Black Neighbor, White Wife

Barb Turner loves her husband Dave. She just wishes they had a better love life. He’s a bit too quick on the trigger and often leaves her wanting more. She feels doomed to live a life of quiet desperation until Carlos moves in to the apartment downstairs. He is tall, black – and young Denzel Washington gorgeous. Carlos has a strange effect on her body whenever she runs into him, like there is extra electricity in the air. Being a good wife, she would never cheat, she tells herself, but she does fantasize about him often during her “alone time” sessions.
One day, she runs into Carlos in the downstairs laundry room and her fantasy suddenly becomes all too real. It hadn’t been planned, it had just happened, as if it were bigger than the both of them. It is also the best sex she had ever had. Now she is torn between her desire for Carlos and her promise to her husband. She resists temptation for quite a while – until she discovers some cuckold web sites on her husband’s laptop that indicates he has had his own fantasies, ones that might dovetail nicely with hers – if she can get up the nerve to talk to him about it.
How can a good wife tell her husband she loves him but she wants to cheat – and she wants him to be OK with it?