Belinda Maxwell was in her last year of college at one of the finest in Massachusetts. Just as she had for the last three years she was cramming for yet another test in order to graduate with honors and get her Business Degree in the process. This left little time for anything else, but on this day, when after a long day of studying, she had been talked into going to a frat party by her roommate along with several of the girl's friends.

She had not really wanted to go because she had never gone in for such things as parties and carousing. As I've said she put all her time and effort into her studies for the day when she would enter the family business. She really didn't know anyone and felt out of place. Once there and after having several drinks along with dancing almost non-stop she began to relax, so much so that she became flirtatious.

The throb of the music and the nearness of so much male flesh began to have its effect on her and when the girls she'd come with suggested that she go with several boys to one of the bedrooms for a private party her inhibitions and common sense escaped her and she willingly let herself be guided toward the bedrooms.

A blissful almost unbearable feeling of lightness and arousal overcame her so that as she was being led from the dance floor she hardly protested as the fraternity boys groped and felt of her almost to the point of undressing her. A tingling pleasant sensation coursed through her as with every step strange lips either nuzzled her neck or nipped her ears while what felt like a multitude of hands roamed freely over her slim body. In the state of unaccustomed arousal she was in, she paid little heed to the disjointed speech of the boys as they talked about what they were going to do to her because to her addled brain none of it made any sense, and besides why talk when you could kiss.

She was swept up in the fact that it was she and not her roomate that was the center of attention and she didn't want to give up any of the male attention she had hither to missed. She was intoxicated with the attention. She had no idea that the reasons for her feelings was because she had been slipped an aphrodisiac. All that she knew was that an uncontrollable urge to have sex coursed through her. A mad desire to not only pleasure these boys she was with but any others that might hope to join their private party. Even when she was thrown onto the bed where a heart beat later she was joined by two boys who with roaming hands and wet kisses along with whispered promises of what they were going to do to her as they removed her clothes failed to awaken her to her plight.

About her the muted voices of the others bragging about fucking the uppity darkies brains out made about as much sense as the disjointed speech from earlier and her only response was an insistent moaning of aroused desire. In a dream like detached state, and in between her returning the kisses as well as trying to remove the clothes of the two boys who had disrobed her, she watched as if through a fog and with a feeling of excitement as the almost two dozen others crowded into the room to remove their clothes.

The voices of her so called girlfriends was like an unfamiliar rap song to her as they chanted encouragement to the fraternity brothers telling them to fuck her black ass, and though unheeded by her everyone else in the room became caught up in the beat. Unable to help herself she had simply lain waiting and then as the two who had disrobed her shifted their position on the bed, one beside her head and the other between her legs with the intention of simultaneously ravaging her, Thomas had appeared like a knight in shining armor.

Of course Belinda's mother had raised hell with the collage after finding out about the incident, and being from a rich family as well as being married to a wealthy industrialist and having a father who happened to be a Judge her screaming got the boys as well as the girls expelled, and rumor had it even threatened with death if they so much as went near Belinda again.

It wasn't until three weeks later that Belinda learned who had rescued her, and upon meeting Thomas she was instantly attracted to him even though at first she thought it was because he had saved her from being raped. Later after they had gone to lunch several times and then to a movie and dinner, she found his soft spoken manners and gentle nature as well his almost shy glances along with the light touch of his hand as he held hers endearing.

By the fifth week they were inseparable and were the talk of the campus, he a poor, not some handsome, white boy, and she a rich stunning negress with the looks and figure that Hollywood might have portrayed an Egyptian temptress as having. In fact her mother had often said that if she had been as light skinned as Haley Barry or any of the other famous actresses, Belinda could have been a movie star. But of course she wasn't, her flesh tone was the color of hot chocolate, soft yet lustrous and a huge contrast to Thomas's whiteness.

They had gotten engaged and then married all against her mothers wishes, and upon graduation had moved to Pittsburgh where Thomas had taken a job in a steel plant as Executive Accountant. That was 11 months ago and though they were still madly in love and the sex was fantastic little things he sometimes said or did got to her. And then there was always the occasional person mumbling under his breath just loud enough to be heard, the blacks saying she should stick to her own kind, while the whites, the so called unbigoted ones, saying she was trying to rise above her position.

But the worst, because it happened in her own home during her husbands monthly card games were the looks and whispered comments from his so called friends. When he was drinking heavily, or winning big and in high sprits Thomas did nothing to stop their leering looks that made her feel as if they were undressing her, but what was far worse was their whispered comments of getting into her pants when they thought she couldn't hear.

The first time it happened she had ran to the bedroom crying, and when after they had left and her husband had came to her she'd told him about it but he had soothed her saying they were just jealous because their wives weren't near as pretty as she was, and instead of being upset she should be flattered. He had kissed the hurt away as he had caressed her tear-racked trembling body, and then whispering to her that he was proud that his friends thought her so beautiful and wished they could take her to bed he had made love to her tenderly and passionately for what seemed like hours bringing her to several orgasms.

Because the game floated from week to week at each of the other members homes she only had to listen to his friends snide remarks every fifth week, and though she thought she was becoming sensitized to their remarks she gloried in the love making she received the nights they were held in her home and as strange as it sounds she began to wish she were present every week. Her husbands poker buddies wishful looks and comments still gave her a strange feeling. It wasn't fear, for surly Thomas wouldn't let anything happen to her, he loved her. After all, hadn't he stopped her from being gang raped?

No, what his friends awoke in her was something else. Deep down she knew what it was, though she wouldn't admit it. It was the feeling a women gets when she knows that she has an arousing effect on men other then her husband. Belinda found herself constantly thinking of her husband's poker buddies, even to the point were she found herself day dreaming she was laying atop the table, their poker chips and money scattered about her naked writhing body as one after the other they took her as her husband watched and even encouraged them to thrust their hard white dicks into her.

Oh God what was happening to her, she had to banish these sordid depraved thoughts, she had to, they weren't right. There was no way that what she was dreaming could possibly happen, that the man she loved would allow let alone encourage such a thing and yet she found herself ferverently wishing that such a thing indeed did happen.

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