The Awakening of Alexis – Part 1I can’t say that I really regret anything that’s happened. Step by step it’s been unbelievably exciting. Let me explain what happened.I am in my late forties and Alexis, my wife of some 18 years, is the same age. She is tall, fairly slim, with brown eyes and hair, smallish breasts, and with lots of light brown pubic hair. Our sex life has been drab to say the least and as our sex has dropped off, I’ve tried to find new ways to excite her. I have never been adulterous and, to my knowlege, nor has she, although there have been times when she’s disappeared for hours on end, seen movies ‘by herself’, that sort of thing, but rarely. She hasn’t been interested in adult films, or ‘devices’ like dildos or vibrators, or much of anything else, but some hints about her past (before we married) gave me some ideas for trying to spice things up.She grew up in Africa and apparently had numerous ‘encounters’ with other men before meeting me. Like meeting them in hotels, taking road trips with lots of sex, that sort of thing. She also was a teacher at a school for colored boys and she told me several times how exciting that was, what a ‘gas’ it was, etc., but without giving any details. Some years ago, I also found in her papers a couple of books or booklets about race relations with passages relating to large private parts, women desiring ‘primitive’ sexual excitement, and similar things, underlined or circled, presumably by her.I have tried to discuss sexual things with her and pleaded with her to tell me her fantasies and interests, and what turns her on. Each time she just got impatient with me, or angry, or changed the subject. She denied having any fantasies or special interests. I have my own fantasies of course, plenty of them, but I’ve always been embarrassed by them and kept them from her (not that she’s asked, she hasn’t). Most of my sexual thoughts involve interracial sex, mainly black men with white women, and a şahinbey escort lot of the time I transpose Alexis for the women in these thoughts. It turns me on tremendously to imagine her in these situations and encounters.I admit to feeling ashamed about it. I guess because of the taboos, the upbringings in which whites and blacks were kept apart – especially sexually – and also the racial exploitation aspect. These were the reasons why this side of my imagination always was kept apart from our real-life marriage. But the urges, the desires, just kept building and building. Sometimes it was just intoxicating, I mean thinking about her and being part of these fantasies. And by that I mean seeing her being pleasured like never before by dark-skinned men with large penises, with huge staying power, with tremendous semen loads. Seeing her enjoying it during prolonged lovemaking sessions with these men, orgasming, and all that, just dominated so many of my private thoughts.Anyway, I finally got up the gumption to really talk to her. I begged her to share some fantasies with me, and as usual she denied she had any. I then started telling her about my own. We were sitting together on the couch and I watched her reactions carefully. Just releasing these things to her and watching her listening, turned me on immensely, my cock hardening, and my mouth and throat going dry. As I described black men with white women in various sexual activities, she listened to this in a ‘tolerant’ kind of way like it was the most normal thing in the world. I went on to say that I really liked seeing interracial black on white films. Her listening to all this without getting upset, encouraged me to even say that my biggest turn on was for HER to be in these situations and with myself watching and stroking myself.That didn’t seem to bother her, although her expression changed a bit and she asked ‘you mean this as a fantasy, and NOT the real thing, right?’ I said yes, and she said that she didn’t have a problem with it then. I talked some more about the interracial films and asked her if she minded if I discussed them. She said no, and encouraged me to describe them.I discussed a couple of films in some detail and she admitted that my describing them was turning her on but that she didn’t want to actually view any of the films. She talked about the thing of men being visually excitable when women usually aren’t. But after some prodding she relented a bit and said that she would be willing to see some films with me but would leave it to me to select them. THAT excited me tremendously, as well as our conversation, because it was a huge new ‘beginning’ of sorts in our sex life.That evening I went through my collection and picked out ‘Behind the Green Door’, the Marilyn Chambers flick where she is kidnapped by devotees of a sex club and forced into a group sexual encounter after being ravished by a black man. I was very pleased and also more than a bit surprised when Alexis agreed to view the film with me. I got everything ready in our bedroom upstairs – towels, pillows, vaseline, and got the film ready in the VCR. I was almost shaking with excitement when Alexis finally came upstairs. We got undressed and stretched out on the bed. I persuaded her to position herself with a good view of the tv and in such a way that I could have access to her body while she watched the film. She was cooperative in everything, which turned me on all the more.I started up the film and after a few minutes started stroking her thighs, in time working my way to stroking around her vagina. She was watching the woman on the screen first being sexually serviced by numerous white women and then being laid down for more cunnilingus by them, when a door opened and the black actor appeared. The music changed to a kind of hypnotic beat as he moved and swayed to it, he being topless and wearing short trousers with a big hole cut in them for his penis and testicles to be exposed. They swayed as he moved and I could see Alexis observing every detail.At his point I took some vaseline and starting stroking it onto her clitoris and her pubic lips. She took some vaseline too and lubricated my cock and began slowly stroking it. The screen showed the black man licking and sucking at the white woman’s pubic area, working her clitoris and getting his tongue deep into her vagina. Alexis took in every detail of this too and was clearly becoming aroused. At one point she moved my hand away from her vagina. I asked her if anything was wrong. She said ‘no, I just don’t want to come too soon.’ I asked her if she liked the film. She replied ‘I must be enjoying it, I nearly came just now.’Once the best parts of the film ended, I entered her and we fucked for a short while before we both had strong orgasms. She said that was only the second time in her life that she had seen a pornographic film. Apparently the first time had involved a similar kind of flick, of a black man having lustful intercourse with a white woman and, coincidentally, with the same kind of hypnotic beat and a ‘taboo’ sort of atmosphere. But, it was hard getting details out of her on that film, as if it were something she just didn’t want to talk about or ‘couldn’t remember’.We had a few lovemaking sessions after that where she didn’t want to see any more films, but didn’t mind me describing them verbally to her as we stroked each other and made love. The talk seemed to arouse her a great deal and she said that she visualized the details in her mind and admitted that it did turn her on. She insisted though that the interracial part was irrelevant to her, but I didn’t believe her – especially since this quickly became a staple of our lovemaking.I knew that persuading her to go all the way into meeting my fantasy desires was just a complete non-starter – at least at this stage – but I also knew that if I took things step by tentative step then at least the door would be kept open so to speak.