It Doesnt End There Pt 05

The following story is pure fiction. All characters in the story who are depicted as engaged in sexual behavior are adults 18 years of age or above.

"So did you bring it up just to discuss the concept of seducing and fucking somebody else, or did you have somebody in mind?" asked Phil.

"Actually, I have someone in mind," said Rags. "Not too long after he started working at the hospital, a new ER doc asked me if I had any friends with benefits, because if I did, he'd like to get to know me better. That was a few years ago before we branched out into fucking Glen, Mel and the next door neighbors. I told him I was happily married and wasn't interested. He said that he understood and has not approached me since then. But I do know that he has a couple of friends that he hooks up with from time to time. He talks about it quite casually with one of the PA's that also works in the ER. It is obvious from his conversation that he is not interested in romancing a girl and definitely not interested in marriage. He obviously doesn't want children because I heard him tell the PA that he's had himself snipped so that he doesn't accidentally wind up having to pay child support.

"He's a little bit older than we are and is black and yeah, the idea of interracial sex has me intrigued. Unlike the two of us trying to pick up a couple at a dance club, it would be just he and I. Obviously, if this meets with your approval, it would be one on one, just he and I, although I'd come home and tell you all the details. Do you have any thoughts about it?" asked Rags.

"Yes, it sounds really hot and I would hope that if it turns out to be pleasant for both of you that eventually I'd get to watch you seduce him and see him fuck you. That would be so hot. I've always been intrigued by interracial sex.

"In fact, if you did become fuck buddies with him, I'd like to try to find a hot ebony girl to show off and fuck. Speaking of showing off, I think it would be super hot if you became fuck buddies that he would be quite public about it and like to take you places and show you off when you're dressed extremely sexy. I would think you would find it extremely hot if he took you to a black night club and you were the only white girl there and you were dressed the sexiest. I would think your pussy would be leaking fluids from your being so excited," said Phil.

"I love the way you think," said Rags, "but one thing at a time. First I have to figure out how I am going to seduce him. But I'm also a little concerned for you. If I start fucking a new guy, I think it's only fair if you have a new girl to fuck."

"You don't have to worry about that," said Phil. "You are forgetting that I have a standing invitation from Lori. I've been putting her off because I didn't want to have a new lover when you did not. So when you decide to seduce the doctor, I'll give Lori a call. You don't have to worry about me. And Colleen got my phone number from Becks and has called me a few times wanting to get together. So I do not think I would lack for pussy to fuck. Quite frankly, if you want to try interracial sex, I'd like to try that too. It has always been a little taboo and so adds a dimension of excitement we have not experienced yet. But it's not because if you were with the doctor I'd be sitting around feeling sorry for myself."

During work that night, at a couple of times when there wasn't much action in the ER, Rags started formulating her plan. Sometimes she worked the same shift as the doctor, sometimes not. Whenever Rags worked a week day, right after work, around 6 AM, she would head to the Physical Therapy room. There she would be met by Phil and the head of the Physical Therapy department who served to guide Rags' and Phil's workouts. When Rags worked so that she got out of work on a Saturday or Sunday morning, she would change into street clothes before going home.

So it was that Rags and the doctor worked a Friday night into Saturday shift together. The doctor's name was one of those that nobody could pronounce and when the doctor pronounced it, if you were looking at it in print, you could not figure how that combination of letters would ever lead to sounding like the name he just pronounced. In order to make it easier for everyone, the doctor's first name was Royce and he was simply known as Dr. Royce. Even his name tag said simply, "Dr. Royce."

After work on that Saturday morning, just before they headed off to their respective locker rooms to change into street clothes, Rags said to him, "Doc, would you have the time to meet me at the pancake house for breakfast this morning? I'd like to run something by you for a few minutes, but it's of a more personal nature, so I didn't want to do it while I was on the clock."

"Sure, I can do that," he said. "Soon as I get changed I'll be right there. If I'm there before you, I'll grab a table."

"Sounds good," said Rags. "You'll probably beat me there. It usually takes us women a little bit longer than it does you guys to get ready." Rags was actually preparing him for the extra time it would take her. Rags did not leave the locker room until she had put on a skin tight pair of low rise skinny jeans over a navy lace thong, which created a beautiful whale tale if you walked behind her. She brushed out her hair and put on a pair of long earrings. This matched jewelry suspended from her navel. On top she wore a bra that supported her tits but exposed a lot of tit flesh on the top and down the middle. Over that was a very low cut beige lace top that ended slightly above her navel. On her feet she wore a pair of four inch blue heels that came close to matching the color of her jeans. She had reapplied her makeup and looked absolutely stunning.

When Rags entered the Pancake House, Dr. Royce was sitting at a far table waiting for her. As Rags walked toward him she could see that he was impressed. Good!

The restaurant was not very busy. The Doc had told the waitress that he was waiting for someone. So when Rags showed up, the waitress was at their table almost immediately. They asked for just a couple of minutes to look over the menu and then they would be ready to order. After ordering, Rags got right to the point.

"Remember when you first came to the hospital? It was just a matter of weeks that we were sitting in the cafeteria on a break and we were talking, getting to know one another. I told you that I was married, we had no children, my husband was an accountant, I worked my way up to my present position after having started at the hospital as a nurse's aid.

"Then," continued Rags, "You talked about where you went to med school and your internship and residency in emergency medicine. You mentioned that you were not married and had no intentions of being married. However, wherever you had been, school, residency, internship, or working at a hospital, you had always found a few females who, for one reason or another, were happy to have a friends with benefits relationship with you. Most often they were grad students or ambitious women climbing the corporate ladder who had no desire for husband or children at the present time but enjoyed a no-strings-attached roll in the hay every now and then. They found a night of unattached sex was a wonderful way of dealing with and getting rid of tension.

"I guess before I go on any more, I'd like to ask how that's working out for you now that you've moved here?" asked Rags.

"The one thing about it," said Dr. Royce, "is that it's always changing. People are in grad school for only so long and then they get their degree and more often than not, take a job in another city. The same is true of those who are climbing the corporate ladder. The next rung of the ladder quite often is found in another city -- maybe even with another company. But I still have no desire to marry or have children. In fact, I've had myself snipped so that I don't become an accidental dad. And the friends like that, too. They do not have to be the one that is solely responsible for birth control. I'd have to say that when the word gets out, being snipped is somewhat of a babe magnet."

"I can understand that," said Rags. "We don't want any children, so my husband has been snipped and I've had my tubes tied."

"Oh?" said Dr. Royce with a puzzled look on his face.

At first Rags did not understand the puzzled look, but once she did, she said, "Think about it."

It didn't take the good doctor too long to figure it out. "So you're swingers, or have an open marriage, something like that," he replied.

"You got it," said Rags. "For the first fifteen years of our marriage or so we were doing okay, but here lately it had been seeming to us that some of the spark and fire had gone out of our sexual relationship and we were doing more of the same ol' same ol'. That's when we talked to some friends who had been married almost as long as we had and who were experiencing some of the excitement dwindling from their marriage as well. This was a couple where I fantasized about fucking him, and he fantasized about fucking me. Likewise, my husband Phil and his wife had the hots for one another.

"So we talked about it, set some limits, and gave it a try and it really sparked things up for all of us. We're always ready to reassess the limits and evaluate the times we spend with the other spouse, but so far it has been good for all of us. And then recently we also got involved with a couple next door to us -- not a husband and wife, but a brother and sister who were not sexually active in high school and now that they are out of high school were afraid to date because of their lack of sexual experience. So we've given them some experience, and have had some good times with them.

"Which brings us to why we're here. Phil and I were talking about our getting together with others and concluded that for right now we'd like to reach out to one or two more people or couples. And that is where I mentioned that I have always been turned on by the idea of having sex with a black guy. And shortly after you came to work at the hospital, my fantasies about having sex with a black guy have become more specific, namely, having sex with you.

"So I invited you here to breakfast this morning to let you know that if at any time you are auditioning for someone to be a friend with benefits, I'd like to be in the running," concluded Rags.

"What about your husband, Phil?" asked Dr. Royce.

"Phil is fine with it. Actually, at some point, he would actually like to see you and me fuck. We've been in the same room with the other couple when we exchanged partners, and Phil says that watching Glen fuck me is like watching porn on steroids.

"Which brings up another thing that he mentioned -- although this might be getting too far into the future -- but if you had an ebony friend with benefits that would like to spend some time with white cock, Phil also thinks that it would be hot for the four of us to get together to swap partners. But right now it is just me offering to audition to become a friend with benefits with you."

"That sounds interesting," said Royce. "I have a good ebony friend with benefits that I have been seeing for years. She's a good friend and we don't really want to cut it off, but we've been feeling like we don't have the excitement we once had. Maybe swinging with the two of you might spice things up for us as well. It's worth thinking about. As far as the interracial thing is concerned, I've always thought that interracial sex had that certain taboo aspect to it that could add excitement to the sex. I could get into that. I don't know about Marlene, though. I'll have to ask her.

"How did you expect this audition to go?" he went on.

"Well, it's all up to you. But what I was thinking about was that maybe on a week day when we both are off, about 2:00 in the afternoon I would arrive at the beach at Riverfront Park. I'd take public transportation. I'd walk out onto the beach, spread my blanket and lay out in the skimpiest bikini that law enforcement will allow. You can come a little but later, wearing your men's bikini and walk the beach looking for me. When you find me you can put your blanket down next to mine. We'll put tanning oil on one another and make out a little bit there on the beach. Then we'll walk around showing off our bodies and looking like this hot taboo couple that is going to fuck. We'll take time to hold one another and kiss and fondle one another as much as we can without getting kicked off the beach, and when we are really hot for one another we'll pick up our things and you'll bring me to your condo. I've heard you talk about it -- an adults only condo -- has a swimming pool -- I could change into a micro bikini and not get in trouble. Phil says I look good in a micro," said Rags.

"Actually, while nobody does this at the present time, you could be naked around the pool. The builder thought of himself as being kind of a playboy character and built these adults only condos around a pool hoping that girls would come out in micro swimwear or topless or naked to catch rays and be in the pool. The back deck of his house overlooks the pool for his viewing pleasure," said Royce. "So far the pool is not used nearly as much as he would like and most of the girls are relatively modest in their swimwear. But I interrupted you. Please go on."

"Okay," said Rags. "I'd be in a micro bikini. We'd could oil one another up again. You could bring a CD player to play some music and I could dance for you and we could dance together, rubbing our oiled bodies sensuously against one another. When the heat of the sun was making us feel uncomfortable we could go into the pool to cool off and to grope one another. We could come out of the pool and recline in some lounge chairs and talk about some of our favorite positions and things we like to do while having sex, and then we could fuck. When we're done, you take me home.

"The next Saturday or Sunday morning that we get off of work together we can come back here and be brutally honest with one another. If we both liked the experience, we'd become friends with benefits. If it wasn't everything you were hoping for or everything I was hoping for, we'd tell one another, chalk it up to experience and hopefully leave with our friendship in tact. That's kind of how I envisioned it," said Rags.

"That sounds excellent," said Royce. "I wish I would have auditioned some of my previous friends with benefits like that. I would have avoided some awkward moments." How's Monday afternoon?" he asked. "The weather is supposed to be good that day. There will only be one glitch in what you have planned. I don't own a men's bikini."

"No problem," said Rags, "I'll bring one of Phil's on Sunday night when we come to work and I'll also bring you the email addresses of a couple of websites from which you can order your own swimwear in the future.

Then I'll be at the beach on Monday afternoon unless some emergency comes up. I'd give you a call if I couldn't make it. And let me give you my phone number, too, in case something would come up and you would have to back out." Royce wrote her number in his little pocket calendar. Rags grabbed the bill so she could pay it on the way out.

"The next one's on me," said Royce as they left.

Phil and Rags talked about her meeting with Dr. Royce and of her upcoming friends audition quite a bit that weekend. When Rags mentioned that there was no dress code for the pool and that she could even go naked if she wanted to, Phil, who loved seeing Rags dressed sexily, started thinking about what micro bikini she could wear on Monday

Dr. Royce and Rags worked that Sunday night and when they got off, confirmed with one another that Rags would be at the beach at Riverfront Park that afternoon. Rags gave him one of Phil's smaller men's bikinis.

Rags arrived at the beach with a gym bag in which she had put a beach towel, a beach blanket and a number of bikinis. She wore denim shorts and a sleeveless top on the bus. She looked over the beach and picked out a bikini that was a little more daring than any other bikini she saw at the beach. She went into the bathhouse and changed, then moved to an area of the beach that seemed to be occupied by college students home for their summer break. She oiled her front and lay on her back waiting for Dr. Royce. He was there within fifteen minutes of when Rags first lay out. He was wearing a yellow men's Rio cut bikini.

Rags had not been difficult for him to spot. She was wearing a tiny suit and had the attention of a lot of guys. The closer the doc came the more amazed he was at Rags' body. He came up to where she was lying and asked, "Can I join you?"

"Certainly," she replied.

"You look much more attractive in that bikini than you do in your scrubs," he opined.

"I'd have to say the same for you," she said. "What say we stand up and put some sun tan oil on one another," she continued.

"Why stand?" the doc inquired.

"Because I'm an exhibitionist and I want to show off my body," she said. "Furthermore, where I come from a white woman with a black man is a little taboo, so that makes the interracial thing extra sexy and I want to be extra sexy with you. And I want everybody around us to see it. Is that okay?"

"A black man with a white woman is very sexy for me, too. I'm willing if that's what you really want to do."

"It is," said Rags as she got to her feet. Royce got to his feet, too and they oiled up each other's bodies. Royce kept himself in good condition. He wasn't as ripped as Phil, but looked good and had a nice bulge in the front of his unlined men's bikini.

"Now let's walk around the beach like lovers," said Rags. Their oiled bodies were glistening in the sun. Rags pulled herself into Royce, pressing her massive tits into his chest and pressing her lower body against the bulge in his suit. She initiated what turned out to be an intense tongue fucking kiss. Then they separated, put one arm around each other's back and their hand on their partner's ass and walked around showing off to the college students around them.

Rags called Royce's attention to certain girls she thought were attractive and asked if he liked what he saw and what he liked about it. She would usually close each conversation about a pretty girl by asking, "Would you like to fuck her?"

And if he would answer something like, "Not really," she'd follow up with a, "Why not?" What she was doing, of course was trying to get an idea of Royce's likes and dislikes. He was never cruel, but if he had stated that he probably would not want to fuck a certain girl and Rags asked, "Why not?" his answer had the potential of cluing her in to something she should try to avoid.

After spending some time doing this and then running into the water to cool off and coming out again, Rags moved a few feet ahead of Royce, turned around to give him a full view of her body and asked, "How about this body? I know I've spent a lot of money to get this body, and it is just what I like, but not everyone likes the big fake boobs and big fake ass look. So if you don't like it, I'll understand, and I still will have enjoyed walking around the beach with you. But what do you think? Would you like to fuck this body?"

Rags had said this as she was standing surrounded by college students. All eyes were now on the two of them. Royce stepped up to Rags and pulled her into himself and they repeated their intimate kiss with their hands on each others' ass holding one another tight. When the kiss broke Royce said, "I'd take you right here except that we'd be arrested. I've only seen bodies like yours in magazines and in videos. Your body is pure porn and I can't wait to fuck you."

"You think this is hot?" asked Rags. "The park ranger is over at the east end of the beach. You parked in the south parking lot, right?