You would think that the longer you live with someone the better you would understand them. Well, it might be true for others, but it certain wasn't true for me.

Janice and had been married for eleven years and they had been pretty good years. We were in tune with each other and a lot of the things we did we did without discussion because we knew each other well enough to know what the other would be up for. Janice and I married late in life — later than others in our age group anyway — and so we had a chance to see how the marriages of our contemporaries were going. The one thing that they all seemed to have in common is that they had gotten used to each other and were taking each other for granted. Janice and I learned through casual talk with friends that in a lot of the marriages the problem was sexual. They had gone from daily on their honeymoons to twice a week, if that, after a few years. Janice and I promised each other that we would not let that happen to us.

Janice and I had a pretty good sex life and we'd had it from our fifth date. Neither one of us was a virgin when we met and by unspoken agreement we never talked about previous partners, only about what we had done and what we liked and disliked. There were things that one or the other of us had not done and we tried them and some we liked and some we didn't, but the bottom line was that we had an active and very enjoyable sex life.

About five years into our marriage we felt the need to spice things up a bit and after talking about it we decided to play what we called The Fantasy Game. The way it worked was we did it at two-month intervals and Janice and I alternated. On the first Monday of the two-month block Janice would tell me a fantasy and for the next two months we would incorporate that fantasy into our lovemaking. At the end of the two-month period it would be my turn to tell Janice a fantasy. We didn't act it out every time we made love, but it ran as a kind of theme to be used and worked with.

The fantasy could be anything as long as pain wasn't involved. Light bondage, water sports, role playing at being a streetwalker and a pimp are just some of the things that we did.

Some fantasies were better than others and they tended to be repeated from time to time. The ones that repeated the most for Janice were black lovers and gangbangs and she usually combined them. When it was Janice's month to chose and she chose the "Black" scenario a night might go something like this: I would come home from work and fins Janice waiting for me and looking as slutty as possible with low-cut blouse, short skirt and her highest heels.

"I want to go out tonight."

"Where do you want to go?"

"I don't care. Some seedy bar somewhere; just get me out of the house."

I'd drive to one of the many bars in our city and drop her off in front and then I would take off and kill half an hour driving around, getting gas or something like that and then I would head on back to the bar. I'd go inside and have a seat at the bar, look around until I saw where Janice was sitting and then I would sit back and wait. Man after man would approach her and ask if they could join her, but she always said no. She did say yes to anyone who asked her to dance. Janice was dressed to look like a slut and she acted like one when a guy got her on the dance floor. She never complained or fought off a guy who played with her ass, grabbed her tits or ran a hand down inside her skirt and panties trying to get his fingers to her pussy. If a guy shoved a hard cock into her leg or tummy she pushed back. If she felt like she could control the situation she might even drop a hand and rub a guys cock through his pants. Several times I've seen her on the dance floor sandwiched between two guys with one guy grinding his cock against her ass from the back while the guy in front would grind his cock into her leg and french kiss her. It was 'dirty dancing' at its finest, but Janice never, ever let anyone sit down at her table. I'd sit at the bar sipping a beer and watch until I felt the time was right and then I would get up, walk over to her table and sit down.

"I don't believe I invited you to join me."

"Yes you did sweetmeat. You didn't use words to do it; you did it by your actions."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you've been waiting for me baby. You go out on that dance floor and dry fuck all them white boys, do everything but go to your knees and suck their puny white dicks, but you never let them sit down and join you. That means you are waiting for some one — some one special — and here I am."

"I'm sorry, but you aren't my type."

"What you really mean by that is that I'm black. What are you, a racist?"

"No, I mean that you are just not what I am looking for."

"Of course I am sweetmeat. You said I wasn't your type, but I am. Your type is someone with a big cock and a magic tongue and who knows how to use them and that is me."

"What you are is arrogant and I don't like that in a man."

"Bullshit white girl, I've been watching you and I've seen what you need. You need someone to take charge and that is just what I'm going to do."

Then I would stand up, grab her arm and pull her up out of her chair, "Come on sweetmeat, I'm going to show you what you need" and pulling her along behind me I'd head on out to the parking lot. The dialog wasn't always the same, but the outcome always was. I'd pull Janice along and she would be trying to pull away from me and telling me to let her go. I'd open the door on the drivers side and push her into the car and then I would follow her in. While I was unbuttoning my fly and taking out my cock she would be calling me an asshole and other names and telling me to let her out of the car.

"Why is it you white bitches use your mouth for everything but what it was intended for. Here, put your mouth to work on this black dick" and I would grab her head and force it down on my cock and then hold it there while I said, "Suck it white girl, suck it good and maybe, just maybe, I might fuck you with it. Then, holding her head in my lap I would start the car and point it for home.

Janice would usually get me off on the way home, but I would still hold her head in my lap and tell her to keep sucking and get me hard again. When we got home I'd pull her out of the car and lead her into the house while she would try and pull loose.

"You can't do this. Damn you, let go of me."

"I'll let loose of you white girl, just as soon as I'm done stuffing you with black cock."

"My husband will miss me and he'll call the cops and they'll come looking for me."

"If your husband was worth a shit you wouldn't have been in that bar behaving like a slut."

By that time I'd have her in the house and I'd pick her up and carry her into the bedroom and toss her on the bed. Then I would hold her down while I ripped off her panties.

"You can't do this to me. You are too big; you'll hurt me. Come on, please stop, don't do this to me. I'm a married woman and I've never cheated on my husband."

"You will still be a married woman when I'm done with you, but you probably won't ever be satisfied with your husband and his little white cock when I'm through with you."

Without foreplay I'd mount her (she would be wet, God but would she ever be wet) and she would beat on my chest with her little fists and holler at me to stop. I'd stroke into her and in less than a minute she would have her first orgasm and then she would be begging me to fuck her and to never stop. Depending on the strength of her orgasm she would drift in and out of the role-playing and sometimes she would be talking to me and other times she would be talking to her black lover.

"You like this big, black cock all of a sudden?"

"Oh yes lover, I love your huge piece of meat."

"Better than your wimp husband's?"

"Oh God yes, better, much better. You fill me up like I've never been filled up before."

"You want more of it?"

"Oh God yes, I don't ever want to let it go. Keep it in me. Fuck me, fuck me hard."

"Okay white girl, her I cum."

When my cock got soft I'd say, "Okay slut, you said you wanted more so get down there and get me hard. Janice would give me another blow job, get me hard and then would fuck her again with a lot more of the "big, black cock" talk. After the second cum in her pussy I'd say that I'd better get her back to the bar so she could get home to her hubby.

"Fuck that little dicked asshole. I want more of your big, black sausage."

Another blow job and off we would go again.

"You really want more black dick?"

"Yes lover, I want more black cock and a lot of it."

"Fine. I'll bring some big dicked friends of mine with me the next time I see you. You up for that?"

"God yes lover. I'm your white whore from now on as long as I can have that black fuck stick."

We would end up exhausted and fall asleep in each other's arms.

The second part of the fantasy would take place a day or two later after I had recovered some of my strength. I'd call home from the office and when Janice answered I'd say something like, "And just how is my little white black cock loving slut today?"

"Missing that black fuck stick baby."

"I'm on my way over with some friends to have some fun."

"You can't come over lover, my husband is home."

"Get rid of him. Send him out for a loaf of bread or something. I'm on the way and if he is still there when I get there he is going to get to watch me and my friends fuck you and find out just how big a whore for black cock you can be."

When I'd get home I would say, "Is the wimp here?"

"I told him he needed to leave for a couple of hours and when he didn't want to leave I told him that if he ever wanted a taste of my pussy again he'd better leave and stay gone for at least three hours. I told him that if there were still cars in the drive when he got home to stay out until they were all gone. Who are you're your friends?"