Scratching an Itch

Scratching an Itch

This story is about Tom and Elise who are what you would probably call a ‘typical’ young married couple just starting their lives together.

Elise is a recent college graduate with a degree in journalism. She stands about five feet seven inches tall with blonde hair and blue eyes. She is somewhat slim with small breasts which have large aureola that extend into pointy nipples. She carries herself on trim calves that flare into nicely rounded thighs. Her small waist and full, well-rounded ass are probably her best features, although the whole package is well worth looking at.

Tom is also a recent college graduate, having received his degree in accounting. He’s about average height, standing about five feet eleven inches tall and slim with dark hair and eyes.

Let’s join them as Elise tells us the story of the day that she dropped a bomb that threatened to change the course of their marriage forever.

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Elise

Hi. You probably don’t know me so let me tell you just a little bit about myself. My name is Elise. I’m twenty-three years old and married to my childhood sweetheart, Tom. You know the story. High school quarterback meets and marries the captain of the cheerleading squad. Nope! Not even close.

Actually, I was the Editor of the school yearbook, and Tom, who was an amateur photographer, took the majority of the photos. Exciting hunh?

When we finished high school we both decided to attend a small college in North Carolina, where we dated exclusively. I don’t know about other couples but I only had eyes for Tom so neither of us dated anyone else. After we graduated, we returned home where we were married in a traditional small-town ceremony with lots of family and friends.

Most of our high school classmates moved to the big city but we both wanted to live in our hometown of Founder’s Creek.

We’ve been married for just over two years now and although we’ve known each other longer than the average newlyweds, we still have a lot to learn as we work to create a strong foundation for our budding family.

When you first go out on your own, it is amazing how much time and attention must be invested in establishing yourself in your chosen career. I planned to be a working mother so, even though there aren’t any children planned for our little family in the immediate future, we both wanted to structure our working lives around that eventuality.

A small trust fund that my grandfather set up for me allowed us to acquire a modest frame home on the outskirts of town. It’s not large but there is sufficient room for our family for the foreseeable future. Besides, there’s a huge oak tree in the front yard that’s just begging for a rope tire swing.

Despite appearances, everything wasn’t perfect at our little home in Founder’s Creek. The oak tree out front is great, and the flowers lining the sidewalk are blooming, but the lady of the house is feeling restless.

I bet I know what you’re thinking. ‘What in the hell does she have to be restless about?’

I get it but over the past several months I have begun to wonder if there shouldn’t be more to our relationship. What have I been missing by only knowing Tom? That sounds pretty self-centered, doesn’t it? Most women my age would be thrilled to be in my position with a loving husband, strong career potential, and a lovely home. I guess I’m not like most women.

Since Tom and I began our relationship in high school, continued it through college, and went straight into marriage after graduation, you’ve probably guessed that our sexual education has been somewhat limited. You’d be right about that! As I’ve said, Tom’s the only man that I have ever slept with and, I think, or at least I hope, that I’m the only woman he has ever known in a carnal way.

You might think that’s something that I regret. Honestly, most days I’m quite content with the choices that I’ve made, but there are days when my imagination strays off on its own and I wonder what it would feel like to have another man between my legs.

So, I’ve got an itch that I’d like to see scratched. I can’t keep fooling myself any longer. My problem is that earlier statement, ‘we dated exclusively’, or ‘Tom’s the only man that I have ever slept with’. Our obsession with each other has deprived me of the opportunity to sew my wild oats.

Isn’t that what they say about guys who lack experience and want to correct that particular shortcoming? So, in this age of equality, it shouldn’t be a surprise that this applies to us ladies also.

What I’m a little more reluctant to admit is that I have occasionally wondered what it might be like to have a black man between my legs. I’ve never told Tom about these feelings of mine. At least, not until tonight! It seems like my itch has been bothering me quite a lot lately.

I’m not sure what that says about me. Despite my limited sexual education, I’m no goody two shoes, but I do wonder why I have this desire to give myself to a black man. Oh, I know about the stories they tell about the size of a black man’s cock and, although that would certainly be a bonus, I’m pretty sure it’s not the main or the only reason.

Maybe it’s just the nature of black-and-white relationships, the taboos placed on those relationships by society. My parents didn’t raise me to be a bigot and I got along with the black kids in my high school and college. I’m not sure what’s going on here.

I think maybe it’s just me. If I’m going to rebel, then why only go part way? I love the sex that my husband and I have but I’ve always had this desire to get raunchy. To be used, even dominated. In school, I looked down on the girls that the guys thought were easy, but I envied them. I often wondered how many different men could they have in a lifetime.

Some girls dated black men in college and I, like so many others, looked down on them. I thought that they were degrading themselves by giving their bodies to black men and sucking black cock. But, like the easy girls, I envied them also.

One way that Tom and I balance the demands our lifestyle places on us is to have time set aside during the week for relaxing activities that we do together. We both occasionally enjoy watching porn and tonight was one of those nights. Usually, Tom decides what we’ll watch but this time, I decided to make that decision.

So I have an itch and it’s an itch that’s been bothering me for some time. Tonight might be the right time to see if I can finally scratch it.

When I selected tonight’s movie I decided to lightly scratch that itch and see what Tom would think. Accordingly, I selected a movie depicting a white wife that was having sex with three black men. If the description was honest, this was an amateur video with a real husband and wife. I was fascinated by the thought of watching this married woman as she was used by these black men. I couldn’t help wondering if she would feel that being used by several black men was degrading or just exciting, or maybe it wouldn’t have made any difference to her at all.

I wondered what I would feel if I were in her place. Would I feel degraded, probably, or excited, very likely, or would it just be the most erotic thing that I had ever done? Yes!

While I finished cleaning up the dinner dishes, Tom had gone into the living room to relax and wait for me. I stopped in the doorway to watch my husband. He had started the video without me and was now staring at the screen with his mouth hanging open. I could see that he had gotten to the point where the black men first entered the scene.

Stepping into the room I said, “I see that you decided to start without me.”

I think he jumped six inches off the couch as he turned to look at me guiltily. “Uh, I was just killing time. This looks like a rather unusual movie for us.”

He immediately got up to restart the video as I settled onto the couch. Well, we call it a couch but it is an extra wide recliner that can easily seat two. It’s especially comfortable for two people that wanted to be in intimate contact with each other. We enjoy snuggling together and tonight I had a need to be cuddled.

I must say that I certainly wasn’t prepared for what happened in the movie. Saying that I am unsophisticated in the ways of those who engage in casual sex would not be an understatement. Still, I was thoroughly captivated by the idea of a stranger, a black stranger fucking this white wife, but I had never considered the thought of her being used by three men at the same time. I’d have to say that what I saw tonight was not only educational and disturbing but highly erotic.

When the movie began, the action was devoted to setting the stage. I was pretty sure that the man and woman in the scene were man and wife. At first, they were the only two people in the motel room but soon there was a loud knocking on the door. As the wife watched, her husband answered the door. After a moment he held the door open and three black men entered.

In the story, one of the blacks worked at the same manufacturing plant as the wife’s husband. When the husband introduced his co-worker, his wife stepped forward and embraced the man kissing him on the lips as he hugged her and ran his hands up and down her back and over her ass.

I felt Tom stiffen as their lips touched and he began to squirm as he watched the wife’s ass being fondled. I was enthralled, and my eyes were riveted on the screen while the other two men received much the same welcome when they were introduced.

After some rather inane conversation, the husband strode over to his wife, kissed her, and began to unbutton her blouse. He slipped the unbuttoned blouse off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor. Then he reached for her bra and I felt my nipples harden when he removed it, and her full pale white breasts were revealed to the three blacks whose eyes were focused like a laser on those soft white tits.

My breathing quickened as I watched the three black men gather around her jostling for position as all three tried to grope her breasts. One of them kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue between her lips, and running his hand down between her legs, lifting her skirt to cup her mound. Each of the other two men fastened their lips on her breasts and began sucking and nipping her nipples.