Extract

 

Scott was meeting Lawrence for happy hour at Sophie's. He was waiting in the small restaurant, sitting in the window, realizing that he had no idea what the first man to fuck his wife outside of marriage even looked like. Scott considered it surreal that his wife's first extramarital man had invited him out for a beer. He didn't know how he should react, but everything about this was new and unknown to him. There were few other diners yet, but it was early, a good hour before the college game started. He had left his name with the hostess and told her that another person would be joining him.

A curly haired man in his 30's went to the bar and took a seat. Was that him? No, not tall enough as Rachel had described. He realized that Rachel had not giving him much a description, a tall guy she worked with, well built from spending a lot of time in the gym was all. The curly haired young man seemed to be locked on the television over the bar, he was not looking for anyone.

A tall man entered, at least 6' 4", wearing a long raincoat. Scott looked past the man. This would not be him. The tall man spoke to the waitress and he looked toward Scott, smiled, and walked directly to his table. Scott lost his breath for a moment. Was this Lawrence? Whatever he had expected this man was totally opposite, much bigger than Scott anticipated, and his skin was coal black. Scott's head was spinning, his mind screaming, why had Rachel left this important fact out?

"You must be Scott, hi I'm Lawrence," the huge black man said, extending his hand, that dwarfed Scott's hand. Scott felt as if he had been poleaxed. Whatever he had envisioned was turned upside down. This massive black man was his wife's lover. He would have never imagined, and..., his mind went blank, no thought at all, totally shock. Scott shook it off quickly as they shook hands and he took a seat. The hostess brought him his drink. "Bourbon and branch water, I love a good bourbon and they have a nice selection here," Lawrence said. "You?"

"Tequila," Scott stammered, still not in control of his emotions.

Lawrence laughed and said in a friendly tone, "You were expecting someone white?" Scott's startled reaction told him yes. "I know I don't sound black."

"I spent a lot of training to get to that point," Lawrence said. "I've was in radio before I got into advertising.

"I suspected something like that," Scott said. There was a pause as he searched to say more. Lawrence was more direct.

"And Rachel didn't tell you I am black, did she?"

"The subject never came up," Scott said, "and you don't sound black as you said," pausing, "But it is not about your skin color. This has nothing to do with that."

Lawrence smiled, "I know that is what you are supposed to say. I appreciate that, and I am sure you mean it, but I disagree on your statement. Skin color is a big part of it for me. I love fucking white women, and in my experience white women get off on fucking a black man too, although they are slow to admit it these days, trying to be politically correct." He studied Scott's reaction to the blunt talk, plotting where he was going with the conversation next.

"Thanks for coming, and I wanted to talk to you about what has happened. I must be honest, this is not the first time I have done anything like this, which is good for you because I can help you both avoid typical pitfalls. I enjoyed your wife, I think she enjoyed me, and I want to be sure everyone is comfortable going forward."

"Going forward?" Scott asked.

"We'll talk about all that," Lawrence said. "In the end it is both your's decision. I'm going that Rachel said you were OK with it, since she had no dating experience it was something you wanted her to experience and enjoy, which is fantastic," Lawrence said. "But I also had some other thoughts that I felt we best go over face to face."

"OK, this is all new territory for me," Scott admitted, uncomfortable, but certainly willing to hear Lawrence out.

"From what I have heard I am sure that it is. Frankly it is not new territory for me, and will help avoid problems, which is why I wanted to meet with you one on one. Perhaps what is most important is I am in a position to help your fantasies safely come to life, an opportunity few people every are able to experience. First, you two are OK, things OK?"

"Yes, apparently. She enjoyed it, our world didn't burst into flame, she's a little different, quiet and reflective," Scott said.

"And in bed? Your frequency increased? I guess it has."

"Yes, a lot. I am not sure if it is me wanting to fuck the thoughts out of her, or her wanting to make it up to me that she allowed someone else to fuck her, or the excitement of what has happened," Scott said. "Something is working."

"If I may, let me give you an overview about what usually happened with a man and a woman when they enter the lifestyle," Lawrence said.

"The lifestyle?"

"Yes, hotwifing, or wife sharing. It is not uncommon, just not talked about much. If I may venture here, in your case you have a gorgeous wife, she looks younger than she is, amazingly hot, although things got into a rut over the years, but deep down you love showing her off, like the world knowing this beautiful woman is yours-and the ultimate, deep within the recesses of your mind that you may have not considered is when you share her in the most intimate way with another man, at the end she comes home to you-absolute certification that she is indeed yours no matter what, and you can take great pride in that, and enjoy the envy of anyone lucky enough to gain her attention and be with her."

Scott thought for a minute, considering what Lawrence said. "Yes, that makes sense."

"But you weren't there for this first time even though you told Rachel your fantasy is to watch," Lawrence said, "but the next best thing would be for her to give you many details of the play by play."

"Yes."

"Rachel is not as forthcoming because she is a little ashamed of how much she enjoyed it, how much she let go, how she could enjoy fucking someone else as much as she did, because she does not have to face them every day for the rest of her life. Caught up in the lust of the moment, not concentrating on trying to remember the details for you, she is lost in the fucking. How am I doing so far?" Lawrence asked.

"Rachel's holding back some," Scott said. "Nothing I can put my finger on, but before she can get to details and answering my questions, we end up in bed. We talked on the phone during her breaks today. I feel like she is trying to say what she thinks I want to hear other than what she means. That part bothers me. I would rather know exactly what transpired, after all I wasn't there," Scott said.

"Natural for a woman to do that, don't read too much into it," Lawrence said.

"Rachel and you married very young, you love each other, are committed to each other, but lately things started to get routine, thus came role-playing, and that kinda took on a mind of its own, getting hotter each time. She's inhibited and resistant to new things, bashful, too modest, has no idea how hot she really is and tries to cover it up when she gets carried away and let's go, so her excitement in all this comes in spurts and she goes back inside herself when she is finished."

"You're pretty good at this, but yes." Scott paused, intrigued. "Go on."

"But the role-playing tended to hasten you both to the point that doing it for real was a consideration. Both of you did it in your minds a dozen times, and then thanks to a serious of fateful events, it has happened. This is the part I wanted to go over with you face to face. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you'd like her to be less inhibited, more open with you sexually?"

"Yes."

"You are married to her, you are too close to open that side of her, she is reluctant to do that with you, but, say with me, she does not have that emotional commitment, she can be freer, easier to let go," Lawrence said.

"I don't know for sure, but yeah, I see how that would be," Scott said.

"Rachel said she has the green light to do some more dating, but in the back of your mind, you are hoping that more than just dating, and occasional fucking, that somehow she will finish this with many of her inhibitions gone, more open and sexier, or, dare I say it, even sluttier?"

"You have me pegged pretty well," Scott said. "A fantasy is that it ends like that. I want the curiosity out of her system."

"You have talked about it and she wants to go on some more dates, to get the curiosity out of her system?"

"More or less"

"Since you initiated this sequence of events there is not a lot you can say at this point, since you started it and if you pull the plug she is going to be disappointed, and you do not want that. Right?"

"Right."

"I am in this for the sex, the recreational side of it, and your wife is beautiful, a little shy, which is like a drug to me, because I love to help a shy woman go far beyond their insecurities and inhibitions. You'd be happier if a few months from now you had a hotter, sluttier wife, someone who will dress hotter, sometimes more revealing in the proper situations, and fuck you like a whore in bed?" Lawrence asked.

"Yes."

"I can do that for you," Lawrence said. Scott leaned forward over the table, unaware of the enthusiasm that portrayed. "You should not object to your wife seeing me more, maybe even help me along with some advice on what she says about me, encourage her to open up, or going along with a trip out of town, things like that, and I can promise you I will return you an uninhibited hornier wife. But I need your go ahead, rather than resistance. I need you encouraging her, and I will briefly take her on as a special project."