Julie and Wanda waved goodbye to Julie's mom as she drove off with baby Alexis in her car seat. Julie's mom gave them a knowing smile as she knew what her son had planned as soon as her car turned the corner. Julie had a long drive out of state to pick up a bail skip. His target wasn't dangerous but high profile enough that it would have been an embarrassment to the state's bail system if he wasn't brought back to face trial. Julie would be gone a couple of days at least maybe more if his prey was lucky. The target was in a gated community with two entrances in and out it was just a matter of time before his unsuspecting target chose wrong and drove right into Julie's trap. It was just a waiting game.
Because Julie was going to be gone for so long he and his wife had arranged a special last night together. Julie had recently had a fight so he wasn't in training at the moment and was afforded the luxury of expanding his diet beyond the usual canned tuna, fruit, vegetables, and oatmeal with handfuls of vitamins and supplements washed down with gallons of water every day.
Because with the exception of the quick gas station bathroom run or two, Julie would be basically confined to the minivan Julie and his partner usually used for surveillance jobs, It was important that the food he packed keep. Usually, it wasn't a problem as Julie mostly ate out of a can but this time his wife Wanda had special plans. Wanda was only really one generation removed from the days that black people weren't allowed to eat in restaurants along the way when they traveled. Her parents were old enough to remember having to pack food in the car that would keep in Tupperware containers. Really plastic margarine and cool whip containers were more traditional but Wanda's grandparents were household servants to a wealthy industrialist and got hand-me-downs from their employer's house so her father grew up with real Tupperware to the envy of his aunties and cousins when they came to visit. Wanda's mom was happy to pass on the secrets to car food that survived long drives.
A big portion of the secrets that were passed down to Wanda were basically double frying to seal in the juices and shredding meat packed in lard and making quick breads like biskets and cornbread.
Julie circled his wife like a shark as flitted about the kitchen. Helping himself to a stolen caress of Wanda's curves whenever it suited him. Julie was barely twenty and in his sexual prime. He could make an erection last for hours if he wanted a quick grope of side boob or a peak the dark edges of his wife's areola was all it took to send another pulsing surge of blood to his manhood. He had been utterly infatuated with his wife since the moment he saw her in his high school classroom almost seven years ago. Over the years Wanda had sent gallons of blood pumping to Julie's manhood.
Wanda knew how to play her husband like a fiddle. Julie loved every inch of his voluptuous wife. She wore a tight purple tank top and no bra and a pair of loose black sweat shorts that revealed the lower curves of her ass as she moved about the apartment kitchen. The jiggle of her huge breasts had Julie's complete attention. Wanda felt her nipples harden as her man stared. Wanda could feel her juices flowing as her dark tips rubbed against the material.
Julie watched his wife like she was an exotic dancer as she shuffled pans about in the cupboards. Her every move was exaggerated for maximum effect. She stirred and kneaded while she watched the effect of her body on the throbbing bulge in Julies baggy khaki tactical pants. She teasingly pointed her finger and shook her head every time Julie started to rise from his seat at the kitchen table. She knew that the longer she teased the more intense Julie would be when he reached his breaking point.
Wanda made it a point to spill flour on her bare exposed thighs knowing the contrast of white sprinkled on her coffee-colored thick legs was driving her husband mad. Wanda knew that would be the perfect excuse for her favorite foreplay ritual, the cleanup shower. As an athlete, Julie poured with sweat at the slightest activity. Julie gave off an intense musk that reeked so much testosterone he couldn't wear white without leaving brown stains along the outlines of his gym swollen body. Julie had a natural pepper spice that mingled with his antiperspirant and talc and minty Ben Gay on whatever muscle group he had worked to exhaustion that day. While Wanda loved the pre-sex shower experience there were also the joys of stinging satisfaction as the minty gel mixed with Julie's sweat and poured over her sensitive skin. Wanda was often unable to open her eyes from the salty wetness that poured from Julie's body thirty minutes into a lovemaking session.
Somehow Julie was able to resist the unbelievable temptation to bend Wanda over the table and unleash the same ferocity he was becoming famous for in the boxing ring. Wanda had just managed to set the oven timer for the biscuits. Wanda turned from the oven and Julie was on top of her. His powerful body had her ass pressed to the warm oven door. Wanda's tank top was over her head before she could utter a syllable of protest. The wet heat of Julie's mouth was hotter than the oven as his teeth brushed her neck. Wanda's knees buckled as she felt Julie breaking blood vessels in her neck from the pressure of his mouth. Julie had every intention of marking Wanda's throat with a giant love bruise. Wanda was tempted to let him mark his territory as she felt shivers run down her spine but knew it wouldn't project the professional aura she wanted to maintain in her nursing classes.
Wanda played her trump card. The move that always left Julie under her spell. With her right hand, she hefted her large breast to Julie's chin. There wasn't a straight man in the world that could help but wrap his mouth around the cocoa bullseye that was Wanda's nipple tip. Over the course of the last seven years, Julie had trained Wanda's body to orgasm from breast play through a relentless drive to perfect his technique that if he had applied to the ring would have Julie crowned heavyweight champion by now. As far as Wanda was concerned Julie was the undisputed champion of titty sucking. A wicked thought flashed through Wanda's mind that Julie had conditioned her breasts so well that she was almost powerless to resist the effects of the occasions when someone else had handled her tits. A part of Wanda blamed her husband for her marital infidelities. Wanda collapsed into Julie's arms as the thought of other men handling her tits and her inability to prevent things to progress to crossing a line Wanda couldn't believe she had violated.
A wave of guilt hit Wamda as her body tingled from orgasm. She made the same promise she always made when she remembered her previous weaknesses. Wanda promised to put her entire body and soul into making sure Julie always got the best of her lovemaking. Wanda would indulge any desire or fantasy that Julie ever entertained. Fortunately for Wanda Julie's every fantasy revolved around pleasing her. Julie had but one exception.
Somewhere deep in Julie's psyche, he had developed an infatuation with the uncontrollable sexual desire his wife inspired in other men. Julie had first caught his wife's attention from his willingness to fight a gang of bullies who had made Wanda the target of sexual harassment that crossed the line into assault. When Wanda had suffered her first humiliating public exposure she had feared that Julie would look at her like damaged and used goods. No longer as valuable once the most intimate and prized parts of her womanhood had been exposed to hundreds of people who had gathered specifically to see her bare breasts display. Julie had been slow to respond to another planned public unveiling waiting till she could feel the cold breeze of classroom air conditioning on the bare underside of her massive breasts before stopping the attack with an explosion of protective violence she was shocked to witness. He had even paused his destructive assault on her assailants to admire the barely exposed hint of her dark areolas before continuing his pummeling. Afterward, he made love to her with an intensity that would have scared her had she not matched his energy.
Wanda had learned almost out of preservation that she could quickly bring Julie to completion by describing what it was like to have her breasts publically exposed to a cheering crowd. Julie was an intense and highly conditioned athlete who could easily make love to Wanda to the point she could hardly walk if left to exhaust himself. Wanda had reinforced Julie's deep kink by whispering the vivid details of her experience.
She loved the feel of Julie's lower back muscles in her palms as they tightened to the firmness of oak as he exploded in climax as she described the slow experience of all her classmates seeing her bare breasts exposed and groped and even sucked by her childhood bully finally fulfilling his goal of showing her eighteen-year-old tits to the world. Julie got off on every detail of camera's flashing and camcorders capturing every detail.
Wanda pushed Julie's fantasies further with additions like the shocked expression of the college guy she had been flirting with moments before who hadn't known that Wanda's tits were going to be the featured attraction of the day at the beach he just happened to be fortunate enough to luck into the experience. Right before Wanda's tits came flying out Wanda had actually been considering letting him be only the second guy to see her tits in private. He ended up being in a tie for the privilege with Wanda's entire graduating class.
Wanda had started to add made up details to push her husband over the brink faster and and harder. She talked of quivering in extasy as her secret were literally laid bare to the excited crowd. The velvet walls of her womanhood imploding in waves of pleasure as a man she hated squeeze and juggled her huge breasts on film. She related the fear when the horde began chanting for her pussy. She couldn't bare to have anyone find out how wet she had gotten from showing the whole world her tits. Wanda had been repeating these lines over and over again until they began to become real in her memory.
Soon Wanda had begun having more and more incidents of coming out of her clothes. The police had caught Wanda and Julie in the back of his station wagon with her top perilously laid out across the dashboard. She had been tied up naked behind the stage curtain at her graduation with the intent to include the parents in the audience on Wanda's exposure. She had been topless in a parade and on the evening news. Her husband aware of all of it and more turned on by every instance. Wanda had debated admitting her infidelities to please her husband's appetites. She couldn't quite bring herself to risk it.
Wanda's mind snapped back to the present as Julie started to carry her to the bedroom.
"Julie, we need to wash off first." Wanda said unsure if Julie could be talked down.
"Errrmmm" Julie grunted in protest as he continued his path the bedroom.
"Julie, I'm all messy from cooking and your clothes are damp with sweat." Wanda said wiping a finger across Julies wide brow and flicking the moisture in his eye.
Julie blinked from the salty liquid a few times and glanced down at Wanda's huge naked rack again and half mumbled and half growled something from the back of his throat that sounded a little like the words tits.
"Julie, I've got that mango body wash you like so much." Wanda said grabbing the door frame as Julie tried to go through.
Wanda had managed to get thought through not only the rocks in Julie's head but the one in his pants. Julie loved his wife's curvy body in almost any context you could think of but he had a soft spot when he thought of smooth brown skin wet and slick with soap suds. If Julie had wanted to he could have pulled the door frame off the wall to get his wife through the entrance but he relented and set her down. Wanda scurried to the bathroom before Julie had time to change his mind.
