White Wife

*** 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 last evening 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 breathe 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 concrete table under a gray 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 last night,” 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 team 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 18 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. He really did want her to make love to other men. He had essentially given her a license to break their marriage vows. He argued that if she were to screw around with his permission then the vows that they had made to one another wouldn’t even be broken.

Nevertheless, they lived in Fargo. They knew everyone. Get real Emily, she told herself. 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 from him 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 and 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 in amazement.

“Yeah, and then he told them 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 for the season?”

“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 and looked confused.

“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 for years he had 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. Human beings were supposed to have self control.

“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 almost demurely.

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? Then it came to him. He thought there just might be a way to make things happen much faster than he had thought until then.

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.