His Collection

Every day, the same morning ritual. They'd have morning sex, he'd forget to lock the computer, and she'd delve into his collection for a little bit before the maid arrived. She'd almost think it was intentional, but he did get scatterbrained before a trial.

Finally, after a week, she bought a hard drive and placed a couple of videos on it. When Douglas got home, she brought out two glasses of wine, offering him one. She was wearing a peach negligee and silk robe. Douglas's eyebrows raised. She was usually more prudish. Or "ladylike" as she would call it.

"So I found something of yours. A collection." She opened up her computer, hooking it up to the television. She started playing the first video, with a beautiful southern wife, and a big black buck. Douglas took a deep breath. The moment of truth, here.

"Big black dicks? Is this the porn you enjoy?" Elizabeth asked., waiting expectantly. "All your videos are interracial. And men cheating with their wives." Douglas coughed.

"It's called cuckold porn, darling." Elizabeth furrowed her brow.

"What the heck is that?"

"This is a simplification. But the husband knows. So it's not really cheating, because all the parties are consenting to it and know about it." Elizabeth sipped at her wine as they both watched the scene. Elizabeth looked at Douglas's crotch.

"You're hard, darling. I haven't seen you like that in years. Is this what you want? To see me fuck a big black cock, huh?" Douglas grunted, shifting in his seat. Elizabeth finished her glass of wine. "Come on Douglas, you can lay with me twice today. You obviously have an overactive imagination."