The Zebra Lounge First Visit

A young couple, Todd and Miranda would be visiting The Zebra Lounge soon. It would be their first visit there, only Miranda was not aware of the plan yet. Miranda was unaware because Todd had not told her about their plans because he was not sure how he was going to convince her to go.

Over a year had passed since Todd's fantasy had become an obsession for him, however an interest in interracial had simmered in the back of his mind for years, even before Miranda and he had exchanged their wedding vows.

Todd was fascinated by pictures and videos that he had seen that showed a dominant and athletic black male giving a pretty blond white girl all she could handle. Marrying Miranda had provided him with a more vivid image to use within his fantasies, which mostly haunted him at night in bed while Miranda slept beside him.

At first, he welcomed her into his imagined scenarios because it made it easier for him to create his mind plays. The black men would vary, depending upon which black actor he had most recently seen in a film because Todd's world was filled with nothing but Caucasian men. In fact, the small county in Tennessee where he and Miranda lived was ninety-eight percent Caucasian and it seemed whiter than that. In high school, one of his friends had even joked that the county should be renamed White County because of its lack of Hispanic, Asian, or African Americans while surrounding counties tended to match more closely with state-wide statistics.

Todd had long since forgotten that his interest was initially fostered when his mother had taken him with her to the local grocery store where Todd, barely five years old at the time, had seen his first African American.

Seeing a fellow human being with such a radically different appearance had blasted itself into Todd's psyche. The black man had not been alone in the grocery store that spring day. With him was a blonde-haired white woman, with very pale skin that contrasted significantly with the man who stood close beside her.

As Todd grew older, his fascination with people of color, as his father had called them, grew each time he encountered such a man or a woman. Were it not for his father's hatreds and bigotry, Todd would have wanted to become like the man he had seen when he was still young, black, virile, and sexually attractive.

A major factor in choosing Miranda to be his wife was rooted in the recesses of his mind because of her blond hair and fair complexion. When Todd asked Miranda to marry him, they were still high school sophomores although they had enough sense to wait until after their high school graduation before starting their lives together. Like Todd, Miranda was also unaccustomed to being around people of different races.

Miranda was always the practical one, using her common sense as the foundation upon which the two of them lived and although they were far from prosperous people, Miranda managed to set aside some money into their savings out of every paycheck. People who knew them both would consider Miranda to be the head of the household, however Todd was actually somewhat smarter than Miranda. Todd's interracial fantasies were enhanced because of his creative and imaginative mind. With the time to perfect his skills, Todd might have become a writer however; he ended up working in manual labor positions and his current job was at a local lumber mill. Miranda worked as a cashier in a chain restaurant near the highway.

Todd's right brain orientation may have accounted for his love of reading however often, his topics of choice might be questionable. Todd had never felt any desire to read history, biographies, or other non-fiction titles yet he had a passion for science fiction and fantasy, that is, until he discovered erotica. Recently, he had learned of an author by the name of Long John O'Tool who specialized in interracial stories. Without O'Tool's stories, Todd's driven state of mind about seeing Miranda with a black man may have never surfaced.

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Three hundred miles away from where Todd and Miranda lived, Tyrone was just leaving Benny and Janet's house, after spending two hours deep inside Janet's cunt while her husband Benny sat back and enjoyed the show.

Tyrone knew how to make an interracial cuckold smile and he did his job well that afternoon. He had busted two nuts inside Janet and now he had a big smile on his face, as did Janet and Benny. Tyrone was Janet's favorite and today's encounter had been the tenth time he had been with her but, as Janet might say, "Whose counting?"

Benny didn't really care who his wife fucked as long as he was black, had a big black cock, and let him watch. If Janet liked Tyrone, he liked Tyrone.

The three of them often visited The Zebra Lounge although never together; at least they did not arrive together. Benny knew his wife had an insatiable curiosity and often it had to be someone new for her to give her what she needed. Benny wished that he had kept track of all the black men Janet had fucked at least once. After fifteen years, he knew it would have been a very long list.

One night soon, Todd, Miranda, Benny, Janet, and Tyrone would meet at The Zebra Lounge, where dreams come true, where black does white, and very well at that. This is the story of how that night came about and what occurred before the sun arose the next morning.