To my readers:
Please note that this chapter has a lot more detailed descriptions than usual, and is setting up the next couple of chapters in the saga. This does, however, make the chapter a little longer than some may enjoy. These descriptions are important to me, and I hope the reader, to allow them to identify with the protagonist and other characters, as well as give a sense of 'being there'. I have also received requests for more details, and so I am doing my best to accommodate those requests. If you are just looking for just sexual content, skip to the last page or two. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy, as a white wife succumbs to a superior black neighbor...
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The Neighbor- Ch. 6
I awoke the next morning, after sleeping wonderfully soundly. But the moment I tried to move there was an unpleasant soreness in my crotch. Of course, the payback for the day’s debauchery yesterday. My body had been used by my virile black lover yesterday more than ever in my life. I think the most my husband and I had sex was after the mythical third date, and even then, I think he tapped out after three. Juwon had me four times, with bigger equipment, and after the last, I don’t think he needed much rest. I had no doubt he could have gone well into the night.
My phone rang, to interrupt my reverie. “Hello?”
“Good morning, Suzi, I hope I have not disturbed you?”
“No, no, Akoni, I was just laying down for a minute. What’s up?” My sleepy voice belied the truth.
My neighbor spoke in a deep baritone, even deeper than Juwon’s, and I imagined with some practice he could have that sweet molasses tone of Morgan Freeman.
“Well, we have a bit of a dilemma and I was hoping you could help?”
I sat up and rubbed my face to clear the cobwebs from my nearly-comatose sleep.
“If I can, you know that. What do you need?”
“Well, and I know this is asking a lot, but Akanni and I have to go to a rather formal event next week, and Juwon needs to attend as well. It is purely a social-thing, as far as he is concerned, but I fear he isn’t going to be able to scare up a date. At least not one who will be able to fit my vision for him. As this is an awards ceremony in my career-field, and there are some political aspects to it, I would much rather Juwon have someone with him, as well.”
My brows shot up and I blinked twice. “Uhhh... what?” I was a bit taken aback. “Let me get this straight. You want me to go as a date with your son? Don’t you think people might raise an eyebrow or two?”
I could hear his trying to ease the tension in my voice. “It’s not like that, Suzi. All I am asking is that you be his escort for the evening. Just smile, nod, and keep him company. I know you do that for Steve, and what I ask is no small thing, but would you at least consider it?”
I sighed. “Alright, Akoni. It’s a good thing I like you. I’ll consider it, but I will need you to speak with my husband about this. I’m not about to get all gussied up and ask my husband to let me go on a date with another man, no matter who he is.”
“Alright, I will do that. I will also bring Juwon along, as he needs to see how this is done between gentlemen. Oh, one other thing…”
I had a sudden sense of dread. This wasn’t going to be good.
“We will be spending the night down at the resort. It is a bit far, and I am expecting that there will be plenty of alcohol served, and I would rather not take that chance. Better to keep us all safe. I will provide you a private room, of course.”
In the back of my mind, I am thinking ‘Yeah, no shit I’ll have my own room. I can’t be seen sleeping with Juwon, by literally anybody!’
I cleared my throat. “Uhh… as long as it is a separate room, then fine. But…” and I held up my index finger for nobody to see, since I was home alone. “You have to secure Steve’s permission for me to do this. I’ll also need to know just how formal this thing is. If I am going to be representing somebody, I want to make sure I am not an embarrassment.”
Akoni chuckled in the phone.
“I don’t have much worry of that, Suzi, but I will have Akanni spend time with you, to make sure everyone is on the same page.”
“Fair enough.” I replied, and after we said our good-byes, I flopped back onto my pillow and groaned. “This is going to be so dangerous.”
That night, when my husband came home, I gave him a pre-notice warning of the call he was to be expecting. He looked at me, and wanted to know what I thought.
“Well, it should be harmless-enough, other than I will probably have to go dress-shopping, and figure out what is the right outfit to wear. I mean, I’ll have my own room and everything, and I have every intention of wearing my wedding ring, if I can. Nobody is going to mistake me for anything other than being your wife.”
“Well, I certainly want to talk with Akoni. While I trust him, I mean, we have keys to each other’s houses, fer’ crying out loud, I want to make sure you are safe and that you are provided for. He is going to make sure you are taken care of, with everything you need when you are on the trip. Room, meals, everything.” He then furrowed his brows. “When is this thing again?”
“Next week, sometime. Why?”
“Well, this may work out then. I have to fly back to Corporate next week, and I’ll be gone Tuesday through Saturday, and flying home Sunday.”
I began to scowl. He knew how much I hated it when he was gone on this long trips.
Holding up both his hands to calm me, he smiled. “Relax, it isn’t as bad as you think. I leave on the Tuesday red-eye and I should be back Sunday morning. I am also taking next week off as comp-time to settle things up a little. I know I have been having to work a lot, and so I want to make it up to you. We can go up the coast and just spend time together, alright? Just the two of us. I’m even leaving my work-phone at home.”
I had to admit some short-term pain for long-term gain here, and I accepted the deal. Besides, with his being gone, going on Akoni’s trip sounded like a good way to spend some time. Plus, who knew? Maybe Juwon and I could manage to find time for a quick interlude? I would, of course, wait for Akoni and Juwon to make their pitch. This truly was going to be up to the men. I was just going to sit this one out and let them duke it out, as it were.
The next day, I came home from grocery shopping, only to find the men in the den, conversing. I said my hello’s and got busy making dinner. After about 20 minutes, I heard them say their good-byes, and Akoni even called out to me as my husband entered the kitchen, snuggling me from behind. He was feeling frisky, and since Juwon had evidently been sated within an inch of his life, we hadn’t seen each other since the other day. I wasn’t sore and I am sure my body had restored itself to the pre-black cock invasion Juwon gave me.
“Akanni will be calling you tomorrow!” Akoni called out in farewell.
Steve whispered in my ear. “It’s all set, Love. Just do me a favor and look as scorching hot as you can. I want you to not only look amazing, but sexy as Hell, so that everybody knows what an amazing wife I have!”
I turned to him, smiling and we kissed, before resuming our evening’s activity, including making love. He was his usual vigor, and he made sure I got mine, though it was after he had released himself in me. Still, it was bareback and unprotected, as we were getting careless about starting our ******. It was just too early in my cycle. There was little chance I had ovulated, and our viewpoint had become one of well, if it happened, it happened. Next week while he was gone would be different.
Akanni and I spoke a couple of days later, having lunch in their backyard.
“You know, for us, this is very prestigious award. Akoni has invented a device to help heart patients when they have open-heart surgery. He is being recognized by his colleagues, the Medical Board, the Board of Directors at the hospital, politicians, of course, and there will be various other dignitaries who wish to be seen as part of this. It is quite important.”
She looked at me almost as if I was a minion, of sorts. We were friends, of course, but there was always a something there I never could put my finger on. Even when she had nearly found Juwon and me in their garage, she had this air about her. A normal woman might have gone slightly berserk if she suspected anything from a married woman going on with her son, yet Akanni maintained a dignified poise, even though I had crossed a familial rule. She wasn’t upset so much as disappointed, and it was weird. Despite everything between her son and me, it was a curiosity I couldn’t quell, and of course, curiosity killed the cat, so I had to ask.
“Akanni, let me ask you something…” I began as I set my can of Diet Coke down. “I have never seen you upset even once. Things that have made me want to commit open murder you seem to take in great stride. Why? I don’t get it…”
She took a moment and looked out at our vista across the valley before she looked at me. She still had that dignified air.
“Oh, Suzi, please… what I tell you I must ask you to keep to yourself, and not discuss it with anyone. Perhaps your husband, but no one else.”
I nodded. “Fair enough…”
“We do not speak of it, but Akoni and I are of some import back in our homeland. I am a princess of noble birth, and as such, I hold high honor in my home country. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been raised to behave a certain way, to realize the serious from the trivial, and only to display concern when it is truly warranted.”
I don’t think I would have been more surprised if she told me she had watched Juwon screwing me.
“Yer kiddin’ me.”
“No, dear, not at all. It is true. It caused a minor uproar when I left for the United States, but I came here to be with my husband as he went through medical school.”
She then raised a finger to hold my silence as she continued, as I was about to ask more questions. I would need to learn her sense of style and patience.
“Akoni and I had an arranged marriage. Though he is not a prince by birth, his ****** held access to great oil reserves, and our parents considered it beneficial for all parties to join, so he and I were wed. He was to go to medical school here, and then upon completing his studies return to Nigeria. But life has a way of changing plans, and so we have remained here, and Juwon is our American-born son, which gives us a dual-citizenship status.”
I sat back, a bit embarrassed. I had no idea my neighbor was so... important!
“Soooo...” I began to draw out. “Should I be calling you’re your majesty or something?”
That actually made Akanni smile.
“No, dear. Far from it. To you, we are simply Akoni and Akanni, friends and neighbors. But as time moves forward, there will be things that must occur, and now that you know, I may ask a favor of you, to help keep up appearances, so to speak.”
“Like this trip next week.”
“Indeed. It is important that Juwon be seen as a young man of great quality and desire. This makes you the ideal person. You have the exact qualities we are hoping for. You are smart, pretty, and socially adept. You can help Juwon by looking after him should anything socially awkward come his way. He is not yet schooled in the finer arts of politics and people. All he sees is smashing people’s heads in with that awful game.”
I was blushing as I was given such high compliments from who I now knew was royalty. But when she spoke about football, that kind of stuck in me. I loved the game.
“Ok, now listen your Royal Hiney.” I began, half-joking. “You can say a lot about our country, but to say bad things about one of America’s greatest sports? Them’s fighting words.” I ended with a smile.
“Besides, I don’t think you appreciate how good your son is. I would be shocked if he was not offered the chance to play professionally, and if he were go in the early rounds? Big bucks. Very big bucks.”
To her credit, Akanni listened to me without showing judgement, despite my poking fun at her.
“How big?”
“Oh, I dunno… Maybe tens of millions, to start. Even more if he hits Free Agency.”
The numbers surprised her, which surprised me. I had found something to remember. A soft spot. Money. Surely they weren’t needing any, but to have her son set on his own laurels would no doubt give any mother comfort.
“This is good to know, Suzi, and I thank you. We can discuss that perhaps on the drive next week. But for now, let’s discuss shopping. I am taking you, for I have the vision I want for my son’s escort. It is also my understanding that your husband has given us full-discretion on what to wear. We shall make you glamorous and beautiful, and the envy of every man who sees you on Juwon’s arm. We shall not be sparing many expenses to make you even more beautiful than you already are, dear friend.”
To that, I could only raise my soda can and tip it in salute.
That shopping trip was just unreal. It was just the two of us, with my driving as Akanni was not a fan of the US freeway system. Or driving at all, I would discover. So we traveled into the toniest parts of the greater basin, where the wealthy and elite shopped and dined. We had a brunch that cost as much as much as my monthly online-shopping bill, and just about every place we went offered complimentary Champagne and some sort of hors o’douevres. I must have tried on at least 20 pairs of shoes, from four-inch to a whopping 6-inch heels, strappy sandals to posh pumps, and a wide assortment of colors. After almost breaking an ankle in a pair of 6-inch platform sandals, I settled for a pair of black strappy 4-inch polished patent leather stilettos with nearly blinding red soles. The shoes were more than my car payment. Maybe two of them! Then there was dress shopping.
Akanni had me trying on everything from 50’s style Rockabilly to fetish-wear. A full-on bridal-style formal gown and a full-length gown with the side-slit so high that wearing underwear was impossible, not to mention how much boob I was showing. Six stores later, I was feeling bubbly on the bubbly, and so I tried on this one dress. A gorgeous black silky and shimmery satin material, it was double-sided bridal satin dress, very thin, with a circular hem. Only there was no waist to it. It had two thin jeweled straps that connected a draped back to a draped front. I was showing a ton of cleavage, and some side-boob as well. In the mirror, I looked sexy as hell, and completely fuck-able. The hem was perhaps two whole inches below my crotch. Even the slightest spin, or breath of air would give risk to prying eyes, and in this dress, there would certainly be a lot of them.
“Come, Suzi, let me see.”
“Are you sure? This one is a little short…”
“Nonsense. So are you, now, come present yourself? Let me see what vision I might be presenting for your date.”
So with a deep breath, and wearing no bra, I stepped out and showed her. I was surprised when I didn’t get a negative reaction from her. Or any reaction, for that matter. Her head was tilting and she was eyeing me closely. Her eyes narrowed and she then nodded.
“This will be the one. But it is incomplete. You need more.”
I looked at her.
“You mean like pants of something?”
She smiled and shook her head.
“Oh, no, Suzi, this dress makes you look about my son’s age, which is exactly what I want. You are already young, but I wish you to look almost as a teenager. A mature teenager, to be sure, but still, a girl young enough to dress for her young man. Now we just need some accessories.”
As I stood there, she beckoned one of the three sales consultants, as I learned they preferred to be called, and she spoke softly to her. With a dismissive wave, the consultant was off.
It took nearly an hour, but the consultant returned, with a plastic-covered garment bag over her arm, and a smaller bag. During that time, Akanni and I sat, while I was still wearing this micro-excuse for a dress, and chatted. Me trying to explain to her about why American football was so popular, and her trying to debunk the safety of the sport.
“Ah, she is back. Stand, Suzi, let us finish your appearance.”
It only took a few minutes after I was taken to the dressing room, but when I was ready, I had to admit, I looked like every guy’s wet dream. With my hair and makeup done, I would be an absolute, drop-dead, stunning knock-out. Frankly, I loved what I saw, despite how short the dress was.
What was added to the dress was a pair of satin opera-length black gloves, a faux-diamond bracelet, a wide faux-diamond choker, and to provide me that last glamorous touch, a black satin cape. It was high-collared and a circle-cut, the hem coming just below that of the dress. If I let the cape close fully, I was covered from neck to high-thighs, a very mysterious vision. If I was to let it open, I presented a new form of elegant slut. At least, that was my term for it.
Akanni was delighted. It made me look at her in a new way. I had no idea she had these kinds of ideas, and I asked her about it as she paid for the outfit. It was more than my mortgage payment.
“Dear, I used to be young once, myself, remember. Akoni used to have ideas of how he wished me to dress for him. Consider this as carrying on his vision for what he would think ideal for his son.”
After we got home and I put the outfit away, very carefully, I had to sit there and think. Just what the Hell was going to happen. Sexy was one thing, but jeez! Of course, I dare not show it to my husband. He would shred it trying to get at me! It would be for Juwon’s eyes, only, as would I be. But how to get there, what to be wearing as we drove, and the rest. It was just a nightmare. I felt so out of my league and yet, so ready for an evening with Juwon. I wasn’t sure what to be saying to these people, as they were total strangers, and yet I would be expected to be polite, of course, but that if they spoke about things I knew nothing about? What did Juwon want me to be like? I tried to text him, so we could talk, but he wasn’t responding to me. I sighed and grabbed a magazine, and started to just peruse, hoping Juwon would contact me.
I awoke the next day to a few texts, first being my husband. He was going to be extended until Monday. I definitely had mixed feelings about this news, as I missed my husband greatly, but also wanted to spend more time with Juwon. His cock was just destroying me, sexually. He had recently worn a Speedo bathing suit, which hid literally nothing, as his underwear, and proceeded to tease me all day. That night I attacked my husband, and was humping him into the ground when he got home, all the while thinking about Juwon and his mighty cock. I even talked dirty with my husband, pretending that a man had hit on me, and asked me on a date, even telling me what to wear for him, wherein I described the outfit I would be wearing for Juwon. How vulnerable I was, and that I had been commanded not to wear panties for the mysterious stranger, and my date taking me to a club, and then to a park, and what a near-thing it had been, as his cock was rubbing at my vagina when I was rescued by a passing policeman. My story resulted in both of us having rather explosive orgasms, and I collapsed on my husband, gasping for air as our nude bodies meshed together, my husband’s penis still inside me as I drifted off to sleep atop him.
The next morning my husband was all smiles, and complimented me on my storytelling, and that it was hot, and that he would have to take me to some public place and make love to me. I smiled, too, knowing that Juwon had already done a lot of what the story had been, and my own words had fueled my own lustful needs. I gave my husband a passionate kiss as he left for his trip, my body already needing another release from the rising sexual torment. As soon as he was safely away, I made a bee-line to the bedroom, and stripped off my panties, and slid into our satin sheets, rolling to grab my Battery-Operated Boyfriend, who I named Bob, of course. Then I let my imagination go to work…
In my mind, I was dressed to tease, wearing another favorite dress of mine, a Prom-like dress that was backless to the curve of my butt, while the front was a string halter that held up a deeply plunging bodice that went to the bottom of my ribcage. The skirt itself was a tightly-hemmed circle skirt, giving it a natural flare that was only accentuated when I turned, twirled, or spun. The silky teal-green satin was smooth and silky-soft, flipping and flitting with every step in my heels. As Bob began to warm me up, my imagination placed me in a dangerous downtown skid row area, as I strutted along, teasing the men of all colors who were down and out, and living a hard time.
When Bob entered me, the wind gusted, and ******* my body to the high-waist and revealed my taut stomach and belly button, and my landing strip as I had ‘forgotten’ to wear panties. That had been the final straw as I was soon chased, pursued down into even darker and more dangerous areas, down an alley until I was trapped. Then dark hands were upon me, feeling me up, and probing my body, gnarled, weathered fingers dark as night probing my pussy and making me heat drip my moisture onto the ground as I was being fingered to the point of orgasm, debilitating my resistance, and my total helplessness as multiple black men ***** me, bareback and with great virility, making me risk having the child of an unknown black villain. That was when I exploded on my bed, my body sweaty and I looked even more of a mess than when I woke up.
Laying there, gasping for breath, I turned Bob off and put him away, and lay there, recovering as I was sent into a new and vivid imaginary world, one that my husband apparently had some desire for. It would have to become an area of discussion and exploration between him and me when he returned. There was no doubting the passions of last night, for the both of us, and who knew? Maybe there was a way I can have my chocolate cake and eat it, too? Resting and finally able, I made sure to make the bed and then began to get ready for my day, and my date with Juwon in a few days.
That morning, I started by showering and then getting my hair and nails done, a treat I usually reserved for some gossip time during the week, and after arriving home I began to ‘get my act together’. Clothing to wear to the event, my outfit for the event, and stuff for sleeping in, and then the return trip home. Makeup, shoes, toiletries, and even some lingerie. That last was for me, and perhaps Juwon, if time permitted. I had two pairs of sheer, dark stockings, and a lace garter-belt, a lacey- sheer strapless bra and three pairs of panties. One was just a daily-use ‘cheekster’ pair, the next was a racier mini-string, and then the ones I planned to wear with the dress. They were a mix between the mini-string and a C-string. The black elastic strings rose up over my hips, and down to my crotch, with just a V-notched patch of satin to cradle my labia closed. The patch then attached to the other end of the strings. This pair was so small that it left my clit and just the top of my labia *******, not to mention my full landing strip.
As I was gathering everything together, I got a text from Akanni. It was a message of being flexible. I had planned on getting to the resort with them, checking into our rooms and then getting ready for the banquet. But Akoni being Akoni, he had some medical thing to sort out before he could leave, so we were going to be delayed about 90 minutes. The short story was that we were going to have to travel dressed for the event, and go straight from car to ballroom, and even then, we would be pushing the fashionably late timeframe. Sighing, I began to rearrange my bag and travel case, and getting the last things I needed done for the house completed before dressing for the trip. Setting my small overnight bag by the door, and my smaller travel case on top of it, I was checking myself in the mirror. By my count, I still had another fifteen minutes. It was not to be. Double checking, I realized my wedding and engagement rings would not fit with my opera-length gloves on, so stashed them in my overnight bag, and zipped it up.
A rapid knock had me answering the door completely dressed from head to toe, looking my absolute best and fashionably sexy. Flared minidress, as I came to call it, and my cape, plus heels and micro-panties and gloves, and I was ready. It was Juwon.
“Hey, Suzi, we gotta’ go. ***’s back and he says were going to have to hurry.”
I saw him reach down to grab my bag and so I nodded and went ahead, getting in the backseat as he had everything in the trunk.
Akanni and Akoni both complimented me, and said I looked amazing, and would be the perfect image for their son, and just asked me to remember I was to present myself as a single girl on a date with my boyfriend. Well, part of that was, at this point, very true. I had come to think of Juwon as my sexy, virile and powerful boyfriend. I smiled to them, and the handsome and distinguished black boyfriend I had, himself dressed in a very fine tuxedo. Akanni had a designer gown of some sort, I wouldn’t get to see all it until later, but there was no doubt she would be resplendent.
As we made our way, we had some small back and forth chit-chat and were just passing time when I felt a hand on my thigh. My dress was so short that the satin hemline was nearly at my butt. Juwon was taking the opportunity to feel me up, which I wouldn’t normally mind a bit, but he kept caressing me higher and more dangerously, increasing my arousal as he let his fingers touch the inside of my thigh near my vulva before circling back down in a long, slow oval. I felt myself struggling to look normally ahead, all the while fighting to keep from reacting. Glancing down, I could see his ebony fingers on my pale skin, the contrast also arousing in a different way. My heartbeat was growing faster, as was the intensity, as my body began to rise to the occasion, as it were, with my nipples growing hard and erect, something my dress would not hide visually. Only that single layer of satin isolated me from the world, and my nipples were trying to poke holes in it!
I gently used my gloved hand to usher his hand away, but he kept growing bolder, and as I looked up to him, I could see the look in his eyes. He was playing games with me, and I was going to lose. He knew it, and worse, I knew it, too. It was just going to be a question of when, and at the rate he was going, I was going to give myself to him in the backseat, right behind his parents! I desperately firmed my grip on his fingers, until our hands were finally intertwined, clasping fingers. I gave his hand a little shake, so as not to bruise his ego, and I smiled, trying to tell him without using my voice that he would get what was his later tonight. It was then I almost shit myself.
Holding hands with my black boyfriend, who was almost six-years my junior, and just graduated from high school, his mother looked back at us to say something. Her eyes darted to see us holding hands, and she smiled.
“Good, good. This is what I want to see for the two of you tonight. Suzi, you being the devoted girlfriend of our son, and Juwon, you being the affectionate and caring young man I know you can be. Remember, Juwon, Suzi is your trophy girlfriend this weekend, so be sure to keep her close, and treat her as one.”
He nodded, and I could swear his skin was blushing, if it were possible.
“Now, Suzi, I will ask you this favor. I know you may have an objection to this…” Akanni was speaking to me formally, as if I was her employee or something. “But I need you to be that girlfriend for him. Stay with him, and dote on him as well. It is important for my husband’s image for Juwon to have a proper girlfriend, and in your case, a particularly ravishing one. It will help if all of the men are jealous of Juwon, for it will signal a growing and powerful future he has by having such a girl on his arm. How you display that is up to you, but know that I won’t be seeing or saying anything, nor will my husband.”
I was blushing, and at the same time, confused and even feeling guilty. Were they giving me permission to fuck their son into unconsciousness? Were they expecting him to fuck me stoopid? Did they already know he had done this to me several times, plus the quickies he and I had managed to have? Just how far was the limit here? I certainly had no concerns about kissing him politely, and even as a public display of affection. But what about beyond that?
I was about to ask, when Akoni’s phone rang, and he took another work-related call. Thanks to Bluetooth technology and hands-free phone calls, we all listened in as he spoke of something that made little sense to me, all of it medical stuff. Looking out the window, I simply held Juwon’s hand and carefully arranged my cape to cover my shoulders. It was then I had a thought.
“Juwon, when we get there, can you please see that my suitcase is put in my room?”
He looked back at me with alarm.
“What suitcase?”
Then it was my own turn to freeze solid.
“Uhhh…” I began cautiously. “The one next to the door? The black one with soft sides?”
“Ummm… I... didn’t bring it.”
“Excuse me?” My tone was a bit short. I was realizing I was about to spend the trip with only the clothing I had on, and it was definitely not going to be sufficient. I was going to be fine for the party. But the next day? The trip home? “Then what did you bring?”
He jerked his thumb towards the trunk. “The small suitcase you had, about the size of my backpack.”
I winced.
“Juwon, that is my travel case. All it has is my makeup and toiletries. You know, toothbrush, shampoo, stuff like that? My overnight bag has my clothing and the rest of...”
I stopped short. I had gotten a cervical cap, as despite the wants for my husband and me to begin our ******, Juwon’s hold on me with his cock was going to present a problem, if I got pregnant by him. I had tossed it in my overnight bag. It was now sitting back by my front door, along with… The sudden rush of shit to my heart grew worse. My wedding rings were in there, too. Wearing them was a condition my husband had set for me to go on the trip, and I had agreed to it. This was just getting worse and worse.
Akoni had finished his call and was listening in.
“Suzi, dear, I am sure the resort has some shopping. We’ll see you have what you need. Have no worry, we don’t want to upset your husband. He is being very kind and generous in allowing you to come with us, and I don’t want to betray his friendship. It’ll be alright.”
He had a point. He wasn’t going to betray my husband. It was looking more and more like I would be. Again. That brought my thoughts back to where I had been originally, and after thanking Akoni, I looked back out the window, my mind on the evening, or more accurately, after the party.
We arrived at the resort, after along, winding drive to the entrance, one designed to show off the luxury of the location. With lovely views of the ocean, direct access to a private beach and a well-manicured golf course, the resort was just as opulent as I was told to expect. It also explained why I was dressed so richly. The driveway was long, and showed the true size of the property, along with a beach access and a couple of more intimate pool areas, as well as the club house and a portion of the golf course. Flags were standing in the breeze, and as my door was opened by the valet, almost immediately my cape and dress began to fill out. It took me a moment to realize that the satin cape was flying from my neck, and revealing my dress, and another moment to realize that my dress had billowed out and risen to my waist before I squealed and used both hands to push the front and back down. The satin gloves and the satin dress provided some slippery and difficult to control moments as I ignored my cape, letting it float out and into the valet’s face as I struggled to maintain some of my modesty. Not for Juwon, but for everyone else. No doubt the valet got a great view of me, while Juwon just stood there with a stupid grin on his face. I was pretty sure he saw a lot, too, only he had already seen all of his girlfriend previously. A luxury car pulled in behind us as I was making my way towards the lobby, no doubt the occupants getting a teasing look of me as I again used my satin-gloved hands to tamp down my dress.
“Juwon, get your girlfriend’s case…” Akanni chided him. “I am sure she is much to busy to think of such things right now, and as her boyfriend, you must see to her needs. Every one of them, do you understand?”
“Yes’m.” and I saw Juwon dart back into the car and grab my bag. Coming back to me, he began to reach out, to hand it to me, when I suddenly got what Akanni intended. Part of my being there was to train her son in how to behave with a girlfriend in a proper environment.
“Juwon, if you please, would you carry my bag to my room for me?” I asked in my kitten-soft voice, smiling to him.
A glance back to Akanni caught a nod from her. Ok, so I knew more of what was expected. Class was now in session, much as it was when Juwon got a class in female physiology from me. Only that had ended with his earning an A+ from his teacher, and he fucked her a few times in the ensuing hours. As Juwon and I left to get checked in and then down the hallway to my room, I let my cape fall to cover me as completely as possible, as I gave the slow, proper step of a woman wearing high heels and strutted next to him, letting everyone else see what I hoped to be exuded sexiness as I held onto Juwon’s arm as my escort. There were people coming and going past us and I could feel eyes one me from behind. I think I was achieving my goal, and Juwon’s stock was rising with the hotness of the girl he was escorting. In my mind, I thought I looked smoking hot just then!
Once in my room, I noticed with a frown that there was no adjoining room. I asked Juwon about it.
“Mom thinks it best for you to be across the resort from us. It isn’t to be disrespectful, but it is to be respectful to you, given you are married, and at the same time make it look like you and I are in amore proper relationship. We are dating, not engaged.”
“Ah. Okay, I got it.” I tried to hide my disappointment. “I am kinda’ bummed, though. I figured in this dress you might want to pay me a visit later.”
He drew and evil smirk. “I’m not done seeing you now.”
He advanced on me, and my warning bells all started screaming at me.
“Juwon, we can’t! Not here, not now! We’ll be super late! What about your parents?”
He snorted. “They told me to bring you as soon as you were ready.”
He had now grabbed my upper arms and was steering me. He pushed me out onto the balcony, as my room was on the third floor of four, and spun me around, making me face the ocean vista. The look was quite beautiful, but I had other things on my mind. But then, so did Juwon.
“Juwon! Stop this! We can be seen!”
I was rewarded with the sound of his zipper coming down, and in short moments, I felt his growing shaft start to slide down between my thighs. As he was dry humping me, I felt my own heart begin to hammer, and my body growing warmer. Then his thumbs hooked into the elastic of my panties and pulled them down. He made my body moan softly.
“Ooooohhh, Juwon... If... If someone complains…
I felt him reach up under my dress and begin to cup my breasts and his palms squeezing them made my nipples grow rock-solid again. I was wilting in his grasp, and growing very aroused, feeling the top of his cock now sliding along my labia, my dew beginning to secrete. It would not be long until I was coating the top of his shaft with my love juices.
If someone complains… I will have to say you are ****** me…”
He let out a grunt as I felt the head of his cock begin to slide my petals open, and the head of his cock engaged with my opening, my own voice ending with a very feline growl.
“So what… You wouldn’t be the first girl I’ve *****!”
As the revelation hit me, I froze, when I realized that the stories of Juwon ****** the head cheerleader and prom queen were true. The wilder rumors were that she had gotten pregnant. Were they also true?
I opened my lips to reply, only to feel his cock begin to feed its way into my body, as his thrusts were sure, strong and undeniable. As his cock penetrated me fully, I had lost the ability to speak, and was reduced to a series of moans, mewlings, and passionate utterances ass his cock began to cycle in and out of my pussy as his hips pulled in and then pushed out, pistoning his cock into his girl, in plain view of anyone who bothered to look. I tried to look around, to see if we were being watched, but I didn’t notice anyone, but that soon stopped as he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me back to him, the shortness of my dress and cape shielding everyone from seeing him, save for the jolts my body was taking as he fucked me over and over, his powerful black cock again destroying my fertile white pussy. It was even more intense as the soft sensitive side of his cock was massaging my own sweet spot, my sexual arousal peaking twice as he thrust deeply and harder, with increasing ferocity until he growled loudly and shoved his cock fully into me, the head of his shaft just brushing my cervix as he climaxed.
He held mee there, like that, helpless in his grasp, as his cock pumped more and more of his virile black seed into my pink, white vagina, his cum fertilizing my valley, as his swimmers began to swim upstream and against my quivering cervix, which was sipping more and more of his genetic gift into my womb. I was now in my fertile period, and without my cervical cap, I was completely unprotected. The odds of Juwon giving me his black baby were growing with every pump of his cock as it shot more of his hot, sticky cum into me. We stayed that way for perhaps several minutes, his hands holding me as I was impaled on his cock, forced to accept his gift, until he began to soften, and fall out of me. It was then he stepped back and released me, zipping up.
“Juwon! Are you stupid? What if we get caught? Think of what others will say?” I began as I turned to enter my room.
With my first step, however, a dollop of Juwon’s semen fell from my crotch and landed on the tracks of the sliding door. Well, it was going to stay there, I wasn’t dealing with it. Besides, I am sure a lot of people had sex on the balconies here. But I did start to pull up my panties as fast as I could, to keep my body from leaking and making a mess. If not in the room, then as smears down my legs.
“Shit, Suzi. They’ll think I just nailed the hottest bitch in the place!” He grinned, but there was a new look in his eyes. Almost predatorial. I was a little unnerved.
“I’ll need a minute to clean-up. Wait out here.”
After taking almost 10 minutes to clean up, and to dump as much of Juwon as I could squeeze out of me, I touched up my makeup and we headed out to the ballroom. To be more than fashionably late…
Please note that this chapter has a lot more detailed descriptions than usual, and is setting up the next couple of chapters in the saga. This does, however, make the chapter a little longer than some may enjoy. These descriptions are important to me, and I hope the reader, to allow them to identify with the protagonist and other characters, as well as give a sense of 'being there'. I have also received requests for more details, and so I am doing my best to accommodate those requests. If you are just looking for just sexual content, skip to the last page or two. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy, as a white wife succumbs to a superior black neighbor...
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The Neighbor- Ch. 6
I awoke the next morning, after sleeping wonderfully soundly. But the moment I tried to move there was an unpleasant soreness in my crotch. Of course, the payback for the day’s debauchery yesterday. My body had been used by my virile black lover yesterday more than ever in my life. I think the most my husband and I had sex was after the mythical third date, and even then, I think he tapped out after three. Juwon had me four times, with bigger equipment, and after the last, I don’t think he needed much rest. I had no doubt he could have gone well into the night.
My phone rang, to interrupt my reverie. “Hello?”
“Good morning, Suzi, I hope I have not disturbed you?”
“No, no, Akoni, I was just laying down for a minute. What’s up?” My sleepy voice belied the truth.
My neighbor spoke in a deep baritone, even deeper than Juwon’s, and I imagined with some practice he could have that sweet molasses tone of Morgan Freeman.
“Well, we have a bit of a dilemma and I was hoping you could help?”
I sat up and rubbed my face to clear the cobwebs from my nearly-comatose sleep.
“If I can, you know that. What do you need?”
“Well, and I know this is asking a lot, but Akanni and I have to go to a rather formal event next week, and Juwon needs to attend as well. It is purely a social-thing, as far as he is concerned, but I fear he isn’t going to be able to scare up a date. At least not one who will be able to fit my vision for him. As this is an awards ceremony in my career-field, and there are some political aspects to it, I would much rather Juwon have someone with him, as well.”
My brows shot up and I blinked twice. “Uhhh... what?” I was a bit taken aback. “Let me get this straight. You want me to go as a date with your son? Don’t you think people might raise an eyebrow or two?”
I could hear his trying to ease the tension in my voice. “It’s not like that, Suzi. All I am asking is that you be his escort for the evening. Just smile, nod, and keep him company. I know you do that for Steve, and what I ask is no small thing, but would you at least consider it?”
I sighed. “Alright, Akoni. It’s a good thing I like you. I’ll consider it, but I will need you to speak with my husband about this. I’m not about to get all gussied up and ask my husband to let me go on a date with another man, no matter who he is.”
“Alright, I will do that. I will also bring Juwon along, as he needs to see how this is done between gentlemen. Oh, one other thing…”
I had a sudden sense of dread. This wasn’t going to be good.
“We will be spending the night down at the resort. It is a bit far, and I am expecting that there will be plenty of alcohol served, and I would rather not take that chance. Better to keep us all safe. I will provide you a private room, of course.”
In the back of my mind, I am thinking ‘Yeah, no shit I’ll have my own room. I can’t be seen sleeping with Juwon, by literally anybody!’
I cleared my throat. “Uhh… as long as it is a separate room, then fine. But…” and I held up my index finger for nobody to see, since I was home alone. “You have to secure Steve’s permission for me to do this. I’ll also need to know just how formal this thing is. If I am going to be representing somebody, I want to make sure I am not an embarrassment.”
Akoni chuckled in the phone.
“I don’t have much worry of that, Suzi, but I will have Akanni spend time with you, to make sure everyone is on the same page.”
“Fair enough.” I replied, and after we said our good-byes, I flopped back onto my pillow and groaned. “This is going to be so dangerous.”
That night, when my husband came home, I gave him a pre-notice warning of the call he was to be expecting. He looked at me, and wanted to know what I thought.
“Well, it should be harmless-enough, other than I will probably have to go dress-shopping, and figure out what is the right outfit to wear. I mean, I’ll have my own room and everything, and I have every intention of wearing my wedding ring, if I can. Nobody is going to mistake me for anything other than being your wife.”
“Well, I certainly want to talk with Akoni. While I trust him, I mean, we have keys to each other’s houses, fer’ crying out loud, I want to make sure you are safe and that you are provided for. He is going to make sure you are taken care of, with everything you need when you are on the trip. Room, meals, everything.” He then furrowed his brows. “When is this thing again?”
“Next week, sometime. Why?”
“Well, this may work out then. I have to fly back to Corporate next week, and I’ll be gone Tuesday through Saturday, and flying home Sunday.”
I began to scowl. He knew how much I hated it when he was gone on this long trips.
Holding up both his hands to calm me, he smiled. “Relax, it isn’t as bad as you think. I leave on the Tuesday red-eye and I should be back Sunday morning. I am also taking next week off as comp-time to settle things up a little. I know I have been having to work a lot, and so I want to make it up to you. We can go up the coast and just spend time together, alright? Just the two of us. I’m even leaving my work-phone at home.”
I had to admit some short-term pain for long-term gain here, and I accepted the deal. Besides, with his being gone, going on Akoni’s trip sounded like a good way to spend some time. Plus, who knew? Maybe Juwon and I could manage to find time for a quick interlude? I would, of course, wait for Akoni and Juwon to make their pitch. This truly was going to be up to the men. I was just going to sit this one out and let them duke it out, as it were.
The next day, I came home from grocery shopping, only to find the men in the den, conversing. I said my hello’s and got busy making dinner. After about 20 minutes, I heard them say their good-byes, and Akoni even called out to me as my husband entered the kitchen, snuggling me from behind. He was feeling frisky, and since Juwon had evidently been sated within an inch of his life, we hadn’t seen each other since the other day. I wasn’t sore and I am sure my body had restored itself to the pre-black cock invasion Juwon gave me.
“Akanni will be calling you tomorrow!” Akoni called out in farewell.
Steve whispered in my ear. “It’s all set, Love. Just do me a favor and look as scorching hot as you can. I want you to not only look amazing, but sexy as Hell, so that everybody knows what an amazing wife I have!”
I turned to him, smiling and we kissed, before resuming our evening’s activity, including making love. He was his usual vigor, and he made sure I got mine, though it was after he had released himself in me. Still, it was bareback and unprotected, as we were getting careless about starting our ******. It was just too early in my cycle. There was little chance I had ovulated, and our viewpoint had become one of well, if it happened, it happened. Next week while he was gone would be different.
Akanni and I spoke a couple of days later, having lunch in their backyard.
“You know, for us, this is very prestigious award. Akoni has invented a device to help heart patients when they have open-heart surgery. He is being recognized by his colleagues, the Medical Board, the Board of Directors at the hospital, politicians, of course, and there will be various other dignitaries who wish to be seen as part of this. It is quite important.”
She looked at me almost as if I was a minion, of sorts. We were friends, of course, but there was always a something there I never could put my finger on. Even when she had nearly found Juwon and me in their garage, she had this air about her. A normal woman might have gone slightly berserk if she suspected anything from a married woman going on with her son, yet Akanni maintained a dignified poise, even though I had crossed a familial rule. She wasn’t upset so much as disappointed, and it was weird. Despite everything between her son and me, it was a curiosity I couldn’t quell, and of course, curiosity killed the cat, so I had to ask.
“Akanni, let me ask you something…” I began as I set my can of Diet Coke down. “I have never seen you upset even once. Things that have made me want to commit open murder you seem to take in great stride. Why? I don’t get it…”
She took a moment and looked out at our vista across the valley before she looked at me. She still had that dignified air.
“Oh, Suzi, please… what I tell you I must ask you to keep to yourself, and not discuss it with anyone. Perhaps your husband, but no one else.”
I nodded. “Fair enough…”
“We do not speak of it, but Akoni and I are of some import back in our homeland. I am a princess of noble birth, and as such, I hold high honor in my home country. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been raised to behave a certain way, to realize the serious from the trivial, and only to display concern when it is truly warranted.”
I don’t think I would have been more surprised if she told me she had watched Juwon screwing me.
“Yer kiddin’ me.”
“No, dear, not at all. It is true. It caused a minor uproar when I left for the United States, but I came here to be with my husband as he went through medical school.”
She then raised a finger to hold my silence as she continued, as I was about to ask more questions. I would need to learn her sense of style and patience.
“Akoni and I had an arranged marriage. Though he is not a prince by birth, his ****** held access to great oil reserves, and our parents considered it beneficial for all parties to join, so he and I were wed. He was to go to medical school here, and then upon completing his studies return to Nigeria. But life has a way of changing plans, and so we have remained here, and Juwon is our American-born son, which gives us a dual-citizenship status.”
I sat back, a bit embarrassed. I had no idea my neighbor was so... important!
“Soooo...” I began to draw out. “Should I be calling you’re your majesty or something?”
That actually made Akanni smile.
“No, dear. Far from it. To you, we are simply Akoni and Akanni, friends and neighbors. But as time moves forward, there will be things that must occur, and now that you know, I may ask a favor of you, to help keep up appearances, so to speak.”
“Like this trip next week.”
“Indeed. It is important that Juwon be seen as a young man of great quality and desire. This makes you the ideal person. You have the exact qualities we are hoping for. You are smart, pretty, and socially adept. You can help Juwon by looking after him should anything socially awkward come his way. He is not yet schooled in the finer arts of politics and people. All he sees is smashing people’s heads in with that awful game.”
I was blushing as I was given such high compliments from who I now knew was royalty. But when she spoke about football, that kind of stuck in me. I loved the game.
“Ok, now listen your Royal Hiney.” I began, half-joking. “You can say a lot about our country, but to say bad things about one of America’s greatest sports? Them’s fighting words.” I ended with a smile.
“Besides, I don’t think you appreciate how good your son is. I would be shocked if he was not offered the chance to play professionally, and if he were go in the early rounds? Big bucks. Very big bucks.”
To her credit, Akanni listened to me without showing judgement, despite my poking fun at her.
“How big?”
“Oh, I dunno… Maybe tens of millions, to start. Even more if he hits Free Agency.”
The numbers surprised her, which surprised me. I had found something to remember. A soft spot. Money. Surely they weren’t needing any, but to have her son set on his own laurels would no doubt give any mother comfort.
“This is good to know, Suzi, and I thank you. We can discuss that perhaps on the drive next week. But for now, let’s discuss shopping. I am taking you, for I have the vision I want for my son’s escort. It is also my understanding that your husband has given us full-discretion on what to wear. We shall make you glamorous and beautiful, and the envy of every man who sees you on Juwon’s arm. We shall not be sparing many expenses to make you even more beautiful than you already are, dear friend.”
To that, I could only raise my soda can and tip it in salute.
That shopping trip was just unreal. It was just the two of us, with my driving as Akanni was not a fan of the US freeway system. Or driving at all, I would discover. So we traveled into the toniest parts of the greater basin, where the wealthy and elite shopped and dined. We had a brunch that cost as much as much as my monthly online-shopping bill, and just about every place we went offered complimentary Champagne and some sort of hors o’douevres. I must have tried on at least 20 pairs of shoes, from four-inch to a whopping 6-inch heels, strappy sandals to posh pumps, and a wide assortment of colors. After almost breaking an ankle in a pair of 6-inch platform sandals, I settled for a pair of black strappy 4-inch polished patent leather stilettos with nearly blinding red soles. The shoes were more than my car payment. Maybe two of them! Then there was dress shopping.
Akanni had me trying on everything from 50’s style Rockabilly to fetish-wear. A full-on bridal-style formal gown and a full-length gown with the side-slit so high that wearing underwear was impossible, not to mention how much boob I was showing. Six stores later, I was feeling bubbly on the bubbly, and so I tried on this one dress. A gorgeous black silky and shimmery satin material, it was double-sided bridal satin dress, very thin, with a circular hem. Only there was no waist to it. It had two thin jeweled straps that connected a draped back to a draped front. I was showing a ton of cleavage, and some side-boob as well. In the mirror, I looked sexy as hell, and completely fuck-able. The hem was perhaps two whole inches below my crotch. Even the slightest spin, or breath of air would give risk to prying eyes, and in this dress, there would certainly be a lot of them.
“Come, Suzi, let me see.”
“Are you sure? This one is a little short…”
“Nonsense. So are you, now, come present yourself? Let me see what vision I might be presenting for your date.”
So with a deep breath, and wearing no bra, I stepped out and showed her. I was surprised when I didn’t get a negative reaction from her. Or any reaction, for that matter. Her head was tilting and she was eyeing me closely. Her eyes narrowed and she then nodded.
“This will be the one. But it is incomplete. You need more.”
I looked at her.
“You mean like pants of something?”
She smiled and shook her head.
“Oh, no, Suzi, this dress makes you look about my son’s age, which is exactly what I want. You are already young, but I wish you to look almost as a teenager. A mature teenager, to be sure, but still, a girl young enough to dress for her young man. Now we just need some accessories.”
As I stood there, she beckoned one of the three sales consultants, as I learned they preferred to be called, and she spoke softly to her. With a dismissive wave, the consultant was off.
It took nearly an hour, but the consultant returned, with a plastic-covered garment bag over her arm, and a smaller bag. During that time, Akanni and I sat, while I was still wearing this micro-excuse for a dress, and chatted. Me trying to explain to her about why American football was so popular, and her trying to debunk the safety of the sport.
“Ah, she is back. Stand, Suzi, let us finish your appearance.”
It only took a few minutes after I was taken to the dressing room, but when I was ready, I had to admit, I looked like every guy’s wet dream. With my hair and makeup done, I would be an absolute, drop-dead, stunning knock-out. Frankly, I loved what I saw, despite how short the dress was.
What was added to the dress was a pair of satin opera-length black gloves, a faux-diamond bracelet, a wide faux-diamond choker, and to provide me that last glamorous touch, a black satin cape. It was high-collared and a circle-cut, the hem coming just below that of the dress. If I let the cape close fully, I was covered from neck to high-thighs, a very mysterious vision. If I was to let it open, I presented a new form of elegant slut. At least, that was my term for it.
Akanni was delighted. It made me look at her in a new way. I had no idea she had these kinds of ideas, and I asked her about it as she paid for the outfit. It was more than my mortgage payment.
“Dear, I used to be young once, myself, remember. Akoni used to have ideas of how he wished me to dress for him. Consider this as carrying on his vision for what he would think ideal for his son.”
After we got home and I put the outfit away, very carefully, I had to sit there and think. Just what the Hell was going to happen. Sexy was one thing, but jeez! Of course, I dare not show it to my husband. He would shred it trying to get at me! It would be for Juwon’s eyes, only, as would I be. But how to get there, what to be wearing as we drove, and the rest. It was just a nightmare. I felt so out of my league and yet, so ready for an evening with Juwon. I wasn’t sure what to be saying to these people, as they were total strangers, and yet I would be expected to be polite, of course, but that if they spoke about things I knew nothing about? What did Juwon want me to be like? I tried to text him, so we could talk, but he wasn’t responding to me. I sighed and grabbed a magazine, and started to just peruse, hoping Juwon would contact me.
I awoke the next day to a few texts, first being my husband. He was going to be extended until Monday. I definitely had mixed feelings about this news, as I missed my husband greatly, but also wanted to spend more time with Juwon. His cock was just destroying me, sexually. He had recently worn a Speedo bathing suit, which hid literally nothing, as his underwear, and proceeded to tease me all day. That night I attacked my husband, and was humping him into the ground when he got home, all the while thinking about Juwon and his mighty cock. I even talked dirty with my husband, pretending that a man had hit on me, and asked me on a date, even telling me what to wear for him, wherein I described the outfit I would be wearing for Juwon. How vulnerable I was, and that I had been commanded not to wear panties for the mysterious stranger, and my date taking me to a club, and then to a park, and what a near-thing it had been, as his cock was rubbing at my vagina when I was rescued by a passing policeman. My story resulted in both of us having rather explosive orgasms, and I collapsed on my husband, gasping for air as our nude bodies meshed together, my husband’s penis still inside me as I drifted off to sleep atop him.
The next morning my husband was all smiles, and complimented me on my storytelling, and that it was hot, and that he would have to take me to some public place and make love to me. I smiled, too, knowing that Juwon had already done a lot of what the story had been, and my own words had fueled my own lustful needs. I gave my husband a passionate kiss as he left for his trip, my body already needing another release from the rising sexual torment. As soon as he was safely away, I made a bee-line to the bedroom, and stripped off my panties, and slid into our satin sheets, rolling to grab my Battery-Operated Boyfriend, who I named Bob, of course. Then I let my imagination go to work…
In my mind, I was dressed to tease, wearing another favorite dress of mine, a Prom-like dress that was backless to the curve of my butt, while the front was a string halter that held up a deeply plunging bodice that went to the bottom of my ribcage. The skirt itself was a tightly-hemmed circle skirt, giving it a natural flare that was only accentuated when I turned, twirled, or spun. The silky teal-green satin was smooth and silky-soft, flipping and flitting with every step in my heels. As Bob began to warm me up, my imagination placed me in a dangerous downtown skid row area, as I strutted along, teasing the men of all colors who were down and out, and living a hard time.
When Bob entered me, the wind gusted, and ******* my body to the high-waist and revealed my taut stomach and belly button, and my landing strip as I had ‘forgotten’ to wear panties. That had been the final straw as I was soon chased, pursued down into even darker and more dangerous areas, down an alley until I was trapped. Then dark hands were upon me, feeling me up, and probing my body, gnarled, weathered fingers dark as night probing my pussy and making me heat drip my moisture onto the ground as I was being fingered to the point of orgasm, debilitating my resistance, and my total helplessness as multiple black men ***** me, bareback and with great virility, making me risk having the child of an unknown black villain. That was when I exploded on my bed, my body sweaty and I looked even more of a mess than when I woke up.
Laying there, gasping for breath, I turned Bob off and put him away, and lay there, recovering as I was sent into a new and vivid imaginary world, one that my husband apparently had some desire for. It would have to become an area of discussion and exploration between him and me when he returned. There was no doubting the passions of last night, for the both of us, and who knew? Maybe there was a way I can have my chocolate cake and eat it, too? Resting and finally able, I made sure to make the bed and then began to get ready for my day, and my date with Juwon in a few days.
That morning, I started by showering and then getting my hair and nails done, a treat I usually reserved for some gossip time during the week, and after arriving home I began to ‘get my act together’. Clothing to wear to the event, my outfit for the event, and stuff for sleeping in, and then the return trip home. Makeup, shoes, toiletries, and even some lingerie. That last was for me, and perhaps Juwon, if time permitted. I had two pairs of sheer, dark stockings, and a lace garter-belt, a lacey- sheer strapless bra and three pairs of panties. One was just a daily-use ‘cheekster’ pair, the next was a racier mini-string, and then the ones I planned to wear with the dress. They were a mix between the mini-string and a C-string. The black elastic strings rose up over my hips, and down to my crotch, with just a V-notched patch of satin to cradle my labia closed. The patch then attached to the other end of the strings. This pair was so small that it left my clit and just the top of my labia *******, not to mention my full landing strip.
As I was gathering everything together, I got a text from Akanni. It was a message of being flexible. I had planned on getting to the resort with them, checking into our rooms and then getting ready for the banquet. But Akoni being Akoni, he had some medical thing to sort out before he could leave, so we were going to be delayed about 90 minutes. The short story was that we were going to have to travel dressed for the event, and go straight from car to ballroom, and even then, we would be pushing the fashionably late timeframe. Sighing, I began to rearrange my bag and travel case, and getting the last things I needed done for the house completed before dressing for the trip. Setting my small overnight bag by the door, and my smaller travel case on top of it, I was checking myself in the mirror. By my count, I still had another fifteen minutes. It was not to be. Double checking, I realized my wedding and engagement rings would not fit with my opera-length gloves on, so stashed them in my overnight bag, and zipped it up.
A rapid knock had me answering the door completely dressed from head to toe, looking my absolute best and fashionably sexy. Flared minidress, as I came to call it, and my cape, plus heels and micro-panties and gloves, and I was ready. It was Juwon.
“Hey, Suzi, we gotta’ go. ***’s back and he says were going to have to hurry.”
I saw him reach down to grab my bag and so I nodded and went ahead, getting in the backseat as he had everything in the trunk.
Akanni and Akoni both complimented me, and said I looked amazing, and would be the perfect image for their son, and just asked me to remember I was to present myself as a single girl on a date with my boyfriend. Well, part of that was, at this point, very true. I had come to think of Juwon as my sexy, virile and powerful boyfriend. I smiled to them, and the handsome and distinguished black boyfriend I had, himself dressed in a very fine tuxedo. Akanni had a designer gown of some sort, I wouldn’t get to see all it until later, but there was no doubt she would be resplendent.
As we made our way, we had some small back and forth chit-chat and were just passing time when I felt a hand on my thigh. My dress was so short that the satin hemline was nearly at my butt. Juwon was taking the opportunity to feel me up, which I wouldn’t normally mind a bit, but he kept caressing me higher and more dangerously, increasing my arousal as he let his fingers touch the inside of my thigh near my vulva before circling back down in a long, slow oval. I felt myself struggling to look normally ahead, all the while fighting to keep from reacting. Glancing down, I could see his ebony fingers on my pale skin, the contrast also arousing in a different way. My heartbeat was growing faster, as was the intensity, as my body began to rise to the occasion, as it were, with my nipples growing hard and erect, something my dress would not hide visually. Only that single layer of satin isolated me from the world, and my nipples were trying to poke holes in it!
I gently used my gloved hand to usher his hand away, but he kept growing bolder, and as I looked up to him, I could see the look in his eyes. He was playing games with me, and I was going to lose. He knew it, and worse, I knew it, too. It was just going to be a question of when, and at the rate he was going, I was going to give myself to him in the backseat, right behind his parents! I desperately firmed my grip on his fingers, until our hands were finally intertwined, clasping fingers. I gave his hand a little shake, so as not to bruise his ego, and I smiled, trying to tell him without using my voice that he would get what was his later tonight. It was then I almost shit myself.
Holding hands with my black boyfriend, who was almost six-years my junior, and just graduated from high school, his mother looked back at us to say something. Her eyes darted to see us holding hands, and she smiled.
“Good, good. This is what I want to see for the two of you tonight. Suzi, you being the devoted girlfriend of our son, and Juwon, you being the affectionate and caring young man I know you can be. Remember, Juwon, Suzi is your trophy girlfriend this weekend, so be sure to keep her close, and treat her as one.”
He nodded, and I could swear his skin was blushing, if it were possible.
“Now, Suzi, I will ask you this favor. I know you may have an objection to this…” Akanni was speaking to me formally, as if I was her employee or something. “But I need you to be that girlfriend for him. Stay with him, and dote on him as well. It is important for my husband’s image for Juwon to have a proper girlfriend, and in your case, a particularly ravishing one. It will help if all of the men are jealous of Juwon, for it will signal a growing and powerful future he has by having such a girl on his arm. How you display that is up to you, but know that I won’t be seeing or saying anything, nor will my husband.”
I was blushing, and at the same time, confused and even feeling guilty. Were they giving me permission to fuck their son into unconsciousness? Were they expecting him to fuck me stoopid? Did they already know he had done this to me several times, plus the quickies he and I had managed to have? Just how far was the limit here? I certainly had no concerns about kissing him politely, and even as a public display of affection. But what about beyond that?
I was about to ask, when Akoni’s phone rang, and he took another work-related call. Thanks to Bluetooth technology and hands-free phone calls, we all listened in as he spoke of something that made little sense to me, all of it medical stuff. Looking out the window, I simply held Juwon’s hand and carefully arranged my cape to cover my shoulders. It was then I had a thought.
“Juwon, when we get there, can you please see that my suitcase is put in my room?”
He looked back at me with alarm.
“What suitcase?”
Then it was my own turn to freeze solid.
“Uhhh…” I began cautiously. “The one next to the door? The black one with soft sides?”
“Ummm… I... didn’t bring it.”
“Excuse me?” My tone was a bit short. I was realizing I was about to spend the trip with only the clothing I had on, and it was definitely not going to be sufficient. I was going to be fine for the party. But the next day? The trip home? “Then what did you bring?”
He jerked his thumb towards the trunk. “The small suitcase you had, about the size of my backpack.”
I winced.
“Juwon, that is my travel case. All it has is my makeup and toiletries. You know, toothbrush, shampoo, stuff like that? My overnight bag has my clothing and the rest of...”
I stopped short. I had gotten a cervical cap, as despite the wants for my husband and me to begin our ******, Juwon’s hold on me with his cock was going to present a problem, if I got pregnant by him. I had tossed it in my overnight bag. It was now sitting back by my front door, along with… The sudden rush of shit to my heart grew worse. My wedding rings were in there, too. Wearing them was a condition my husband had set for me to go on the trip, and I had agreed to it. This was just getting worse and worse.
Akoni had finished his call and was listening in.
“Suzi, dear, I am sure the resort has some shopping. We’ll see you have what you need. Have no worry, we don’t want to upset your husband. He is being very kind and generous in allowing you to come with us, and I don’t want to betray his friendship. It’ll be alright.”
He had a point. He wasn’t going to betray my husband. It was looking more and more like I would be. Again. That brought my thoughts back to where I had been originally, and after thanking Akoni, I looked back out the window, my mind on the evening, or more accurately, after the party.
We arrived at the resort, after along, winding drive to the entrance, one designed to show off the luxury of the location. With lovely views of the ocean, direct access to a private beach and a well-manicured golf course, the resort was just as opulent as I was told to expect. It also explained why I was dressed so richly. The driveway was long, and showed the true size of the property, along with a beach access and a couple of more intimate pool areas, as well as the club house and a portion of the golf course. Flags were standing in the breeze, and as my door was opened by the valet, almost immediately my cape and dress began to fill out. It took me a moment to realize that the satin cape was flying from my neck, and revealing my dress, and another moment to realize that my dress had billowed out and risen to my waist before I squealed and used both hands to push the front and back down. The satin gloves and the satin dress provided some slippery and difficult to control moments as I ignored my cape, letting it float out and into the valet’s face as I struggled to maintain some of my modesty. Not for Juwon, but for everyone else. No doubt the valet got a great view of me, while Juwon just stood there with a stupid grin on his face. I was pretty sure he saw a lot, too, only he had already seen all of his girlfriend previously. A luxury car pulled in behind us as I was making my way towards the lobby, no doubt the occupants getting a teasing look of me as I again used my satin-gloved hands to tamp down my dress.
“Juwon, get your girlfriend’s case…” Akanni chided him. “I am sure she is much to busy to think of such things right now, and as her boyfriend, you must see to her needs. Every one of them, do you understand?”
“Yes’m.” and I saw Juwon dart back into the car and grab my bag. Coming back to me, he began to reach out, to hand it to me, when I suddenly got what Akanni intended. Part of my being there was to train her son in how to behave with a girlfriend in a proper environment.
“Juwon, if you please, would you carry my bag to my room for me?” I asked in my kitten-soft voice, smiling to him.
A glance back to Akanni caught a nod from her. Ok, so I knew more of what was expected. Class was now in session, much as it was when Juwon got a class in female physiology from me. Only that had ended with his earning an A+ from his teacher, and he fucked her a few times in the ensuing hours. As Juwon and I left to get checked in and then down the hallway to my room, I let my cape fall to cover me as completely as possible, as I gave the slow, proper step of a woman wearing high heels and strutted next to him, letting everyone else see what I hoped to be exuded sexiness as I held onto Juwon’s arm as my escort. There were people coming and going past us and I could feel eyes one me from behind. I think I was achieving my goal, and Juwon’s stock was rising with the hotness of the girl he was escorting. In my mind, I thought I looked smoking hot just then!
Once in my room, I noticed with a frown that there was no adjoining room. I asked Juwon about it.
“Mom thinks it best for you to be across the resort from us. It isn’t to be disrespectful, but it is to be respectful to you, given you are married, and at the same time make it look like you and I are in amore proper relationship. We are dating, not engaged.”
“Ah. Okay, I got it.” I tried to hide my disappointment. “I am kinda’ bummed, though. I figured in this dress you might want to pay me a visit later.”
He drew and evil smirk. “I’m not done seeing you now.”
He advanced on me, and my warning bells all started screaming at me.
“Juwon, we can’t! Not here, not now! We’ll be super late! What about your parents?”
He snorted. “They told me to bring you as soon as you were ready.”
He had now grabbed my upper arms and was steering me. He pushed me out onto the balcony, as my room was on the third floor of four, and spun me around, making me face the ocean vista. The look was quite beautiful, but I had other things on my mind. But then, so did Juwon.
“Juwon! Stop this! We can be seen!”
I was rewarded with the sound of his zipper coming down, and in short moments, I felt his growing shaft start to slide down between my thighs. As he was dry humping me, I felt my own heart begin to hammer, and my body growing warmer. Then his thumbs hooked into the elastic of my panties and pulled them down. He made my body moan softly.
“Ooooohhh, Juwon... If... If someone complains…
I felt him reach up under my dress and begin to cup my breasts and his palms squeezing them made my nipples grow rock-solid again. I was wilting in his grasp, and growing very aroused, feeling the top of his cock now sliding along my labia, my dew beginning to secrete. It would not be long until I was coating the top of his shaft with my love juices.
If someone complains… I will have to say you are ****** me…”
He let out a grunt as I felt the head of his cock begin to slide my petals open, and the head of his cock engaged with my opening, my own voice ending with a very feline growl.
“So what… You wouldn’t be the first girl I’ve *****!”
As the revelation hit me, I froze, when I realized that the stories of Juwon ****** the head cheerleader and prom queen were true. The wilder rumors were that she had gotten pregnant. Were they also true?
I opened my lips to reply, only to feel his cock begin to feed its way into my body, as his thrusts were sure, strong and undeniable. As his cock penetrated me fully, I had lost the ability to speak, and was reduced to a series of moans, mewlings, and passionate utterances ass his cock began to cycle in and out of my pussy as his hips pulled in and then pushed out, pistoning his cock into his girl, in plain view of anyone who bothered to look. I tried to look around, to see if we were being watched, but I didn’t notice anyone, but that soon stopped as he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me back to him, the shortness of my dress and cape shielding everyone from seeing him, save for the jolts my body was taking as he fucked me over and over, his powerful black cock again destroying my fertile white pussy. It was even more intense as the soft sensitive side of his cock was massaging my own sweet spot, my sexual arousal peaking twice as he thrust deeply and harder, with increasing ferocity until he growled loudly and shoved his cock fully into me, the head of his shaft just brushing my cervix as he climaxed.
He held mee there, like that, helpless in his grasp, as his cock pumped more and more of his virile black seed into my pink, white vagina, his cum fertilizing my valley, as his swimmers began to swim upstream and against my quivering cervix, which was sipping more and more of his genetic gift into my womb. I was now in my fertile period, and without my cervical cap, I was completely unprotected. The odds of Juwon giving me his black baby were growing with every pump of his cock as it shot more of his hot, sticky cum into me. We stayed that way for perhaps several minutes, his hands holding me as I was impaled on his cock, forced to accept his gift, until he began to soften, and fall out of me. It was then he stepped back and released me, zipping up.
“Juwon! Are you stupid? What if we get caught? Think of what others will say?” I began as I turned to enter my room.
With my first step, however, a dollop of Juwon’s semen fell from my crotch and landed on the tracks of the sliding door. Well, it was going to stay there, I wasn’t dealing with it. Besides, I am sure a lot of people had sex on the balconies here. But I did start to pull up my panties as fast as I could, to keep my body from leaking and making a mess. If not in the room, then as smears down my legs.
“Shit, Suzi. They’ll think I just nailed the hottest bitch in the place!” He grinned, but there was a new look in his eyes. Almost predatorial. I was a little unnerved.
“I’ll need a minute to clean-up. Wait out here.”
After taking almost 10 minutes to clean up, and to dump as much of Juwon as I could squeeze out of me, I touched up my makeup and we headed out to the ballroom. To be more than fashionably late…
