation grew quiet.

"He doesn't go the college dad", my daughter said with a tinge of resentment for me even asking the question.

"That's right sir" Marlon interjected. He then said in a proud tone, "I did get my G.E.D last year".

I was a bit baffled at this point as to why Jenny brought this young man home. He certainly was no Sydney Poitier. He had no education and was dressed in the typical "thug" wardrobe, with his jeans hanging off his hips, black T-shirt, gold chains and Raiders cap worn at a menacing angle on his head.

Jenny's mother was in the other room. I was worried how she would react to this situation so I was hesitant to call her in. I didn't want to make it seem like "the parents meeting a new boyfriend". I didn't know what he was to Jenny and even the idea of her befriending him in a platonic way seemed odd. Why was he even here?

"Mom, come in and meet Marlon" Jenny said in an almost giddy manner.

Her mother got up and walking in excitedly, but I could she the smile on her face go from sincere to forced. I have known this woman for almost 30 years; I knew what she was thinking- "What is this?"

"Mom, this is Marlon, he trained me at work. He is really funny and played football for the Conner Institute." Jenny said proudly.

I knew Jenny had to know that the Conner Institute was a special high school where they sent the troublemakers in the area. After hearing this I couldn't take much more.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Marlon, Jenny hasn't had dinner and she has to get up in the morning."

It was all I could think of at the time. I just wanted to say anything to get him on his way. And yes, out of our lives that night and hopefully for good.

"Can Marlon stay for dinner?" Jenny said. She then gave me those puppy dog eyes that have haven't seen in many years. The look she only gave when she really wanted something badly.

"Oh na, I need to leave. It cool, I catch ya later Jen" Marlon said.

He obviously got the point I didn't want him here, but Jenny didn't give up.

"It's no problem. Dad's on a diet anyway." She then jokingly patted me on the stomach and playfully remarked "There should be plenty of food to feed a starving boy like you."

Everyone laughed. Everyone, except for me.

At this point, I felt I was forced to go along. I didn't want to look like a jerk in front of my daughter. She obviously had some kind of innocent interest in this young man. I needed to find out more about all this. I figured seeing them interact at dinner might give me more perspective as to what was going on between them.

"You sure make good food Mrs. uh..." Marlon obviously didn't even know the last name of the girl he was invited to have dinner with.

"Oh, it's Simpson" my wife stated.

"I told you Marlon a while back my last name." Jenny added in a cheerful manner. She then asked "How could you ever forget?"

I found this strange. Why would her name supposed to mean so much to him? "Ever forget"? At this point, in order to keep my calm, I had to write these questions in my mind off as paranoia. I went into the kitchen and poured a glass of holiday wine we had in the refrigerator since last Christmas. I don't drink often, if ever, but I felt if I needed to drink, this was the time.

I sat back down at the table feeling a little light headed, but no less concerned.

"Marlon's mom makes great pie. You guys need to try it sometime." Jenny said while having a piece of her own mother's jello dessert.

With this new fact, my curiosity was rekindled.

"Oh, so did he bring some to work for you to try?" I slyly asked.

"Oh no, I ate over at his house last week. His family is really nice. I told mom I was going over there. Didn't she tell you?"

I stared at my wife who responded "She said she was going to a friend's house. She didn't say who. I thought it was one of her girlfriends".

"Yes Mr. Simpson" Marlon finally responded, "Yo daughter got some nice friends. My friend Rufus is good friends with Heather."

I remember Heather. She was on the high school cheerleading squad with my daughter. She stopped coming by our house as often when I found out she started dating players on the team. My daughter even suggested they had a bit of a falling out due to her attitude about premarital sex, which evidently was pretty open-minded. How good of friends was Heather with this Rufus fellow? The name definitely sounded black. It may have been the wine, but I decided to delve further.

"I thought Heather was seeing Chad, that guy on the football team." I said.

"Oh no dad, that was in high school. Chad is long gone." Jenny said. "She is dating Rufus now."

I almost choked on dessert. I was speechless. I looked at my wife who gave a look back as to say "I had no I idea and I am as shocked as you are."

I then said, "You haven't seen Heather in a while, well, people move on after high school."

I figured this would make it clear that whatever Heather is doing is of no concern to Jenny anyway.

"Oh no dad, I was with Heather last week. We all went out together."

OK, now I was getting angry. Was "we all" as in her and Marlon also? No more beating around the bush.

"So you and Marlon saw Heather. Well that must've been fun" I didn't mean it, but I had to broach this subject gently.

"Oh yeah we did. Marlon even won me a prize on one of those crane machines they had at the mall." Jenny stated proudly.

Bingo. Now I got the information I needed. My hands were trembling under the table. My daughter, the honor student, the pre-med beauty was actually dating this guy. I had to believe he was just an innocent summer dating partner. She didn't believe in premarital sex but I still couldn't stomach the idea of her kissing this guy on the lips, even if just an innocent good night peck. She was a good girl and good girls like her don't date thugs. I had to pray this would end soon. It had to.

Next week Part 2, Newer Revelations

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