white wife

white wife
By: bobfr (bobfr3@hotmail.com)

White Wife

Chapter One

Jake Daniels jumped up and cheered along with a thousand other fans of the Thunderbirds as the new forward made a, "nothing but net" three point shot from the corner. Watching the Thunderbirds play basketball was about the most exciting thing to do in Fargo, North Dakota. The CBA team was struggling in the standings of the small league that had declined and now consisted of only five teams.

Jake always bought general admission seats on a per game basis. No season tickets for him. As he looked down across the floor at the Thunderbirds bench, he wondered again how Clyde Monroe could afford seats on the floor, the best in the auditorium. After all, they both worked in maintenance at the Air Force Base and made about the same money, which wasn't very much. Unless Clyde had won the lottery, Jake couldn't see how he could do it. He told himself that at halftime he would have to ask Clyde to share his secret. At the midway point in the game, the Thunderbirds were leading the Albany Patroons by 10 points.

Jake loved the game of basketball, especially as a spectator. In high school he wasn't tall enough to go out for the team, or so he told himself. The CBA put on as good a show as the NBA because all of the players and the coaches wanted to be called up to the big league so they played their hearts out. They played for the love of the game and the hope of being recognized for their talent, determination and enthusiasm just so they had a slim chance of being called up. They sure didn't play for the money. They were paid poverty level salaries. The player's wives and girlfriends couldn't travel with them because they stayed in a rundown apartment building with two men sharing a tiny studio room and just a small fridge and a microwave for cooking. However, the team's owner did have to spend a small fortune renovating the 7 apartments to accommodate the giants that lived in them. Seven foot beds. Higher doors than normal. Each bathroom had handicapped toilets because they too were higher and could accommodate frames that were nearly seven feet.

At the concession stand Jake worked his way through the crowd until he was standing next to Clyde. "How's it going, man?"

"Great," Clyde answered. "Tell me what you want to eat and drink Jake. It's on me. I don't pay for anything here." He boasted.

"A hot dog and a Coors Light would be great."

"You got it."

When the order was filled they found a table for two squeezed into a corner. "I love the Thunderbirds," Jake said.

"Me too, the team coming to town was about the best thing that could have happened to this place." He took a bite of his hotdog and then washed it down with a swig of beer. "I never miss a game."

"I try to catch several home games during the season but I sure can't see everyone. Costs too damn much with parking and food. Emily, I think you've met my wife, would like to come but that just about doubles everything so I usually come by myself."

"Fuck man, that's no fun." Clyde seemed like he was thinking about what he wanted to say next to Jake. The mention of Emily, Jake's unbelievably beautiful wife, caused a stir in his pants and made him wonder if he should tell Jake more than common sense told him he should.

"I can't afford these nights out any more than you my friend." Clyde paused, leaned a little closer to Jake then said, "Truth is, I don't pay a cent for the floor seat, parking, any food or beer. I don't pay for anything period."

"Okay. You've got me. Tell me the secret so that I can join your exclusive club."

"Wish I could, but I'd get my ass in a sling if I told you what's going on."

"Oh no you don't," Jake said. "You can't tell me that you go to every home game, sit in the best seats in the house, get free parking, food and beer and then not tell me how you do it. That's just not fair."

"You're right. You're right. However, I think if I told you everything you want to know you wouldn't think very much of me."

"What are you talking about Clyde?" He thought about what Clyde had said and then asked him, "Is what you're doing illegal?"

"I don't think so." Clyde responded with a puzzled look. It seemed as if this was the first time he had wondered about the legality of whatever it was he was doing. "No, I think it's legal but a lot of people, probably you too Jake, might say what we're doing is just plain wrong."

"Come on Clyde. We're not getting anywhere. I don't judge people. Whatever you do is your business. It's none of mine. Tell me what's going on."

"You've got to promise to keep what I tell you to yourself. You can't tell anyone, including your wife." He said in a lowered voice.

"I Promise. Now go on."

"This arrangement involves others, not just me. Actually, I'm the least of those involved. It's all about the players, the coaches and one other person. You know that they play for peanuts with a chance, not much of a chance, but a chance to make it big if they get called up. Hell, I've heard of a player going from $7,000 for a season to $700,000 a year later and the sky's the limit after than."

"Yeah, I know."

"So these guys move here for the season. They stay at that crummy apartment building and have to leave their wives and girlfriends back home."

"I know that," Jake said bordering on being irritated.

"Well, they get lonely. They players and the coaches I mean. Remember Jake, these are guys that got all the pussy they could handle in college. If they were in the NBA, or even a major city, they would be mobbed by beautiful women, usually white women."

Jake sat up straighter, leaned toward Clyde who now had his interest. Where the fuck was this going he asked himself. To Clyde he just urged, "Go on."

"Well, you've seen my wife. Maybe she can't be compared with Emily, hell who can, but most people think she's really cute. At the beginning of the season I brought her to the very first game. We sat in the general admission section across from the Thunderbird's bench, about where you're sitting tonight. There weren't many women watching that game and none that could be compared with Liz. She was smokin hot."

Jake's mouth dropped open but he didn't say anything.

Clyde went on. "After the game, as we were leaving, a young trainer who couldn't have been a day over twenty came up to us and said, "Got a minute?" Liz and I looked at each other and I said, "Sure. What's on your mind?"

"I'm Brad, by the way." He said with a huge smile showing perfect snow-white teeth as he stuck out his hand.

"Liz and Clyde," I told Brad.

"Let me get right to the point," said the energetic young trainer. "The coach, and several of the players, saw the two of you in the stands and asked me to come and talk with you." He paused for just a second, cleared his throat and went on with a little less self assurance than when he first approached them. "The life that these guys lead here is far from the glamour of the NBA or even when they were big men on college campuses." He started walking away from the crowd and indicated that we should follow him. "This is more private. I don't want the whole world to hear what I want to tell you."

"Well Brad," Liz said a little annoyed, "What do you want to talk about?"

"I like that," Brad said turning to Clyde, "a woman who gets right to the point. Okay, I will too. The players and the coaches are alone here. Let's face it Fargo isn't the excitement capital of the world. These guys don't know anybody here except each other and they don't know each other very well. The black population in Fargo is essentially non existent. They don't have their wives or girlfriends with them. Obviously, they get very lonely. One of the under the table benefits that we try to provide for the team and the staff, is special companionship."

Both Liz and I were trying to digest what Brad had told us. "What does that have to do with us?" I asked him.

Without missing a beat he said, "Like I told you, some of the players and the coaches saw you tonight in the stands across from our bench." He turned to me and said, "They think Liz is hot. I hope you take that as a compliment and not an insult. They would like to get to know her better while they're here."

"I remembered that several times during the game, players sitting on the bench would look our way, sometimes point and whisper something to the player on their right or left. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time nor did I say anything about it to Liz."

"There it was." Clyde said to Jake. "Brad the trainer was a messenger sent to ask both of us if Liz would be willing to fuck the team. I think we were both so shocked we didn't know what to say. Should we be offended? Should Liz have slapped him? Should we just storm out indignantly?"

"So, what do you think?" Brad asked Liz and Clyde while flashing his boyish smile at them.

"I saw that Liz was beet red and looking uncomfortably at her shoes. We're small town people Jake. Hell, you know that. We've never fucked around. Liz had been with two guys before me but they didn't amount to anything. I'm sure she was faithful during our marriage. Now, she had just been asked to consider fucking ten players and two or three members of the staff, most of them black men."

I turned to Brad and said, "We're both shocked. I don't know what to say."

I intended to say more but Brad cut me off. I sensed this wasn't the first time he had approached a couple. "Of course you're shocked. I'd be surprised if you weren't. The woman that provided the companionship before just left with her husband. He was transferred by the Air Force. Look, let me give you my card with my cell phone number on it. Talk it over and give me a call. If this is something you would like to do we can comp you seats on the floor, free parking and free food and drink. I really hope you'll consider it Liz and Clyde. He handed me his card with the cell number underlined.

"Thanks for listening to me. I'm sure it sounds kind of crazy but believe me you can have a lot of fun with these guys. Look, I've got to run but I sure hope we'll see each other again." And, just like that he was off.

Jake had almost forgotten about his hot dog and beer. This was the most amazing and unbelievable thing he had ever heard. He took a swig and said, "Clyde, I'm not a rocket scientist but because of your seats and privileges I assume that you took him up on his offer. Is that right?"

"We did. It's the best thing I've ever done but it wasn't easy. Oh, I like the free stuff here but that's not what I mean. Liz is like a different woman. You can't even imagine what it's done for her. She had no real sexual experience except with me, like I told you. Now she's fucked all of these big black jocks with cocks that go places in her pussy mine could never go. She gets all the sex she wants which is a lot. She's hotter with me than she's ever been and I get all the goodies. She's not going to fall in love with any of them. Hell, who even knows who is going to be here next week? The roster on a CBA team changes faster and more frequently than a hooker changes her panties."

"I have to tell you, Jake the ride home after we left Brad was quiet. We were each lost in our own thoughts. We didn't talk about the proposition until we were under the covers in our bed. I didn't know what to say. Can you believe it? She's the one who brought it up."

"Wasn't that about the craziest thing you ever heard?" Liz asked me.

"What exactly do you mean babe?" I asked her.

"I mean to think that the players would be interested in me. I'm older than any of them. I've had three kids. My boobs are starting to sag. These guys could get any woman they want. I wonder if there's a catch."

"I don't think there is a catch. Let's face it Liz, you're great looking."

"Maybe for my age but they could choose from any of the ten Thunderbird dancers. I'll bet none of them are more than 22."

"I would guess that all of the dancers are looking for a husband, not a fuck. Wouldn't you think that the players would know that? Brad told us that many of the players are already married. I would guess that they are married to someone that they love who may be the mother of their kids. Liz, you can bet that they don't want some little dancer in Fargo to fuck things up for them no matter how horny they get." I admit I was surprised that she seemed to be considering Brad's proposition so I flat out asked her, "Liz, are you thinking about doing this?"

"Oh no, not really, I guess I'm flattered that out of all the women that were there tonight, Brad was asked to approach me, I mean approach us."

"Could you do something like that? Liz, could you go to the apartment building and go to bed with the players and the staff? Could you?"

"Emotionally, no I couldn't." She said without any real conviction. "Physically, since all women are built pretty much the same, I guess I could. What about you, Clyde, what do you think of the idea?"

"You know me, Liz. I'm just an old horn dog. I've told you a hundred times I'd love to see you fuck another guy or for us to get involved in swinging. I never thought we would have a chance to do something like this right here in Fargo. I thought that if anything like this could ever happen to us it would have to be when we were on a trip, the farther away the better. But, hell, yeah, I'm cool with it if it's something you want to try."

"I'll have to think about it some more. It would be horrible for the kids if they were to find out that their mom was fucking the basketball team. I'm a big girl and know how to make sure I don't get knocked up or sick. It's more about us. I think it would change us."

"The talking stopped. Liz had something else on her mind. She attacked me. Fuck man, she raped me. I must have been inside her cunt more than a thousand times before but that night it was hotter, wetter and better than ever. I knew that it wasn't me that brought all of that out, it was the thought of all that strange black cock and what the owners of those cocks wanted to do to her."

"By the next morning Liz agreed to do it. She asked me to call Brad on his cell and tell him he had a deal. The rest is history. This has been going on for more than a month. Liz must have been fucked more than a hundred times by the guys. Also, while Brad hadn't mentioned it to us, out of town teams also get lonely. If they know the right trainer, sometimes that loneliness can be forgotten for an hour or two."

"Wow! That's unbelievable Clyde. How many other women are there?"

"Oh there a couple of young girls but the guys hate them. They're immature and just silly little groupies. Basically Liz is doing all the heavy lifting by herself."

By now, I was becoming a little suspicious. He had warned me not to tell anyone about what he would tell me. I wondered now if that was true. "So, Clyde, why did you tell me this?"

"Shit man. You kept pressing me."

"But you went into detail that you didn't have to. Is there something more that I need to know?"

Clyde looked down at the table. He played with his nearly empty beer glass before he looked at me. "As great as Liz is. As hot a fuck as she's become. She's told me that some of them would like someone new. Recently, a couple of players have asked Liz if she has a friend? She told them she would have to think about it."

"And?"

"Well Jake, what about Emily? Do you think this is something she might enjoy?"

I guess most husbands would have been highly insulted by such a suggestion but I wasn't. There were many ways I could have answered his question. Deep down, in a place that only Emily had recently discovered, the truthful answer would have been I hope she would enjoy all that big black cock because that's exactly what I have been thinking about for a couple of years. But I didn't tell him that.

"If I told Emily what you had suggested she'd have my head. My guess is my bag would be packed within about ten minutes. I would be shown the door. She would file for divorce."

"You just might be surprised. Liz told me that all women think about fucking other men and especially big black men. Look at the size of these guys, Jake. Their cocks match the rest of them. Hell, they're the best conditioned athletes in the world. Endurance, stamina moves you couldn't imagine and they can go on forever. Trust me my friend, you would be doing Emily a big favor."

"Not a chance." I didn't say this out of sheer ignorance. For two years I had told her how much I wanted to see her get fucked by another man. At first that just made her furious. After a couple of months went by we used it as a fantasy and it made both of us hot. Nevertheless, no matter how hard I tried, with porn tapes, dildos and promises she said that was something she just couldn't do. She was my wife and no one elses. That type of thinking was counter to everything she had been taught.

"Well, let's go enjoy the second half. It's probably already started. Come sit with me. That won't be a problem for just the rest of this game." Clyde said as he stood up.

He talked with someone at the Thunderbird bench and a padded chair was placed right next to Clyde's. Clyde insisted that I sit next to the bench. The players were all friendly to me. I couldn't help but notice that the distance from the soles of their feet to their knees must have been six inches higher than on my leg. The coach came over and introduced himself. He too was a black guy. I have no idea if Clyde had said something to them about me and especially about Emily but he might have.

The rest of the game was really a blur to me. I couldn't concentrate on strategy and the score. All I could think about was these giant athletes fucking Clyde's wife. Before the game ended, I confess I was also imagining them between Emily's beautiful legs.

Clyde and I said our goodbyes. He had preferred parking so we parted at his car. Before I left he said, "Jake, I really think this might be as good for you and Emily as it has been for Liz and me. Don't say no. Just say you'll think about it. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

The drive home was on auto pilot. I remember none of it. I assume I stopped at all of the stop signs and red lights. Obviously I made all of the correct turns because before I knew it I was pulling in our driveway.

"Honey, I'm home."

"We're watching TV," she said.

When I walked in the den she put a finger to her lips to warn me that the kids weren't really watching television because they had fallen asleep. "How was the game?" She whispered.

"Great," was the same answer I always gave her.

"Who won?" She asked.

I was stumped. I couldn't remember who won. I didn't know what to tell her.

She sensed something was wrong and said, "Jake all I asked was who won. I didn't ask if you had cheated on me," She said with a smile.

"We did. I'm going up to take a shower and hit the sack." I told her hoping that we really had won and if we hadn't she wouldn't bother to check it out.

When she slipped in bed naked, as always, it was just too much for me. I rolled over to her and pressed my lips to her moist ones. Our tongues touched gently at first and then more intently. Her hand slid down my chest to my tummy and then lower. My cock was hard as stone. I didn't need any help but our ritual seemed to require that she engulf my throbbing cock in the oral cavity that my tongue had just been probing.

"Oh baby, take it easy, I'll come in ten seconds."

"Wow! That must have been some basketball game."

"It was just a game," I said, catching my breath as my glans hit the back of her throat.

My fingers went exploring and found her fine, sparce pubic hair. When my index finger touched her cleft and then went lower until it gently touched her swollen clit, she moaned around my pulsing cock. My finger went lower and discovered that while she is always moist, tonight she was drenched.

"Wow! That must have been some television show." We both laughed.

I couldn't wait any longer. She lay on her back with her legs parted and bent at the knees as I moved between them. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit from her little asshole to her swollen clitoris. And then I pushed into her all the way in a single motion until she engulfed me and our pubic hairs mingled. As I lay down on her we kissed again. Her arms held me tightly as we slowly began to move in the familiar way that husbands and wives do after they have been married for more than fifteen years.

This was always the time that I would start my chatter. By now she expected it. I just didn't know if she liked it or if she was humoring me. I broke our kiss looked down at her and smiled. "Baby you are so beautiful when you're fucking. You're the most beautiful woman in the world. I love to be inside you. I love to feel the inside of your cunt, your moisture that you produced just so you could get fucked by a big dick."

"Oh yes baby. Fuck me with that big dick."

"My cock's not so big. Average I would say."

"It's big to me. I love it. I love it in me. I love it in me anywhere."

"I love to watch you fuck. I love to hear the little sounds that you make when we get closer to cumming. I would love to watch another guy fuck you so I could take in the whole picture. When I'm part of it, it's just not the same."

"How would you know?"

"You know that's about all that I think about. If I had a more demanding job I'm not sure that I could do it because all I think about is you, your beautiful body, your gorgeous face, your perky boobs, your snatch that is without equal on the planet. That's what I think about."

We kept moving slowly. We each adjusted and altered our paces. She just kept getting wetter and wetter. "Emily, I'm not kidding when I tell you I'm sure you are the greatest fuck on earth. I really mean it."

"Jake, baby," she gasped, "you're so sweet but every adult who is healthy or not bound by some religious prohibition fucks. They fuck just like we do. They fuck like we are fucking now. Some more often than others and some more intently but trust me, they all fuck."

He smiled at her use of the word "fuck." Until a year ago she hardly ever cursed and never used the "f" word. Now when they were making love she used it a lot because she knew how hot Jake got when she talked dirty.

"I don't think so." Jake said. She was about to pull his semen right through him but he held back as best he could. "It's not me. I'm pretty average. It's you. You know you're extraordinarily beautiful. You know you come every time and most women can't say that. You know you could always go for more when I'm empty and exhausted. No, my love it is you. I think you know it."

That must have taken her over the edge. "Fuck me Jake. Pound me. Tear my pussy up. Fill me up. Never stop, never stop, never stop." she screamed as she had a huge orgasm.

Of course, he was so close that he did all of those things she asked him to do to her.

Before Jake drifted off to sleep he said, "Emily, I want what's best for you. I want you to be sexually satisfied like no woman has ever been. I want you to experience variety of every kind imaginable."

"You're all I need my love."

"Maybe that's what you think now. But if you won't do it for yourself, I mean if you won't fuck other guys for you," I paused then said something that I never had said before, "Emily, then do it for me."

There was dead silence from her side. I'm not even sure that she was breathing. Finally, in a soft voice she said, "I'll think about it," as she slightly wiggled her bare ass against his still wet cock.

Chapter two

The next morning at the Daniels house was like most weekday mornings. The kids were getting ready for school and screaming, "who took my . . . I can't find my . . . where's my . . ." Nobody paid any attention to them. And, like magic what was missing was found just in the nick of time. While Jake was in the shower getting ready for work, Emily was in the kitchen cooking breakfast wearing just an old thin bathrobe. She turned on the radio in the kitchen and listened to the local news/talk station. She couldn't have been more surprised when she heard.

"Last night after a valiant try, our Thunderbirds fell to the Albany Patroons by a score of 95 to 88. They were ahead by ten points at the half but during the second half the team from Albany outscored the locals by 17 points. Better luck next time Thunderbirds against the team from Ft. Sill Oklahoma."

Emily was confused. Jake had told that the Thunderbirds had won. Then she recalled that he seemed confused when she asked him who won the game? What the hell was going on? She wondered. Had he even gone to the game? She was kidding last night about him cheating on her but now she wasn't so sure. However, no man who had climaxed in a woman earlier could have done what he did to her in their bed last night. Something was funny about the game last night.

Within a few minutes, the kids were seated at the kitchen table inhaling their breakfasts. Jake came in the kitchen and went straight for the coffee maker. She came up behind him and pressed against his back. Through the thin bathrobe he could feel her pointy nipples and pubic bone. He felt a stirring in his crotch.

"Jake honey, I heard on the radio that the Thunderbirds lost last night. I thought you said they won."

He turned around and said, "Yeah I forgot."

"Jake, something happened at the game last night. I don't know what but I hope you will tell me. Something did happen didn't it?" She asked seriously.

What could he tell her? "Emily I ran into that guy from work, you know him, Clyde Monroe. Anyway, he has floor seats and is treated like a king. I knew he didn't make anymore money than I make so I talked about it with him at halftime. What he told me was un-fucking believable."

"Jake, the kids," She warned trying to bring the language back to morning in the kitchen appropriate.

"Anyway, after what he told me I admit I don't have a clue what happened during the second half. I don't even remember driving home."

"Well, I think it is safe to say that whatever you learned from Clyde turned you on. Right?"

"That's fair to say."

"So tell me about it," She implored.

"Not now. I've got to run. You've got to change and get the kids to school. If you want we can talk about it tonight."

"If I want? What do you think? Is the pope a Catholic?"

Jake went to work. Emily changed and drove the kids to school but only after begging the minivan to start. It groaned and groaned before catching.

Jake was sitting on the bench in front of his locker when he heard behind him, "Hey buddy, some game, huh?"

"Hello, Clyde. Yeah, some game. I got my ass in a sling though because of the game. When I got home Emily asked me who won and, can you believe it, it couldn't remember but I told her we did."

"Oh shit. And, I guess by now she knows that we lost?"

"You got it. Anyway, she wondered how I couldn't remember who won so I told her that after we had our food and talk during halftime, I didn't remember anything."

"No shit. I didn't get the impression that you had much interest in what I told you last night," said Clyde as he took the coveralls from his locker.

"Oh I was interested all right. You just caught me by surprise. You confided in me, Clyde, and now I'll confide in you. We've both got to get to work but let's meet up for the morning break and find a quiet place where we can continue our conversation in private."

"See you at ten," were Clyde's parting words as he closed the gray door to his locker.

Emily took her job as a homemaker very seriously. She went through the newspaper and clipped coupons. She was aware of every special. She was able to stretch the food budget about as far as it could be stretched but it took time. She watched the water, electricity and gas bills like a professional manager. Their home may have been five degrees too hot in the summer and five degrees too cold in the winter but the savings were incredible. She would never turn on the sprinkling system to water the lawn until the sun had set. Because of her efforts, on Jake's salary they lived about as well as one could imagine.

The tract house that had been their home for five years was in a good section of town. She didn't live more than ten minutes from her folks, her sister or Jake's mom. She wished they could have a new car. Both of the cars they drove were old clunkers but new cars were just too expensive. Emily knew they would have to keep them going for another two years until their savings had accumulated.

Jake was the most important person in her life. She fell hopelessly in love with him the first time he saw him in high school. He had moved to town in their junior years. She had dated a few guys but she could do just fine without them. That is until Jake asked her to the movies. She loved to be near him though it seemed harder for her to breath when she was around him. He was cute but not the best looking guy in school although she was miss everything. The queen of this and the princess of that. She never took her looks too seriously though she had been told many times to leave Fargo and become a model. That wasn't for her what was for her was Jake.

Her girlfriends who had given their virginity to boyfriends told her that the first time wasn't so great and that she would probably be disappointed. How wrong they were. When Jake slipped his penis inside her the first time it hurt a little bit and then felt indescribably wonderful. She loved having him inside her. They married shortly after graduation and the sex just got better and better. She realized that what she liked the most in the whole world was fucking. Fucking her husband that is.

At ten, Clyde and Jake carried their coffee cups to a table under a white umbrella. It seemed as if each was waiting for the other to start talking as they sipped from their steaming cups.

"So you were interested?" asked Clyde.

"More than you can imagine. Look, Clyde, I don't know how to say this but for a couple of years now, all I've been able to think about is Emily with other guys. I thought I was a pervet until I discovered that many men feel the same way I do. Hell, if she didn't look like she does, if she wasn't as sexy as she is and if she wasn't they hottest piece of ass alive, maybe I would feel different."

"Wow man! That's not what you said last night."

"I know it isn't. I didn't want you to think I was an asshole . . ."

Before he could finish, Clyde cut in and said, "You an asshole? After what I told what does that make me?"

"Sorry. Look, I don't think I'm any different than most men, most people, we have our private thoughts that we hope won't ever be discovered. I'm sure most people can say that. My most secret thoughts have become an obsession. I didn't want you to know that," Jake said.

"So, let me ask you Jake. Does Emily know about your thoughts, your fantasies?"

"Oh yeah, she knows everything. I wasn't ever going to tell her what I was thinking but she knows me pretty well and about a year ago she got it all out of me. The shit hit the fan. She was really pissed. She thought I was tired of her and wanted different pussy. It took the longest time to convince her that wasn't it at all. She was way more than enough for me, for any man for that matter. After a while she came to accept my newly revealed thinking and played along with me. Now, every time we make love I talk about her with other guys."

"Jake, it seems to me like what I told you about last night would be perfect. Not a chance of losing her to some guy she falls in love with, just pure, raw sex. More than either of you can imagine."

"Clyde, I'm sure you're right, I just don't see anyway to make it happen. Emily is about the most scheduled person I know. There aren't very many minutes during the day that she doesn't have planned. Also, her folks, her sister and my mom live here. Hell, Clyde we're just a small town of less than 100,000. Even when you add in the Moorehead population it's less than 200,000."

"Don't you think we didn't think about that? Our situation isn't that much different than yours. We have kids and a ton of relatives here. Most everybody knows everybody. Hell, Jake, I know that. Look man, the apartment building is in a part of town most of the people I know, and for that matter you and Emily know, seldom visit. Also, the apartments that the players and the staff have are in the back. The am rents them all. Your wife can park right there and no one would ever know she was there."

"She's still very busy. I just don't see anyway this can work even if she were willing which I'm sure she won't be."

Clyde laughed and said, "Maybe Emily could get by on a little less sleep. When Liz goes to the apartment it is usually from oh, say, eleven until about two in the morning. Sometimes she drops by during the day but only for an hour or so. I'm sure, if you are both willing, we can make this happen. Are you willing, Jake?"

"Let's say that I am. I don't see what difference that makes. She won't do it. I'm sure about that." However, when he remembered what she said last night, "I'll think about it," he was less sure than he let on to Clyde.

"Look man. If you're interested let me have Liz give her a call. I know they're not best friends or anything but they know each other. Maybe another woman could help."

"Don't do anything until I talk with her. This morning we left it that I would tell her what you and I talked about after the kids go to bed.

That afternoon when it was time to get the kids from school, Emily Daniels inserted the key in the ignition of the five year old mini van and turned it. She wasn't surprised to hear just a groan as the starter tried to turn over but couldn't. "Shit," she said mad at herself because she knew this was coming. Swearing wasn't part of her life except recently and only when she and Jake were making love but this would make things difficult for her afternoon. It was her turn to pick up her own children and two of her neighbor's kids. Now, she would probably be late.

Emily, had just turned 34 and had been married nearly half of her life. Her oldest was a son named Derrick, he was almost 14. His sister, Jane, was eight and they attended different schools so she had two pickups a few miles apart.

She flipped open her cell phone and called the corner gas station to see if they could get her started. In Fargo, North Dakota, that's they way it's done. In ten minutes the car had been jumped. Pat, the mechanic/attendant, sort of a do everything guy, had warned her she needed a new battery and to drop by when she could. He was smiling and openly starring at her. She didn't really mind, it had been like that since she turned 16 years old. Men, nearly all men when they were in her presence, weren't very cleaver about concealing their considerable interest in her. Who could blame them? She was unusually beautiful. A perfect figure if you don't require enormous boobs. Her's were 34B which seemed proportional to her 5' 5" frame that carried 115 pounds on it. As perfect as her body was it was her breathtakingly beautiful face that made all men, and not just a few women, take a second look the first time they saw her. Today her dark blonde hair was in a pony tail just like she wore in High School.

Her day had been a busy one but that wasn't unusual. After she married Jake, they agreed that she should stay home and take care of the house and the children when they came. Jake had a job at the Air Force base, like many people in town and didn't make much money but enough for them to get by on if they were careful. Besides, they both reasoned, if they paid for all of the things she did such as cleaning the house, shopping for the family, cooking the meals, running the kids to school and other activities as well as paying all the bills, her value to the house would be as great or greater than Jake's.

As she ran her errands, she couldn't get the thought out of her mind of Jake not even knowing who won the basketball game last night and his ardor in the bedroom were, in some way, connected. She couldn't wait to hear his explanation.

Also, throughout the day she kept remembering the last words she quietly spoke to her husband before drifting off to sleep: "I'll think about it." The words were innocent enough taken out of context but in context the four words could have profound meaning. Was she serious? She asked herself. Maybe, just maybe, for the first time in the last year since Jake had brought up his crazy ideas, she was serious. However, they lived in Fargo. They knew everyone. She was as involved as a wife and mother could possibly be in the community. Therefore, it didn't really matter if she was serious or not because nothing like what Jake wanted to happen could happen in Fargo, could it?

That night after eating a dinner of a tuna noodle casserole, doing the dishes, making sure that the kid's homework assignments had been completed and watching a television program together it was time for the youngsters to turn in. Emily and Jake stayed in the family room and continued to watch television after Derrick and Jane went to bed.

"Honey," Emily said, "would you like me to pour us each a glass of wine?"

"What?" Jake asked not sure that he understood her because they never drank wine except on special occasions.

"I said, a glass of wine. Want one?" She didn't wait for his answer but padded barefoot to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of medium quality red wine, opened it and poured two water glasses almost full emptying the bottle.

"What's with the wine?"

"I don't know. I think we have a lot to talk about. I thought it might help us relax. We do have a lot to talk about don't we honey?" She asked seriously as she handed him the glass and settled next to him on the sofa with her legs tucked under her.

"Yeah, I guess, we have a lot to talk about. Where should we start?" "Don't ask me. You're the one who told me that something Clyde discussed with you last night about blew your mind. What did he tell you?"

Jake didn't say anything. He just sipped the red wine from his glass and recalled everything that Clyde had told him last night and what he had suggested about Emily. Jake wondered if he should tell her everything or should he just tell her bits and pieces of the conversation. Emily saw that Jake was thinking about how to answer her question and decided to give him time, so she wisely remained quiet and drank from her glass.

Finally, the waiting was over, Jake couldn't postpone telling the love of his life what he had learned at the CBA basketball game last night. He decided to tell her everything even though he was very concerned about her reaction. "Okay, here goes. Well I told you that Clyde and I met at halftime and sat at a table in a corner and talked. I asked him how in the world he could afford the best seats in the auditorium and attend every home game. Like you said, what I learned, did about blow my mind. Anyway, he told me that he and Liz had attended the first game of the season. They sat close to where I always sit up higher and across from the Thunderbird bench in the nose bleed section. During the game he thought that he saw, more than once, players on the bench point in their direction and then turn and say something to another player seated next to them. He didn't pay any attention to it and didn't say anything to Liz." Jake took another sip of wine.

Emily was paying close attention to everything her husband said and encouraged him to continue. "Go on. Tell me everything."

"Well it was after the game and just as they were about to leave the auditorium that a young, friendly trainer caught up with them and asked if he could talk with them for a minute. Both Liz and Clyde couldn't imagine what the young man wanted and thought that he must have mistaken them for another couple. But it wasn't a mistake. Anyway, he pulled them away from the exiting crowd and told them what was on his mind. He explained that the players weren't paid much money for a season. The team provided them with just a two person studio apartment. None of the players or the staff had their wives or girlfriends in town. Well you can imagine how confused both Liz an Clyde were. The trainer hadn't told them anything that most Thunderbird fans didn't already know."

"Yeah," said Emily, "even I know all of that and I've only been to two or three games with you."

"Well, Clyde went on to tell me, some of the players noticed Liz in the stands and thought she was attractive."

"He told them that?" asked Emily.

"Yeah and then a lot more. He said that the players get lonely. All of them were big deals in college and had all the pussy they could handle. I'll tell you just like he told me as best I can remember," said Jake.

"Please. Just tell me what he told you. You don't have to edit anything that he said. I want to know everything."

"The trainer just came right out with it. He told Liz and Clyde that they players wanted to get to know Liz very well for the rest of the season. It was sort of a perk for the players and something to keep them happy. He told Clyde that if they could work things out with his pretty wife he would be comped the best seats, parking and food and drinks for the entire season."

Emily didn't know how to react to what she had just been told. "So, Jake, let me get this straight. You're saying that one of the players saw Liz, liked her and wanted her to be his mistress?"

"No, that's not it at all. All of the players and the staff wanted to get to know her. Of course we know that means get to fuck her."

"How many players are there?"

"When the roster is full there are ten, with three on the coaching staff."

"That's just the most unbelievable thing I've ever heard. I don't know Liz well but I can't imagine her doing something like that. Maybe I'm assuming too much but I guess Clyde and Liz went along with the trainer's suggestion."

"They did. Clyde says it's the best thing that ever happened to them."

"That's just crazy. So Liz, who I thought was a nice woman, is really just a slut." said Emily as she took another sip from her glass.

"I think that's a little unfair Emily. Clyde told me that she had only had sex with two other guys before him and they didn't really count. He also told me that he wanted them to get involved in swinging or watching her with other guys but nothing had ever happened until Brad, that's the name of the trainer, proposed what he did to them."

"You men, you must all be crazy. How could a man like Clyde allow her to do something like that? Doesn't he know that's the end of their marriage? They have three kids if I remember correctly."

"Clyde told me that their marriage has never been stronger. He said that their relationship in every way, including sex, was never better."

"Well, I imagine that was music to your ears. Let's face it what you have been wanting me to do is what Liz is actually doing. I just can't believe it. Someone we know and right here in Fargo."

"Well, if you want to know everything there's more." Jake took another drink and wasn't sure how he would tell her the rest of the story.

"Tell me," she said eagerly.

"He said that the players had asked Liz if she had a friend. I guess no matter how great she is they have been with her for two months and she's probably a little predictable. Anyway he asked me, what about Emily?"

"What! Are you telling me that Clyde Monroe asked you if I would do what Liz is doing? I can't believe it." She said indignantly.

"Believe it. That's exactly what he suggested. Not only that but we met this morning at break and continued the conversation. He thinks that what this has done for Liz and him it would do for us. He asked me if I wanted Liz to give you a call."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him not to do anything until you and I talked like we're talking now."

"Well nobody, not Clyde, not Liz and not you can believe that I would do anything like that."

"That's exactly what I told Clyde. He said that all women have the same kind of thoughts that men do. They wonder what it would be like to be with different men, bigger men, especially big black men."

"Well, your pervert friend Clyde is wrong. Here's one woman who doesn't wonder what it would be like to be with anyone but her husband. I don't need a different man. I don't want a bigger man or a black man." As she said this she knew that it wasn't the total truth. Of course, she had fantasies about other men like all women do. However, thinking about something and doing something were two different things.

"Well Emily, that's the story about last night. Now you can understand why I couldn't remember anything about the second half."

"I do. And now, I also understand why you were so horny last night."

"I won't lie to you. What Clyde told me did turn me on. When you slipped into bed and I felt your warm skin touch mine I was a goner."

Strangely, Emily smiled at Jake. "Look honey I don't want to rain on your parade but I'm not Liz. I'm me." She said as she looked at him longingly trying to get him to understand.

"I'll say you're not Liz. You're ten times prettier than her. It's impossible that she can fuck like you can. Hell, honey, no woman can. During the second half of the game I thought about Liz and her fucking the guys on the team that I was watching play ball. I got hot. Then, somehow, I stopped thinking of her and thought of you with a big black man between your legs. I looked at every player, those on the court and those on the bench and imagined them with you. I looked at the coach, who by the way, is also black and imagined him fucking you. Hell, it's a wonder I was even able to drive home at all."

Emily was almost speechless but she had just one word to ask her forthright husband, "Really?"

"Really," answered Jake. "Maybe this is crazy baby but since I talked with Clyde at the game and during our break this morning it's about all I think about."

He wasn't sure but he thought he felt her move closer to him. Neither of them said anything. She put her glass on the coffee table and reached up to bring his face close to her upturned face until their lips touched. They could each taste the wine from the other. Jake thought Emily was breathing harder. He reached down to touch her leg. The skirt had risen to mid thigh the way she was sitting on the sofa. The second his fingers came in contact with her bare skin, her legs parted slightly in invitation. The kiss got hotter. His hand alternated between her thigh and her left boob. Even through the bra he could feel the swollen nipple that he imagined was just aching to be touched.

Emily didn't know what to think. She couldn't ever remember being hotter than she was right now. It wasn't the wine. It was the words from her husband that seduced her. It was knowing that a woman she knew right here in Fargo was being fucked on a regular basis by a dozen different black men. But, most of all, it was knowing that Liz, Clyde and her own husband wanted her to do the same thing Liz was doing. As she kissed her husband she was frantic and almost gasping for air.

"Oh Jake baby, baby fuck me. I'm so empty I need to be filled up."

"Let's go to the bedroom."

"No! Fuck me here. Fuck me now."

"What about the kids?"

"They're asleep. Stop talking and start fucking."

In no time they were both naked. Jake thought her pussy was wet last night, the wettest it had every felt to him, but tonight it was much wetter. She came when his finger just touched her outer lips and had to muffle a cry by biting her lower lip. When his cock slipped in she started coming and didn't stop until he shot into her a few minutes later.

In the afterglow they cuddled. Jake had said a word during their loving making. Hell, it wasn't love making it was plain old fucking. "Honey, you're just incredible. The very best."

"You have to say that, I'm your wife."

"You're my wife all right but I don't have to say that. You are simply the hottest, most beautiful woman in the world and without a doubt the best fuck. Don't get pissed at what I'm about to say my darling but I think all of the talk about Liz, you and the team really got to you."

Emily used the device that had worked so well for her during their marriage when a very serious question, even tough just implied, was asked; she just made light of it. "Oh you do do you?"

This time it didn't work. "Yes baby I do. I think you thought about fucking all those black guys."

"Jake I've told you a thousand times, you're all I need, all I want."

"I know you've said that. But now I think we have a lot to think about and we don't need to do it tonight. We don't need to decide anything right now. But, we can't pretend what just happened didn't happen or ignore why it happened."

"Let's go to bed honey," she said.

It didn't take many minutes to straighten up the scene of the crime and head to their room. That night in two different beds in the small town four people thought about the same subject in different ways.

Clyde Monroe thought about his friend Jake and especially his friend's drop dead gorgeous wife, Emily. Fuck, he thought, I hope she comes on board and I get to watch her fuck at one of the team parties. I can just imagine her on her back with her toes pointed to the ceiling while guy after guy pounded into her just like they did Liz.

Liz Monroe, lying next to her husband that she thought must be sleeping was also thinking of Emily. I don't know her very well, thought Liz, but some people believe that she thinks she's better than anyone else because she's so beautiful. Now that Emily knows what I've been doing, I wonder if she's looking down her nose at me? Well, Emily Daniels, I'm going to do everything I can to get you to spread your legs for the team just like me.

Jake Daniels was thinking about everything that had happened in just twenty four hours. Now, he thought that his beautiful wife just might consider what Clyde had suggested. If she did how would he react? Would he be jealous? He thought that he might be. However, he knew that the jealousy would be eclipsed by the incredible excitement he would feel when she left to be with some of the team. Also, he wondered and would have to ask Clyde, was there ever a chance to watch? If there was could he actually survive his wife kissing, sucking and fucking others right before his eyes? He thought that he could. Now, how to make it happen?

Emily Daniels was on fire. She didn't want to move and wake Jake but she was seething. Jake had done his very best to put out the fire that was raging through her unsatisfied body but, she had to admit, it wasn't enough. Tonight certainly wasn't the first time that she could have used another round or two but it was different. For the first time in her life she was beginning to think that there just might be a way to put out the fire. It was unbelievable to her that her husband would allow her, no not allow, that he was enthusiastically encouraging her to fuck a bunch of black basketball players. Could she do it? Would she do it? How would it be arranged? What were the chances of her kids, her parents, her sister, Jake's mom, people at the PTA, church, neighbors ever finding out about it if she did? It seemed like there was enormous risk to her marriage and reputation. But, had some line already been crossed? Were events in play that would make all of this happen? What would it be like to be with a different man? What would it be like to welcome a cock that was bigger than the only one that had entered her? What would it be like to fuck more than one man? Lastly, what would it be like to fuck a black man? As this last thought spun around her brain she came as quietly as possible so as not to wake Jake. She could feel the moisture on the inside of her thigh and running down the crack of her ass.

Chapter three

Emily was almost shy at breakfast when Jake came into the kitchen morning. She didn't look him in the eye as she always did.

"What's with you this morning, beautiful?"

"Nothing, I'm just getting ready for the day."

"Well," Jake asked, "What about last night?"

She cleared her throat and said, "What do you mean, honey?"

"Oh come on Emily. What happened, happened. What was said was said. What we both felt we felt. Don't pretend it was just a dream."

She spoke so softly he could barely hear her. "It wasn't a dream it was real. I'm afraid, Jake. It seems as if things are spinning out of control. Like it doesn't really matter how I feel about things."

"Oh, baby, you're so wrong. All that matters is how you feel about things. I just see an opportunity that has fallen in our laps. All that I want is for you to be taken to sexual heights that you have never been able to imagine. To do that I need help and I think, if you're honest with yourself, you'll agree."

"I'm so confused I don't know what to think."

Jake decided to change the subject, well sort of change the subject when he said, "Baby the team from Oklahoma is in town. Shall I see if I can get tickets for tonight?"

Emily knew that this was more than about going to a basketball game. How she answered might change their lives forever. She could say that she didn't want to go to the game and that would be the end of it, at least for the moment. Or, she could tell him to see if he could get tickets to the game which they both knew meant more than get tickets to the game.

Jake waited patiently. As he watched her, it was obvious she was agonizing over something that seemed to be so innocent but both knew was not. She chewed on her bottom lip. She took a sip of coffee. She twirled a lock of hair like she did when she was nervous or anxious. It seemed like minutes had passed since he asked her about the game but it was less than that when she said, "Okay, see if you can get tickets." She said quietly. And then in a voice tinged with a hint of fear she asked. "If you can, I imagine they'll be in the general admission area across from the Thunderbird bench, right?"

Wow! It seemed to Jake as if being a spectator at a minor league professional basketball game tonight was really like an audition. "Right," he said

Nothing else was said. Jake left for work with a heart rate that was higher than normal, sweaty palms and a nagging question for himself. Would he regret what he was trying to make happen? Hell, would it even happen? Then, when he realized that ten black ball players, their black coach and his assistants and a young trainer would have a perfect view of his beautiful wife he knew what would happen.

Emily took the kids to school. When she got home she called the Petersens next door and asked Alice if Derrick and Jane could spend the evening at their house until she and Jake returned from the game. Then she started thinking about what to wear to a basketball game. Not just any basketball game but probably the most important one she would ever see.

During the morning break Clyde asked, "So tell me man, did you talk with Emily?"

"Oh yeah, we talked all right. And, guess what, we're going to the game tonight."

"No shit man. Does that mean what I think it means?"

"Clyde, I'm not really sure what it means. I'll know a lot more when I see how Emily is dressed for the game."

During the day Jake made arrangements for the tickets which were about in the same place as he always sat and very near where Clyde and Liz sat during the first game of the season. He found that he couldn't eat lunch, his stomach was too upset.

He was surprised when his cell phone rang that afternoon. He was sure that it must be Emily because no one else called him at work. However, when he saw a local number that he didn't recognize he knew that it wasn't Emily. "Hello."

"Hey Jake, it's Liz Monroe. Is this a bad time?"

"No I've got a couple of minutes."

"That's good. Listen Jake, Clyde told me that he had talked to you. I was pissed at him when he first told me then, after I thought about it, I was okay with it." She paused, then continued, "I didn't want you or Emily to think I'm some big slut."

"Liz, like I told Clyde, it's none of our business. What you guys do is your business."

"Thanks for saying that. Clyde also told me that he suggested that Emily might enjoy doing what I've been doing for the last month."

"Yeah, he did suggest that. I told him that there wasn't much of a chance that she would."

"That's why I called you Jake. This is as much about you as it is her. How would you feel if she did?"

"That's a great question Liz. I told Clyde at work yesterday that I've fantasized about her doing something like that for a couple of years. I thought world war III was going to break out the first time I shared my deepest thoughts with her."

"I can imagine. Jake, I've learned that you're not so different from lots of married men. Clyde was the same as you. I didn't think anything would ever come of it and nothing would have had we not gone the season opener. What I wanted to tell you Jake is that the guys are all terrific. They're gentlemen and know how to treat a lady." She laughed and said, "maybe I shouldn't say lady, maybe I should say woman. Anyway, if there's anything I can do to help let me know. I mean if you want me to call Emily, I will."

"Maybe that would be a good idea. I'll admit that thinking about her doing it really turns me on. Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"That's okay. That's what we're talking about, lots of people getting turned on. I get turned on, Clyde gets turned on, the players and the staff, they all get turned on too. I was thinking that Emily might also like to get turned on."

Jake couldn't believe it. Here he was talking on the phone with his friend's pretty wife about fucking a basketball team. "Thanks Liz. Anyway, hold off on calling Emily until at least tomorrow. We're going to the game tonight. I don't have any idea what will happen."

"Okay, I'll wait. I am going to tell Clyde that he should let the coach know that you're coming. I would be very surprised if someone doesn't approach you after the game. Gook luck, Jake. Call me tomorrow unless you work everything out tonight."

"Oh, I don't think there's much chance of that," said Jake.

Liz gave a sexy laugh and said, "I wouldn't be so sure about that if I was you. Bye."

Emily was also busy during the day. However what she was doing didn't have anything to do with the household. It was all very personal. She went shopping. She had her nails manicured and pedicured.

She started getting ready for the game earlier than she could remember ever getting ready for anything including the prom and her wedding. She soaked in the tub until the water started to get cold and then filled it up with hot water again. She ran the razor over each gorgeous leg very carefully and then, for the first time in her life, she let the blade remove the fine hair that covered the lips of her pussy. She went over the area several times to make sure that there wasn't a trace of stubble. She trimmed around the fine sparse hair above her cleft and left just a small fleecy triangle that was so light you had to look carefully to see any pubic hair at all.

Jake got home from work a little later than usual. It was almost 6:00. Game time was at 7:35. Th