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I guess you could say I was a fairly regular married guy when all of this started. I had a pretty good job working at the water department for a large city, a house, and a couple of car's in the driveway. I loved my wife of six years, Marci and felt like one pretty lucky guy whenever I was with her. Marci's 5' 4" 105 pounds, a 36-C with long light brown hair and was born in Nebraska. We had met over spring break while both of us were in college. She worked at a local insurance company as a receptionist and while we weren't rich, we could pretty much afford to do whatever we wanted. We genuinely seemed to enjoy on another's company and had what I thought was a great sex life. Occasionally Marci would go for a girl's night out with some of her girlfriends and in turn occasionally I would go play poker or out for beers with the guys.

We decided early on that we really didn't want the responsibility of c***dren in our lives, especially while we were young and reasoned that we could always adopt if we changed our minds so I had a vasectomy which kept Marci off the pill.

One day I got home from work and found Marci sitting on the couch crying. When I went to comfort her she told me that she had been laid off from her job. Obviously the news came as a shock to both of us and besides the blow to her ego she was also concerned about paying the bills and maintaining the life-style we were living. I told her not to worry that she would quickly find a new job but we would be ok even if she didn't.

Marci spent the next week at home and the following week she went out and found a new job as a product demonstration hostess. In her new job she would attend trade shows, shopping malls, and various retail stores touting various products giving away samples, and doing market research.. While it wasn't full time, whenever she did work she would make as much, if not more than she was making at the insurance company. The down side was that the hours varied and there was some night and evening work require.

For the first couple of months she worked primarily during the day and on weekends. She said she really enjoyed her work and that she was at a different place all the time selling and demonstrating different products. I even ran into her demonstrating a fruit drink at our grocery store one time. After about three months however she seemed to be working more and more evening hours working and spending more and more time at the gym, beauty parlor and manicurist during the day. Her wardrobe seemed to be changing as well and she was dressing more stylishly in much more revealing attire. She even got her hair tinted and streaked with blond highlights.

Her night hours were definitely affecting our sex life and pretty soon it seemed we were down to once every couple of weeks or so. When I asked her about it she said she had been contracted by a new client who had her working various clubs and trade shows at night. The client had agreed to pay for her wardrobe and wanted her to project a more adventurous look. She apologized and promised that she would take better "care of me" in the future which she did.

To make up for her absences I was spending more and more time with the guys playing cards, drinking beer, and even bowling one night a week. One night my black friend Ted and I had been drinking and he invited me back to his house saying he had something to show me and he didn't want the rest of the crew around when he did. I agreed and we split early and went back to his house from our local watering hole.

The minute we walked into his apartment he went to the kitchen and took a bottle of Tequila out and two shot glasses.

"I think you might want to have one of these!" he said as he poured us each a shot, offering me a slice of lemon and some salt.

"OK!" I said wondering what he had up his sleeve. "What's up?"

"Didn't you tell me Marci was working for some marketing company or something?" he asked. Ted had met Marci several times at our home while playing cards.

"Yeah Why?" I asked.

"Well..." he said as he walked back into the living room of the apartment with the bottle and the lemons. "Come on, follow me." We walked back into the living room and he walked over to the entertainment center and began pulling out some DVD's. "You better have a seat!" he said as he put a disk into the player and took the remote and joined me on the sofa.

"You know bein single I sometimes go to the porno shop and get a DVD or two to keep here at the house. The other night I went to the one over on Bellingham Road just to look around and it seems they were having some kind of thing where some of the porno chicks were signing autographs and selling some of their movies." He paused and I almost could sense what he was going to tell me next.

"I went in and uh...well..." he was stuttering as if looking for the right words to say.

"Go on!" I demanded. "So what!"

"Well, I ran into Marci there!"

"What!" I exclaimed. "What was she doing, selling DVD's"

"Well, yeah, kind of except, well except she was selling her DVD's and giving autographs." He finally said.

"NO!" I said "No way! Are you sure it was HER DVD's and not just somebody else's?"

"No man! It was her DVD's! She's got a whole set of them, ten to be exact and well... they're all interracial. She's the star of brother's and Babe's series. I even bought one home." He pushed the play button on the remote and turned and poured us each another shot.

Taking the short glass I quickly shot the drink down and turned my attention to the TV screen catching the last part of the credit's screen. The opening shot featured my wife sitting in a black man's lap in a motel room with the curtains to the outside open. She had her arm around his neck and was smiling as he began to unbutton her blouse.

I couldn't believe my eyes, but it was clearly Marci. I recognized her clothes, though in this segment her hair was still had its natural color with no highlights. I knew the blouse that she had on, seeing it dozens of times on her personally.

"Mike, Mike!" said Ted "Mike do you want me to turn it off!" I looked over at him in disbelief and shook my head no then sat back on the sofa offering him my empty glass which he promptly filled with another shot of Tequila.

I watched as Marci was directed through the whole movie. After unbuttoning her blouse the black man told her to stand up and show him was he had to work with. Marci did a slow striptease finishing by standing in front of him and bending over and grabbing her ankles exposing her beautiful ass and shaved pussy to the sitting man. He grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, exposing her asshole to him. Roughly he slapped her ass and stood up.

"Pretty white ass!" the actor said as he stood up and walked around in front of her. "Come an give yo black daddy a kiss!" Marci smiled and lifted her head to meet his lips. The shot showed the naked man invading her willing mouth with his tongue as his hands fondled her breasts. Marci was already undoing his belt and pulling down the zipper to his pants as the interracial couple broke their intimate kiss.

"Please! I want that big black dick daddy!" I heard Marci espouse as she pulled his pants and underwear down allowing his cock to spring forward. Slowly she dropped to her knees and put the massive organ in her mouth. "Mmmmm...." She moaned as he threw his shirt on the unoccupied chair.

"Dat's it baby!" he said as he gathered her hair in his hands and pulled her mouth further over his long black tool. "Git yo Daddy's dick harder! Fuck yo pretty white mouth." The camera moved in for a close up of the black cock sliding in and out of her lips as her hands held on to his hips. Her wedding rings were clearly visible.

"I... I can't believe it!" I finally muttered looking over at Ted. "I can't fucking believe it! Turn it off please." He did and then turned on the lights.

"Man, I'm sorry! I couldn't believe it was her either." He said.

"Is that the only one they were selling?" I asked.

"No dude! She's got a collection of ten different movies." He paused before continuing. "all of them are with her and black guys. In one she takes on five guys by herself, and in another she and another white chick put on a show for a whole group of um." To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I never had even a clue that she was making dirty movies and apparently loving it. I knew I was mad, but more than that I was hurt that she was sharing her body with other men, other black men on top of it.

"Are you gonna be ok?" Ted asked. "I'm really sorry man, but I thought you might ought to know before any of the other guys finds out."

"Yeah, yeah I don't know what I'm gonna do!" I said as I stood up and headed for the door. "Thanks man I uh...uh, well thanks for the Tequila. I gotta go!" Without looking back, I opened the apartment door and walked out to my car.

Part two

I sat in my truck for a few minutes not really knowing what to do. I was pretty sure I wanted to leave Marci not so much for what she had done, but rather because she had hid it from me. That fact made me mad and left me thinking of revenge. I decided that I would first go purchase her collection of movies and see for myself how extensive her infidelity had been. I also realized I had been drinking and that tonight was really not a good time to formulate any kind of rash action.

Though I knew the store on Bellingham Road Ted had purchased the first movie from I decided I would try another store to see if they were available there as well so I went in the opposite direction. I found a rather seedy looking place almost downtown and went in.

The inside was well lit and organized with sex toys, movies, and print materials so I made my way first to the magazines trying to be casual about my visit. It too was organized by different categories and I made my way to the interracial section and began to look through the vast selection. I didn't have to look long before finding my wife's picture on the front of one of the magazines. She was being held by the same man who was in the movie I had just watched at Ted's. He had her naked breasts cupped in his hands while she just was standing there smiling. I grabbed a copy and rolled it up in my hand.

Next I made my way over to the DVD's and again to the interracial section. There to I didn't have to look long. Her movies were being featured and a sign advertising her 'in-person' visit scheduled for this upcoming Friday night. There were ten different movies as well as a boxed set featuring outtakes and a 'special interview' section. I picked up the boxed set and made my way to the cashier.

I gave my magazine and movie set to the man behind the counter.

"She's a looker huh!" the man said. "Been selling a lot of her stuff. She a local girl too!" he said. "If you wait till Friday she'll be here to autograph it for you for free." I took out my credit card and handed it to him.

"That's alright!" I said. "I may come back!"

"Tell ya what!" he said as he ran my card through the cash registers credit card machine. "Just bring the movie and receipt with you if you want to come back and I'll make sure you get an autograph then if you want." He handed me the receipt and I signed the form as he put my purchases in a bag.

"Thanks buddy! Enjoy your movie!" He said as I walked out the door and back to my truck.

I climbed in and threw the bag on the seat next to me. I decided to go home and act as if I knew nothing about what she was doing, reasoning that I might be able to get her to open up to me a little when she got home.

Twenty minutes later I drove into my driveway and parked the truck. Marci's car was still gone and I pondered whether I should take my purchases inside or leave them in the truck. Deciding to play it safe I tucked them under the seat and went inside.

Despite the fact I had been drinking first beer then Tequila I felt totally sober. I turned on some lights around the house and then went into the kitchen and grabbed a can of Coke from the refrigerator before settling down in my favorite chair in front of the T.V. My mind was racing as I thought of her screwing another man much less a black man while being filmed for immortality and I wondered what she was doing and what kind of story she would have for me tonight when she got home. I was mad as hell but at the same time I didn't want to just walk out without confronting her. I reasoned that all of our time together allowed both of us the opportunity to talk about her indiscretions. Not that I wanted to stay with her, I thought. Jesus, I would be the laughing stock of the city if I did that. Everybody would wonder just what kind of man I was! At the same time I wondered what kind of husband I had been that had caused her to enter the porn industry. Then it hit me that if she was doing movies for money she must be doing much more as well.

"She's a fucking whore!" I thought. "A black cock whore at that!" I took a swig of the coke and ran my hands through my hair. "Jezz, I wonder if she's got a pimp!" The answer was obvious. Her 'job' was more than just making movies. Somehow she had been turned out! Just then I heard her car drive in and the door slam as she walked in.

"Hi honey!" She said as she sat her purse down, kicked off her shoes, and walked over to me. She leaned over and kissed me. "You been here all night?" She asked as she sat down next to me.

"Naw!" I replied trying hard not to look at her. "I had some beers with the guys and I don't know, I just came home and have been watching a little of the tube." She snuggled up next to me and put her head on my shoulder.

"I'm glad you're up!" She said as she rubbed my chest. "My feet are killing me!"

"Busy day?" I asked half sarcastically though she didn't hear it that way.

"I've been doing some stuff for a publishing / entertainment company. Handin out promo flyers and stuff!" She said nonchalantly.

"Umm!" I merely grunted, sensing a semblance of truth in her statement, though obviously not going into details.

"Why don't you turn that off and let's go play!" She suggested. "I've missed taking care of you." Not wanting to let on that I knew what she was doing I decided I had better play along with her despite the fact I really wanted nothing to do with her blackened body. Still, it was a piece of ass I thought, and a great way to take out my anger.

"Great!" I said as I pulled her up. "Why don't you go get in bed and I'll lock up and get the lights." She leaned over and quickly kissed me as she headed to the bedroom.

She was already undressed and standing in front of the mirror as I walked in.

"Honey, do you think a tattoo would be sexy?" she asked as she put her hand on her hip and flashed her ass at me.

"Um, I don't know! Where would you put it and what kind were you thinking about?"

"I don't know. Most of the girls at the office have them and I just thought it might be sexy." She walked over to me and began unbuttoning my shirt. "Tonight however this is the only pricking I want!" she giggled as she helped me out of my underwear. She grabbed my cock and fell to her knees in front of my, gobbling my manhood into her wet mouth.

"Mmmmm..." I moaned as I looked down at her. "This is pretty sexy by itself!" I said as I thought of her doing the same thing to the black man in the movie. Imitating him I gathered her hair in my hands and pulled her head toward my body. "Damn baby, your mouth is almost as good to fuck as your pussy." I started humping her face as she took my dick with no problem.

"Whoa cowboy!" She said as she let my cock drop from her mouth and looked up at me. "I probably need to take care of you more often. You're a wild man tonight."

"Ah we've only just begun!" I said as I stepped out of my pants and pulled her up and toward the bed. "I want some of that pussy!" I laid down on the bed and pulled her on top of me forcing her left breast into my mouth as my other hand massaged her right nipple.

"Oh... oh yes! That feels soooo good baby!" She said. She reached down and started stroking my cock. "I want to feel you in me baby!" She sat up and reached about behind her and slid me into her moist hole.

"Umm. Yes Oh God yes!" She said as she closed her eyes and started to ride me. I looked up at her and couldn't help but wonder if she was visualizing a black cock in her of if she even felt me at all. Her pussy was now wet and stretched and I couldn't seem to get any friction from her as she rubbed her clit on me. I let her ride me a few more minutes before suggesting we try doggie style.

"I want that ass!" I said as I moved behind her. I grabbed my cock and quickly stuck it back in her cunt as my fingers started toying with her tight brown hole.

"Come on baby, fuck me!" She said as she started humping back on my cock. I grabbed her hips and pulled them apart as I watched her taking me. I could tell she was barely feeling me as I reached around her hips and began rubbing her sex knob.

"Oh, oh yes baby, rub me, rub my clit! I'm, I'm gonna cum!" She started furiously pushing and pulling back on my dick. "Augh... oh god yes!" she said as she collapsed on her stomach leaving my glistening cock hovering about her ass.

"No, no girl!" I said. "We're not done yet. I need to cum!" I reached over and grabbed some lube from the night stand and poured some down her crack.

"Oh please, please not in my ass!" She said. "Please not tonight dear! I'm sore down there!"

"I bet!" I thought to myself. "I wonder why!" The thought of a black man invading her rectum was enticing.

"OK baby, but you gotta give me some relief! Man I need to nut!" She smiled back at me and turned around to face me.

"Here, you lie down and let me fuck you with my face!" She said pushing me on my stomach face down. Quickly I felt her tongue running up and down my ass crack and finally to my butt hole. "I wanna play the rusty trombone." She mumbled.

She continued to suck on my asshole and stroke my cock at the same, something that she had never done before.

"Damn girl, that feels great!" I said, wanting to ask her where she learned her new trick. The thought of her pretty white face buried in a black man's ass was too much and I spewed my load all over the bed. I rolled over on my side of the bed and looked up at her.

"You didn't let me eat it!" She said as she smiled and leaned over and licked my puddle of cum from the sheet. "We don't want it leaking through do we?" she exclaimed as she finished and turned back to my cock. "Nor do we want to waste any!" she quickly started cleaning my cock with her mouth.

"That was great baby! Man you've never done that before and I really wanted your ass." Is said as she finished and laid back down next to me.

"Did you like it?" She asked not really answering my question, though she really didn't have to.

"Yeah, it was great!" I said letting my question go. "You know maybe a tat would look nice on you. At the same time I love looking at your ass when you do me doggie style." She smiled.

"Do you think it would look nice on my ass?"

"Yeah!" I said. "But what good is a tat if you can't show it off!"

"You'd get to see it!" She said as she snuggled up next to me.

"What kind of tat would you get?" I asked.

"I don't know. Everybody's got tribal bands or butterfly's. I want something unique." She admitted. "We don't have to get it tonight anyway. I've got the rest of the week off. I've only got to work Friday evening so we can talk about it." She paused. "By the way I put some money in the account today. I got paid and they gave me a bonus. Maybe we can take a vacation this year."

"Great!" I said knowing how she made her bonus. "Maybe we can take a safari or something."

"That would be great!" She exclaimed excitedly. "Wow Africa would be neat, I've always wanted to go there." I didn't pursue her statement thinking that she didn't have to go to Africa to ball a black man, hell she was doing it here.

"I've got a busy day tomorrow!" I said "Let's hit the sack." She leaned over and kissed me goodnight.

Part Three

I had a restless night. I guess it was because I couldn't help thinking about my whore wife. I couldn't believe that she could think I wouldn't come to find out what she was doing eventually. Especially with the videos! Though not as mad as last night, I was determined to end our marriage. She was still in bed as I left the house and headed to work, about a fifteen minute commute. Once there I walked straight to my bosses office.

"George . I've got a problem and I'm gonna need some time." I said. "Marci and I are getting a divorce and she doesn't know it!"

"Oh man I'm sorry!" He said. "Sure, no problem when do you need off!"

"Well, today's Tuesday and I've gotta find a lawyer and get some things fixed up. I'm gonna try and have her served with the papers by Friday. Then I gotta get some things done around the house this weekend. I figure I can be back Monday. I'll just use some of my vacation time."

"Man, what happened Mike? I thought you two really had it pretty good."

"It's a long story George, but basically it's another guy. I'd appreciate you not saying anything until all this goes down."

"Wow, sure Mike no problem. Take this week, I'll make sure you're covered. If you need anything just give me a call."

"Thanks George!" I said as I left his office. "I'll see you Monday." I went back to my desk and got the phone book out and called a couple of attorney's, setting up an appointment with one for two o'clock. I cleared some of the paperwork off my desk and around ten I put a call in to Marci at the house. She answered the phone on the second ring.

"Hi honey" I said. "I just thought I'd call and say thanks for last night."

"Oh that's so sweet Mike, I enjoyed it too. I was just going for a workout are you at work?" she asked.

"Yeah! They put me on a special project so I'm gonna be pretty bogged down this week." I said feigning frustration. "Well, I'd better let you go. I'll see you tonight!"

"No problem honey. I'll see you tonight." We both hung up the phone and I left the office headed back to the gym to see if she was really going to work out there or somewhere else. The drive would take her ten minutes so I figured the timing would be just about perfect to catch her car at the gym. This week was going to be devoted to trapping my once sweet little wife in her unfaithful interracial activities. I was going whore hunting.

I got to the gym parking lot in about twenty minutes. Despite the fact the gym was in a large strip center, the gym patrons always used the north side of the parking lot. I drove up and down each isle and never found her car. Just to make sure I even checked behind the building and on the south side of the lot as well. The fact was that she wasn't working out at the gym, just as I suspected.

"What a bitch!" I thought to myself and feeling my anger rise. Just for the hell of it I decided I had better make sure she still wasn't at the house so I followed the route she would take and drove by the house. Once again her car wasn't there.

I decided that I would go to the store and buy a digital camera with a zoom lens so I could begin to catch her actions for posterity. I also reasoned that if I was going to follow her, I had to have another car so I decided to rent a vehicle for the next three days. We lived about three miles from a major shopping center and I decided I would leave either the car or the truck there while using the opposite vehicle.

After renting the car and buying the camera I grabbed a hamburger and then made my way to the lawyer's office. Taking the magazine and the movie collection I had purchased last night with me I was promptly ushered into the attorney's office.

"Hello Mr. Mosier. I'm Mark Haroldson, please have a seat. How can I help you?"

"Well I need a divorce. I found out last night that my wife has been making porn movies and well, basically lying to me." I handed him the bag of evidence. He opened the bag and put the magazine and movies on his desk.

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "You had no knowledge she was doing this?"

"None at all. She told me she had a marketing job as a product advertiser or something. I suspect this is just the tip of the iceberg as well."

"Well, I can certainly see why you want a divorce Mr. Moiser. What do you want to retain from the marriage? Do you own your home? What about credit cards?"

"I want everything Mr. Haroldson. I want the house and the bank account. I want her gone with her car and clothes, bills and black buddies. No alimony, no splitting the assets; absolutely nothing and I want her served Friday evening. I'd like to be there when it happens." I continued by telling him that she had an autograph party scheduled for Friday night at the store I was in last night.

"Well," he said. "I think you might have a shot at it based on this stuff here. You said you suspected she was doing something else."

"Obviously she's prostituting herself as well. Screwing on camera for money is prostitution isn't it?"

"Well, she'll claim its only acting and that's what she's paid for. Unless you have proof that she's actually having sex for money, the prostitution bit is going to be a stretch." He paused momentarily. "Is she going to fight this?"

"I don't think so! That's why I want to be there when she's served. I'm going to confront her with everything I can get between now and Friday. If she wants to go black she can go. I took the next couple of days off and I'm going to see exactly what's going on with her during the day."

"You filled out the forms didn't you?" he inquired.

"Yes, up front!" I said.

"I'll draw up the petition and have it for you to review Friday morning. I'll have it filed Friday afternoon and we'll have my law clerk serve her at the store Friday night. It's kind of a rush job!" He said pausing, "I think we can get it done for three grand if she doesn't fight it. It could go to five or six however if she decides to show up for court. There's also court costs and the process servers fee. I need at least half down. The balance when it's final."

I reached into my pants pocket and took out my checkbook. I filled out a check for two thousand dollars and handed it to him. So much for her trip to Africa, it was going to be local.

"What time Friday morning?" I asked. We settled on ten o'clock and I was out of his office in less than an hour leaving my porno stuff with him. It was done! All I wanted now was to get enough stuff on her to make her leave without a fight.

I decided I'd better get some office stuff to keep track of what was going on so I went to the office supply store in the mall near the house and bought a legal pad and some folders as well as some mailing packages. I was gong to send some of her "work" stuff to her parents in Nebraska if she balked at the terms of the divorce. Finishing up I stopped by the bar and had a couple of beers before heading home about five-thirty. Her car was in the driveway as I pulled in beside her.

"Hi honey! I'm home." I announced as I walked into the house.

"I'm in the bedroom honey." She yelled back. I followed her voice and found her sitting in bed naked from the waist up.

"Wow, that's a sight for tired eyes!" I said as I walked over to her. I started to put my arm around her and he held up her hands. "Wait!" she said grimacing. "I've got something to show you."

"I look's like you already are!" I said playfully. "What's wrong are you ok?"

"Hold on! Go sit down in the chair!" She said. I was perplexed but agreed and went over to the rocking chair opposite my side of the bed. Carefully she lifted herself off the bed and keeping her face toward me walked over in front of me. "Well, after our conversation last night, I went and did it!" She said.

"Did what?" I asked confused. She turned around with her back to me and displayed her new tattoo. It was an outline of Africa on her left shoulder. It was filled in with red, green, and black ink and was covered with a gel like substance. It was about six inches in height and three inches in width.

"Wow Marci! When did you do that?" I asked astonished that she would be so blatant about her preference in cock.

"This afternoon! I'm still really sore. It took them about an hour to do it. Do you like it?" I stood up and looked closely at the tattoo. She was obviously still bleeding a little and the ink hadn't set up yet but the insignia was unmistakable.

"Wow!" I exclaimed once more. "I'm really surprised. Why the colors?" I asked.

"The artist said that it would stand out better if it had some color rather than just making it black and I agreed. He picked the colors." She said smiling back at me. "We've got to go for sure now!" The tattoo really pissed me off and it was everything I could do to maintain my composure but I was determined to let her build her own noose.

I reached around and took her breasts in my hands toying with her nipples. As I bend down to kiss her neck I could see some small fresh hickies on her. I went ahead and kissed her neck ignoring the obvious.

"So is the reason you want to go to Africa is to find some big black man to screw you silly?" I asked. She giggled. "I wish I had a camera to get a picture of your tat."

"Silly boy! Who needs a black man when I've got you." She turned around and kissed me throwing her arms around my neck. "I'd love to screw you tonight but I can't lay on my back so you're just going to have to settle for a blow job!" She said as she fell to her knees in front of me tugging at my zipper and pants. Her warm breath caused my cock to harden quickly.

"That's it baby!" I said as she sucked me into her mouth. "Pretend we're in Africa and you've got a black warrior feeding you his black cock." I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her toward me. This was skull fucking at its best.

"Ummmm ... " she moaned as spit and pre-cum fell from her mouth. "Feed me! Feed me that cock honey!" I pulled my cock from her mouth and still holding her head, I rubbed my cock and balls across her face, then plunged it back into her willing mouth.

"You're such a good cock-sucker baby!" I said as I watched her working on my tool, her map of Africa and the Afro color's clearly visible as she bobbed back and forth on me. She must have sucked on me for another five or ten minutes before I blasted my load all over her face. Later that night as we were sitting around watching TV after a 'take out' dinner of Chinese Marci turned to me and said "Oh by the way, they called from work and said they wanted me in tomorrow night. One of the other girls' is sick and they've got a gig going and need me."

"Oh I'm sorry dear!" I said. "I was looking forward to another night at home with you. Are you going to be able to work with your back so sore from the tattoo?"

"I hope so. I know the place we'll be working at and it's one of those shady stores in the northeast. I should be finished by ten though." The northeast part of town was notorious for it's reputation of gangs, blacks, and d**gs.

"You don't go out there by yourself do you? Man I don't like the thought of you going out there by yourself. Would you like me to take you?" I knew the answer before I even asked the question but I thought I would see if she was going to lie to me again.

"I'll be fine! One of the other girls is going and Marcus will probable come along as well just to smooze with the customers."

Later that night after crawling into bed I decided I was going to have to ask Ted to come along in case she ended up at a place where I might stick out.

Part Four

The next morning I got ready for work as usual and left the house as if I were heading for the office. I went to the mall and exchanged my truck for the rental car. I took my time and had breakfast at a fast food joint and then drove back towards my house. I parked the car on the opposite side of the street three houses down from mine. Marci's car was still in the driveway and I figured that if she was going anywhere it wouldn't be till after ten.

I didn't have to wait that long. About nine-thirty a big black SUV with gold trim and oversized mag wheels pulled up and parked in front of my house. I grabbed the camera and started taking pictures as two black men got out from the vehicle, looked around and walked up to my door.

The larger of the men had on a pair of slacks and a shirt that was unbuttoned to his chest and sported several large gold chains. His head was shaved and he had on dark glasses. The other guy was dressed in blue jeans and a tee shirt and had long dread locks hanging from his head. They rang the door bell and looked around staring almost straight at me before Marci opened the door. She was still dressed only in panties and quickly let the men in.

Once again I was enraged. I couldn't believe my bitch wife was screwing two blacks in my house, probably in our marital bed. It took all my control to not drive up and confront her, but I knew that it would have been an ugly scene and when my lawyer saw these pictures, my case would be even that much stronger. I waited about forty five minutes or so and sure enough the three of them walked out the door together. Marci was holding the big guy's hand as he walked her to the black SUV and held the door open for her. She had on some white short shorts a light blue spaghetti strap top and open toe heels. The short guy got in Marci's car. Once again my camera captured the whole thing as they drove off.

Trying not to rush I let both cars turn the corner before following them. I really didn't know what I was going to do if they split up and I decided that I would stay with the SUV. Luckily they both seemed to be going the same direction as they entered the freeway heading east. We all exited on Cumberland Lane, the same street as Marci's office. I hung back a little figuring that was where they were headed.

Though I had never seen her office, I knew the name of the place and the address and as I lulled behind the two car's I gave them time to get ahead of me. As I drove by both the SUV and Marci's little red Ford were pulling into the driveway and through to the back side of a storefront building. Somewhat relieved knowing that she was headed to the office I went to the next intersection and turned around so I would be on the opposite side of the street from her work.

I parked the rental car directly across the street and grabbed the camera, noticing for the first time the building that housed Marci's business. It looked like a converted hotel with two levels. Numerous small offices had their signs plastered above separate doorway. There was a tattoo / piercing parlor, a hairdresser and nail salon, as well as a photography shop. Marci's office was on the second floor and as I looked I saw her and the two black men enter the office. The big man was still holding her hand. The pictures were coming out great thanks to the zoom lens.

I sat and watched people come and go from the office building for about an hour. Most of the people coming and going were black and it was obvious the day was proceeding normally. There wasn't much going on at Marci's office except that a couple of young white women would come and go in about twenty minutes or so. Most looked as if they were applying for jobs since they were nicely dressed.

Just as I was about to leave I saw Marci walk out of the office and climb the stairs down to the first level and go into the beauty salon. I stayed for another two hours before she finally emerged. I couldn't believe her hair as she again walked up the stairs and back to her office. She was sporting cornrows decorated with beads interwoven into her hair. I wondered how she was going to explain that to me when she got home tonight. Ten minutes later she again walked out of the office by herself and disappeared behind the building. She drove out heading back in the direction of our house.

I followed her home and just kept going as she turned down our street, figuring that she was just going home before she had to go to 'work' tonight. I picked up my cell and called Ted's number.

"What's up man? I've been worried about you. I tried your office and all they said was that you weren't available. You O.K?"

"Yeah, I fine man. Look I really appreciate you telling me about Marci. I'm getting ready to have the divorce papers served on her Friday, but I might need a little help tonight. I'm tryin to get some stuff for the lawyer." I explained that Marci ha something planned and that she said it was going to be in the northeast part of town and I was afraid that I might not 'fit in'. He laughed and agreed.

"So when and where man?" He asked.

"I really don't know. I'm gonna follow her when she leaves so I'll have to call you." He gave me his cell phone number and we made plans that I would call him when I found out where he needed to be.

I decided I'd try and call my wife, but since our phone had caller I.D. I decided I'd make the call from the office phone so I returned to my desk and called her from the office.

"Hey Honey! I'm glad I caught you." I said when she answered the phone.

"Hi baby! I just got home from the beauty parlor. The company wanted my hair done for tonight!" She said. "I'm gonna leave about five so I'll miss you. Are you gonna go out with the boys for poker tonight?

"Probably!" I said. "But I should be home around ten or so. Are you going to be late?"

"I don't think so!" she said. "It won't be past midnight even if it is. Don't wait up for me if you want to go to bed though, I know you've been working pretty hard lately."

"Well, we'll see. Be sure and take your cell. I worry about you in that part of town."

"Oh don't worry. My boss said he'd take me and Sonja so their going to pick me up. I don't even have to take my car, but I'll be sure and keep my cell phone."

"OK! Be safe. I'll see you when you get home I guess." I said.

"You too baby! I'll try and not be late!" she said as she hung up the phone.

I left the office and headed back to the house knowing that she would probably be picked up by the same SUV she was in this morning. About four thirty the black vehicle parked again in front of my house. This time the big man was alone and as he exited the SUV he paused and retrieved a dress hanging in the back seat. Gingerly he walked up to the house, knocked and just went in.

About thirty five minutes later my wife and he walked out of the house arm in arm. She was wearing a tight strapless black mini dress that showed off her new tattoo and high heels and was carrying a small black purse. He held the door for her and as she climbed in she leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. A picture perfect shot. He walked around to the driver's side and took off. This time I knew which way to park and I didn't have to turn around. I wanted to stay as close as possible since I didn't know exactly where they were heading and it was five o'clock traffic.

The SUV didn't take the north freeway exit and I was slightly confused as we headed to the downtown area. He pulled up to one of the posh restaurants that offered valet parking and the black and white couple went inside again arm in arm. I figured they were going to have dinner and I wondered if that was all that they had planned. I followed the vehicle around to a public parking area and saw the attendant pull the SUV into a reserved stall. I figured that I might as well park here and leave whenever they came back to get the car.

It was a boring hour and a half before I saw another attendant heading for the Black SUV. I quickly pulled back around in front of the restaurant and watched as the interracial couple got back into the car and head back down the freeway this time taking the northbound exit. Twenty minutes later I saw the SUV pull into a strip center featuring the "Midnight Express" club. It was a black establishment with a shady reputation. Once again the camera caught them entering the club together. I quickly called Ted and told him where I was. Fifteen minutes later he pulled up next to me.

"Man this place is notorious!" He said as he climbed into my car. "Every player in town comes to this place." I handed him a couple of hundred dollar bills.

"She's with a big bald headed guy." I said adding that she was wearing a black dress. "I don't want to cause too much suspicion so if you'd just call me every once in a while and let me know what's going on I'd appreciate it."

"No problem man! My phones got a camera on it so if I get a chance I'll get some pictures and email them to you."

"Thanks for the bucks man but you don't have to!" He said as he started to get out of the car.

"Just have a good time and let me know what's going on." I said.

Twenty minutes later I got the first call.

"Man they're in the VIP section and he's all over her. They even spotlighted her as brother's and Babes newest sensation. Shit the whole club was cheering her. They asked her on stage but she said maybe later. I'll let you know. They're knocking back some champagne though." I made some notes knowing that we could subpoena the Disk Jock if we had to.

"Thanks man! Hang in there." I said About twenty minutes later he called back. "Man she went on stage and did a striptease. When'd she get the tat man! And her hair!" He was obviously excited to see her on stage.

"Whoa, slow down man. She did a strip tease! Did she leave anything on." I asked

"Yeah! She left her g-string on. She's busy autographing copies of her movies. They gave ten away as door prizes." He said. "Every guy who got one must have copped a feel! I got some great shots with my phone camera."

"I guess we know what product she was selling tonight!" I thought to myself.

She's backing the VIP section with the big dude and a couple of the brothers who own the place. They're all over her. Wait... hold on...." He paused and I heard some scratchy sounds over the earpiece.

"Oh fuck, she goin down on one of the dudes right there in the booth. Oh shit! I'll call you back I gotta get some pictures." The line went dead.

I don't suppose any of this surprised me, but I couldn't believe my wife had become such a black cock whore that she would actually be stripping and giving head to someone in public. About ten minutes later Ted came back to the car. I unlocked the door and let him in.

"Man, I hate to tell you she's a slut!" She was fucking the guy she came with while she blew the other two guys right there in the booth. Just after that they got up and walked back to the offices."

"I hope you got pictures!" I said.

"Damn straight!" all sent to your email.

"Thanks buddy!" I said. "I owe you big time."

"No problem. Hell I enjoyed watching." He said as he got out of my car. "I'll talk to you later!" He said as we both drove off.

I drove the rental car back to the mall and picked up my truck before heading to the house. I got back to the house about 11:15 p.m. Marci came in shortly after midnight. I feigned sleep.

Part Five

Once again I followed my 'normal' routine. Marci was out light a light and I don't think she stirred the whole time I was showering or getting dressed. I didn't bother telling he I was leaving as I walked out of the house and drove to the mall to retrieve the rental car. Once again, I decided I would have breakfast and figure out what I needed to do.

Marci's infidelity was pretty well documented. I needed to see the pictures Ted was able to get from the club last night, download them, and put all of my photos into an album. The copy of which would make a nice parting gift for her.

Marci was from the heartland and the youngest of six k**s. Her Mom and Dad were still alive and owned a corn farm and raised pigs in a rural state setting. She had been raised in a strict religious environment though we rarely went to church after we started college. I knew the divorce would devastate her parents, but the movies, magazines, and my photo album would be enough to ensure her banishment from the family.

Coupled with the fact that I was going to throw her out of the house, I was pretty sure that she wouldn't have many options other than sticking with her black men. That meant that she would probably stay in the city. I didn't want to remain.

I decided that I would sell the house and move out of town as soon as possible. Though it meant starting over, I could at least make enough off the house to have the down payment on a new place wherever I decided to settle. I debated keeping anything as far as household items, reasoning that it would only keep her presence in my life and I wanted to wash my hands of the damned bitch.

I went to a bookstore back at the mall and spent a couple of hours reading about different places and thinking about where I would move. About ten-thirty my cell phone rang. It was my boss from work.

"Hey George! What's up?" I was expecting him to ask me about something he needed from the office.

"I just thought I should tell you that Marci called me looking for you. She said she had been trying to get you here at the office and that she kept getting you voice mail. I told her I had sent you to the plant to review some stuff they had going on over there."

"Thanks George. I appreciate that!" I'll give her a call." Pausing I continued. "I might pop back into the office for a little bit this morning and use the computer if it's ok with you. I'll just check on a few things and make sure everything's going ok."

"No problem, everything is fine here. How's it going with you?" He asked.

"I'm ok George. This thing is going to work out I think. I'm really surprised at what I've been finding out about her." I said

"Yeah! Rumors are flying through the office. I'm sorry Mike. They're not to complimentary even if one percent of them are true."

"Well, just between you and me, they probably are!" I confirmed. "She's a royal bitch!"

"Jezzz... if there's anything I can do let me know!" He said as I walked out of the office and back to my desk. I sat down and called my home. The phone rang almost eight times before Marci answered.

"Hello!" I heard her say slightly out of breath.

"Hi Honey, just thought I'd give you a call. You O.K? .You sound out of breath!" I said. There was music playing in the background.

"I'm O.K.. I just slept late and I don't feel so good this morning. My tummy's a little upset I guess so I'm takin it easy. What time will you be home?" It seemed as if she was pausing between every other word out of her mouth and I wondered if she was being fucked by her black lovers as we talked.

"I'm sorry. I won't be home till late. I'm gonna go out with the guys tonight for a few beers!"

"OK, no problem. I'll see you when you get home." We talked for a minute or two longer. At the end of our conversation I swear I could have heard her moan, forcing me to once again contain my anger as I left the office and went back to the rental car. I was going to go by the house and see if my imagination was correct.

Sure enough, there were three cars parked either in front of my house or in the driveway. All of them were 'pimped out' to one degree or another. I parked three doors down and began to watch the house.

After about thirty minutes two black guys I had never seen before walked out of the house and got into one of the cars. They were laughing and carrying on as if they were just having a great time. They backed out of the driveway and went in the opposite direction. No sooner did they leave than another car pulled up and parked in my spot in the driveway. Four of the meanest looking black guy's I had ever seen exited the car, each carrying a quart sized bottle of beer. They walked up to the door and knocked. I don't know who opened the door but it wasn't my wife, and they all went in.

Twenty minutes later two other guys walked out and got into the car parked in front of my house and left only to be replaced by yet another pair of black men who drove up behind them.

It was pretty apparent that Marci was 'entertaining'! The whole sight was making me not only ache with pain inside, it was depressing me, so I decided I'd seen enough. I put the car in gear and left, slowly driving by the house.

"She's having a god damned gangbang session!" I thought to my self. "I'm glad it's Thursday so I only have to put up with her cheating ways only one more day!"

I stayed gone till about ten-thirty that night. Marci was still up watching television when I walked in the door. The house smelled of smoke and stale beer thought she had obviously tried to mask the odor with room spray. I pretended not to notice as I walked over and kissed her on the forehead.

"Hi honey! I hope you're feeling better!" I said as I sat down next to her on the couch. She was sipping hot tea and was dressed in an oversized tee shirt she used sometimes as a nightgown.

"A little!" She said. "Did you have a good time with the guys?"

"Ah! You know same ol stuff with them. They were all headed over to Ted's to watch some porn. I really wasn't interested so I blew um off and decided to come home. I've been really busy at work. They've had me going and coming back and forth to the new treatment plant. Besides, we don't spend enough time together anyway. How about you, what did you do today?" I took her hand in mind and looked over at her already knowing what she really did.

"I was here all day. Maurice came by and went over some stuff that's coming up. They're starting up a new office in Austin and I may have to go down there for a couple of days to train some of the people down there. But it won't be for a while so we'll see." I got up from the sofa.

"I've gotta go pee! I'll be right back. You need anything?" I said as I started down the hallway to the bathroom. As I turned on the light and lifted the seat to the toilet I happened to glance down at the trash can. While it was full of Kleenex there were also a couple of brightly colored objects in the pile as well. I finished, flushed the toilet and turned on the water in the sink to mask the sound of me going through the trash. I couldn't believe it. It was a pregnancy test kit. I looked and the strip and it was confirming a pregnancy. There were also a couple of condom wrappers mixed in with the used Kleenex. I stuffed the pregnancy kit and the condom wrappers in my pocket, turned off the water and started back to the living room.

No wonder Marci had an 'upset' stomach. Hell, she was pregnant and since the baby couldn't be mine, the odds of it being black were pretty good. These items would be welcome additions to my collection of incriminating evidence against her. All I could do was smile. The bitch is going to get it in 'spades' I thought.

I walked back out to the living room and sat down next to her. She was extremely quiet and withdrawn as I put my arm around her.

"I'm sorry you don't feel well." I said. I reached over and put my hand on her tummy, rubbing her flat stomach. "Maybe you should go to the doctor."

"I'll be ok." She said. "I think I'm just tired."

"Then it's off to bed with you young lady!" I said as I took her hand and stood up. "I've got a big day tomorrow too and don't you have to work tomorrow night?" She got up and walked with me to the bedroom. I took off my clothes.

"Yeah, but I think I'm going to sleep in." She said as we crawled into bed and turned off the lights. "Mike!" she said as she lay next to me on her side. "Mike I..." she paused.

"What honey?" I said rolling over to face her. Tears were rolling down her eyes.

"We need to talk about our lives and where we're going." She confided as she put her hand on my arm and began rubbing against me.

"Sure honey!" I said trying to sound empathetic. "Did I do something or what's wrong?" I was trying to draw her out as I wondered if she really didn't want to tell me about her activities.

"Not tonight! It's late and I don't feel well. Maybe this weekend?"

"Aw come on honey!" I said as I pulled her close to me. "Now you've got me worried!"

"I'm sorry!" She said. "It's just that we haven't been spending enough time together and I know it's because of my job and working nights, and well..." there was a long pause before she continued. "I... I really do love you Mike."

"Look!" I said. "Is it your job? You could quit and find something else if you want. We're ok without you working. I just want you to be happy!"

"No, no it's not that easy. I... I guess I really do like my job. I just hate the hours. You work days and I'm working nights and therefore we never see each other. I don't know... I just feel like... I just want to spend some time figuring out where we're going with our life together."

My mind was racing. I couldn't tell whether she was trying to get us closer or whether she was trying to say we were heading in opposite directions (which obviously we were) and we should split up. I really didn't know what to tell her and pondered telling her all that I knew. I didn't say anything for a minute or two.

"Look, you're sick and tired. This weekend there will be time to think about things!" I finally said. "Let's get some sleep O.K." I could see her nodding her head up and down against the pillow.

"OK!" she said. "I do love you Mike!"

"Shuuu... " I said. "You sleep baby! Things are gonna work out the way they will!" I hoped I had said the right thing as I didn't want to let my anger out right then. "You need to sleep." I kissed her on the cheek has she closed her eyes and started off to dreamland. Chapter Six

She never came back to the house after our confrontation at the adult store on Friday night. On Saturday morning the locksmith came and changed all the locks to the place as I packed her clothes and boxed up some of the personal things that were hers. I cancelled all of the credit cards we shared and I stored her stuff in the garage. I can't say that it was easy to do. Several times I wondered if I shouldn't have just finished it that night she wanted to talk.

The Friday night confrontation went as planned, though I really didn't get as much satisfaction out of it as I thought I would. Funny, she never said a word until I threatened to send copies of all the pictures and movies to her parents in Nebraska. The big black guy, Maurice her boss was beaming, though I could tell he wanted to beat the shit out of me. The feeling was mutual as far as I was concerned.

I went back to work on Monday, pulling everything out of the bank and opening a new account at a different one. By the following Friday I was pretty well into the single living routine. Over the next week, I stopped getting mail for her and the lawyer called and said he had receive back the signed papers from her agreeing to everything I had asked for. He said she would have someone come by and pick up her things and they would call before they came. I guess my threats and evidence worked.

Ninety days later, the final divorce decree was issued. I spent five minutes in the judges' chambers with my lawyer. Marci was there with Maurice and we never said a word to one another. She was a totally different person than the woman I had originally married. She didn't look pregnant so who knows what the story there is.

To this day I've never seen one of her porn movies, though Ted tells me she is now a mega-star in the X-rated world. He said she even has her own line of adult products and clothes. I guess she's hit the big time which is alright with me. I don't hate her, I just never want to see her again.

I sold the house and bought another one in a small suburb north of here. I enjoy spending time in my back yard and by the pool. Once a week I still get together with the guys, though our group is dwindling in numbers. It seems they're all getting married, raising k**s, or maybe just getting to old for boy's night out.