Is She for Real or an April Fool's Joke?
A husband trying to decipher if his wife meant what she said or not.
Lara woke me up fiercely one night, and my fear was immediate—someone had broken into our home, and I needed to go see what to do about it.
“No, it’s nothing like that, darling,” she held me back as I was about to jump out of bed. “I just thought of something,” she said. “Something just occurred to me, and I wanted to share it with you.”
I switched on my bedside light to get a good look at her face. She looked bubbly like she had something burning inside, and she wanted to get it out. I assumed she was having a fever. I felt the back of my palm against her skin and came away with nothing.
“Do you need a pill, Lara?”
“I’m not sick, George,” she swiped my hand away. “This has nothing to do with my health. It’s something I want to share with you, something that’s got me thinking.”
“Okay, all right,” I adjusted myself. “What is it, Lara?”
She took a moment to gather her thoughts. “I’ve decided I think it’s right, and it’s time I get Blacked.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“You know what I mean; stop being silly. I want to get Blacked; I want to have a black man in bed with me. I want to fuck a black cock. Is that clear enough for you?”
I was speechless for a moment. My weary brain was struggling to come up with a response.
“Well, aren’t you going to say something?” Lara prodded me.
“Can we leave this until morning, please? I need to get some sleep.”
Lara didn’t like that. She turned around in a huff and fell asleep; I shook my head and did likewise.
Morning came, and I got up, showered, and then got into my clothes to head to work. Lara was in the kitchen making breakfast. I kissed her and told her good morning; she replied, and then I sat opposite her and ate. I was sipping my coffee when something odd occurred to me that made me look at her.
“What day is today?”
“April first,” she said, minding her food.
“Oh. Were you serious about what you said last night?”
“What did I say?” She looked at me.
“About you wanting to get blacked. Or was that my imagination?”
“April Fool, honey. You’d best eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”
She went back to eating her meal like she had dismissed the conversation. I sat there like an idiot, watching her, trying to figure out whatever could be going on in my wife’s head. Lara can be funny sometimes, but being weird and funny is a new one. I shook my head and continued with my meal, figuring it was nothing but an April Fool’s joke after all.
I finished my meal, grabbed my briefcase, planted a kiss on her cheek, and told her I’d call her later. She acknowledged my kiss and told me to have a great day. I left the house, got into my car, and drove to work.
Hours later, I’m in my office, drumming my pen on my desk blotter, still reflecting on what Lara said last night. I kept thinking, what if she was serious? Yes, we had talked before about me wanting to come home and catch her fucking a black man. I’d repeated the request repeatedly to the point that Lara warned me to quit bringing up the subject whenever we cuddled in bed. I still raised the topic now and then, but not as fervently as I once used to, until the time came when I eventually stopped.
That was until she surprised me last night.
What the fuck was I to do about this dilemma now: was she being serious or pranking me with an April Fool-type joke?
What do you think?
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Most white women today want to experience sex with a black man. It’s normal & those who do it love it & do it again & again. It’s true, most black men do get white women off really good. Sure beats the boredom of same old same old from the husband
She DID mean what she said about wanting to be blacked, but she's using the "April Fool's" prank as a convenient way for her to mock-deny her true urges and leave YOU to arrange things for her. That way she can claim that she "only did it to please you"...when we know the opposite is true. its called "plausible deniability".