About six months ago I decided to spice up my marriage by renting an X-rated video. At a local adult book store a tall black man approached me and asked if he could help with my selection. He introduced himself as Steven and said he was the owner of the store. The tape he recommended featured interracial sex. It was definitely hot! My wife Jessie, a beautiful blue-eyed blonde, had never seen a porno film before. But she loved it, especially the black studs in the movie and their well-hung cocks. That night our sex was unimaginably exciting.
The next day, to my surprise, Jessie returned the video and rented another, telling me that she had just wanted to save me the trip. She admitted to being embarrassed at first, but she said that Steve had been very nice and had helped her with another selection. Given her conservative upbringing, it was hard to imagine her even going near the place, but I didn't give it another thought.
The video she rented also featured black studs, who again sported horse-like dongs. Jessie, who actually fingered herself while watching one particularly well-endowed guy getting a blow job, admitted that the movies were heating up our bedroom life. I definitely agreed. Over the next few weeks, Jessie rented videos almost every day, all of them featuring black males having interracial sex. Steve also provided us our first book of erotic stories. I remember reading that first issue and noticing the number of letters from men who enjoyed watching their wives fucking other men. I had fantasized about watching Jessie, but never had the nerve to bring it up since I was sure she would refuse.
One night while dropping off a video, Steve asked if I had enjoyed the magazine and if I had ever thought about what it would be like to watch Jessie having sex with someone else.
"Jessie would never agree to a a threesome," I responded.
"Who said anything about a threesome?" Steve said. "I'm talking about you watching while someone else has sex with her."
I laughed. "No way Jessie would agree to that!" I said. Then Steve really shocked me.
"I find your wife very attractive, and I think the feeling is mutual between us. Further, I think it wouldn't be that hard for me to seduce her. You, my friend, could watch without her even knowing it!"
I was very uneasy and a little angry. What does one say in a situation like that? I told him he was crazy and left. But later I kept thinking about his proposition. I was sure it was impossible.
Two days later on a Saturday afternoon, Steve rang the doorbell.
"I brought over a new release for you guys. Where's Jessie?" he asked as he walked through the living room towards the glass doors leading to the pool. Outside, my wife was sunbathing topless, totally unaware of his presence.
"Beautiful," Steve said, looking towards the pool. "Have you given any more thought to my proposition?"
Before I could answer, Jessie got up, slipped on an old shirt of mine and came into the house. She was surprised to see Steve, but at the same time, it seemed, happy, too. Steve quickly changed the subject.
"I'll take that drink now," he said. "Rum and Coke, please and why don't you make one for Jessie too? Gee, Rick," Steve continued, "Too bad you have those errands. I wanted to get your opinion on the new video."
"You have to leave?" Jessie said to me. "You didn't mention it?"
My mind was racing. In a split second I made a decision I will always regret. "Something came up at the office," I said. "I have to go in, and I'll be gone a couple hours."
