"Jubun", Japanese wife Kyoko thought to herself, "It cannot go on like this." She spoke out loud, muttering the same words into the night air. It was a warm evening, quiet but for the faraway sounds of traffic, trucks headed to the center of Tokyo, and the occasional bark of a nervous dog in the alley that ran along the back of the apartment block. Kyoko was annoyed at the sound of her own voice breaking the stillness. Seated on the balcony of the small apartment she shared with her Japanese husband, she wondered if Kenji was still sleeping. They had been married five years, and for the past year they had been living in this small flat in the Magome district on the outskirts of the city. Kenji was a decent husband, but Kyoko thought there were too many evenings when she wanted physical affection and Kenji either ignored her or went to sleep. When they did manage to get together, it seemed to Kyoko their lovemaking was routine and too brief, like one of those tasteless meals in an American-style fast food shop, nothing like what they had experienced at the beginning of their marriage. Was Kenji tired of her? Kyoko thought maybe it was true. The *kentaiki* -- the phase when married couples became bored with each other -- was supposed to occur after seven years, but she thought in their case it may have occurred sooner. She felt sad and bitter. The situation seemed hopeless, with no way to get Kenji to understand her disappointment. Whenever she would try to talk to him about it, he would find some reason to change the subject. I'm wilting, Kyoko thought, wilting like a drying cherry blossom. She was almost twenty-eight, and Kenji was the only man she had known during the five years of their marriage. Before her marriage, she had had her chances with other men. She was attractive and men always showed an interest in her. She had shapely legs, a slender body, and firm round breasts. Everyone said she looked good in a bikini. Her dark hair framed a face pretty enough to draw a second glance on the street, and her women friends often told her they envied her. But at the moment she had a thoroughly wet pussy, and only a sexually boring husband fast asleep with a belly full of beer. But I still love him, she thought. Kenji was hopeless as a lover, but he could be kind and generous when he was in a happy mood. The stars seemed to laugh from out of the black sky. Kyoko felt secure in the darkness, although the balcony of the adjoining apartment was only a few feet away. A short trellis separated the two large balconies, and sometimes she would see Mrs. Robinson watering a flowerbox or cleaning the stone floor.
The Robinsons were an interracial American couple, who were a few years older than both Kyoko and her husband, Kenji. Mrs Robinson was a nice looking, elegant, blonde woman, and her husband was a very athletic, older black man. He had the look of a University lecturer about him. She had been told that they were from New York. They had moved into the building only recently and the two couples had not had much contact yet. Kyoko thought that Mr Robinson was an English teacher. His wife also worked somewhere, but Kyoko did not know her occupation. They seemed like a happy couple, which made Kyoko envy them. After glancing once more at the Robinson balcony to make sure it was unoccupied, Kyoko unbuttoned her blouse and slipped her hand inside to tease one of her nipples. She had walked around all evening without a bra, wearing a thin blouse, her breasts swaying seductively, but Kenji had hardly noticed. Now the touch of her fingers on her nipple sent a shiver of pleasure straight down to her belly. With a sigh, she slipped her free hand under her skirt and she explored the terrain inside her panties. As she expected, she found her slit sopping wet, the slippery labia warm and throbbing. When she had been a girl, her friends had often teased her because she had been too modest to parade naked in the gymnasium locker room. They ought to see me now, she thought with a blush. At this moment she was definitely not a picture of maidenly modesty. More like a wanton soap-girl, she thought. But she doubted any soap-girl had to sit in the dark like this. She spread her juices up and down her crack, her fingertips slowly stroking the shaft of her clitoris. She never liked to rush the finger play. She wanted the pleasure, but she thought it stupid to be so wet and not be with her husband. Kenji, after all, was sufficiently endowed to please a woman. When he was aroused, his impatient penis dripping juice on the sheets, her excitement was always intense. The image of his organ brought a moan to her lips, and her fingers stroked her clitoris more rapidly. Suddenly she stopped -- she was too close. It was always better to build it -- to climb the mountain of delight slowly. She pulled her hand away and slipped it inside her blouse to wet her nipples with her juice. She fingered the tips, pulling them, tugging them until they were extended to a maximum. She suddenly thought of Mr. Tanaka, the manager of the department store where she worked behind a cosmetics counter. Mr. Tanaka walked by a hundred times a day, and each time he made certain to stare at her breasts as he passed her. She enjoyed the attention, but the way he stared at her always made her blush. What would she do if one day he asked her to have coffee with him? Probably nothing. She liked younger men. She liked strong bodies and hard cocks. Athletes were the best. She remembered a young weight-lifter she had seen on television. The way his cock and balls had deformed his briefs had made her quiver. She was about to move her hand back to her sex, when she heard a noise. It was the unmistakeable cry of a woman...a woman moaning with sexual delight.
The cry came from the flat at her right, the Robinson apartment. Kyoko caught her breath at the sound of another cry. She knew what it was; she was certain it was the sound of a woman in the heat of sexual pleasure. She felt guilty at her invasion of the privacy of her foreign neighbors, but at the same time, she bit her lip with excitement, her heart beating rapidly. The Robinson flat was in fact only a few feet away. She could see a light, a crack where the door had been slid to the side a bit to allow some air into the apartment. Or perhaps the door never closed properly. These were old apartments, and they needed repair in places. Would it be possible to see anything? Kyoko's excitement and curiosity were more than she could bear. Leaving her chair, she stepped carefully over the low trellis and approached the door on the balcony of the Robinson flat. The crack was just wide enough to make it possible to see into the lighted room. Mrs. Robinson, wearing a cotton robe pulled up to her waist, lay on her back on the edge of the futon with her knees in the air and Mr. Robinson's head between her thighs. Kyoko stifled a gasp. She could see everything. The woman's robe was bunched at her waist, and the man had his mouth pressed tightly against her sex. The woman's hands were holding his head. The woman moaned. "Yes!, Do that again!" Kyoko did not have to see Mr. Robinson's face. She could imagine his tongue tickling his wife's clitoris, lapping at the lips of her pussy, dipping into the wet opening. The woman writhed on the bed, moaning, her hands gripping her husband's head. The knot of excitement in Kyoko's chest brought her close to fainting. She slipped her hand beneath her skirt and cupped it over her pussy. She had never witnessed anything like this, and it was more exciting than she had ever imagined. Kenji went down on her occasionally, but he never seemed to enjoy it. As much as she liked it, she was always too embarrassed to ask him to do it. But as she watched the Robinsons engage in this act, it seemed so natural for a man to lick a woman there. The fact that they were still wearing clothes made the scene even more exciting. Truly, it reminded her of one of those erotic Edo paintings. Kyoko guessed the Robinsons did this often, and she was envious. She could see more now. Mrs. Robinson had moved her feet further apart so that her legs were spread as wide as possible. When Mr. Robinson raised his face, Kyoko could see his wife's patch of sex hair and the glistening red groove of her sex. Even at this distance, it was obvious that Mrs. Robinson's cunt was lush, ripe, dripping its wetness on a towel placed under her buttocks to protect the bed. Mr. Robinson passed his hands over his wife's hips to cup and squeeze the globes of her buttocks. Mrs. Robinson pulled a pillow beneath her head and she peered down at his face. "Go on, do it," she said. Mr. Robinson muttered. "Is this what you want?" "Yes! You promised!" Using both hands, she held her labia apart, stretching out the folds, showing him the meat of her pink and red sex. Kyoko quivered at the lewdness of the woman's behavior. She had more than once wanted to open herself like that to Kenji, pry herself open and show him the essence of her femininity, the humid cavern of her sex. She was always afraid Kenji would be shocked at her immodesty. Mr. Robinson lowered his head and began a slow and deliberate lapping of his wife's slit. She groaned with each stroke of her husband's tongue, and Kyoko wondered how long the woman would last before having an orgasm. Kyoko expected to come when the woman did. She now had three fingers massaging her sex, her pelvis moving in rhythm with Mrs. Robinson's groans. Inside the room, Mrs. Robinson moved her hands to the backs of her knees and pulled back her thighs to completely expose her crotch. Her husband gave up licking and rooted his face in the crack. His tongue probed and flapped inside her cunt as his nose rubbed her clitoris. In a few moments, Mrs. Robinson bucked her hips and cried out in the throes of her orgasm. Kyoko gasped her own release, her juices flowing through her fingers. When she opened her eyes again, Kyoko saw Mr. Robinson wiping his face with a towel. He smirked down at his wife from where he knelt beside her. "Was it good?" Mrs. Robinson sighed. "You know how much I like it." She sat up on the futon and pulled her robe down to cover her knees. Kyoko was amused by this act of modesty. In public, Mrs. Robinson seemed like such a demure creature for a foreign woman, the perfect little modest housewife. It was difficult to imagine Mrs. Robinson ordering her husband to suck her, but that was exactly what Kyoko had just witnessed. Mrs. Robinson was now untying the sash of her husband's robe, and Kyoko watched breathlessly as Mrs. Robinson spread the *yukata*he was wearing apart to reveal the lower half of Mr. Robinson's body. Kyoko stiffled a gasp as his cock became visible. She had never seen a foreigner’s cock before...of any type. Mr Robinson's black penis looked absolutely huge to Kyoko. His massive, thick black cock swayed above his huge, heavy balls. Kyoko shuddered at what she was seeing. The sight of his superb weapon made her heart race. She could see tha the shaft of his massive cock had prominent veins along it. His large testicles looked bloated, as though overflowing with semen. I'm acting crazy, Kyoko thought to herself. Was it reasonable to have such a strong response to the sight of a man's organ? But she did find it exciting. She and Kenji never looked at each other any more. She could hardly remember the last time they had done anything in a lighted room. Mrs. Robinson smiled at the evidence of her husband's arousal. "The twig is now a mighty branch," she said with a smile. He shuffled forward, and his wife extended her tongue to lap at the mushroom-shaped crown. Then she slid her mouth along the shaft to the base of the cock, and she licked the underside of the shaft upward to the rim of the knob. Kyoko's vaginal juices were flowing again. At the moment she would have given anything to change places with the woman. Her mouth watered for the swollen penis. Turning her head, Mrs. Robinson caught the shaft of her husband's organ between her teeth, teasing the sheath of skin up and down the cylinder, moving to the swollen tip and finally opening her mouth to engulf it. He closed his eyes and uttered a deep groan of pleasure. Kyoko caught her breath as she rapidly stroked her clitoris with a fingertip. Watching Mrs. Robinson suck her husband's penis made Kyoko frantic with excitement. She fixed her eyes on the woman's head as it bobbed up and down on the shaft. The organ was now slick with Mrs. Robinson's saliva, the cylinder thick enough to completely distort her face as she engulfed it. She was no longer the demure little housewife with quiet eyes. It was obvious to Kyoko that Mrs. Robinson was enjoying herself. Gobs of saliva dripped out of the corners of Mrs. Robinson's mouth and flowed down the shaft of her husband's cock to coat his swollen balls. Suddenly Mrs. Robinson pulled her mouth away and looked up at the man. "Do you want to finish in my mouth?" He shook his head. "No, not like that. Let's undress and you can lie on your back." Kyoko watched them undress. Mr. Robinson was lean and muscular, his stiff organ bobbing in front of his belly. Mrs. Robinson had small breasts, a thick waist and full buttocks. With a sigh, Mrs. Robinson stretched out on the bed, moved her legs apart and slid a hand past her belly to fondle her sex. "Hurry!" she said. Her husband grunted. Kyoko held her breath as she watched him kneel and position himself between his wife's thighs. He lifted her legs, draped them over his shoulders. When he leaned forward, she doubled up with her knees against her chest and her ripe cunt turned upward. He took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip up and down her wet crack. When he found the opening, he rammed forward to penetrate her with a single stroke. "Yes...!!" Mrs. Robinson let out a wailing groan. "Hold still! Let me feel it!" Kyoko kept her eyes on the man's hips. She could see the hang of his heavy balls under the dark crack between his buttocks. She slipped two fingers inside her vagina and stifled a moan. Next she watched as Mr. Robinson began thrusting, hammering his body against his wife's sex, his organ pistoning in and out of her channel, skin slapping against skin, the sound clearly audible through the thin wall. Each powerful stroke brought a grunt of appreciation from his wife's throat. They enjoy it, Kyoko thought. Their obvious pleasure made her boil with envy. She realized she had to do something to change the pattern of her life. Biting her lip with excitement, she watched the man and woman move into the finale of their lovemaking. The sheer animality of it made it beautiful. Kyoko imagined she could hear the slurping of Mrs. Robinson's cunt each time her husband rammed it with his cock. He had a muscular body, and he looked strong enough to keep going indefinitely. Mrs. Robinson had been transformed into a moaning, wailing creature, her teeth clenched, her hands clutching the bed, her hips rotating and thrusting to meet each stroke of her husband's penis. "I'm almost there!" Mr. Robinson rasped. Mrs. Robinson turned wild. "Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it!" Kyoko watched captivated until the very end, until the last quiver of the man's buttocks as he finished shooting his sperm into his wife's cunt. Kyoko almost swooned as she watched the cheeks of his ass contract with each thrust, til their movements stopped. Then, just as she was about to move silently away from the crack she looked through at the doorway and across the balcony and back to her own apartment,. Mrs Robinson suddenly looked up at her, catching her gaze. Noriko’s heart pounded in sheer terror. She was stunned to be caught peeping at their love-making like that. Part of Kyoko wanted to turn and run, but she was frozen with shock. Mrs Robinson’s gaze lowered to Kyoko’s thighs and she smiled, seeing Kyoko’s hand, still nestled against her own pussy. “ Come here,” Mrs Robinson said to her smiling and motioning with her outstretched hand for Kyoko to join them. When she said that, Mr Robinson turned his head to look in her direction. Kyoko stood there, her legs unable to move, her heart in her mouth. Mr Robinson climbed to his feet, turned around and walked toward her slowly, his big black cock swaying before him like a pendulum. She stood there completely frozen, unable to move. Kyoko’s heart pounded so heavily within her as Mr Robinson approached her, in all his naked glory. He reached out slowly and slid the door open wide enogh for her to enter, then he grasped her wrist, as her gazed deeply into her eyes. Then she felt the sensation of him pulling her into the doorway, ever so gently. The pounding of her heart grew stronger and stronger andalthough part of her felt fear, she felt more excited than she’d ever been before in her life. As she stumbled forward into the room, Mr Robinson casually reached out and slid the door fully closed, then she heard him lock it, securely behind her. Then she felt him pulling her confidently towards the bed, where his wife still lay, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. When they reached the edge of the bed, Mr Robinson released his grip of her wrist and she felt his hands surround her waist, nudging her up onto her bed. “ Are you up to this honey ?” Kyoko heard Mrs Robinson ask her husband. “ I will be soon, with a little help from her sweet mouth,” Mr Robinson replied, “ You know how long I have wanted to make love to a Japanese woman like her....” His wife just smiled and nodded her head knowingly. He was obviously thrilled with the prospect of having sex with his very first sexy Japanese doll.
Kyoko then felt Mrs Robinson’s hands upon her, flipping her onto her back on the bed and then tightly grasping both of her wrists. Mrs Robinson then stretched Kyoko’s arms above her head, and Kyoko then felt Mr Robinson, climbing onto the bed. “Perfect honey,” he said, in an instant, Kyoko saw his leg pass over her face as he moved into a 69 position above her. Looking up, Kyoko could see his massive black cock, which she had earlier admired from the doorway, now hovering just inches above her face. She could also see that semen was still oozing from its tip, evidence of his orgasm, just minutes ago. Mrs Robinson reached across above her face and grasped his thick cock with her hand. Then she pointed it downward toward Kyoko’s mouth. “ She’s ready for it, honey,” she said,” Give her a taste of your cum.” Mr Robinson immediately began slowly lowering his hips. Mesmerised by the sight of his big cock nearing her mouth, Kyoko involuntarily began to open her mouth wide, to accept it. As she did, she felt Mr Robinson’s arms, pulling her thighs open and back towards her chest, opening up her pussy, in the same way that he had done for his wife, while she watched from her secret vantage-point, in the doorway.
As the sticky tip of his cock brushed her lips, Kyoko felt a surge of pleasure as Mr Robinson’s tongue first brushed her inner thigh. She arched her slim hips upward toward his mouth and his tongue found its target, her aching clitoris. Mr Robinson responded, clenching his buttocks and forcing more of his big cock inside her mouth. He continued to lap and kiss and lick his way around her pussy, darting his tongue into her sex and driving Kyoko wild with excitement. He drew his fingers up to her pussy and peeled back the hood of her clitoris, and then enveloped it, like it was a minature cock. As he sucked on it, he bobbed his head slightly, as though it were he who was giving her own tiny penis, a blowjob. Kyoko cried out with the exquisite pleasure of the sensation, but her cry was fortunately muffled due to his big cock, still lodged deep inside her mouth. Mr Robinson flicked his tongue quickly back and forth across the tip of her clitoris, as he head its shaft securely between his lips. Kyoko was going wild with lust, arching her hips upward into his face, desperately trying to get more of the pleasure that his mouth was bringing her. He lightly nibbed her clitoris with his teeth, then plunged his tongue downward, tracing the outline of her labia. As this was going on, Mrs Robinson had got off the bed and set up a video camera on a tripod, right beside the bed, recording their erotic encounter. Kyoko could take it no more.... She’d never been unfaithful to Kenji before, but there was no way of reversing her lust this time. She desperately wanted to feel this man’s big black cock, plunging in and out of her. As he worked his oral magic on her pussy, Kyoko had tried her best to reciprocate the pleasure, drawing on all of her cock-sucking experience and skill, to bring him back to a full erection. She swirled her tongue around and around the head of his cock, tasting his cum and built his excitement with the upward bobbing of her head on his shaft. She knew she was succeeding, due to the fact that his cock was growing longer and harder with each passing minute. She could also him letting out muffled gasps and groans, in response to her oral ministrations and she could see that he was now gently thrusting his hps, forcing his cock to slowly fuck her mouth. “ That’s it!” Mr Robinson said suddenly, quickly lifting his head away from her pussy and withdrawing his cock from Kyoko’s sweet mouth. He spun around so that he was looking down upon her face, placed his hands upon her shoulders, and rolled her over, onto her stomach. Immediately there-after, Kyoko felt his big hands grasp her hips, lifting her up onto her hands and knees, into doggie style position.
“Tie her wrists to the bedposts, honey,” the man said to his wife, who had been sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, intently watching the two of them pleasuring each other. Mrs Robinson climbed off the bed, went over to the nearby duchess and pulled out some leather handcuffed. Kyoko looked over at her, distracted by her movement, and saw what she held in her hands. Still, she made no effort to escape.... She didn’t care anymore.....She just wanted to feel that big cock. Mrs Robinson quickly attached the leather cuffs and fastened them to the bedhead, as her husband had requested. Kyoko felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt before, but she was also burning up with lust. She felt Mr Robinson’s movements on the bed behind her, and it was obvious that he was getting in position to fuck her. Kyoko felt his warm hands upon her hips and she felt the tip of his hot, enormous cock, poised at the entrance to her vagina. Mr Robinson then very slowly began pushing his cock forward, slowly beginning to penetrate her. Her husband Kenji's cock was tiny by comparison, and her petite Japanese pussy was being stretching like never before, to accept Mr Robinson's huge cock's head. The moment his cockhead popped inside her pussy, Mr Robinson pressed home the invasion, pushing the entire length of his cock inside her. Kyoko wanted to let out a wail, but she knew she had to be silent...after all, Kenji lay sleeping in the next apartment. Mr Robinson paused with his cock buried fully inside her pussy, giving her time to get used to its size. Suddenly Kyoko heard Mrs Robinson say, "Cheese!"...and she turned to her left in the direction of the voice, just in time to see the first flash of a digital camera. This further intensified Kyoko's humiliation...and made her realise that the Robinson's now had concrete proof of her infidelity, that they would probably use to force her to participate in such sex in future, again and again But she was beyond caring then...her lust had taken over completely. Mr Robinson then began to forcefully pistoned his huge cock in and out of her, Kyoko desperately kept her mouth tightly closed, biting her lip, well aware that any cry she made, might alert her husband to what she was now doing. Kyoko’s pussy was stretched widely by his big dick and the sensations she felt deep within her pussy were much more powerful and exquisite than any she had felt before. Kyoko could hear Mr Robinson, panting and grunting with pleasure, as he continued his powerful fucking of her from behind. She could hear the sounds of his muscular thighs, crashing into her buttocks with a slapping sound, each time his thrust into her. It sounded like the slow clapping of an audience, but it felt infinitely more ecstatic and far more perverse. Kyoko was also aware of how much it was turning her on to be restrained like this, tied up as she was, unable to resist Mr Robinson’s fucking. She felt Mr Robinson rest his hand upon the back of her shoulder, and then she felt a delicious pain, as he firmly pinched her right nipple between his thumb and index finger. Then he alternated, pinching her left, all the time continuing to thrust firmly into her pussy doggy-style. Kyoko small surges of electricity rush through her body, each time he pinched her breasts. She wanted to cry out, but she knew very well that crying out might spell disaster for her marriage to Kenji. On and on and on his forceful thrusts went, seemingly never-ending. Having already came once, Mr Robinson obviously had a lot more sexual stamina the second time around. For more than an hour he plunged into her aching, willing, married Japanese pussy from behind, making her dizzy with sexual excitement, oblivious to her gasps and cries, until finally, his second orgasm was almost upon him. “ I can’t risk getting her pregnant, honey,” he said to his wife, apologetically. “ I know”, she said back to him, casually, smiling wickedly. Then she leaned over to him and whispered something to him that Kyoko couldn’t hear. Mr Robinson gave a wicked grin and continued his thrusts into Kyoko's pussy.
Kyoko was then shocked to feel Mrs Robinsons hands upon her buttocks...probing...and she let out a gasp when she first felt Mrs Robinson's lubricated finger, probing her virgin anus. Mrs Robinson then got off the bed, went to the bedside dresser and returned with an anal vibrator...which she quickly lubed up, returned to the bed and proceeded to work inside Kyoko's anus, as her husband continued fucking her Japanese pussy. After another 10 minutes of preparing her ass for anal sex, Mrs Robinson removed that vibrator and Mr Robinson suddenly pulled his hips back, withdrawing his cock from her pussy. He slid his cock upward to its new target. Mrs Robinson handed him a small chube of lubricant, which he quickly applied to both his cock, and to Kyoko’s virgin Japanese anus. In moments, Mr Robinson was pushing forward again, wedging the head of his big cock, against her little rosebud. Kyoko relaxed and accepted her fate and took his cock back there. It popped inside of her asshole quickly. Mr Robinson was very patient and careful not to hurt her, as he slowly worked the length of his monster cock into her back entrance. Once he had worked it all inside her, he once again paused...to give her time to adjust to the size of his cock, in her ass. Once again, Mrs Robinson took the opportunity to take a series of opportunistic, revealing photographs of Kyoko, with Mr Robinson's huge black cock lodged ball's deep inside her virgin Japanese ass. Slowly Mr Robinson withdrew his big cock, until just the head remained inside her ass, then thrust forward full-length inside her again. He began thrusting into her ass, and quickly built the intensity of it. A few minutes later and Kyoko was fighting desperately to control her cries of passion, as he powerfully fucked her ass, intent on having yet another orgasm. Five more minutes of that frantic thrusting and Kyoko heard Mr. Robinson moan loudly, then she felt his big black cock swell inside her ass, and begin to ejaculate his seed, deep inside her. He held her hips tightly to him, and emptied his big black balls inside her ass. When he had finished cumming, he slumped lifelessly against her back, completely drained and exhausted. Kyoko herself, felt numb with the pleasure she had received during the last two hours. After stroking and caressing her body for a long while, Mr and Mrs Robinson released the leather handcuffs restraining her wrists, and relaxed with her on the bed. Kyoko was in disbelief that the experience had actually occurred, but it had. For the first time in many, many years, she felt alive....she felt passionate and lusty. It was to be the first of many secret, memorable experiences with the Robinsons. A while later, she quickly exited the door and stole silently across the low trellis to her own balcony, and the door to her own apartment. Kenji was still sleeping on the large futon in the center of the room. Kyoko switched off the light and stripped off her clothes once more. She lay down in the darkness, and she immediately plunged her fingers inside her sex. She thought of the man and woman together, their strong coupling, vigorous, direct, even if artless. She would have preferred more subtlety, more dalliance, but she had to admit the force the man displayed was exciting. With swift precision, she rubbed her clitoris. She came quickly, and then she came again, and then finally, when she could cum no more, she pulled her fingers away and she drifted off to sleep. In the two years that followed, she returned many more times across the balcony to the Robinson's...and experienced many more exciting encounters, with Mr Robinson's big black cock, and with those of his many black friends. Rarely did a week go by, when she did not get her pretty Japanese mouth, pussy and asshole flooded with the cum of more than one black man. She continued to love her husband Kenji....but knew she'd never be content, without the sex she got from black men.