We’ve been married for ten years. My marriage to Emily began quite classically. It was filled with passionate nights, shared dreams, and a house in a quiet suburb. I had a successful job. I didn’t particularly stand out. But Emily had always been a beautiful, slender brunette. But over time, routine became our undoing.
Like many couples, sex became predictable. We both felt something was missing, but couldn’t figure out what it was. We always stuck together, talked and trusted each other.
One evening, my wife confessed to me that she’d dreamed of a dark-skinned man. It was so powerful and completely different. We drank wine and discussed this hot topic. And instead of jealousy, arousal flared within me. I imagined my wife in the arms of a black stranger.
It was quite unusual, exciting, something we’d never experienced before. Emily described her impressions in detail. Her face burned as she described how he penetrated her deeply, and how her body trembled with orgasm.
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