Broken Fantasy : Part 3

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Broken Fantasy (M/F, Intr, Cuck, Voyeur, Anal, Blkml, Preg)

Broken Fantasy
by Bob Fuzzy

Chapter 3

The next day at work Dante got me aside so no one else could hear
and said, "I was watching a video this weekend and I was surprised
there was someone I recognized in the movie. This one shot had a
window in the background and I saw a pair of eyes looking in. At
first I thought it was just a reflection until I recognized your
face. You did not tell me you wanted to be in the movies." He
laughed and started to walk away.

I jumped on Dante and started to try and throw him down but he was
too big for me. He threw me to the ground and said, "You best be
careful or I'll tell someone about your secret." I started to get
up and Dante turned to face me. But our co-workers grabbed us and
held us apart."

I was called into the manager's office and reassigned to another
Department immediately and had some other disciplinary actions. I
told Teri I had requested a transfer to the other office. She
never knew I went after Dante.

In my new office I met a guy named Bob who had a family picture on
his desk. This picture was like any other picture except their
little 3 year old boy was black. I figured they must have adopted.

I told the guy it was a nice portrait. He asked me where I had
come from and when I told him he said, "I had your old position
in that Department once." No more was said but we gave each other
a kind of knowing look of a shared experience. Bob was assigned to
show me the ropes. In a few weeks we had become friendly as we
worked together on some projects.

It was almost six weeks after Dante had been with Teri that we found
out she was pregnant. I knew it had to be Dante's baby. Teri had
started getting nauseous every day about a month before and her
period never came. I never let on that I knew happened.

Dante had left us alone. Teri had said nothing and I knew where
she was all the time. She had gone to her mother's three weekends
after it happened. I figured she needed time to sort this all out.
Dante had apparently decided to move on to his next conquest.

I had setup little spy camera's around the house and regularly
spied on my wife now. My trust was gone from our marriage.

She changed with the pregnancy and our sex life disappeared.
Maybe it was me that had changed. I could just not tell any
fantasy stories anymore. But Teri seemed content to be pregnant.
She mostly stayed home and took care of the house and herself.
She quit her job completely a few months before the baby was born.

When the baby girl was born it turned out to be Black. The doctor
tried to tell us it was probably a recessive gene from a black
ancestor. But we both knew better.

We still did not talk about how it happened.

Then one day I saw Dante at the office building where we work and
he said, "How's your wife and my baby?"

I turned red with anger but walked away without saying a word. I
was outraged and decided I needed revenge against that arrogant
wife ruining jerk.

I asked Bob to join me for drinks after work that day. We got a
booth at a quiet bar and I opened up to him and told him my story.
Bob sat there mesmerized by the story.

He then started telling me what happened to he and his wife. He
had gotten caught up in Dante's stories about bedding white women.
He had gotten into reading porn on the internet too. For some
reason stories where white husbands gave their wives to black
men turned him on. It go to the point where he started bringing it
up with his wife during sex.

Bob said, "I'm not very well endowed. My wife never complained. She
was a virgin when we got married. So she did not have anything to
compare me to really. She would orgasm when we had sex, but her
response was pretty mild compared to the stories I read."

"My wife seemed to get hotter when I role played with her as the
black burglar who snuck into her room and found her sleeping in the
bedroom. I don't know if it was actually her getting hotter or me
getting worked up by the idea which made it better for her."

"I started to share with her some of the stories I had read. She
seemed to respond a little. After several weeks of reading stories
she would get very hot by the idea of being taken by a black man
almost every time we read them. She came from a pretty repressed
family and interracial sex was definitely taboo."

"She had met Dante before at Company events and whenever she came by
the office. I saw the way Dante looked at her. It was the same way
he looked at all women. Like a black wolf in heat."

"One night I got my gumption up while we were having sex and I put
Dante's name to the previously anonymous black man that I was
pretending to be. Sarah came almost immediately and I dumped my
load in her. It was the hottest she had ever gotten."

"When we were cuddling she asked me if I ever really wanted her to
have sex with a black man. I thought for a moment and said I was
not sure. The idea really did turn me on. But I was not sure I could
share her with someone."

"It took me until the next day before I said to her, yes, if she was
interested in having a black man I would want to see that and would
want her to share her body with him. But I did not want to share her
love."

"Sarah then asked me, do you think Dante would really want to be with
me."

"I smiled and said I know he would."

"She asked me to setup a date at our house to have Dante over for
dinner."

"I assumed she meant she would want to be with Dante. So the next
day at work I asked Dante out to lunch. At lunch that day I told
him that my wife and I had been fantasizing about a 3-way and I
asked him if he might be interested."

"Dante said, I don't do three-ways with any other guy. Me and two
babes is fine. But I don't want any other guys getting horny and
naked up near me. Then he said, I'd be willing to do your wife and
let you watch. But you have to be tied up or something so I don't
have to worry about you getting jealous while I nail your wife."

"I thought about it and said, we want you to come for dinner Friday
after work. I will talk with Sarah about your offer. I don't know
what she will say, but you are invited for dinner regardless."

Friday night came and Dante showed up right on time. Sarah had the
dinner ready. She looked great in her short black dress even with
the apron on. She served the roast beef, baby potatoes and carrots.
She treated Dante like he was a visiting dignitary making sure he
got extra helpings of everything.

Dante had brought a nice bottle of Petit Sera "in honor of Sarah".
I thought that was a really corny line but Sarah seemed to eat it
up.

We opened the wine and consumed it with our meal. Before we were
through with our sorbet dessert we had also polished off a bottle
of Chardonay that I had purchased for the meal.

Sarah had started off the evening very hyper and tense. But by the
time dinner was done and the wine was consumed she had settled down
and relaxed. We had typical dinner conversation during the meal. It
seemed like the most normal evening ever.

Sarah still had not said if she was going to be with Dante. Smartly,
no one pushed the idea or even brought it up. After dessert we
adjourned to the living room and I offered to turn on a basketball
game. But Dante suggested we put on some music. So I put on one of
Sarah's favorite CD's, a mix of current pop music.

Dante and Sarah settled next to each other on the sofa while I sat
on my recliner across the room. They were turned slightly to face
each other and it looked to me like their legs were touching just
below the edge of the coffee table.

They were having an animated conversation about the music. Dante
was enthusiastic about Sarah's taste in music. He was talking about
how he liked to go dancing.

Sarah was complaining that she loved to dance but I never took her.
This was true. I had not really been much of a dancer and usually
preferred not to go. I had been impressed all evening with the way
Dante had kept Sarah engaged. He was very smooth and not at all
the crude and often boorish guy I knew at work.

Dante asked if he could move the coffee table so he could dance with
Sarah. I got up and moved the table out of the way. Dante turned up
the music and they were dancing to a fast latin beat. They danced
well together.

I never really knew that Sarah could dance so well. She looked very
tiny dancing so close to Dante. The next song was a slow one and
Sarah molded her body to Dante's as they danced. He kept whispering
into her ear and she would giggle or laugh. Her face was flushed
and I knew things were going very well.

Another faster number came on and then did some kind of Latin dance
that reminded me of Dirty Dancing. They were like one person. I was
very impressed with the way they could move. I knew I could never
dance like that.

After another fast number, a slow love ballad came on. Dante and
Sarah held each other closely and when the music built he lifted her
up with one arm around her shoulder and the other on her bottom. He
brought her face to his and gave her a long passionate kiss.

They were still swaying as he held her in the air like she was a
feather and they kissed deeply. I saw that their tongues were
entwined and searching in each other's mouths. After the song ended
he carried her to the couch and sat her on his lap without breaking
the kiss.

His one hand was holding her butt as his other was starting to move
slowly between them. I had a tent in my trousers as I watched this
large black man seduce my wife.

This is what I wanted. This was my fantasy. I think I was more eager
than they were to see it proceed.

After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity to me I cleared my
throat and said, "Perhaps we should move into the bedroom."

They broke their kiss and Sarah looked over to me. The she slid off
of Dante's lap and slipped her hand into his and they walked, holding
hands, into our bedroom. I followed along behind them like a puppy
dog with an erection.

When they stepped in the room Sarah turned and kissed Dante again and
then said, "Excuse me, I have to get ready for you."

She disappeared into the bathroom where I knew she would be putting
in her diaphragm. Dante looked at me and pulled Sarah's dressing
table chair to the end of the bed. He said, "Sit down."

I sat and he pulled a length of cord from his sport coat pocket.
Before I knew it my wrists were bound behind me and tied to the back
of the chair. He took another length of cord and tied my ankles to
the chair legs. He warned me, "Don't interfere or I will move you out
of the room."

Then he left and went to his car. When he came back he had a
camcorder and tripod. He set them up beside the bed and pushed the
record button.

I said, "Sarah will never allow you to film her."

Dante said, "You better not say anything except to support what I
say. Got it? I need to film this to protect myself."

I didn't know what he meant. Just then Sarah came back in. She was
wearing a white silk baby doll with matching panties. I thought she
never looked more beautiful.

Sarah saw the camera and said softly, "Dante I can't do this on film."

Dante smiled at her and said, "Sarah, this is different for me. I'm a
black man and there are a lot of prejudiced people out there who
would kill me if they thought I had forced this to happen. I just
need the tape to prove this was all consensual. I will never show
this tape to anyone. But I have to have it or I don't think I can be
with you."

Sarah frowned as she thought about what Dante had said. I spoke up,
"Sarah, I think it will be okay. I understand where Dante is coming
from on this. He is taking a risk and as long as he promises to
never show anyone the tape I think we will be alright."