In a World of Black and White Ch. 02

*Author's note: If you haven't read the original story, please do so before reading the sequel.

I often get requests to write additional chapters and rarely ever do so. However, I got so many on this story I decided to give in and write a follow-on story. You guys win, okay?

*********

He didn't sleep well all night and found himself wide awake at 4am and out of bed by 4:30. By 5:30, he'd logged eight miles at break-neck speed and finally felt his head beginning to clear.

Embler thought back on the events of the previous night and managed a smile as he struggled to get his breathing back under control. Even so, the only thing he could think of was what effect having done this might have on his beautiful wife, Alicia. She'd told him she loved it immediately after, but he couldn't help but wonder if this might somehow change things between them. What if Alicia were to feel guilty or...'dirty' or God forbid...worse...after having time to reflect on what she'd done?

He was certain she'd never fall in love with anyone else, not even Trey Powers. But what if this started some kind of downhill slide in their relationship? What if created distance between them rather than bringing them closer together? What if it...what if it somehow ended up destroying their marriage? It was too late to 'unring the bell.' If this was going to have a negative effect on their lives, Pandora's box had been opened and it would be impossible to close it. She'd not only had sex with him, Embler's best friend's cum was still warm inside his wife's body and no 'power' on earth...Embler laughed at the play on words...could undo that.

As strong as his worries were, he was also still immensely turned on by the sight of his wife so enthralled in lovemaking with another man. That he happened to black and the proud owner of an absolutely enormous cock was just an added bonus. Or was it?

Embler realized this could go either way and it was still too early to tell. For all the bad things it might bring, wasn't it also possible this might turn out to be a good thing or even the best thing they'd ever done? What if it opened up a whole new world to them in terms of their own lovemaking? What if...what if Alicia really had enjoyed it as much as she'd said and what if...what if she wanted to do this again? What if it became a regular part of their lives? Was that something he really wanted or could even live with?

After a run like that, there wasn't enough blood left to fill Embler's own respectably large cock, but were there any to spare, he'd be sporting mornin' wood like never before. Just thinking about it the positive side of 'the event' was enough to get him harder than a rock.

The more immediate question became how to approach his wife about it. He didn't think it would be wise to blurt out something about how fucking hot it was to see her get fucked by a black man. That wasn't their style. They were both well-educated professionals and although they didn't consider themselves better than anyone else, they weren't the kind of people who talked like that. That's how many of the Marines he led talked and while that worked for them, it didn't work at all for him. Neither way was 'better', they were just...different. Then again, he and his wife had essentially just done what one of his Marines and his wife had done during their last deployment to Afghanistan. So were they really all that different?

"Fuck," he said out loud to no one. "This run was supposed to clear my head not cloud it even more." He finished stretching before quietly slipping back into the house and into the shower. He was glad to see Alicia was still sleeping as he tiptoed passed the bed into the bathroom.

Half and hour later he was drinking a first cup of coffee when he heard her rustling around in the bedroom. For the first time since he'd met her, he was nervous about seeing her. He sat their willing his pulse to slow down as he methodically breathed in and out waiting for her to make her way into the kitchen. He knew her well enough to spot even the slightest change in her attitude or demeanor and at this point, all he could do at this point was wait.

"Hey," she said as she drifted passed him on her way to the coffee pot. She ran her hand over his shoulder the same way she often did before pouring herself a cup then sat next to him and put her head on his shoulder. "I love you," she told him the same way she did nearly every morning.

He put her arm around him and said, "I love you, too."

They sat there in silence sipping their coffee until Brad finally asked, "Are you okay?"

"Uh-huh. I'm fine," she told him. She looked over at him and asked, "You?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

She smiled and took another sip and neither of them spoke until their cups were empty. "What would you like for breakfast, honey?" she asked as she rinsed out her cup.

After the run he was starving and said, "Pancakes?"

"Coming right up," she replied.

Embler poured himself another cup and when he couldn't stand it anymore asked Alicia, "Do you want to talk about it?"

She was pouring batter when he asked and without looking over said, "About last night?"

"Yeah. I thought we might want to talk about it."

"Oh, okay. That's fine," she said as the griddle sizzled.

Embler could see that 'talking' was going to mean him asking questions and that only served to heighten his growing sense of paranoia. He set his cup down and stood behind Alicia and rubbed her shoulders. "That feels really good," she said as she flipped the first two cakes over.

"Did you enjoy it? I mean, I know you said you did right after, but I was wondering if you really meant it."

"Um...yeah. It was nice," she said in a non-commital kind of way.

"Just...nice?"

She put the first two cakes on his plate and said, "It was different and that was kind of fun, I guess. Why?"

"Just making sure you're okay. That's all."

"I'm fine. Are you okay?" she asked as she poured two more.

"Definitely. I mean, it was my idea, right. So...why wouldn't I be?" he asked without accusation.

"I dunno. Maybe you're having second thoughts or something. Are you?"

"No, not at all, honey. It was...it was really hot watching you and I guess I just wanna make sure you weren't having second thoughts."

"Me? Uh-uh. Like I said, it was nice having you right there next to me being so involved and supportive."

Embler felt himself growing and pressed up against her. "So...did you mean it last night when you said we could do that again some time?" he asked nuzzling her neck. There was no sexy apron this time, no racy talk. Just Alicia in her robe making pancakes.

"Breakfast is served," she said ignoring his question. She turned around, smiled at him briefly, then pecked him on the lips.

"That's it? Your pancakes are ready?" he said as he stood their holding his plate.

"Oh, there's butter and syrup on the table. I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Jesus. What the hell just happened?" he said to himself as he buttered his pancakes.

He didn't mention 'it' again the rest of the day and decided he'd wait for her to say something about rather than keep trying to draw information out of her. She not only didn't say a word about it the rest of the day herself, an entire week went by without a single reference to it.

They made love twice during that time which was maybe a little below their norm, but frequency wasn't the problem. Something felt...different. It wasn't quite the same as it used to be. Embler really, really wanted to be able to use what had happened as an integral part of their lovemaking, but his paranoia had grown to the point where he felt like it was a land mine waiting to go off if he so much as mentioned it.

He thought it would be hot as hell to be able to relive it by talking her through it as he kissed and caressed her body before sliding deep inside her. What he really wanted was for her to role play back and tell him how much she loved it; how much she wanted it; how much she couldn't wait to do it again. If she didn't feel that way too, then it was selfish on his part and he got that. But this had been the most exciting thing they'd ever done or that he'd ever seen for that matter so wanting to kind of relive it was something over which he had no control.

That not only hadn't happened, the great sex they used to have had become—okay sex. There'd been some kissing, a little petting, and then she said she wanted him inside her. She came both times but not the two or three times she'd almost always done before 'the event'. That—and the silence—was killing him.

When another week went by without a single mention of it, Embler was beside himself. He decided he'd surprise her by cooking for them so they could have a romantic candlelight dinner. Hopefully, this would set the stage for bringing it up and with any luck, maybe some positive feedback from his hot, sexy wife.

Alicia was thrilled at not having to cook and thanked him for going to all the trouble. She engaged him in pleasant conversation while they ate and Embler began feeling hopeful. When they finished eating, Brad poured each of them another glass of merlot and asked her to join him on the couch.

They sat in silence again for quite some time just sipping their wine until Embler finally said, "Honey? Why aren't we talking about it? Why the silent treatment and all the avoidance? You said you had fun so why can't we at least discuss this?"

"Oh, I should have known. That's what the candlelight dinner was all about. You're trying to get intel from me, huh?" She wasn't being mean, she was just stating a fact and it was true. Embler was trying to extract information. He couldn't understand how something so significant could be anything but a big deal. He understood of course, the big deal could be a very bad big deal were she having second thoughts and/or regrets about having done it, but that didn't make any less of a big deal.

"Okay. You got me. I am fishing here. But this was, well...a really big deal, honey. It seems like we should at least talk about it."

She pulled a leg up on the couch and turned toward him and said, "Brad? It was just one night in our lives. It was something new and something different. But that's not our marriage—that's you and me. It's...us. Yes, I had fun, but I don't want that to be something that takes the place of everything else we share. Okay?"

"Um...not really." He turned toward her and said, "Things are different now. We still make love but instead of being more intense, it's well...something's missing. Something's changed. And that concerns me for several reasons with the biggest being that what happened changed the way you look at me or maybe even the way you feel about me." She looked over at him and he reached out to brush her hair back and asked, "Has it?"

While it was happening, Alicia had to admit—to herself at least—she'd not only enjoyed it, she'd absolutely loved it. In fact, she'd gotten so caught up in it, she forgot anything else existed outside of the bedroom. Her husband was also so deeply involved in 'the event' it emboldened her to let down all of the defenses she'd built up over a lifetime of middle-class values and upbringing. Values that taught her married women don't. Period. And although being with a black man was no longer forbidden, it was just understood that 'good' white girls—didn't. Period. But Trey...Trey was to-die-for gorgeous! Brad was just as good looking but Trey was well...forbidden. He was...black...and so...beautiful. He was not only incredibly big but extremely talented. His huge, thick, black cock had stretched and filled her pussy unlike anything she'd ever experienced, but it was so much more than that. While she was being fucked like never before, the image of his gorgeous face filled her mind and it was indelibly burned into her brain and getting it out proved to be an unbelievably difficult challenge. And right beside her was her loving husband, cheering her on, telling her he loved it; telling her it was SO hot as she took another's man cock right in front of him with his blessing.

Looking back, Alicia couldn't help but wonder if that's what it was like to be high on heroin or meth or some other illicit substance for the first time. She'd gone from initially resisting the idea when Brad mentioned to it reluctantly agreeing to try it—one time—just to make him happy. As it turned out, this experience took her to a whole other world—a fantasy world where all that mattered was pleasure and hard bodies and an insatiable desire for more of her new drug. Wasn't that exactly what most people who tried heroin or cocaine the first time felt like the next day? She didn't know the answer to her own question but strongly suspected it might well be true.

But she and her husband didn't live in a fantasy world. They lived in a very real world with real families, real friends, and real jobs. Yes, their good friends the Isaacs had done something similar, but that changed nothing where Brad and Alicia were concerned. Alicia already realized this wasn't something she could afford to allow to get out of control so she'd started tamping it down the very next day before the fire could spread. In fact, she'd not only tamped it down, she'd stuffed it as deeply inside her mind as she could, yet her husband was relentlessly after her to give it oxygen. Alicia knew all too well that if she did, it could kindle a fire she'd be unable to put out. She could then easily lose the life she loved; the life she'd so carefully and intentional chosen along with man she'd intentionally and carefully picked to share it with. She loved her life in the real world and she loved her husband, and she wasn't going to throw it all away in pursuit of some new, ever-changing high no matter how um...high...the high might be.

She felt herself grow wet as she thought about just how high it had been before shaking it off and saying, "Brad? Honey? Why can't you just keep this one experience in your mind and enjoy it? Why do we have to talk about it and keep dredging it up? Isn't enough that I agreed to try it? I told you it was nice. I even admitted I had fun. But life isn't about fun. You of all people should know that's true. After all, you're the one who taught me my favorite quote."

Embler sighed as he repeated it out loud, "I slept and dreamed that life is beauty but awoke to find that life is duty."

"Exactly! What we did was fun. It was the 'beauty' part. But everything else is our real life and that's the duty part. Right?" Alicia not only wanted but needed him to agree. She needed him to get off this topic and stay off it so she could tamp it back down and stuff the hell out of it before it consumed her.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Life is duty. But...but would it be so bad if we occasionally used it—just a little—when we fooled around? Wouldn't that maybe spice things up and get us back to where we were?"

Alicia's heart was pounding and the flow of blood crashing through her head was drowning out her rational mind. She wanted to say, "NO! NEVER!" but heard herself saying, "I guess that would be okay as long as it wasn't all the time. Can you promise me it won't be more than just now and then?"

Embler knew he didn't mean it and his lack of integrity made him sick as his entire life as a Marine Corps officer was based on honor and integrity, but this was an issue over which he felt he had little or no control. He knew he'd want to use it EVERY time they made love and possibly even do it again knowing that if they did he'd only want even more. This was becoming a vicious circle of thought inside his head and the conflict was driving him crazy. Instead of being completely honest he perjured himself and said, "You have my word."

"Well, okay then. We can talk about it or maybe role play—a LITTLE during sex every once in a while. But it can't be any more than that ever again. Promise?"

"Yes. I promise," he lied.

That night, Alicia wore his favorite thing to bed, something she hadn't worn in many weeks. In addition to white stockings and white sandals with ankle straps and 4-inch heels, she wore a little white ballerina sweater with long sleeves that covered only her arms and maybe four inches of her back while also pushing against her boobs. It made her tiny arms look even sexier and the contrast of the white with her hair made her look even more delicious to him than she already was.

Brad told her how beautiful and sexy she looked but didn't mention role playing. He waited until they'd done a lot of deep kissing before softly fingering her clit for a while. He knew she would be more open to the idea once he took her into what she'd often told him was her 'other world' where she got lost in lust and he was absolutely right.

As he slowly circled her soft, little mound he heard her sigh softly then kissed her. "I want you to imagine I'm laying right beside you holding your hand." He heard her gasp softly then whispered, "I'm whispering in your ear how beautiful you looked kissing him. The contrast of your white skin against his...so black and so beautiful—is unbelievably sexy to me." Alicia cried out as he pressed against her clit and continued circling it. "I tell you I can't wait to see his big, beautiful, black cock disappear inside your pink pussy."

"Oh, God!" Alicia cried out softly when Brad emphasized black referring to the other man's cock.

"Then I tell you how happy I am you're doing this for me, and how much I love watching you because I can't see the way you look when I'm making love to you. This allows me to see your beautiful face and gorgeous body from every angle while you're in your other world. You're so into it, baby. Your face and your body tell me you want it so badly."

"Oh, fffuck!" she moaned. Alicia had no way of stopping the words from coming out of her mouth. Her defenses had been shattered and she didn't care as she heard herself joining in by saying, "And I tell you how glad I am you finally asked me to do this again. I've been wanting it as much as you, but I'm afraid to bring up; afraid I'll lose control. You kiss me and I tell you I can't wait to take his beautiful, thick, black cock inside my white pussy."

"I ask you to beg him to fuck you. I need to hear you say, 'Please, please fuck me! I want you inside me so bad. I'll die if I can't have you!'"

She reached for her husband's own thick cock and stroked as she played along. "He's between my legs eating me out and I reach for him. When he looks up I say, 'Please come up her and fuck me. Please! I need your black cock inside me so bad I can't stand it. Please? Please fuck me!"

Embler got on top of her and waited for her to reach for him. Her eyes were closed, something that almost never happened when they made love and he knew why. She was picturing—him—on top of her. She could 'feel' his hard, muscular, black body on top of her as Embler said, "But you can't have it unless you say the magic word. You fight it. You don't want to say it. But you can't not say it because you know that unless you do, you can't have what you want—what you need more than anything else on earth."

"Oh...God!" Alicia whimpered remembering the way she felt when Trey made her say it. It was perhaps the only word in the English language she'd never said. Not even once—until Trey demanded it of her. "No! Not that word. I'll say anything else. Anything! Please don't make me say it. Please!"

"Then you can't have it. You can't have what your body's craving. It's so close. His huge cock is at the door touching the lips of your wet pussy, but he won't enter you unless you say it. It's your choice honey. Say that one word and he slides inside of you. Don't and you go without."

"No! That's so cruel! It's the worst word in human speech. I can't say it. Good girls never use that word. So please—please give me your big—black—cock. I'm begging you! Fuck me with your black dick. Please?"