Of course we talked about it, and Anna was somewhat distressed when I told her that I didn’t see any reason why we couldn’t continued to play with Sam, but I didn’t think it was safe to be exclusive with him. She disagreed, said she didn’t want to do a lot of different guys, and finally said, “If that is what you need you find somebody for me to fuck and I’ll fuck them.” I knew that was a challenge rather than a request so I let it slide.
A few days later, in the pool, drinking, and talking, she asked, “Would you mind if he came here?”
“To our house?” I answered. She nodded. I said I didn’t see anything wrong with it, but then I said it was simply too risky—to him (his sister-in-law lives nearby and his wife would be there while he came over to fuck my wife), and to us, should family drop by unexpectedly. So we decided no.
I ran an ad again, toldher, and she said, “Well the next guy doesn’t have to be black.”
Two night later, she said, as we talked about what it was that had been exciting to her about her black guy, she said. “Yes, it was because he was black. There, I’ve said it. I love fucking black men.” I smiled as if she had told me something I didn’t know.