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(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? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 71