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And what a nap. We both, I think, slept soundly for what turned out to be a good hour. Then we snuggled a bit, saying both a hello and a temporary goodbye.

Pulling me in his strong arms, Zach offered, "That was the best girl fuck of my life. Loved your ankles in the air, what an angle to take my Daddy's pussy. Loved looking at your face, kissing your face, while feeling my cock deep inside you. Thank you Daddy. I'm missing you already and probably won't see you until tomorrow night. I so hope it goes well with Victoria." A little sad and reflective, Zach tightened his hug.

"Honey, I loved being your pussy too. What a fun role-play. I think a spreader-bar would make it easier to hold up and keep my legs apart, you more dominant than ever. But of course sometime I'd do you in bondage of one sort or another," the words alone excited me and I felt Zach big cock jump back to attention. Youth! His cock, and Zach in every way was a wonder. "My baby, let's both try not to jack until we see each other next. And thank you, Victoria is a heavy issue. I'll call you after she and I talk. A short call, not phone sex. Save that come for Daddy. Got it?"

"Got it, dad!" Last words as he gathered his gear and headed home.

I took a quick bath, and decided to call Victoria while out walking Atticus, hoping that would add to the comfort level of the call. Make it seem more a part of the regular routine, knowing all the while that in less than the last 48 hours, I had gone from bi-curious virgin to total man-sex lover and likely in-love. With Zach, good God. And for Zach, as big a revelation as there could be in that 26 year old's life. What growth.

It was a lovely late afternoon on Bainbridge Island, Atticus somehow acting excited as though this were a very special walk, and beyond his favorite fire hydrants and dog-friends, it was. I dialed Victoria on my iPhone. That sweet voice answered on the second ring. "Hi honey, I was looking forward to your call. How are you? I'm missing you!" Victoria was always pretty darn sweet.

"Me too honey, but I assume you had a lot to absorb last night. Happy to talk about it now." That was all I needed to say.

Victoria took over, "Yes that was some news, not a surprise but still a moment that I doubted would ever come. So have you seen this young man again?"

"Yes, I saw Zach today, but it is a busy day for him. Tomorrow is the start of only his second week at Sub Base Bangor. Not sure when I'll see him again." I thought that was enough information and paused.

Victoria continued, "What does it all mean, for us--I mean. And what do you expect with him?"

"Victoria, I think my actually realizing this side of me, if we are sensitive, is nothing but good for us. I'll be less frustrated and happier. My hopes for a renewal of our sex life is as before. I'm not gay. Not expecting to marry Zach and elope. A step at a time, no telling where it will go or how, he's young and has no end of options. Right now I am enjoying a real friendship, and a gorgeous cock. He's Black, BTW," again I thought that was enough and paused.

"Is he gay? What about safety, you know nothing about him or his background," Victoria was narrowing in on her fears.

"Honey, I know a great deal about him, in fact enough that I trust exactly what he has shared in great detail." I continued, "Happy to have you meet him. I promise your opinion will change. He's a straight arrow in every way, a Princeton grad, near finishing four years in the Navy, and I just got lucky at the T&C produce department. I was his first man on man experience too. He's a shy and reserved fellow, raised in the mold of Arthur Ashe, raised to be a tennis pro and was on a tennis scholarship at Princeton. A great kid, but a victim of being Black in a nearly all white high school and college, so actually was not even that experienced with girls." I continued, "In fact, though he has a great presence about him, and is handsome as the dickens, he lacks confidence around girls and never had a really satisfying relationship. A shocking truth about racism. And life in the Navy was no different, white folks everywhere, so he focused on his career. When I invited him to dinner just being polite, I was shocked that he agreed. We talked at length, enjoyed each other's company, and sucking his cock just happened. A huge surprise for both of us."

I needed to continue, "Again honey, I have no idea where this will go or how we will manage things. Truly a step at a time. I like him a lot, love that a friendship has developed so deeply and quickly, and suspect that you will find him a delightful, educated, smart, thoughtful fellow. We are actually two men, straight by experience, who stumbled on to something that I am sure neither of us thought would happen. I'm real glad to know him. What great luck!"

"Wow honey, are you really that confident in him this quickly? What about safety, disease and all that?" Obvious worries from Victoria. Then she continued, "I'm worried about us, probably jealous, and you know I won't be involved in any way sexually. Right? Can't even imagine how we will navigate all this."

"I don't know either, and I have made it clear that you will not be a participant. Zero expectations about that. And yes honey, this kid is straight and I trust him completely." Trying to end there, I added, "Wait and meet him, we'll take him out to dinner, or make a dinner here. Ask him anything, he cares about my feelings and your feelings. Such a sensitive kid, actually about to turn 27, very much a man but being Black in a white world has had an effect. There's no part of him that is a 'ghetto thug.' The absolute opposite. He tells the truth, quietly, calmly. Think Arthur Ashe. And of course he is as concerned as we are about health and safety. In some ways I think he sees me as a mentor. His dad was older and is deceased. He was a big and very positive influence, so invested in his son, preparing him to survive in a white world. No matter where it goes, it feels good to have a male friend. That more than anything, is a long time missing."

"I'm afraid, but see no choice here, I trust the decisions you make. I will be glad to meet him, curious certainly--but will not treat it like an interview. He's your friend." Victoria was done, scared like hell but resigned.

From my perspective, mission accomplished. One small step, but a thousand things that could go wrong with Victoria, and unintentionally sabotage our marriage. I thanked her for her understanding, said goodnight, and called Zach. My mood changed instantly.

"Hi Cal, are you okay?" Zach, what a sweetheart, always his first thought is not about himself but about me.

"It went as well as it could, no explosion, no drama. A pretty straight forward, just the facts conversation, some Q&A. It was a positive beginning to a long process. I invited her to meet you! That said, I couldn't wait for that call to end. I was missing you."My cock jumped at that truth. "How's my cunt doing?"

"Me too Daddy, your voice alone makes me hard. I want to jack a load with you right now, but will do as you say, saving up for tomorrow evening. I can't wait." Perfection from my son.

I took over, knowing I was tempting fate, "So son, truth matters, if I were to come over right this minute, what would you most want out of a short evening encounter?"

"God dad, my mind is always mulling every single minute we've had together like a video. So much to choose from and so much unexplored territory." Zach continued, "What I have been thinking about is more ways to serve my Daddy, maybe more dress-up like a girl. I thought of you lying on the bed on your back, up against pillows, your cock hard and sticking up. I would wear white stockings, turn my back toward you so all you would see is you bitch's Black bubble butt outlined in white. Then I would squat down taking your cock in my pussy, and lean forward. You'd be fucking a 5'10" tall Black cunt, just lying there smoking your joint, me doing all the work jacking your dick with my pussy. Up and down on your cock, you just watching that Black butt working for Daddy's come."

"Oh my God, you are such a good little girl, we'll do that for sure!" I exclaimed. "I'm so hard right now, thank you son. Very creative and very smart. While you're protecting the country tomorrow, let me see what I can find and I'll fuck my little girl tomorrow evening. Good job, keep thinking dirty. You are so special honey. Now don't jack! I want you frustrated and hungry tomorrow. Thank you Zach, that was a beautiful thought. Send me an e-mail with your waist size. Call me when you get off work and are fresh out of your shower. Got it?"

"Got it Daddy," I always loved that response. "I'll be fresh and ready to be your little girl, maybe we add a wig too--at some point. I'll call the moment I'm ready to serve my handsome Daddy!"

I needed food and a bath myself, filled with thoughts of tomorrow and hoping I could resist a jack off. The walk with a happy Atticus, something of a beachhead with Victoria, and thoughts of that Black butt, such a tall cunt, squatting on and jacking my cock. It had been a good day. Tomorrow would be better, I had some shopping to do at the Castle Mega Store in Silverdale. I'd e-mail Victoria tonight and tomorrow, and surprise her with a call before Zach came over.

After a day like this, I knew it would be a long night, thinking about Zach and hoping not to waste any come. Morning would come. I was full of energy, planned a big walk with Atticus, a lot of house cleaning and organizing, then a quick trip to Castle. I squeezed in a couple of short but loving e-mails to Victoria. Turns out she had evening plans with family, and asked if she could call at 4:00. Perfect! Everything was set.

The day went almost exactly as planned, and I was ready for Victoria--right on time. "Hi honey," I answered, careful not to sound too happy or too buoyant. "How are you today and what are you guys doing tonight?"

"It's a girl's night out, another play and likely pizza!" She said with some enthusiasm. Never any pizza in our Vegan diet here, but she was entitled. "I am still absorbing the Zach friendship and actually look forward to meeting him. Flights are being delayed, so I'll likely get in late on Friday, and ask one of the kids to drive me home. Should we invite Zach over for a casual dinner and visit Saturday? If that works for you, and fits his schedule?"

"Oh honey, plenty of time to make that work. I'll run it by him when he calls next, I hope after work today." I said with a sincere note of appreciation. "And thank you Victoria. I so appreciate your sensitivity. I don't really know what his work week is like, but think he does have weekends mostly off. I'll try and make that work, it is very important to me that you feel good about this, you'll love the kid for sure, such gentleman. But still I know this is complicated stuff. Thank you honey."

We both said "I love you" and wow, I was off the hook and waiting on the call from Zach. I had some fun purchases to share, and plenty of food freshly prepared. Zach's call came twenty minutes later, fresh out of the shower, my cunt was ready and on his way.

I was naked except for my freshly washed bathrobe, and there he was at the door, looking handsome and happy in Levis. He was wearing a white long sleeve polo shirt untucked, nice blue top-siders--sans socks, and a fresh looking brown bag. Interesting. Once again, I grabbed him and drug him in the door, slammed it shut and pushed him against it. We looked at each other with knowing smiles, kissed and hugged. "Hello Zach, God have I missed you. I've got some surprises, looks like you might have some too. We can eat and relax later, let's go into my bedroom right now cunt!" I was almost growling already, and that felt good. We headed for the bedroom.

"I'm with you Daddy," and he sure was, how cool. Zach went on, "Can't wait to get these clothes off and share both of our surprises. I'm already wearing mine because I could only get it on when I was soft. I'm hard as a rock right now."

"Get those Levis off cunt, did you buy a big chrome cock ring to match your dad's?" Before Zach could answer me he had pulled the Levis off, no panties or underwear, and his giant hard on popped out straight. Sure enough, he must have gone to Castle during his lunch break because his cock and balls were now tightly restrained by a much larger but matching heavy chrome cock ring. Gorgeous! "Good job cunt! Get that shirt off and sit down on the bed like a good naked girl."

I knew he had something else in that bag, maybe he found more white panties to his taste, or even women's open crotch panties. But that could wait. I pulled my bag out. First came the white stockings with a band at the top to hold them on tight. Zach let out a "Wow!" And began pulling them on. In minutes, he was transformed, white stockings and a chrome cock ring pressuring his hard cock and balls. Pretty! Then I pulled out a long white wig, cut with bangs--and I began to fit it on Zach's freshly shaved head properly, and fluffed it up. This time I was the one saying "Wow! Now stand up cunt, and show your Daddy what a pretty girl you are. Make a full turn, stand up tall and stick that Black butt out at your dad, shake your head and let that long white hair fall over your shoulders and on your back."

I continued, "You look amazing. What a tall and pretty girl you are, and my girl has some special equipment. I like it, nice choice getting a cock ring to match your dad's. Stand in front of that full length mirror and shake your head, feel that beautiful white hair. From behind you are pure female, that's what I'll see when you sit down on my cock facing away from me. But how cool that when you turn around, you become a gorgeous transexual with an incredible cock to feed your hungry dad whenever he wants it. How do you feel in stockings and a wig honey?" I was hard as a rock, and wondered if Zach felt as feminine and stylish as SHE looked to me.

"Oh Daddy, what a feeling. The stockings, the wig, and the cock ring, all feel so good. I am your little girl. Oh, and Daddy, I did buy a pretty pair of white crotchless panties. Do you want to see them?" Zach asked.

"Yes honey, pull them out, I do want to see them but right--now between that white hair and the white stockings almost up to your butt, you are perfect. Get ready to be a good girl, climb on your Daddy, use your cunt to jack Daddy's cock." As I said that, I lay down on the bed, propped up with pillows, cock at full staff, her pretty white crotchless panties in one hand, my cock in the other.

Without looking back, she climbed over me straddling both legs, stocking legs on both sides of me, butt facing me and hovering over my dick head. Her back was arched and white hair rustled over her shoulders and back, her head and neck raised in such a giving and feminine way. Delicious!

"Now push that cunt down on Daddy's cock, take in just the head," I was in full control and it felt great. She was silent and completely focused on following my direction. Some nice pressure and pop, the head went in. "Good girl, hold it right there, use your butt muscles and squeeze Daddy's cock just to say hello--I love you." She did as directed, and what a grip my girl's pussy had on my dick head. "Keep your neck, head and back arched and go ahead, push that cock right down to the base, Daddy wants it rough. Good fucking girl, now for a minute I'm going to be quiet and just enjoy seeing you look so beautiful working my cock for come with your cunt. Jack it bitch. Jack my white dick with that Black pussy. Be Daddy's girl."

I lay back and watched in wonder. Silently, with light and appropriate feminine sounds, that Black bubble butt went to work on my cock. It was a beautiful movie, my woman submitting to my ownership, and clearly loving being a cunt whore. Hair, stockings, and this beautiful Black body devoted to one thing, my pleasure. My needs. Working for come. Looking like a stylized black and white-era movie star servicing my manhood. A French movie from the sixties. My cock loved it. I could come anytime, but was now in a peaceful place, zero hurry, watching the art of it all unfold in front of me.

"You are a magnificent whore cunt, speed that movement up a bit. Butt up to the glans, pull on it but never let it go, then drive down hard. Go ahead and milk my first load out of me. Hold your arch. Oh good girl, a few more strokes like that and on the up-stroke squeeze that head hard with your butt muscles. Milk your Daddy, yes milk it bitch. What a pussy you are. Here you go, milk that first load!"

And here it came, this girl was singularly responsible for my cock's joy and celebration. I just lay there watching, no hands, just my girl milking me with that butt pounding up and down, my cock so happy. Then for the longest time, NEMOs, beautiful tantric orgasms one after another and I just groaned and let her work. Watching that black butt hole swallow my white dick, and jack it back up right to the head with womanly rhythm, up and down in a dance. I had a front row seat. It was an unmatchable moment of pure perfection.

To be continued...