After an epic Thanksgiving weekend, I am sitting at my computer typing this recap of our weekend. I am wearing a short skirt and white lace panties. Brandi is sitting nearby, reading over my shoulder from time to time, and correcting my recollection of events.
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On Thanksgiving morning, we always run a 5K. Brandi looked exquisite in her yoga pants and athletic top. She gave me a pair of pantyhose and silk t-shirt to wear under my sweats. We met up with friends at the race, and she introduced me to her coworker Malcolm. He was tall, athletic and African American. He was running in shorts and a tank top, despite the cold weather. When the five K kicked off, the three of us ran together for a while but eventually I fell back and they were better runners than me. The pantyhose were sliding on my shaved legs and ass and it was turning me on.
I could see Brandi and Malcolm ahead of me and they would occasionally look back at me before both smiling and turning back. They really seemed to be sharing an inside joke. There was some casual contact between them as well, which made me wonder if she'd slept with him already or if we were just leading up to it. I've long fantasized about being her cuckold -- it's probably the only stage of her ownership of me that we haven't already tried.
They were waiting for me at the finish line and cheered my across the line. My time wasn't bad, but they'd been done long enough to finish a water of bottle they were sharing. It seemed more intimate than I expected, but I knew this was the weekend when things may well become very different for us. Malcolm met us back at our house, where my mother in law was watching the turkey. Brandi offered to let Malcolm use our shower and she handed me some towels to bring him. I walked into our master suite and he was struggling to figure out the controls of the shower. I helped him get it set up, and he casually dropped his shorts in front of me and stepped in. His body was magnificent and his cock was an impressive 7" or so, even while flaccid. He made casual conversation as he showered and while it was awkward to be in his naked presence it would have felt more so to leave. So we talked, about sports, our jobs, even a little politics.
Later on, as we were finishing our Thanksgiving feast, Brandi suggested Malcolm stay for the football game. He and I were having fun together, so I didn't object. The rest of our family left after we ate and the late Thanksgiving game was just starting. Brandi changed into a more casual outfit that consisted of an oversize Cowboys jersey, and quite possibly little else. Her nipples were poking the nylon jersey, and since she rarely wears panties, I doubted she had any on now.