False ID
By Kathy B.

The usual disclaimers apply. If you are underage, read a comic book. 
If you don't approve, read The National Review. Otherwise, enjoy.

Kathybxx@hotmail.com


I'm your basic mother, wife and career woman. Pretty much in that 
order, too. My kids come first, then my husband Brian, then my job. 
My own needs were ranked a distant fourth, about even with doing 
housework and regular visits to the dentist.

Pretty gloomy, huh? Actually, for most of my marriage I didn't mind. 
I ranked things in that order because I wanted to. Nobody forced me. 
The kids were happy, Brian was happy, I was happy.

Until about three years ago. That's when I looked in the mirror and 
realized I was approaching forty and I still hadn't experienced much 
of life. We don't travel a lot, our tastes are simple and Brian was 
the only man I'd ever made love with. I decided I needed to live a 
little before I got too old to enjoy it.

I lost weight, got back in shape and rediscovered my sex drive. I had 
no plans to cheat on Brian but I wanted to rekindle the lust in our 
marriage. Fat chance. Smokey the Bear would have been proud; that 
fire was OUT. Brian never even noticed my sexier clothes and any 
attempts I made to spice up our sex life fell flat.

After humiliating myself a few times with silly clothes, chocolate 
syrup and one memorable evening out in the garage that nearly 
required a hospital visit, I gave up trying to arouse him. He liked 
plain vanilla sex, once a week, nothing else. I retreated into the 
bedroom to masturbate with fantasy lovers.

It worked for a while but then I just started getting hornier. The 
more I tried to masturbate and fantasize, the more I thought about 
everything I was missing. I got more and more frustrated. The kids 
knew something was wrong, Brian knew something was wrong, but we 
didn't talk about it. How do you tell your husband that his cock 
isn't enough any more?

Finally, I sat down and told him I thought we needed to separate for 
a while. I didn't tell him the truth, I just said I thought I needed 
some time to myself. Once he got over the shock, he actually took it 
pretty well; I think he must have known I was unhappy. We agreed to 
wait until summer, after school was over.

Apparently Brian thought about it and figured out that the only thing 
wrong with our marriage was my overactive libido. Two months after we 
agreed to separate, he came to me.

"Kathy, do you remember Connie Sutherland?"

"What about it?" I asked, not sure why he was asking. 'Connie 
Sutherland' was the name on a fake ID that I used when I was in 
college. I was almost a year younger than everyone else so I used it 
to be able to go places with my friends. I threw the ID away on my 
eighteenth birthday.

"I've been thinking. I know you haven't seen her in a while, but do 
you think you could give her a call? I was telling one of my vendors 
about her and he said he'd love to go out with her. I think she'd 
like him, too."

I had no clue what Brian was talking about. 'Connie Sutherland' was 
just a name, not a real person. "Brian, I don't... "

"I know what you're going to say, honey. You haven't seen Connie 
since college and you don't know if she'd even be interested. I did 
some checking, though. From what I hear, she could use a date. I 
think she's horny." He grinned.

Dense me, I finally figured out what he was saying. "Is this some 
kind of joke?"

"Not at all. Jack Holgren and I were talking today and I just think 
he'd be perfect for Connie. He's handsome, witty and a lot of fun. 
When I described Connie, he got really excited. I think they'd have a 
great time together. I promised him I'd set him up with her," he 
finished.

I was in shock. I couldn't believe it. My husband wanted me to go out 
with another guy! "Brian, are you sure this is a good idea?. I mean, 
we're already having problems."

"I think it's just what everybody needs, Kathy. What do you think?"

Stunned, I nodded. "Ok."

"Perfect. I told Jack I was sure Connie would agree. I made 
arrangements for him to meet her at Fiddler's bar at eight. Why don't 
you take a shower and get ready." Before I knew what was happening, 
Brian herded me into the bathroom.

While I showered, I tried to decide if I should go through with this. 
Brian was willing to let me go out with another guy but he wanted me 
to pretend to be someone else. Well, our marriage was almost shot 
anyway. What difference did it make? Besides, if I didn't like the 
guy I could always bail out.

When I got out of the shower, Brian had already laid out one of my 
best outfits, not supper sexy but low cut. I quickly dressed, opting 
at the last minute for heels rather than flats. As I came down the 
stairs, my son asked where I was going. I started to stammer but 
Brian interrupted.

"A friend of Mommy's has a date tonight and your mother is 
babysitting for her."

"Why are you dressed up?" quizzed my daughter Ashley.

"After her friend gets home, she and Mommy might stop for a drink," 
Brian smoothly replied. Satisfied, the kids went on their way. Brian 
gave me a big grin and herded me out the door.

I got to the bar and was surprised to discover that Jack was a tall, 
well-built black man about five years my junior. I was nervous but he 
immediately put me at ease, smiling and shaking my hand.

Dinner went quickly. I constructed a life for 'Connie,' close enough 
to my own to remember the lies, but with a few extra flairs. Jack was 
very attentive and I realized at the end of the meal that Brian was 
right; I was very attracted to him.

After dinner, we sat in the bar for a couple of hours, chatting and 
dancing a little. I had a great time, better than I'd had in years. 
Despite my attraction to him, I still didn't know what to make of the 
whole situation so I gently refused when he asked me back to his 
apartment. He walked me to my car and we kissed for a few minutes, 
Jack's body pressing me back against the door. I let his hands roam 
freely over my breasts as he pressed his erection against me. I could 
feel myself getting wetter and wetter as Jack drove his tongue into 
my mouth and squeezed my nipples through my dress. When he pulled 
back I was gasping for air.

Finally we said goodbye, setting a date for the following week, and I 
hurried home. The house was dark but Brian turned over as soon as I 
got into bed.

"Well, do you think she liked him?"

I smiled in the dark. "Yes, I think she did. You never told me he was 
black. Why did you choose him?"

"I know Connie," Jack replied. "I think she needs a chance to cut 
loose. I'm just trying to help."

I hugged him in the darkness. "Thank you," I whispered in his ear.

The next night Brian told me he'd been talking to Jack. "He really 
likes Connie," he said. "He said she has a great body and he loves 
her tits. I told you they'd be perfect. He can't wait to get her in 
the sack."

"You talked to him about it? What did he tell you?"

"He told me everything. She was sucking on his tongue and dryhumping 
him, right in the parking lot! He said her tits were huge, 
practically falling out of her dress." Brian came up and nuzzled my 
neck. "He said she was really hot!"

"Is he always going to tell you about their dates?"

"You bet. I made him promise to give me the skinny before I set them 
up. I thought you'd have fun hearing what a slut your friend is."

The next week went fast. Brian and I were getting along really well. 
Every night he would talk about 'Connie,' discussing how sexy and 
horny she always seemed to be. All the talking made me really horny 
but he never initiated anything. By the time my next date with Jack 
rolled around, I was climbing the walls.

This time when he asked me back to his apartment, I readily agreed. 
We were barely inside the door when he peeled my dress off. I moaned 
as he hefted my breasts through my bra, then quickly pulled it out 
and let them swing free. He knelt and sucked on first one nipple, 
then the other as he worked my stockings and panties off. I gasped as 
I felt a thick finger push deep inside me, then pull out and stroke 
my clit.

I don't know if it was the arousal from cheating on Brian, the thrill 
of being with a black man or just great technique, but I was so horny 
I started thrusting my bottom onto his finger, trying to climax. He 
teased me, though, pulling out every time I got close. Soon I was 
whimpering incoherently.

When he stood up it was my turn. I stripped his shirt and ran my 
hands over his well-muscled chest and flat stomach. When I knelt to 
pull his pants down, my lips brushed his erection. I kissed it 
through the cloth, blowing hot breathe onto it. Finally I pulled his 
underwear down and got my first look at his cock. It was beautiful. 
The color was a rich, dark, chocolate, the head a slightly lighter 
shade. It was large and thick, much bigger than Brian's. Bigger even 
though it was semi-erect, a fat tube arcing out over a large set of 
testicles and down toward the floor. I slipped a hand over it and 
lifted it toward my mouth.

I've given Brian lots of blowjobs through the years. Birthdays, 
Christmas, promotions, each one often was rewarded with oral sex. I 
never truly enjoyed it, though. It was an obligation. I wanted to 
suck Jack's cock, though. I wanted to take it as deep in my mouth as 
I could, I wanted to feel his knees buckle as he groaned in ecstasy 
and I wanted to feel his nuts tighten as he pumped a load of cum into 
my stomach.

I did, too. I couldn't take his whole cock into my mouth, it was just 
too big. I settled for polishing it until it shone in the dim light, 
then sucking as much of it in as I could. It didn't take long for him 
to shudder and start pushing his cock into my mouth as I felt the 
underside throb. Soon a hot jet hit my tonsils, followed by several 
more blasts of his thick seed.

Jack never lost his erection. He pushed me down onto my back and 
pressed his cockhead against my cunt. I was so wet he entered me 
easily, bottoming out in about four strokes. He grabbed my boobs and 
lifted them to his lips as he started pounding me hard. His cock was 
so big it rubbed my clit as it slid in and out. Within minutes I had 
my first orgasm of the night. I was screaming and thrusting my hips 
up against him as he drove in deeply. After two more orgasms, I 
finally felt him stiffen and fill my cunt with his cum.

We eventually moved to the bed where we had sex three more times, 
ending with him fucking me doggie style, fucking me as hard as he 
could while my boobs swung wildly beneath my chest. Afterwards, I 
licked his cock clean.

When I got out of bed my knees were so weak I could hardly stand. I 
felt like I'd run a marathon. Moving slowly, I dressed and made my 
way home. After a long hot shower I fell into bed and was instantly 
asleep.

The next night, Brian could barely wait for the kids to go to bed. As 
soon as they were tucked in, he told me he'd spoken to Jack that day.

"I told you Connie's a slut, Kathy. Jack says he fucked her silly but 
she couldn't get enough. She loves his big black cock." Brian went on 
to describe my previous evening in complete detail. I got wet again, 
just hearing it. "So what does Connie think of him?"

"I think you're right. I think she needs his big cock. I think she 
needs a chance to be a slut," I replied, looking at him to see if he 
flinched.

To my relief, he grinned. "Well, she'll get that chance with Jack. He 
can't wait to get some more of her pussy. He promised to tell me all 
the details, too, so I'll let you know how it goes."

I grinned. "I can't wait to hear them."

"There's just one thing," Brian said. "Jack's afraid he might not be 
able to keep up with her, she's such a cockhungry whore. He's 
thinking of setting her up with some of her friends, too. Do you 
think she'd like that?"

"Are you kidding?" I asked. "I think Connie is so horny she could 
take on anybody he wanted."

"That's what I told him," Brian said. "You wouldn't believe some of 
the ideas he has for her."
