I guess you could say I was a fairly regular married guy when all of this started. I had a pretty good job working at the water department for a large city, a house, and a couple of car's in the driveway. I loved my wife of six years, Marci and felt like one pretty lucky guy whenever I was with her. Marci's 5' 4" 105 pounds, a 36-C with long light brown hair and was born in Nebraska. We had met over spring break while both of us were in college. She worked at a local insurance company as a receptionist and while we weren't rich, we could pretty much afford to do whatever we wanted. We genuinely seemed to enjoy on another's company and had what I thought was a great sex life. Occasionally Marci would go for a girl's night out with some of her girlfriends and in turn occasionally I would go play poker or out for beers with the guys.
We decided early on that we really didn't want the responsibility of children in our lives, especially while we were young and reasoned that we could always adopt if we changed our minds so I had a vasectomy which kept Marci off the pill.
One day I got home from work and found Marci sitting on the couch crying. When I went to comfort her she told me that she had been laid off from her job. Obviously the news came as a shock to both of us and besides the blow to her ego she was also concerned about paying the bills and maintaining the life-style we were living. I told her not to worry that she would quickly find a new job but we would be ok even if she didn't.
Marci spent the next week at home and the following week she went out and found a new job as a product demonstration hostess. In her new job she would attend trade shows, shopping malls, and various retail stores touting various products giving away samples, and doing market research.. While it wasn't full time, whenever she did work she would make as much, if not more than she was making at the insurance company. The down side was that the hours varied and there was some night and evening work require.
For the first couple of months she worked primarily during the day and on weekends. She said she really enjoyed her work and that she was at a different place all the time selling and demonstrating different products. I even ran into her demonstrating a fruit drink at our grocery store one time. After about three months however she seemed to be working more and more evening hours working and spending more and more time at the gym, beauty parlor and manicurist during the day. Her wardrobe seemed to be changing as well and she was dressing more stylishly in much more revealing attire. She even got her hair tinted and streaked with blond highlights.
Her night hours were definitely affecting our sex life and pretty soon it seemed we were down to once every couple of weeks or so. When I asked her about it she said she had been contracted by a new client who had her working various clubs and trade shows at night. The client had agreed to pay for her wardrobe and wanted her to project a more adventurous look. She apologized and promised that she would take better "care of me" in the future which she did.
To make up for her absences I was spending more and more time with the guys playing cards, drinking beer, and even bowling one night a week. One night my black friend Ted and I had been drinking and he invited me back to his house saying he had something to show me and he didn't want the rest of the crew around when he did. I agreed and we split early and went back to his house from our local watering hole.
The minute we walked into his apartment he went to the kitchen and took a bottle of Tequila out and two shot glasses.
"I think you might want to have one of these!" he said as he poured us each a shot, offering me a slice of lemon and some salt.
"OK!" I said wondering what he had up his sleeve. "What's up?"
"Didn't you tell me Marci was working for some marketing company or something?" he asked. Ted had met Marci several times at our home while playing cards.
"Yeah Why?" I asked.
"Well..." he said as he walked back into the living room of the apartment with the bottle and the lemons. "Come on, follow me." We walked back into the living room and he walked over to the entertainment center and began pulling out some DVD's. "You better have a seat!" he said as he put a disk into the player and took the remote and joined me on the sofa.
"You know bein single I sometimes go to the porno shop and get a DVD or two to keep here at the house. The other night I went to the one over on Bellingham Road just to look around and it seems they were having some kind of thing where some of the porno chicks were signing autographs and selling some of their movies." He paused and I almost could sense what he was going to tell me next.
"I went in and uh...well..." he was stuttering as if looking for the right words to say.
"Go on!" I demanded. "So what!"
"Well, I ran into Marci there!"
"What!" I exclaimed. "What was she doing, selling DVD's"
"Well, yeah, kind of except, well except she was selling her DVD's and giving autographs." He finally said.
"NO!" I said "No way! Are you sure it was HER DVD's and not just somebody else's?"
"No man! It was her DVD's! She's got a whole set of them, ten to be exact and well... they're all interracial. She's the star of Brother's and Babe's series. I even bought one home." He pushed the play button on the remote and turned and poured us each another shot.
Taking the short glass I quickly shot the drink down and turned my attention to the TV screen catching the last part of the credit's screen. The opening shot featured my wife sitting in a black man's lap in a motel room with the curtains to the outside open. She had her arm around his neck and was smiling as he began to unbutton her blouse.
I couldn't believe my eyes, but it was clearly Marci. I recognized her clothes, though in this segment her hair was still had its natural color with no highlights. I knew the blouse that she had on, seeing it dozens of times on her personally.
"Mike, Mike!" said Ted "Mike do you want me to turn it off!" I looked over at him in disbelief and shook my head no then sat back on the sofa offering him my empty glass which he promptly filled with another shot of Tequila.
I watched as Marci was directed through the whole movie. After unbuttoning her blouse the black man told her to stand up and show him was he had to work with. Marci did a slow striptease finishing by standing in front of him and bending over and grabbing her ankles exposing her beautiful ass and shaved pussy to the sitting man. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, exposing her asshole to him. Roughly he slapped her ass and stood up.
"Pretty white ass!" the actor said as he stood up and walked around in front of her. "Come an give yo black daddy a kiss!" Marci smiled and lifted her head to meet his lips. The shot showed the naked man invading her willing mouth with his tongue as his hands fondled her breasts. Marci was already undoing his belt and pulling down the zipper to his pants as the interracial couple broke their intimate kiss.
"Please! I want that big black dick daddy!" I heard Marci espouse as she pulled his pants and underwear down allowing his cock to spring forward. Slowly she dropped to her knees and put the massive organ in her mouth. "Mmmmm...." She moaned as he threw his shirt on the unoccupied chair.
"Dat's it baby!" he said as he gathered her hair in his hands and pulled her mouth further over his long black tool. "Git yo Daddy's dick harder! Fuck yo pretty white mouth." The camera moved in for a close up of the black cock sliding in and out of her lips as her hands held on to his hips. Her wedding rings were clearly visible.
