Martha hated working weekends, having to find a sitter for her kids was a pain, but she was glad for the day off in the middle of the week.
She got so much more done without her little rascals underfoot. So far today she'd had a nice hot shower, which included a very satisfying orgasm, gotten caught up with laundry and cleaned her bathroom.
Now that the sun had burned off the morning fog, it was turning out to be a beautiful day, and she was making the most of it, tending her garden at the front of the house.
She was done pulling the weeds and was halfway through trimming her roses when the sedan pulled up in front of her neighbors house.
She knew that like herself, Derrick had to pull the occasional weekend shift, and ended up with days off during the week. She had spoken to him that day at the bus stop as they got their kids off to school, so Martha knew he was off that day, but didn't know if he was home or not. He often went to the gym or shopping on days off.
She casually watched the couple exit their car and couldn't help but notice the white, nylon clad legs that extended from the passenger seat. Martha saw a plaid skirt that was so short it exposed the woman's legs almost all the way up to her crotch!
The woman who got out of the passenger seat was around her own age, Martha thought, and rather attractive. She looked a bit overweight, as she was herself, Martha had to admit. Another similarity was that they both had maintained great legs. Thick but toned with well defined muscles.
Neither of the women were unhealthy or fat, per se, they just had middle aged mommy curves. And Martha had come to accept hers.
And apparently the other woman had as well, as she was doing nothing to hide it. In fact her outfit seemed to flaunt her body.
She was wearing a tight white button down shirt with the top few buttons open, with apparently a push up bra underneath. The result was an obvious display of her ample cleavage.
Dangling in front of her cleavage were two pigtails, which Martha initially found to be an odd hairstyle for a woman their age.
The view of her pigtails and cleavage was almost enough to draw a person's eyes away from the woman's legs, but the shortness of her red, plaid skirt, along with the black high heels, showed her white, nylon clad, muscular legs flex with each step as she strode boldly up Derrick's front walk.
The bands of her thigh high stockings were plainly visible as her skirt moved with her strut. Martha even caught a glimpse of the straps of her garter as she mounted the front stoop.
Martha suddenly had a revelation, her mind flashed to the naughty schoolgirl porn she had seen on her laptop during her late night, solo playtime.
She didn't know why, but she had always been more than a little turned on by the role-playing genre. It was yet another thing her uptight ex had refused to try.
Actually, the number of things that he had dismissed as too kinky made a long list, and as Martha hadn't had many other men, she was still rather inexperienced for a woman her age. She had learned more from online porn in the last few years than she ever had in real life.
As these thoughts flitted through her mind she noticed that the driver of the car was getting something out of the trunk, before hurrying after the woman.
Martha noticed that he was obviously a bit older than the woman, and she noticed his wedding ring glint in the sun as he pulled the strap of a carrying case over his shoulder.
Her mind again went to her porn viewing, and the Hotwife scenarios she had seen. Surely Derrick wasn't involved in such a thing. That would make him a... what was the word? She searched her memory, then remembered, that would make him a Bull!
When Martha noticed the name CANON on the case, it all came to her in a flash. This couple was coming to Derrick's house for sex!
She cast her eyes back to the woman, who by now was on Derrick's doorstep only a few yards away. Martha's heart skipped a beat as she saw the woman looking right at her and smiling broadly, defiantly. She must have recognized the realization and shock on Martha's face.
But she showed no shame, only confidence. And as she raised her hand to ring the bell her own wedding ring flashed in the sun. The stone on the ring looked enormous.
The door opened almost immediately, and Martha saw Derrick in the doorway wearing a suit. Martha had only ever seen him in a suit once before, when he had had to attend a funeral.
She thought that he looked so sexy in it then, and now he looked just as sexy, only now it took on a whole new meaning as he reached out with his huge black hand and said, "Janet, so nice to finally meet you in person."
His teeth gleamed in his dark face as he smiled at the white woman on his doorstep. She placed a small white hand in his, and Martha was stunned by the erotic nature of the sight. The difference in skin color, and the size of their hands, was so drastic it was shocking.
Martha barely heard the woman reply, she now seemed demure compared to the boldness she exuded moments earlier. "Hello Mr. Thompson." The woman said softly, her eyes lowered.
"Please come in Janet, we have much to discuss." Derrick stated firmly. He sounded stern to Martha, he'd said it in the tone he used when his son was misbehaving. Martha shivered in the sunshine as she realized they were already in character.
"Yes sir." The woman replied in a voice that sounded frightened, or maybe, highly aroused? The woman walked into the house with her head bowed as Derrick stepped aside for her.
Derrick greeted the man with the camera case as he approached. "Hello Fred, thanks for coming." His voice now was his usual friendly baritone, the voice Martha was used to hearing. The same voice he used when greeting her. "Thanks for inviting us Derrick." The man answered as he too entered the house.
Before Derrick followed his guests inside, he looked over at Martha's house and saw her staring back at him with her mouth agape.
"Hello Martha! Beautiful day, isn't it?" He asked, as naturally as ever. "Hi, uh, er, yeah, beautiful, uh, day, uhm, Derrick." Martha stammered in response.
Derrick flashed his brilliant white teeth at her and said, "Well, I'll talk to you later, I have company." He said as an apology for ending the conversation short. "Are we still carpooling to soccer? It's my turn to drive."
"Yes, later, talk to you later." Martha replied, getting her head together somewhat. "We'll be over at 5." She managed. She was stunned by the normalcy of the conversation under the circumstances of his 'company'.
Derrick smiled brightly again before he disappeared into the house. Martha wondered if he was amused, or feeling something else as he took note of her shock.
She quickly realized that shock wasn't the only thing she was feeling. She realized that she was turned on by what she surmised was about to transpire next door.
Her heart raced, her nipples thickened, and she felt her pussy dampen as images of some of the things she'd seen online filled her mind.
She thought about the Hotwife videos, with a cuckold husband manning the camera as the wife was serviced by a BBC. Would Derrick be involved in such a thing? She had to admit that it was the only thing that made sense. Derrick was a BBC bull, and he was about to service a Hotwife!
Visual images of Derrick and the white woman in scenarios like she'd seen in porn and read about in erotic literature flashed in her mind, and her breathing and heart rate increased.
She unconsciously reached for her rose bush again, and felt a prick from the thorns. She made up her mind then that she was done playing gardener for the day. She had to go take care of her weeping pussy. The activities that were about to take place at her neighbors house were now controlling her thoughts.
As she entered her own house, her eyes swept automatically to the window that faced Derrick's. She had opened all her windows wide to let in the fresh air and light breeze.
Derrick's own living room window was just across from hers, separated by his driveway. The same driveway where he had taught her son how to do a lay-up in basketball.
She had surreptitiously watched Derrick shoot hoops many times as the basket was mounted above his garage door, which was just outside her kitchen window.
His muscular, black body was a thing of beauty as he jumped and flexed. He was just so big and strong, in complete control of his athletic body.
He was actually the first black man she had ever gotten to know personally. And he basically blew all the stereotypes she had heard growing up out the window.
Martha had been born and raised in farm county. There were two traffic lights in the downtown area, and most folks lived in the outskirts.
The only times she could remember black people being discussed, they were either sports figures, or welfare receiving drug dealers in the big city.
After college, where she'd met a few black folks who seemed okay, she had been married and Josh hadn't wanted her to work. But after the divorce, she'd had no choice.
Martha had moved to the suburbs of the city and gotten a job in the local hospital. She had met many more people of color there, but the first person she had gotten to know well was her new neighbor, Derrick.
He had been a complete gentleman from day one. He was a widower, raising his only son by himself. Gainfully employed, polite, well dressed and a great father. Nothing like Martha had always understood a black man to be.
