For the readers, this first chapter is just setting the scenes for the coming chapters. No real sex in this first chapter. But reading it will give you context for what is to follow. If all you want is fapping material, skip this one. But if you want to understand the entire series, please read this chapter in its entirety.
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What is it with the Fourth of July holiday? It seems every significant development in my life happens over that celebration weekend. I was ***** into womanhood on that day, then my husband proposed to me in front of an entire baseball stadium on the Fourth of July. Then we were married on the Fourth of July. So the Fourth was a pretty important day. It would also be the day my life changed again. I’m not sure it was for the better.
It was the Fourth of July, naturally, and we were having a big celebration in our neighborhood like we used to have when I was a teen growing up. Our backyards all were fenced, but we all had gates in the walls, to allow us to be friends if we wanted, or not if it so developed. In my husband’s and my case, we were friends with all of our neighbors, both sides and behind us. We also were on good terms with our neighbors across the street and a few others on our street as well. We were incredibly lucky to find a community of like-minded families who looked out for and took care of, one another. Our house had the only pool on our side of the street, at least as our friends were concerned, which made us very popular on the Fourth of July since we also had the view lots to see the fireworks put on by the city. In short, our house was THE place to be on this particular holiday.
So hosting was what we did every year. I cleaned the house, my husband would tend to the outside stuff, like the lawn, and the pool, and the barbecue. Neighbors would bring food and drink and their kids, and we all sort of watched the kids splash and play, to keep any of them from drowning. We had all kinds of drinks, too, from soda and punch for the kids, to sodas and more adult drinks. Some of the men even tried to get other wives ***** for fun, it seemed. I knew I had to be so damned careful, as I am only 5' 4", and weigh 125 pounds. I am popular with men, because of my healthy C-cup chest, good cleavage, and bubble butt. I don’t work out to get my body, I just have it. Thanks, mom for the genetics! My husband, however, is fit, lean, and well-muscled, from his time in the military. He is still in as a reservist and serves dutifully and diligently. He’s a good soldier!
Anyways, as our day went on, our stock of ice began to run low. I called my husband.
“Honeyyyy… You have to go get us ice… We’re running out!”
“I got a ton of it at my place!” our next-door neighbor chimed in. “Feel free, it’s in the garage.”
I looked to my husband who merely shrugged, and so I spoke to the neighbor, who is six-two, and from Nigeria. His skin is so dark that we joke that if he closes his eyes at night, nobody can see him. His wife is also Nigerian, and an extremely nice person. I like her a lot. Both of them are older, and their son is a teenager or a young adult. Now that I mention it, I think he just turned eighteen. He is a hulk, himself, and is set to play football at college. Linebacker, I think, and he looks like it. His muscles are smooth, and he has a lot of them. He is still growing in his maturity and has a little ways to go. There was a little scandal about him and a cheerleader in high school, but I gave it little credence. I remembered my teenage years, and the things I said after I got jilted. Young ladies could be quite vicious, but at age 24, I think I am well past those times.
“Thanks, I will!” I called out and started to make my way to the gate between our houses.
“Juwon, go help her!” his father Akoni ordered.
“A'right”
Immediately the young man slid up from the pool seemingly effortlessly, as some of the women there watched. Especially a few of us wives and the teen girls present. There was no doubting the young man’s build. He was a fuck-fantasy walking! He made his way to me as I waited at the gate and he even opened it for me. His parents had raised him right!
Leading me into the garage, he flicked the light on and showed me two huge ice chests.
“Want to help me carry the whole thing?” Juwon asked.
I looked at him with a smirk.
“Somehow I doubt you need my help, young man…”
He smiled and bent to pick it up. He managed to get it about four inches off the ground and then let it drop.
“Nope. I know this thing is full to the top. It weighs a ton. *** and I had to both lift them.”
I gave my try and lifted one handle. My perfectly manicured red nails gleamed in the glare of the bright lighting, my nail color perfectly matching the red, white and blue bikini I was wearing. I gave it an honest try.
“Ooomph!” I declared as I managed to sort of make the ice chest consider moving. It actually didn’t budge. But I don’t do heavy lifting. That is what husbands are for! “OK, that’s not gonna’ work. Let’s carry what we can.” I advised.
As Juwon loaded my arms, he began to ask me a question. “Mrs. Anders? Can I ask you something? About girls?”
I think if his skin was capable of blushing, he would have been. But like his parents, his skin was as dark as night. “Please… you are an adult now. Call me Suzi.” I smiled at him. “And shoot…”
“Well…” He hefted two bags of ice and stood there. “I know that a girl tried to get me in trouble, but she said some stuff that wasn’t true. I never got to... you know…”
"You never had sex, I presume?”
He shook his head. He was having a hard time looking me in the eyes. I felt terrible for him, so I set my ice back down and stepped closer to him. Smiling, I placed a hand on his upper arm.
“Juwon, you’re a good person. I know it must’ve been difficult. I am sure you have a lot of other girls who are, you know… interested?”
He laughed at that.
“Mrs. And-… I mean, Suzi… actually, no. After I got accused, none of them would come anywhere near me. I didn’t even get to go to Prom because of it all. I haven’t been on a date since I got my driver’s license.”
That shocked me, actually. He was a handsome, well-mannered, polite young man, he was gonna be a catch for some lucky young lady.
“Oh, come now…” I was disbelieving. “You are so very handsome. I tell you… If I was only a few years younger…”
I was flirting with him, and all I was trying to do was bolster his spirits and self-esteem. But instead, I was making him horny. He stepped closer to me, until we were mere inches apart, my back to the door.
“Juwon… I don-“
That was as much as I got out before I felt his lips lower to mine, and he started to kiss me. I felt his warm body press against mine, and at first, I resisted, keeping my lips sealed, as he licked at them, until I gave in and let him kiss me. His tongue slithered past into my mouth, and my own tongue began to return the favor, kissing him back as our tongues slathered over each other, savoring our tastes and somehow making my voice sigh into his mouth.
My hands slid up his dark, oily skin, feeling his muscles as he held me close, those large palms sliding to my front until his palms were on both of my breasts, and he began groping them. My own hands wound up over his shoulders, draped behind his neck, clasped together as his passion enflamed mine. My nipples rose to hardness as he felt me up, my voice mewing in his growing passion. He was taking control, and I was losing it. It wasn’t long before his hand slid from my breast, going lower until he started to grope my crotch.
This presented problems because my bikini was pretty scant. It was what the wives did. Show off for our men by showing off as much of our bodies as we could get away with. Sheryl won the day with her single-look monokini, and I was a modest second, with my Brazilian bikini. I intentionally bought it one size too small, and up top was mere triangles to cover my areolas, held up by a halter-string setup. My bottoms were a thin Brazilian up front, and a half-puckered rear, that revealed half of my ass. Thin ties were the only thing keeping me from being totally nude in front of this virile young stud.
I could not help but moan softly as he slid his hand up and down my vulva, turning me on even further. The sexual tension had been high all day amongst the couples, and I had been sliding all over my husband as we spent what time we could together, as it was our anniversary, and I planned on fucking him into the ground later that night. I was now in baby-mode, after two years of marriage. I wanted babies, and we agreed on no more than three. I wanted number one so badly! In fact, I had ovulated yesterday, something that occurred around every Fourth of July, as I set our wedding date around my fertility schedule, hoping for that magical Honeymoon baby. That, of course, didn’t happen, but from then on, I was ovulating around every Fourth of July, so my husband could plan on getting lucky on our anniversary, whether he liked it or not! Juwon’s hips began to slowly undulate as well, and I felt the hand on my crotch leave, only to hear his bathing suit being lowered.
“Juwon… We can’t do this… I’m married…” I muttered through the side of my mouth as we kissed.
“I can’t help it” He murmured back, and I believed him.
His hips began to buck against me, only now I could feel his growing cock between my thighs and rise. He had managed to get his legs between mine and as we stood there, I was pinned flat, our kiss finally breaking as I had to turn my head to the side, gasping for breath. His hand reached between us and his fingers slid inside my bikini, moving up and down, tickling my landing strip and brushing me growing clit. He slid lower, and found my labia, my slickness now evident as it coated his skin. Levering my bikini aside, he began to slide up and down my pussy, until he opened my petals and found my hole. As he his finger slid inside me, I realized I was hopelessly trapped. He was going to fuck me, and there was no way I could stop him. He was sliding in and out of me, while his turgid rock began to dry-hump me, my lips dangling open as I made whining sounds, my body out of control in lustful need. I was his for the fucking…
“Juwon! Where you at, boy!” It was his mother yelling out his name from inside the house. Oh, thank goodness for his parents!
I had not known it was possible to get dressed so quickly, and he had his sizeable cock stuffed back in his shorts nearly instantly. I just had to restore my bikini bottom, stand up and stop panting. I quickly grabbed two bags of ice and held them to me, to quell my arousal nearly instantly.
“We’re out here!” I called out.
A few seconds later, the door opened, and there we both were. My holding ice, and Juwon picking up more.
“Sorry, we were taking so long. We sorta’ got to talking about girl problems…”
His mother glared at him, and Juwon shrunk.
“It’s okay, Akanni. Really. Some things a boy just can’t discuss with his parents.” I smiled. “I’m sorry if I have done something wrong?”
Akanni, to her credit, gave me a smile and still held a sharper look at her son. As he stood, he looked back at her, holding six bags of ice. ‘Show off’ I thought to myself.
“Well, we’ll talk with our son later, Wendy, but thank you for being willing to help out. He’s a good boy, and sometimes it is hard for good boys to become good men.”
“Of course. And if I can help, I’d be honored to.” I smiled at them both, giving my best-winning smile. I did mean that. We were friends after all.
With that, the three of us made our way back to the party….
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Chapter 2 to follow soon....
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What is it with the Fourth of July holiday? It seems every significant development in my life happens over that celebration weekend. I was ***** into womanhood on that day, then my husband proposed to me in front of an entire baseball stadium on the Fourth of July. Then we were married on the Fourth of July. So the Fourth was a pretty important day. It would also be the day my life changed again. I’m not sure it was for the better.
It was the Fourth of July, naturally, and we were having a big celebration in our neighborhood like we used to have when I was a teen growing up. Our backyards all were fenced, but we all had gates in the walls, to allow us to be friends if we wanted, or not if it so developed. In my husband’s and my case, we were friends with all of our neighbors, both sides and behind us. We also were on good terms with our neighbors across the street and a few others on our street as well. We were incredibly lucky to find a community of like-minded families who looked out for and took care of, one another. Our house had the only pool on our side of the street, at least as our friends were concerned, which made us very popular on the Fourth of July since we also had the view lots to see the fireworks put on by the city. In short, our house was THE place to be on this particular holiday.
So hosting was what we did every year. I cleaned the house, my husband would tend to the outside stuff, like the lawn, and the pool, and the barbecue. Neighbors would bring food and drink and their kids, and we all sort of watched the kids splash and play, to keep any of them from drowning. We had all kinds of drinks, too, from soda and punch for the kids, to sodas and more adult drinks. Some of the men even tried to get other wives ***** for fun, it seemed. I knew I had to be so damned careful, as I am only 5' 4", and weigh 125 pounds. I am popular with men, because of my healthy C-cup chest, good cleavage, and bubble butt. I don’t work out to get my body, I just have it. Thanks, mom for the genetics! My husband, however, is fit, lean, and well-muscled, from his time in the military. He is still in as a reservist and serves dutifully and diligently. He’s a good soldier!
Anyways, as our day went on, our stock of ice began to run low. I called my husband.
“Honeyyyy… You have to go get us ice… We’re running out!”
“I got a ton of it at my place!” our next-door neighbor chimed in. “Feel free, it’s in the garage.”
I looked to my husband who merely shrugged, and so I spoke to the neighbor, who is six-two, and from Nigeria. His skin is so dark that we joke that if he closes his eyes at night, nobody can see him. His wife is also Nigerian, and an extremely nice person. I like her a lot. Both of them are older, and their son is a teenager or a young adult. Now that I mention it, I think he just turned eighteen. He is a hulk, himself, and is set to play football at college. Linebacker, I think, and he looks like it. His muscles are smooth, and he has a lot of them. He is still growing in his maturity and has a little ways to go. There was a little scandal about him and a cheerleader in high school, but I gave it little credence. I remembered my teenage years, and the things I said after I got jilted. Young ladies could be quite vicious, but at age 24, I think I am well past those times.
“Thanks, I will!” I called out and started to make my way to the gate between our houses.
“Juwon, go help her!” his father Akoni ordered.
“A'right”
Immediately the young man slid up from the pool seemingly effortlessly, as some of the women there watched. Especially a few of us wives and the teen girls present. There was no doubting the young man’s build. He was a fuck-fantasy walking! He made his way to me as I waited at the gate and he even opened it for me. His parents had raised him right!
Leading me into the garage, he flicked the light on and showed me two huge ice chests.
“Want to help me carry the whole thing?” Juwon asked.
I looked at him with a smirk.
“Somehow I doubt you need my help, young man…”
He smiled and bent to pick it up. He managed to get it about four inches off the ground and then let it drop.
“Nope. I know this thing is full to the top. It weighs a ton. *** and I had to both lift them.”
I gave my try and lifted one handle. My perfectly manicured red nails gleamed in the glare of the bright lighting, my nail color perfectly matching the red, white and blue bikini I was wearing. I gave it an honest try.
“Ooomph!” I declared as I managed to sort of make the ice chest consider moving. It actually didn’t budge. But I don’t do heavy lifting. That is what husbands are for! “OK, that’s not gonna’ work. Let’s carry what we can.” I advised.
As Juwon loaded my arms, he began to ask me a question. “Mrs. Anders? Can I ask you something? About girls?”
I think if his skin was capable of blushing, he would have been. But like his parents, his skin was as dark as night. “Please… you are an adult now. Call me Suzi.” I smiled at him. “And shoot…”
“Well…” He hefted two bags of ice and stood there. “I know that a girl tried to get me in trouble, but she said some stuff that wasn’t true. I never got to... you know…”
"You never had sex, I presume?”
He shook his head. He was having a hard time looking me in the eyes. I felt terrible for him, so I set my ice back down and stepped closer to him. Smiling, I placed a hand on his upper arm.
“Juwon, you’re a good person. I know it must’ve been difficult. I am sure you have a lot of other girls who are, you know… interested?”
He laughed at that.
“Mrs. And-… I mean, Suzi… actually, no. After I got accused, none of them would come anywhere near me. I didn’t even get to go to Prom because of it all. I haven’t been on a date since I got my driver’s license.”
That shocked me, actually. He was a handsome, well-mannered, polite young man, he was gonna be a catch for some lucky young lady.
“Oh, come now…” I was disbelieving. “You are so very handsome. I tell you… If I was only a few years younger…”
I was flirting with him, and all I was trying to do was bolster his spirits and self-esteem. But instead, I was making him horny. He stepped closer to me, until we were mere inches apart, my back to the door.
“Juwon… I don-“
That was as much as I got out before I felt his lips lower to mine, and he started to kiss me. I felt his warm body press against mine, and at first, I resisted, keeping my lips sealed, as he licked at them, until I gave in and let him kiss me. His tongue slithered past into my mouth, and my own tongue began to return the favor, kissing him back as our tongues slathered over each other, savoring our tastes and somehow making my voice sigh into his mouth.
My hands slid up his dark, oily skin, feeling his muscles as he held me close, those large palms sliding to my front until his palms were on both of my breasts, and he began groping them. My own hands wound up over his shoulders, draped behind his neck, clasped together as his passion enflamed mine. My nipples rose to hardness as he felt me up, my voice mewing in his growing passion. He was taking control, and I was losing it. It wasn’t long before his hand slid from my breast, going lower until he started to grope my crotch.
This presented problems because my bikini was pretty scant. It was what the wives did. Show off for our men by showing off as much of our bodies as we could get away with. Sheryl won the day with her single-look monokini, and I was a modest second, with my Brazilian bikini. I intentionally bought it one size too small, and up top was mere triangles to cover my areolas, held up by a halter-string setup. My bottoms were a thin Brazilian up front, and a half-puckered rear, that revealed half of my ass. Thin ties were the only thing keeping me from being totally nude in front of this virile young stud.
I could not help but moan softly as he slid his hand up and down my vulva, turning me on even further. The sexual tension had been high all day amongst the couples, and I had been sliding all over my husband as we spent what time we could together, as it was our anniversary, and I planned on fucking him into the ground later that night. I was now in baby-mode, after two years of marriage. I wanted babies, and we agreed on no more than three. I wanted number one so badly! In fact, I had ovulated yesterday, something that occurred around every Fourth of July, as I set our wedding date around my fertility schedule, hoping for that magical Honeymoon baby. That, of course, didn’t happen, but from then on, I was ovulating around every Fourth of July, so my husband could plan on getting lucky on our anniversary, whether he liked it or not! Juwon’s hips began to slowly undulate as well, and I felt the hand on my crotch leave, only to hear his bathing suit being lowered.
“Juwon… We can’t do this… I’m married…” I muttered through the side of my mouth as we kissed.
“I can’t help it” He murmured back, and I believed him.
His hips began to buck against me, only now I could feel his growing cock between my thighs and rise. He had managed to get his legs between mine and as we stood there, I was pinned flat, our kiss finally breaking as I had to turn my head to the side, gasping for breath. His hand reached between us and his fingers slid inside my bikini, moving up and down, tickling my landing strip and brushing me growing clit. He slid lower, and found my labia, my slickness now evident as it coated his skin. Levering my bikini aside, he began to slide up and down my pussy, until he opened my petals and found my hole. As he his finger slid inside me, I realized I was hopelessly trapped. He was going to fuck me, and there was no way I could stop him. He was sliding in and out of me, while his turgid rock began to dry-hump me, my lips dangling open as I made whining sounds, my body out of control in lustful need. I was his for the fucking…
“Juwon! Where you at, boy!” It was his mother yelling out his name from inside the house. Oh, thank goodness for his parents!
I had not known it was possible to get dressed so quickly, and he had his sizeable cock stuffed back in his shorts nearly instantly. I just had to restore my bikini bottom, stand up and stop panting. I quickly grabbed two bags of ice and held them to me, to quell my arousal nearly instantly.
“We’re out here!” I called out.
A few seconds later, the door opened, and there we both were. My holding ice, and Juwon picking up more.
“Sorry, we were taking so long. We sorta’ got to talking about girl problems…”
His mother glared at him, and Juwon shrunk.
“It’s okay, Akanni. Really. Some things a boy just can’t discuss with his parents.” I smiled. “I’m sorry if I have done something wrong?”
Akanni, to her credit, gave me a smile and still held a sharper look at her son. As he stood, he looked back at her, holding six bags of ice. ‘Show off’ I thought to myself.
“Well, we’ll talk with our son later, Wendy, but thank you for being willing to help out. He’s a good boy, and sometimes it is hard for good boys to become good men.”
“Of course. And if I can help, I’d be honored to.” I smiled at them both, giving my best-winning smile. I did mean that. We were friends after all.
With that, the three of us made our way back to the party….
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Chapter 2 to follow soon....
