A husky chuckle sounded before she heard the reply."And, what makes you think he will return to you? Think, Madame. Do you honestly believe he will re...urn after you dealt him so deep a wound?"Christine shook her head."I ... I did nothing of the sort. I only kept my promise to him. I did not lie to him. I told him the truth."A rather inelegant snort was the reply."The truth? And, just what is this truth of which you speak so passionately? Is it really the truth? Or, is it your truth? Is it his?. But my husband sensed that I wanted to go a little further with my adventures. He suggested that I try sex with a black man. For me, it was like winning the lotto, the idea of finally acting on a longtime sexual fantasy. I had married at a very young age and had not done much dating before my husband, so the opportunity just hadn’t come along. But like I said before, I’d always had a strong attraction to black men, but how to get started? I consider myself incredibly lucky in that respect,. And I knew she was right. Manipulation was the name of the game. It sounds cold and calculating when I write it down, but if it's either them or you on the end of the string... better it be them."You need to be a cheerleader, Polly," Tara continued. "It will get you out in front of lots of people, stage experience, and maybe, if the Langousta team wins All-City, you'll get some exposure in the papers..."Her eyes, the pupils mere pinheads, gleamed dully. "And speaking of exposure, lover, imagine. She should find a husband soon,” I said.“I think she will be wed within the year, two at most. She knows who she wants as her husband and she has a plan,” she snickered.“Knowing Bergoa, if she has a plan, her target won’t know what hit him until it’s too late,” I laughed.“I think you’re right, husband. However, enough talk. Time to practice making me pregnant,” she growled as she raised her hips to drive my recovered erection into her. We finally quit after three attempts to make her pregnant..