The personality of Avery Ave. changed quite a bit over the 18 months since that infamous Fourth of July party. Several homes changed hands and new neighbors arrived and I said goodbye to some old friends. Most prominent among them was my closest friend Joe. He decided to move in with Caroline. She owned a rather nice loft downtown. While I missed my friend I knew a black man was better off living with a white girl in a more liberal part of the city. Unfortunately along with Joe went his Fourth of July party. There were actually some people standing in front of his old house on the night of the first fireworks display the first year after Joe moved. I guess they were expecting a party but the young couple that had moved in just didn’t get it so the neighborhood’s most festive night went away with my friend, Joe.
The big change for me was that I had gotten married to Lis. We had gotten past what had happened that night after the party. One night Lis had told me the truth regarding her experience. How it had actually felt to be with Maarq. Still she wanted a life with me and that was good enough. I found that I loved Lis far too much to let her go. There was enough blame to go around that night and we decided to move ahead. Besides that night was the last time we had seen Maarq and that helped a lot. Lis and I concentrated on each other and six months later we got married.
Meanwhile the other significant home sale was at the end of Lowell St. A couple moved onto the most opulent house in the neighborhood. Daniel Crainer was a banker in his mid fifties and his wife Catherine was in her early fifties and a psychiatrist. They had no kids and seemed to be quite wealthy. I had seen Daniel only a few of times, once when I was introduced to the couple at a party and a couple of times when he was out doing yard work. He had an extensive travel schedule. It was Catherine who had gotten to know everyone in the neighborhood. She was very outgoing and a beautiful woman. She was the kind of older woman that I used to fantasize about as a young boy.
It was cold when I awoke. The kind of day where a choice between getting out of bed and getting a root canal was a tough decision to make. I wanted to curl up next to my wife and stay there all day. It was a Sunday and I might have gotten away with it. I reached over and slide my hand into Lis’ pajama tops. I gently ran my finger over one of her nipples. I got a response of “Sleep!” and my hand was unceremoniously brushed away. I rolled over and got out of bed. If it had been early morning sleepiness that had been budding Lis I wouldn’t have minded but the simple fact was that lately her sex drive was pretty low and it hadn’t always been that way.
The snow had been coming down hard for most of the night. There was a solid 10 inches on the ground and while the deluge had stopped there was more on the way. It was turning into a hell of a New England winter. I put on my boots and coat and I went to the garage. It was just before 7 am and I was the first one out to clear my sidewalk and driveway. The moisture in the air was so thick I could chew on it. There was only one color anywhere I looked, grey. It was as if I had gone completely color blind. I thought it was all at once the worst and best about living in New England.
As I walked my snow blower up and down my long driveway I couldn’t get Lis out of my mind. I couldn’t understand her. I had a good friend from college. Fred was 6′-3″ in great shape and the only thing he had going for him more than his good looks was his family wealth. Needless to say Fred got his share of gorgeous women. I always remembered Fred saying that with women looks had nothing to do with sexual ability or desire. In fact the best fuck Ol’Freddie claimed to have had was a 50 yr old, overweight friend of his mother. Lis was beautiful. She would have been at the top of Fred’s or anyone’s list. It would have been okay if Lis was an unenthusiastic lover. I had married her for more than her looks or sexual prowess. She had become my best friend. Still when we started going out Lis was incredible in bed. She was in perfect shape, a physical and sexual athlete. While she still had that incredible body something was bothering Lis and it was showing in the bedroom.
I had finished with my sidewalk and was starting on Mrs. Herney’s sidewalk. She was our neighbor and was on the corner of Avery Ave. and Lowell St. She was a widow and I had been doing her walk for a few years. I had known her husband Jack. He had died at only 55. Mrs. Herney had been a beautiful woman and at about 60 she was holding on to the last vestiges of that beauty. She had been a showgirl out in Las Vegas back in the day and she had the long powerful legs to prove it. I had admonished myself more than once to stop staring at her legs whenever I saw her wearing the right outfit around the neighborhood. As I turned the corner to do Pat Herney’s Lowell St. section I noticed the Crainer’s house at the end of the cul-de-sac. I figured that Daniel was out of town so when I finished with Mrs. Herney’s walk I started down to the end of the road. I got through with the front sidewalk as more snow started to fall. I worked my way up to the walkway that led to the house. I had just finished when the front door opened and Catherine greeted me.
“So you’re the chivalrous one in the neighborhood.” She gushed in her husky Texas accent.
“Well I guess I needed what little exercise you get from walking behind a snow blower.”
“Come in for some hot chocolate.”
I readily accepted the beautiful blonde’s invitation. I followed her into the house and took off my jacket. I found that I had indeed been sweating. Catherine was already in her kitchen so I walked through the living room to meet her. I noticed that the room was decorated with some very expensive artwork. The one theme that jumped out was that the Crainer’s were collectors of African art. The painting above the fireplace was of a couple of zebras charging across the African plains. In addition the blankets on the couches were black and white and there were a couple of woodcarvings of zebras.
After a brief inspection I made my way into the kitchen. It was large and very modern. All the appliances were commercial grade. I sat at a long rectangular table in the middle of the room. Catherine came over with a couple of mugs steaming with hot chocolate and sat across from me at the table. I noticed how young she looked even at 8:30 in the morning. There were just a few crow’s feet around her dark blue eyes and her cheekbones stood out like apples. It was easy to get turned on by this woman.
“You really seem to like the African art especially zebras it seems.” I asked inquisitively.
“Oh it started out as just simple hobby but I am afraid that I have become really attached to that animal. I guess I’m a real addict to black on white art.” She chuckled as she sipped her drink.
“Well it looks very nice.”
“Thank you. Most importantly I have to say I really apprecialte you coming down here. Daniel’s away until Tuesday and I don’t know any kids in the neighborhood.”
“That’s what I figured. So when I finished with Pat’s I came down here.”
“Mrs. Herney too? You really are a hero.”
“Well I just felt like being outside so what the heck.” I admitted.
“Outside? Today? Denny there’s a blizzard falling from the clouds out there.”
One look out the bank of windows behind Catherine and I saw that the snow had developed into almost white out conditions again.
“I don’t care.” I said quietly.
“We all need time to think.” Catherine smiled at me and took a sip of her hot chocolate.
“Sure.” Was all I could muster.
“Anything else you want to talk about?” Catherine leaned in a little closer.
Oh Lis and I are getting along fine. I guess as long as your marriage is going at 80% that’s as much as you can ask for.”
“It depends on which 20% is out of sync.” I suddenly remembered how Catherine earned her living. “Anything I can help with?”
“Oh I don’t know Catherine I guess Lis has been working real hard lately.” I wasn’t sure how far to take this with Catherine.
“Too tired for the bedroom? You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. That’s the way it is for all of us at one point or another.” She explained.
“Maybe I shouldn’t worry.”
“Well if you’re worried let’s talk about it. When did Lis start feeling tired? In other words when did she become less active sexually?”
“It didn’t happen overnight. Our sex life was great before we were married and that certainly continued for a while afterwards. If I had to pinpoint it I would say about 8 months ago.” I told Catherine.
“Quite a long time to be unhappy.” She consoled me.
“I haven’t had a relationship expert as a neighbor before.”
“Aha! How true. Have you had any bumps in the road before 8 months ago?”
“That’s when Maarq Watson came rushing back like a punch to my face. All I could think of was my wife going down on him and then taking his big black dick between her thighs. I couldn’t believe this blunder was going to rear its ugly head again.
“Not really.” I murmured.
“Denny if I am going to help you with some advice I need to know everything. couples therapy is what I do.” Catherine had seen right through me.
I couldn’t just walk away now. My neighbor knew I had a very personal problem. At least she was a professional. Catherine would have to keep this to herself so I began to tell her the tale of Maarq and my wife. How he had tricked us into the game of caps and then taken his prize, Lis. Through the whole story Catherine listened intently. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. I was also turned on. I was telling the story to a very sexy woman.
“Denny tell me. You know a lot of detail. Did you witness this sexual act?” Catherine inquired after I finished telling her about the night.
“Ugh yea.” I admitted shamefully.
“Does Lis know you watched?” Catherine followed up.
“Oh no I know she doesn’t know.”
“Denny allow me to get even more personal if I could. Did you masturbate while Lis and that black man had sex?”
“Yes” I was surprised how easily the answer came out.
“So we have to find out why you decided to masturbate instead of breaking up what was happening as well as find out why Lis is acting the way she is.” Catherine surmised.
“Catherine, I don’t know what I’d do if Lis found out what I did that night.” I pleaded.
“Oh she won’t find out from me. I want to help the two of you not hurt you.”
“So what do I do?”
“Let me talk to Lis. I’ll be discreet. If there’s something bothering your wife, we’ll try and find out.”
We made some small talk and then I left and replowed both Catherine’s and Mrs. Herney’s walkways. Another 5 inches of snow had fallen in the couple of hours I had spent with Catherine. I made my way back over my own sidewalk and then parked my snow blower back in the garage. It was still before noon and the machine had already done a full day’s work and I felt as if I had as well. Between plowing the walkways twice and my little talk with Catherine I was drained.
I flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. I changed the channel several times until I found an old movie. I began drifting off to sleep. I was thinking about Maarq and what he had dome to Lis and to me. Could it be that a single night from a couple of years ago was refusing to fade away? Why was it that the worst of memories always seemed to be the most resilient?
As I dozed, I was awakened by Lis’ footsteps. She was wearing a pair of blue spandex exercise tights and one of my old tee shirts. I watched her standing over me. I thought how beautiful she looked. She had let her blonde hair grow into a full mane of natural gold. The tone in her legs showed through the tight fitting material and her buttocks molded the pants into two perfect blue globes. If it was possible Lis was in better shape than when we married.
“Honey I’m going to the gym.” She informed me as she threw on her full length coat.
“Lis the roads are a mess. I doubt the gym is even going to be open today.” I replied.
“I called. They are still open. I’ll go crazy if I stay cooped up in here. Besides we need food. I can stop on the way back.” I could tell she wanted to get out in the worst way.
“Just be careful. There’s two feet of snow out there.” The gym and store were practically at the other end of Avery Ave., less than a mile away.
“I will. See you in a bit.” Lis leaned down and kissed me.
I went back to sleep secure in the knowledge that I would have a hot meal when I awoke. Again, I thought about Maarq and Lis. The sexual encounter never seemed to go away. Some of the unanswered questions were driving me to the edge of insanity. Did the two meet as lovers after that night? Did Lis enjoy herself as much that night as it seemed? I had never seen my wife as sexually excited as on that night.
I awoke from a fitful sleep with a powerful erection. Why did I always get hard thinking about them? I looked at my watch. I had been asleep for almost three hours. I got up and stumbled into the kitchen. It was mid afternoon and I was starved. I opened the refrigerator and saw the meager pickings on the shelves. Suddenly I reaized that meant that Lis hadn’t returned. Even one of her marathon workout sessions didn’t last more than two hours. She should have been home by now.
I got on the phone and dialed my wife’s cell phone number. I was starting to worry when I heard her answer the phone. Lis was breathing deeply as she said hello. I assumed she was still working out.
“Hey Lis are you okay?” I was still worried and let it show.
“Ugh oh honey. Yes I’m fine.” Lis breathed into the phone.
“I was worried. It’s been a while and with all this snow. Are you still working out?” I saw that once again it had begun to snow.
“Yea, I’m on the treadmill. Ugh I went to the store first.” Lis inhaled deeply, her voice was low, almost guttural.
I was getting hard again just listening to my wife. Suddenly Maarq flashed before my eyes. And then my wife appeared. They were dressed formally and dancing some sort of waltz together. Maarq was in this weird looking tuxedo and Lis was wearing a rather tight fitting black gown with a slit that ran up to her upper thigh. My wife was keeping Maarq at a distance with her arms outstretched in a proper fashion. As I imagined them swaying back and forth I reached down with my free hand and began stroking my cock.
“So how is the workout going?” I wanted to hear Lis’ voice.
“It’s fine. I should be home soon.” Lis’ voice was slow and slurred.
“It doesn’t sound like your working out.” I said.
“What do you mean? I’m certainly out of breath.” She came back.
I may have been suspicious but I didn’t care. I kept stroking as the interracial couple in my mind continued their dance. Lis was struggling mightily to keep Maarq at bay but her face showed no signs of the struggle. She was smiling as if she was enjoying the occasional contact between them.
“I guess you just sound different that’s all.”
“Well I’m working out. How do you mean different?”
“You sound sexy is all I mean.” I admitted.
“Oh you like me this way huh?”
I was still watching the two dancers as I masturbated myself. Maarq’s back was to me. Suddenly they turned and I saw the black man’s erection sticking out of his pants. It was dripping with cum. All at once the long black prong seemed to come alive. It lengthened to an inhuman size and began wriggling around like a snake. It began searching for Lis. My wife did her best to keep Maarq away but now it seemed a fruitless effort. She would dodge the black snake each time it struck out at her yet she seemed intent on continuing the dance as well. Instead of breaking away from the black man she just kept in tune to the music. Maarq’s penis had now grown to an ebony colored serpent of over two feet. It’s relentless pursuit of my wife ended when it found the slit in her gown. The snake slithered into the slit and around the back of Lis’ thigh. Then it coiled and struck upwards into her genitals. Both dancers moaned and my wife’s body stiffened and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“You know I think you are the sexiest woman alive.” I gushed shamelessly into the phone.
“You’d like me back in bed now wouldn’t you?” Lis’ voice was now a husky whisper over the phone that jolted me back to reality.
The muscular white woman that was my wife ceased her struggle against Maarq. His snakelike dick was moving freely in and out of her as they continued to dance. The excitement was now drooling out of Lis and down the shaft of Maarq’s big dick creating a glistening sheen on the black skin. For the first time the two dancers in my fantasy spoke. “It looks like I have you now.” Maarq commented rather matter of factly. “From the first night.” Lis replied in the same sex soaked voice I was listening to on the phone. With that she moved closer to the black man allowing the rest of the serpent to ooze into her vagina.
“Are you jerking off for me honey?” Lis inquired, her voice now a high pitched sigh bringing back from my fantasy once again.
“Yes!” I barked back unashamedly.
“That’s a good boy stroke yourself for me. I want to hear you cum. If you do it good I’ll suck your cock when I get home.” The way Lis sounded now she would have made a phone sex worker blush.
As I slowly ran my hand along my stiff cock my mind returned to the dancers. The tempo had become a wild tango and Maarq and my wife were now naked except for a pair of shiny high heels adorning my wife’s feet. They move with sexual abandon around the dance floor. All the while Lis remained impaled on the black snake. Every once in a while she would make a meager attempt at escape but like some prey snared by an actual snake she was in her final throes. There was nothing she could do.
As wild as the fantasy had become, for me, it was my wife being taken again by Maarq and although it was driving me crazy I admitted to myself that they looked beautiful together even if it was only in my mind. Finally Lis jumped up into the black man’s arms wrapping her legs around his waist and taking the full length of his manhood inside her. The climax of the tango along with my wife’s encouragement over the phone pushed me over the edge. I let out a moan and felt a huge gob of cum fly from my cock. I bucked my hips with each burst of semen until I collapsed back onto a kitchen chair.
“I can’t believe we just did that.” I exclaimed into the phone.
“I’ll be home soon.” Lis gushed into the phone and then hung up.
I stared out at the kitchen floor. It was covered with my cum. I got up and grabbed the mop and cleaned it up. All the while I was thinking about the phone sex. It was something Lis and I had never been adventurous enough to try. We had much more than a plain vanilla sex life but what we did happened in the bedroom. Maybe a little spice was what was needed to ignite our sex life.
When Lis got home there was very little talking. We ended up in bed and engaged in a lusty 69 with Lis on top. She devoured my cock while I lapped up the nectar that dripped from her sopping wet pussy. Lis was very excited and came over and over as I dug my tongue into her. At one point I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pushed Lis off me and pounced on her. My throbbing erection easily slid into Lis’ slick vagina. She was as wet and as excited as I’d ever seen her. I fucked her with as much force as I could muster. She was more than up to it thrusting her hips back at me with abandon. We went at it for quite a while. Just when I felt I couldn’t fuck anymore I felt a twinge in my balls and my body stiffened. I let my cum pour into Lis and the I collapsed on top of her and kissed her. We lay in one each other’s arms for a while and talked until starvation made Lis get up and make dinner.
I thought we had sparked some life into our sexual relationship. Yet as the days passed I found that Lis was just as distant sexually. I tried different things such as showing up at her workplace to take her away for a long weekend and even some more phone sex. None of it seemed to work and Lis only blew me off when I tried to talk about it. Many times I fell just short of asking my wife if was seeing another man.
About 6 weeks after having talked to her Catherine knocked on our door. Lis was at a Saturday meeting for work and I was getting some lawn equipment ready for the upcoming spring when I heard our neighbor. I went through the house and got to the front door. Catherine smiled and said hello.
“Hey how’s it going?” I replied as I let her into the house.
“I’m fine. How are you?” She asked as she handed me her overcoat. Catherine looked stunning in a navy blue business suit and a pair of black spiked heeled boots that covered her muscular calves.
We sat at the kitchen table and I got Catherine a cup of tea. We made some small talk for a while. It was easy with Catherine. She was so engaging. After going through what was happening with some of the neighbors Catherine got to the point of her visit.
“Denny I had a couple of brief conversations with Lis over the past few weeks. I have to say, in my experience, she sounded like a woman who was seeing another man.” Catherine told me her opinion.
“Oh God! I can’t believe it. You know I thought it might be true but never could bring myself to really believe it. I just couldn’t ask her.” I was falling apart in front of Catherine.
“Lis seems to be a bit lost. I really didn’t get a chance to talk to her at length. It may not even be about your sex life together.” She offered.
“So she didn’t actually admit that she was seeing someone else. Maybe we should talk.” I was hopeful when I heard that Catherine seemed unsure of Lis’ infidelity.
“Well the two of you certainly need to find out what is wrong here. Denny, after I talked to Lis, I wanted to be absolutely positive. Well, I consider you a friend and I wanted to help. I hope you don’t mind. I followed your wife. I’m certainly no private detective. I actually felt foolish but I found that she was seeing another man.” Catherine explained softly.
“Who? Who is it?” I was torn between crying and exploding.
“It’s no one you’ll know. At least I don’t think so. He’s an inch or two shorter than Lis, kind of stocky with a shaved head. He’s also black. Catherine informed me.
“Another black guy? I can’t believe this is happening, all because of that night.” My head was in my hands.
“Yes the fact that Maarq was an interracial lover is important, That and that, black or not, this man is a definite step down for Lis. You wouldn’t know whether Lis had other black lovers before your friend Maarq, would you?” Catherine inquired.
“He’s no fucking friend of mine. I’d murder the bastard if I saw him today!” I let out with a growl.
“Denny, simple revenge won’t get your wife back. What’s past is past. Except it is important to know if she has experienced other black men. Do you know much about her past sexual life?” Catherine brought me back to reality.
“Not really. She was an athlete in college. A lot of the female athletes have sex with the male athletes of which quite a few are black. Yet she had mentioned that Maarq was her first and she really had no reason to lie when she said it. I mean I have never held it against her. I’m not a prejudice guy. Catherine, I don’t want to lose her. I don’t care if the other guy is a step up or down.”
“So you are willing to try. Try and keep your wife. You are not giving up?”
“You talk about stepping up or down in a relationship. I consider Lis several rather large steps up above me and it’s a lot more than her looks. I’ll never meet another girl like her. We can’t get divorced.”
“I am glad you love your wife so much and there won’t be any divorce as long as I am around. If it’s true that Maarq was your wife’s first interracial lover, it brings about a possible theory.”
The way Catherine called Maarq my wife’s first interracial lover only angered me that much more. Inadvertently she seemed to be shoving the sexual encounter right into my face. Yet she was an expert in this type of situation and if she was going to help me I wasn’t going to snap at her. Besides I was finding it nearly impossible to stop staring at her legs as we sat at the kitchen table.
“So you think there is something you can do? I’ll try anything.”
“Denny have you ever heard of a sexual surrogate?” Catherine asked me.
“I have but I’m not sure what they do.”
“Well a great deal of my job involves working with sexual surrogates. We team up to help individuals or couples overcome issues with sexual confidence, dysfunction, and infidelity among other sexual problems. I’d like you to work with a surrogate and myself.” Catherine explained to me.
“What would we do?”
“Well this surrogate is a man, a black man. In the beginning he would take the place of Lis’ other lovers.” The therapist explained it all with such confidence.
“So trade in one black man for another. How is that going to help?” I was frustrated with what sounded like a pretty stupid solution proposed by Catherine.
“It would help because I believe that we can wean Lis off her desire to be with black men with a professional that will have no emotional connection with Lis. Anytime Lis feels the urge to be with another man this surrogate will be available to satisfy her needs. With the emotion taken out of the equation hopefully Lis will tire of these extramarital affairs. Of course I will work with Lis as well. We have to find out the real reason she has chosen this behavior.”
“With all the emotion gone what’s to keep Lis from going back to other men?” I asked.
“Well let me tell you about our surrogate. Leon has been working as one for several years. He is 26 years old and has been working with two other clients to increase their sexual self-esteem. He is a wonderful young man and most definitely no one’s step down. He is handsome and a superior lover. Yet I have to be honest with you, Denny, if Lis simply wants to stay on this path there is very little anyone can do to stop it. You must be prepared for that although in my experience I am hopeful she will be convinced to stop her behavior.”
” I understand that possibility. It also sounds like my wife might have a hard time leaving Leon.”
“Well they could be together for a while. Remember you will be her emotional lover, a much stronger relationship than Leon will provide. As beautiful as Lis is you can trust that this man is there as a surrogate only.”
“I think this is insane Catherine. I mean, I like you and I know you are just trying to help but this is one weird situation you are proposing.” I was far from convinced.
“Why don’t you and Lis stop by for a drink around 7pm tonight. We have to at least confront her about these sexual encounters.”
I knew that Catherine was right about that and for some reason I felt more comfortable with a professional like her helping me out. If I sat down with Lis on my own I had no idea how things would turn out.
I convinced Lis to walk down to Catherine’s that night. As we strolled past Mrs. Herney’s house we talked about Joe. We were invited to a party he and his wife were throwing. We missed Joe and were looking forward to seeing him again. As we talked I was reminded why I loved Lis so much. The way we meshed intellectually made us such good companions. “Don’t you think it’s funny that Catherine’s husband is never around?” Lis inquired.
“I’ve seen Daniel a couple of times but not lately. I guess you’re right. It is a different type of relationship. I replied.
“Daniel. I had even forgotten his name.” She smiled over at me. As we waslked I had no idea how intuitive my wife’s statement was.
I followed Lis up the steps to Catherine’s front door. The black boots she wore gave off a polished gleam in the dark as the streetlights reflected off them. They also had long spike heels. My wife always walked like an athlete until she donned a pair of high heels. The result of her well toned legs and a pair of dress shoes was always devastating. These boots were no exception.
We knocked on Catherine’s door and she came right away and greeted us. While I was as nervous as I had ever been in my life, Catherine was as effusive as ever. She took our coats and complimented Lis on the black wool skirt she was wearing. My wife immediately returned the compliment regarding Catherine’s green silk blouse. Although Catherine was wearing slacks they seemed to be an expensive wool that went with the pair of alligator pumps she was wearing. Between the two women I felt a little underdressed in jeans and an old oxford shirt.
We looked around the house while Catherine made us drinks. Lis was especially taken aback by all the zebra references in the house. The three of us ended up in a spacious study that was walled with filled bookcases. There was a good size desk on one side of the room and two overstuffed chairs and a couch on the other. They were matching pieces that were upholstered in brown leather. Lis took a seat at the end of the couch while I sat next to her in one of the chairs and Catherine sat in the other chair. We made small talk while I sat anxiously waiting for the hammer to drop. I was hoping against hope that Catherine wouldn’t bring up the surrogate idea. It would have made us look like fools. In the end Catherine was rather blunt approaching Lis’ infidelity. I guess it was the only way to do it.
“Lis I thought you ought to know that Denny has come to me over the past couple of months for some advise on your relationship.” The statuesque blonde started.
“Really? Why?” Lis gave me an incredulous look.
“Well this is what I do and he was worried that a great deal of the spark had gone out of your sexual relationship.” She continued.
“We’ve both been busy at work. I get tired. My God Dennis!” Lis rarely called me by my full name so I knew I was in big trouble.
I was about to say something when Catherine interjected. “Lis are you seeing another man?”
“Jesus! Are you two crazy?” Lis howled. She looked at me and then at Catherine. I am pretty sure that my wife figured she could fool me but that there was no way she was going to get around the psychotherapist. She looked down at her hands.
“How long has it been going on?” Catherine asked so calmly that Lis slid right into an unbelievable answer.
“Oh Denny I’m so sorry. I started seeing Maarq after that night.” She admitted.
“What!” I exploded but Catherine gave me a look that told me it wasn’t my turn to talk yet.
“How long have you been seeing him?” Catherine inquired.
“I haven’t seen him for awhile. Those business trips I took before we got married? I would go spend a couple of days with Maarq In New Jersey. When you proposed I broke it off. He wanted me to marry you and still be his sex partner but I couldn’t do it.” Lis said.
“You’ve been with other men though, haven’t you?” Catherine stayed very calm and confident through the whole process.
“One day about six months ago I was at lunch downtown. I got up to use the ladies room and as I walked past the bar this black man whistled at me. Oh God I couldn’t help myself. On my way back I gave him my cell phone number. I am so ashamed. That day, the day of the last blizzard. We talked on the phone. I was naked in bed with him! I was turning you on and he was lying on top of me, inside me while we talked. I don’t know why this is happening to me!” Lis had broken down completely and I was barely holding it together.
“Lis, the fact that you confessed this matter so easily means you want things to change. Am I right?” Catherine soothingly asked.
“I would do anything to stop this madness.” She returned.
“I’ve told your husband about a way that might wean you off this sexual predilection.” Here it came. I couldn’t believe I was going to listen to this idea again.
“I’ll try anything at this point. I just want to live a normal life with Denny.” Lis looked at me hopefully. I wanted that same thing. I reached out and took her hand.
“I am going to suggest that you see a sexual surrogate. He will be there to support you in a sexual way only. Denny is your husband where you have your emotional bond. As time goes on he will regain your sexual bond as well. Catherine explained.
“You mean you want me to openly have sex with another man?” Lis looked at me.
“Don’t look at me. I’m as perplexed by this whole thing as you are honey.” I chimed in hoping it would deter the way things were going.
“Let me introduce you to your surrogate and we can talk further. Leon could you come in here please?” Catherine called out to the living room.
“You mean he’s here?” I asked dumbfounded.
With that, in walked a tall lanky black man. The fact that he was good looking with cornrows and a very dark complexion was unnerving enough to me. What made the whole scene surreal was that he was buck naked. He walked in and sauntered up to me first.
“Hi Denny I’m Leon.” He held out his hand and I shook it. If this had all fallen apart I was confident that Lis would know I had no part in the planning of this introduction by the look on my face. Yet what I was hoping was that she didn’t notice me checking out the long ebony member that swing flaccidly between his legs. This guy was hung. There was no other way to put it.
The black man stepped around me and took a seat right next to my wife on the couch. Lis’ mouth hung open. She was as shocked as I was to see this naked black man walking around Catherine’s home.
“Hello I’m Leon.” The black man held out his hand. His voice was fairly high pitched.
“So I’ve gathered.” Lis replied in awe. “Are we on some sort of X-rated game show?”
Catherine and Leon both laughed. I didn’t know how many times they had tried this before but they had to know it was pretty weird to bring a naked guy into an otherwise civilized conversation between three other people.
“Lis there is something beneath the surface that you and I have to bring up, the actual reason for your attraction to black men. Until we discover that reason I think it’s a bad idea that you date men that might want to claim an emotional stake with you. That’s why Leon is here. I don’t think your sexual desire to be with a black man is going to vanish simply because we are exploring the issue, not at first anyway.” Catherine surmised.
“Is this really a treatment?” Lis looked at me.
All I could do was shrug. I actually felt very strange. Before that night with Maarq I would have grabbed Lis and dragged her out of there. Tonight I had confirmed that my wife was sleeping with another man and our psychotherapist neighbor had come up with an incredibly odd solution to the problem and all I could do was shrug my shoulders. I was looking at the two of them sitting on the couch and there were butterflies in my stomach. The kind you get when there is a nervous excitement in the air. Lis looked so prim and proper in her button down white blouse, skirt and black boots. While the black man was just raw sex sitting right next to her with his long dark penis resting on one of his upper thighs. My God did I actually want them to fuck?
“Lis whenever you feel the need to be with a black man I want you to call on Leon. He will be there physically whenever possible as well as a support to talk too during those times of extreme desire.” Catherine explained.
“Do you have any experience with this sort of thing?” Lis asked Leon as she began to weaken to Catherine’s reasoning.
“Leon is currently working with two other women.” Catherine interjected.
They have issues which are different than yours but to answer your question I have experience.” Leon answered.
“You’re so young that’s all.” Lis was close enough for Catherine to make her move.
“Lis what I would like you to do is take off your clothes and sit back down next to Leon.” Catherine asked.
“Really? Honey I’m not so sure.” Lis looked at me again.
All I had to do was take her hand and bring her home. That would have been the end of this sexually mutated scenario. We could have worked through Lis’ affairs ourselves or seen another therapist but I couldn’t do it. For some perverted reason I had to see my wife naked with this black man. After all, it didn’t necessarily mean they were going to have sex. What harm could it do?”Lis I don’t have any answers myself.” I acquiesced and out of the corner of my eye I saw a broad smile form on Catherine’s face.
Lis got up and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra landed on the arm of my chair and she shimmied out of her skirt and panties.
“That’s fine for now dear you can just leave the boots on. My goodness you are in incredible shape.” Catherine commented as she admired my wife’s well toned body. She motioned her back next to Leon who could no longer control himself. His penis had begun to harden on his leg. “Now I’d like you to do a little role play for me. Lis do you have a fantasy about a black man you haven’t let screw you yet?” Catherine was getting vulgar again.
“Sure, Jamal Zoe.” Lis replied immediately.
Both Leon and Catherine gave her a quizzical look.
“He plays guitar down at Samson’s Grill once every two weeks or so.” I added. I wasn’t surprised at Lis’ admission. The part time guitar player had the good looks to go with the bad boy reputation.
Excellent Denny you know him too. That’s important. What turns you on about him?” Catherine inquired.
“Well he’s a guitar player first off. You know shaved head, nice muscles, great stage presence and he wears these leather pants that when he gets worked up just right. Well let’s just say you can tell he’s hung real nice. The pants certainly don’t hurt that sweet black ass either.” Lis described shamelessly. I could tell something was happening to her. She was sexually turned on as she checked out Leon’s now fully erect dick but there was something different about my wife.
“You two have seen him perform together?” Catherine asked.
“Sure and sometimes on my own.” Lis replied. I was surprised. I had never known that Lis had gone to that bar alone to see some black guy play guitar.
“Did you ever get turned on in front of your husband?” Lis delved further.
“Of course Jamal’s fucking hot.” Lis slurred.
I had never seen her drunk after a half a glass of wine but tonight was a night of firsts. As Catherine kept talking I noticed Lis’ eyes gloss over and her hands began to roam along the black man’s thigh. She was having trouble controlling herself. At one point one of her hands drifted over to the large black erection and in an almost absentminded way picked the prong up and began gently stroking it. Then she actually began to drool as she nodded her head listening to Catherine. Her lips were glistening with spit and it ran down her mouth to her chin.
Meanwhile Catherine seemed to approve of Lis’ actions. She smiled with satisfaction as my wife indulged herself with the black man’s organ and more importantly that I did nothing to stop it.
“Do you think Leon will suffice to act as a replacement for your stud Jamal?” Catherine asked.
“Sure he’s beautiful. I’d love to fuck him.” Lis looked at Leon with a real hunger in her eyes.
“So why don’t the two of you get started. Lis give Leon, or in this case Jamal, a kiss.” Catherine ordered.
My wife leaned in and kissed the black man lightly on the lips at first and then more sensuously. I could hear their tongues rubbing against each other as Leon put his arms around my wife. Lis put one arm around Leon but kept her other hand firmly attached to his throbbing erection.
“Lis move down and kiss one of his nipples, would you?” Catherine asked.
As my wife moved her lips down and took one of Leon’s nipples into her mouth I couldn’y help but wonder why Catherine would need to instruct my wife in how to make love to the black man. I knew that wasn’t part of the therapy. Meanwhile Leon began to moan as Lis worked over his nipples with her lips and tongue. She didn’t need any instruction for her next move. Lis bent further down and began giving him head. She started slowly at first, kissing the head and licking it. I saw a spurt of liquid shoot from the engorged organ and Lis made sure to catch it in her mouth.
“How do they do that?” She picked up her head and asked Catherine her face now a picture of delirium.
“Just keep pleasuring you lover honey.” Catherine told her softly as she went over to the couch and sat next to them.
Lis went back to giving the black man some incredible head. She engulfed the whole cock and began moving it in and out of her mouth. Every once in a while my wife’s head would jerk and her eyes would flutter but she kept sucking on the black penis. I was sure the spasms were a reaction to the liquid spurting from the black man. Catherine even commented at one point that Lis should just keep sucking, that she would get used to it. Lis ended up on her knees between the black man’s legs. She was attacking his dick with the same gusto as when she gave Maarq a blowjob. She was taking in a lot of meat with every gulp and then sucking hard as she slid her mouth upwards along the shaft.
Leon was smiling and running his hands through my wife’s hair. Suddenly he got up and walked Lis over to the middle of the room. He laid her down on the floor and then got on top of her 69 style. Lis simply opened her mouth and let the large black member drop down into her throat. At first she rocked her head back and forth trying to create some friction. Then Leon began to gently apply downward pressure forcing her head down onto the carpet. She was at his mercy now. He undulated his hips in short up and down motions sliding his dick in and out of my wife’s mouth while he lowered his head between her thighs. I could now hear his tongue sliding all over my wife’s vagina.
Catherine motioned me over to the couch next to her. I was as hard as a rock and limped over to the couch. I was beyond being embarrassed at this point. She began whispering to me as soon as I sat down.
“Your wife is doing an excellent job. When she is sexually attracted to a man she becomes quite aggressive.”
“So… what does that mean?”
“You said this Marcus was a devious fellow, an outcast in the neighborhood. This man Leon is roleplaying is a rock and roll musician. While he may be a very fine gentleman his profession has its reputation. They’re both black. Lis definitely has an attraction to an unconventional type of man.”
My wife’s eyes were tearing and there was a stream of drool flowing from the side of her mouth as Leon pumped his dick further and further down her throat with each thrust. He had taken her so deep that his large scrotum was now bouncing off her face. Lis seemed up to the task as she had reached around and dug her nails into his buttocks. Her own hips were rhythmically pushing up and down as the black man’s tongue continued to relentlessly attack her genitals.
“Is that enough? Can they stop now?” I finally pleaded.
Catherine smiled at me. “I’d like to see your wife’s level of passion. I need to see how excited she can truly get with Leon. Of course you already know this level having lost her to Maarq that night. You’ve already watched her perform once this won’t hurt too much. Besides you seem to be enjoying it.” Catherine smiled down at the lump in my crotch.
The last comment really stung and it was meant too. Catherine seemed intent on keeping me in my place. I figured a professional wouldn’t say something like that but her technique was anything but normal.
“Denny I’d like you to get out of your clothes as well.” Catherine demanded.
I looked at her. I simply had no idea what she was up to now. Quite possibly she had become so excited watching my wife and Leon that she needed relief. Since Lis and I were having such infrequent sex the tall dishwater blonde psychotherapist had become a favorite subject for my masturbation sessions. I got up and quickly undressed. I stood in front of Catherine hoping she would initiate something. Instead she simply smiled and patted the couch next to her. I sat back down and Catherine turned to me.
“I wanted you to show your support for your wife. Let her know you approve of this exercise.” She said into my ear.
She turned and reached towards the coffee table. She grabbed a towel and a jar of petroleum jelly. She dipped into the jar with her fingers and came out with a healthy dollop of lube. She then began spreading the jelly on my cock.
“Oh Catherine!” I sighed.
I didn’t care if I was here to try and repair my marriage., if one of the sexiest women I had ever laid eyes on wanted to jerk me off that was fine with me. Yet all of a sudden she released her grip on me.
“If she sees you masturbating Lis won’t have any feelings of guilt. Use this towel for your ejaculate.” Catherine wiped her hands off and then placed the towel on my thigh.
“Your wife is very good at giving oral sex. Since she has been dating black men she has obviously become quite adept at handling large penises. Do you know if she dated men with large cocks before she met you?” Catherine gave me that same superior smile I had seen when her remarks were meant to dig into me. For some reason it turned me on even more.
“Why do you ask that?” I knew I was setting myself up for more abuse but I seemed to want it.
“Well obviously your wife has been settling for a smaller penis in her married life. I would like to know if Maarq and the black men she has been pleasuring since have sparked a memory of a more intense sexual relationship that’s all.” Catherine kept smiling. She was saying I could give it to you all night long if you’d like you pathetic little man. “My goodness they look wonderful together. It’s so rare that I work with such a specimen. You’re very lucky Denny. By the time we are done we will have turned your wife into a real sexual athlete.” She crowed.
I didn’t even answer. Yet there was no doubt she was right. As I stroked myself I watched Lis. Every muscular fiber in her body was working to extract pleasure from the black man and in return give as much back to him. By the looks on their faces she was doing a good job.
Leon got up onto his knees and spun around so he was lying alongside Lis. They were kissing again and as he lay next to her the black man had eased two fingers inside my wife. In an instant he was expertly manipulating her with those fingers. She was bucking her hips into the air with abandon. Suddenly Lis rolled over onto Leon. In one very fluid motion She moved into a squatting position and then very slowly impaled herself on him. Both of them sighed loudly. At first Lis just sat on the black man with her hands on his chest. Then she began to smile down at him. The feeling of having another black man inside her was taking hold.
“There’s nothing like the first time you mount a black stud. Each one seems like a new sexual height being attained. Right Lis?” Catherine broke in.
Lis looked over at us with that smile. I had never seen it before. She was experiencing utter ecstasy astride Leon. She then turned back and looked back down at the black man now buried balls deep inside her.
“He really has her now.” Catherine had leaned into my ear again, her husky voice driving me crazy. “You seem to be enjoying this scenorio. Have you ever fantasized about this musician fucking your wife?”
“No only Maarq.” I admitted. I couldn’t believe I had told her that. Yet I seemed to be falling into some sort of trance I was so turned on. At this point I would have told Catherine anything.
“Well we’re going to have to broaden your horizons. You should start thinking about your wife with more black men.” Catherine answered.
Lis began moving up and down on Leon. I could clearly hear the sounds of him invading her insides. It was a sloshing wet noise coming from the action of his large black dick moving against her slick vaginal canal.
Gradually Leon began thrusting upwards into my wife with an increasing intensity. At first it was a slow undulation but it had turned into an awesome display of the black man’s strength. His huge ebony dick pistoned in and out of her in a blur. His balls bounced up and down in his large scrotum. It was all Lis could do to hold her squat over him and withstand his assault. The look on her face registered a mixture of ecstasy a unique sexual agony. The sloshing noise made by a man deliberately probing a woman’s insides was replaced by the constant sound of two bodies forcefully slapping together.
I couldn’t control myself any longer. I had known that Catherine wanted nothing more than to have me cum in front of my wife getting her brains fucked out of her by this black man. Although she had said she was here to help us I believed that this would be a significant victory for her own agenda. Consequently I had tried to keep the friction against my own cock to a minimum. So much so that every so often Catherine would actually wrap her hand around my hand and guide it up and down. Still I had held off until Leon had really begun putting the wood to Lis. Suddenly my cock became very sensitive to the touch of my hand and my hips began to gyrate up and down. I looked up at Catherine. She knew she had me and smiled.
“Oh God no! Oh Lis!” I uttered in a frenzied desperation.
“You’re cumming?” Catherine asked smiling triumphantly.
“Oh yes!” I confessed.
“Good just let it happen.” She instructed.
I looked down at Lis and Leon. He had ended his brutal assault and was now letting Lis ride up and down on him. I was so close to cumming all rational thought was gone yet I couldn’t help but think how my wife going up and down looked like a beautiful woman astride a big black horse wearing her shiny black boots. Then I heard it. Lis had kissed him and was hovering over his face.
“I’ve never felt like that before. No one has ever done that to me.”
I felt the cum gush out of me into the towel Catherine was holding for me. It felt incredible as if it was the first time I was experiencing an orgasm. My legs pushed up and down with each burst of cum.
“Lis your husband is cumming!” Catherine announced.
They both turned and looked at me. Leon smiled while not much registered on my wife’s face. Her hair was dampened from sweat that was also pouring down her face and had covered her body. They turned back to each other. Leon rolled the two of them over so that he was on top.
“That was probably the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced. Am I correct?” Catherine asked as she wiped the semen off my spent body.
“I think so.” I huffed between breaths.
“And imagine you weren’t even inside your wife. It was another man taking her to her own sexual heights, a black man. I have to admit you do have some stamina though. You lasted some time before cumming.” Catherine still had that smile that exuded superiority. She looked down at me as I slouched in exhaustion. Somehow I knew that statement along with others from this evening were not part of any therapy for my wife.
Although I had just cum I still found myself very excited. My wife was on her back taking everything Leon could give her. She had wrapped her legs around the black man. The boots crisscrossed along his sweaty heaving back and locked at the ankles on his buttocks. Leon was pumping in and out of her with a force I had never seen before. Without her muscular build I feared Lis would have been unable to take the black man. I looked down and saw that I was hard again and I saw no shame in masturbating myself again.
Catherine and I sat there and watched Leon finish off my wife. She was sobbing underneath him as he pounded away.
“Look at all that excitement coating his penis. I made a good choice with him. Your wife is really enjoying herself. Isn’t she?” Catherine looked at me as if she was expecting an answer.
“I guess she is.” Was all I could muster as I ran my hand up and down my cock.
“Oh see how Leon’s balls are tightening within his scrotum. He’s preparing to cum inside your wife.” Catherine commented as if she was watching a play.
She was right. Leon’s walnut sized balls had risen and were clearly visible on either side of his huge erection. Still he kept on rising up and thrusting down on my wife but his motion was now clearly labored. Suddenly Leon let out a short grunt and his long powerful thrusts became truncated and irregular.
“Oh I’m going to cum inside you now.” His voice was strangled but still rather matter of fact. Incredibly it was still all business to him despite having just fucked one of the hottest women ever to give it up to a black man.
Now I noticed as his shaft withdrew from my wife it had changed from a dark ebony color to a foamy white. He had cum inside my wife and his semen was coating him now. Something Catherine made sure to point out to me. After a series of these short thrusts the black man collapsed on top of Lis and she held him in her arms and they kissed.
“That was wonderful. I think we have had a great start here.” Catherine gushed. She jumped out of her chair and went over to Lis and Leon. “Leon, why don’t you get cleaned up. I’d like to spend a few minutes with Denny and Lis.”
The black man lifted himself off of my wife. His dick had softened but Lis’ vaginal muscles still gripped it and the long member made a suction like noise as he pulled out of her. I couldn’t help staring at the shiny black dick as Leon stood in front of me. It was hanging there in front of me glistening with a mixture of my wife and him. Leon smiled and left the room.
“Now Denny I think you have done a great deal to show that you support your wife but I would like you to do one more thing for her.” Catherine requested.
“What do you want me to do?”
“I’d like you to go down on Lis for me.”
“It’s full of his cum.” I complained.
“I need you to show your wife what you will go through to support her. Taking the black man’s seed from her womb will symbolize that you will fight this sexual perversion with her.”
I looked down at Lis. Her legs were spread. She was waiting for me. I got down on my knees and leaned in between her legs. As I got close I could feel the heat that the two lovers had generated still seeping out of Lis’ body. Her vagina was a slimy mess but I did it anyway. I stuck my tongue out and licked her. As soon as I tasted it something overcame me. I began to lap at the gooey mixture with an enthusiasm that I would have never thought possible for this type of thing. Lis began moaning as I cleaned each labia lip and then stuck my tongue inside her. I couldn’t stop despite the horrible salty taste. I even began moving my hips, humping the thin air with excitement.
“Well Denny it’s obvious you enjoy your desserts. Nothing tastes better than a nice thick cream pie.” I heard from above me. It was Catherine.
I had Lis pretty well cleaned up but I couldn’t stop. I was like a dog in heat. I had absolutely no control over what I was doing. My hips kept humping wildly in the air and my cock, although as hard as a rock, was flopping around obscenely. Suddenly I felt a pressure on my anus. It was a lubed finger that easily defeated my sphincter muscle. I yelped loudly as the finger wiggled around in my rectum until it found its target. The finger began massaging my prostate and I instantly began to cum. It was as powerful an orgasm as my first one that evening. My semen gushed out in thick white ropes until I was spent.
“Well the you two really helped yourselves tonight. How did it feel to have that stud Jamal deep inside you Lis?” Catherine asked as I helped Lis off the floor.
“He fucking rocked my world.” Lis mumbled as if she was a satiated drug addict. She was in a trance of sorts and she seemed to be really enjoying it.
“Lis I’d like to start seeing you once a week. I’m very optimistic about getting this problem solved fairly quickly. I would also like to set some ground rules regarding Leon. Lis you are free to call on Leon anytime you feel you are weakening with regards to your sexual desire towards black men. Denny, if Lis does weaken she’ll need your support. I realize that it could happen at anytime or anyplace but it would be a big help if you would be there with your wife and Leon as often as possible.” Catherine instructed.
We both nodded our heads. I was barely hanging onto reality in my own trance. In fact we were both like zombies as Catherine explained the ground rules. Lis was still wearing that strange smile and drooling a bit. She was definitely worse off than me. Still I felt that if the tall blonde had commanded me to jump out the window I would have gladly followed her orders.
“Yes Catherine.” I replied groggily.
“You know what that means luv, lots of Vasoline and cream pies for you. I want you between your wife’s legs on a daily basis.” Her eyes were a coal black color. As Catherine stared at me I swore I had never seen eyes that color before.
We got dressed and walked out of the study and through the kitchen. On the table there was a long vine that had some walnut sized fruit attached to it. The fruit was a very deep purple color and looked very unusual. I picked up the vine and began examining it but Catherine gently took the vine from me.
“I’ve got to learn to clean up a little better.” She said.
I just smiled like a goof and headed for the front door after Lis. For most of the walk home we were silent. I was still in a daze and so was Lis. Something had overcome the both of us in that house. While I was not a cave man I had never been afraid to tell a woman to go fuck herself if she was out of line. Yet Catherine had me watch my wife have sex with a black man and then eat her out with his cum drooling all over the place. Some of the things I did or allowed to happen I would have never thought I was capable of until that night.
We walked through the front door of our house and I checked the message machine out of habit. Without thinking I erased three messages before I even had a chance to listen to them. Later I would find out that one of those messages was from my friend Joe.
“Well I found that to be an interesting visit.” Lis broke the silence first.
“Honey, I had to confront you about the affair. Catherine had talked about this surrogate shit but I’d never agreed to it. She just sprung it on us. I don’t know why I didn’t stop it. I just knew I couldn’t stand it when I found out you were sleeping with someone else.”
“Denny I don’t know what’s come over me. I see a black man and I just can’t control myself. That woman that calls herself a therapist was right about one thing. I’m emotionally and in every other way attached to you and that’s never going to change!”
“So what do you want to do?”
“I want to move to a place where there are no black men. How’s Antarctica sound?” Lis smiled at me hopefully. Whatever had come over us at Catherine’s seemed to be losing its grip. “Failing that impossibility I have to beat this like it’s an addiction and one thing is for sure, I don’t trust that woman down the street.” Lis waved her finger at me.
“Lis I had no idea this sort of thing was going to happen.” I defended myself.
“How could you? She’s as sly as a fox. How did she get us to do what we did over there? Something’s fouled up that’s for sure. That cock felt the same as Maarq’s. It twitched and spurted this juice. It wasn’t cum.” Lis said.
“I noticed it right before I lost my own sense of reality. I thought you were possessed the way you attacked that guy. Are you going to have sex with him again like Catherine suggested? You know, to help get cured of this thing if that’s what you want to call getting cured.” I asked. I was hoping she would disagree if it had been Catherine’s idea.
“I have to be honest I haven’t stopped thinking about Maarq since that night. It’s been overpowering. Yet now I couldn’t care less. There’s no itch or desire. But no, I’ll do this my way.” Lis gave me as resolute a look as I’d ever seen on her. I felt a thousand percent better.
“Thank God! The last thing I needed was Leon coming over here for dinner and a fuck.” I was relieved.
“Leon? Who the fuck is that?” Lis gave me a quizzical look.
“Uh honey, you remember that big black guy? He was using what looked like a trunk for a dick to fuck you with?” I could tell that Lis wasn’t joking around.
“Leon? The guy with the huge black erection that spread my legs was Jamal Zoe. You know the guy who plays guitar down at Samson’s?” Lis looked at me like I was nuts. I didn’t bother arguing with her. She was convinced that her lover tonight was the same man she told Catherine about whom she had had fantasies. Catherine had suggested she role play using Jamal as a character and as easy as that the black man had become a reality for my wife. I sat down at the kitchen table and my eyes followed Lis as she climbed the stairs to take a shower. She said she had never felt this dirty in her whole life. Meanwhile I sat and worried. I now knew that something strange and powerful had moved in down the street and in all likelihood it was planning on wreaking havoc on this nice quiet neighborhood.