After the shower we dried off and crawled into bed, naked and soft. We were lay down, kissing and mutually masturbating each other when he said "put i...t on". I knew exactly what he meant. "Ok, close your eyes" I said and I went over to the wardrobe. I selected a racy little number comprising of black stockings and garterbelt, black lace panties, a black bra, all topped with deep crimson bows. His eyes still closed, I climbed onto the bed, on top of him and kissed his lips. I then rubbed my tits. I had decided, with mixed emotions, to spend the first two weeks of February in New Orleans. Granted, I had to endure long lectures and endless role playing for a Certificate in Conflict Resolution but that was still better than enduring snow and mind numbing cold in Minnesota. But spending those 14 nights without Carol was another matter. We had been dating since last summer. We were very close friends and lovers and although we still lived in separate houses, we managed to spend 2 or 3 nights. I doubt if either one was out of his teens yet. They weren't bad looking. They certainly looked excited as their eyes explored my body.The most striking feature of either man to present itself was that one of the men was African-American. I was going to have my first sexual experience with black man. I was going to suck a black cock!That was far more exciting than it should have been for a good card carrying Liberal like myself. His color shouldn't have mattered. But for some reason I was. The sexy tricks Brad had taught me, paid off that night. My ‘reward’ was generous and he ‘dated’ me for a couple of years before eventually making me his trophy wife.I had married Richard; but not for love. I could have pretty much what I pleased; providing he approved; so now it was Richard who had me on a leash.But right now I needed some ready cash to keep my marriage on an even keel. I decided to swallow my pride. I’d given Brad a call and he’d invited me over.His place was in a classy.