On this particular Saturday, a certain Haitian-American couple was dressed in their utmost finery. Thomas Beauregard was wearing a nice dark gray suit, blue silk shirt, and dark gray dress pants, and his wife Madeleine Poisson-Beauregard wore a white blouse, dark gray Capri pants and soft boots. They got in their bright red Jaguar, and sped to the mostly black and quite active Seventh-Day Adventist Church located near the transit station. There are a lot of Haitian Adventists in Brockton. In fact, black Adventists in the environs of Massachusetts consider Brockton and nearby Randolph to be their strongholds. Just another interesting tidbit.
"Bel gason, handsome fellow," Madeleine Poisson-Beauregard said, looking at her husband Thomas Beauregard as they got ready for church. Outside their townhouse, located in the Ashes Avenue area of Brockton, Massachusetts, a fast-driving snow blanketed the landscape. Thomas woke up early to clear the driveway, and the snow covered it all up again. Winter in Massachusetts is often endless, comparable only to the fierce winters of Ontario, Canada, which Madeleine once endured as a student at York University. After living in Massachusetts for a long time, Madeleine got used to its milder winters.
"Merci madame, je t'adore, thank you ma'am, I love you," Thomas replied, and he took Madeleine's hand and kissed it. Madeleine blushed, and nodded. To Thomas, she looked just as lovely at forty five as she did back in the day, when they first met. A lot of couples fall into a rut after decades of marriage but Thomas and Madeleine aren't like these unfortunate souls. Thomas is a successful attorney with an office in downtown Boston, and Madeleine is a Nurse at Mass General Hospital. When nobody's looking, Thomas and Madeleine do things that put porn stars to shame...
Thomas loves women of all races, from dark-skinned, big-booty African American women to curvy Latin ladies and even tall, leggy blonde-haired women. Now, a lot of ladies would simply adjust to that, but Thomas desires didn't stop there. Thomas is bisexual, and part of the most exclusive of all cliques. Bisexual men who only slept with other bisexual men, preferring to avoid dealing with gay men since they're prone to reveal their sexuality to everyone and cause major problems. Thomas married Madeleine not just because he loved her, but because she accepted his bisexuality. In every relationship, compatibility is always key...
Madeleine loves her husband Thomas, and asked him to be discrete, and always use condoms, in his sexual encounters with men. Thomas kept his word to his beloved wife Madeleine. As a black lawyer in the City of Boston, Thomas had an image to maintain. Boston is thought of as the liberal capital of America but it is quite conservative when one reaches the professional ranks. The lawyers, doctors, accountants, business executives and power brokers who run the City of Boston are an entirely different breed from the liberated, sexually ambiguous collegiate crowd. That's just the way it is.
Thomas and Madeleine have a fun, varied sex life. Earlier that morning, they had sex in the shower. Madeleine found herself on all fours, face down and big ass up, as Thomas came up behind her. He spread her thick ass cheeks wide open and ate her ass while fingering her pussy. Thomas absolutely loves his wife's ass, and he stroked his dick while she twerked for him. At the age of forty five, Madeleine could still twerk better than most young black women half her age. One of the many reasons why Thomas loves her...
"Fuck me, mari mwen," Madeleine said in a sexy, husky voice, and Thomas grinned and smacked her ass before complying with her demand. He grabbed her and carried her to the hallway, and took her on all fours. Madeleine moaned deeply as Thomas gripped her wide hips and thrust his long, hard dick into her pussy. After decades together, they knew each other's bodies, wants and needs. Thomas proceeded to fuck Madeleine silly, drilling his dick into her sweet pussy like there was no tomorrow.
"I can't live without you babe," Thomas told Madeleine, after he came inside of her, after some wild and freaky sex. Madeleine grinned and kissed him, and then they got up and went to the bedroom. Just like that, the happy couple got ready for church. With the state of Massachusetts lifting the restrictions on public buildings, the Haitian churches were opening again, along with myriad others. Thomas and Madeleine left their townhouse, and went to church.
As Thomas drove to church, he smiled at Madeleine, and thought about their lives. For a long time, Thomas had a thing going on with a gentleman named Jayson Dwyer, a tall, handsome fellow of Jamaican and Irish-American descent. Jayson worked as a schoolteacher in the town of Milton, Massachusetts, and was married to a beautiful Nigerian-American woman named Amara Onochie. Like Thomas, Jayson had a lovely wife and family, but he also liked the fellas. That's the dilemma of the bisexual black man in the United States of America. The black community doesn't want him, and the LGBT community despises him. What's a brother to do?
Jayson Dwyer had been abstaining from male/male contact for ages due to the fact that in Boston, a lot of guys who like guys enjoy putting their business out on the streets. Forceful outings are trendy nowadays. Jayson didn't want to lose his wife and family because some cocksucker couldn't keep his mouth shut. There's also the fact that a lot of gay men and some bisexual men go cruising full time, and tend to hook up without thought of condoms or consequences. Jayson avoids the breed for this and many other reasons. He lucked out when he found a kindred spirit in Thomas...
"I can't risk this ever getting back to my wife, Amara would kill me and I'd never seen our sons again," Jayson told Thomas, as they dined together inside Prudential Center, during their second meeting. Thomas looked at Jayson, a handsome biracial man who could have been an actor or a male model if he wanted. The fellow looked good, and Thomas noticed that both women and men checked out Jayson, who seemed almost oblivious. Thomas smiled at Jayson and reassured him.
"Jay, I'm a husband to a gorgeous woman and a proud father, like you, a real man and not a flimsy little fairy, I'd never reveal our liaison," Thomas said firmly, and Jayson nodded, exhaling in sheer relief. Thomas didn't tell Jayson that his wife Madeleine knew he was bisexual and fully supported him. The two men continued with their lunch, and talked about the pressures that came with being college-educated black male professionals in a lily-white professional world. For some reason, black men from an immigrant background tended to be more successful than African American men when it came to the Bostonian business world. Thomas found that both funny and sad, and shared his thoughts with Jayson.
"Tom, I feel you on that, I've got a white father and a black mother, I was never black enough for the cool brothers at school, but I studied hard while they fooled around and played, and now I'm successful while they're either dead or in prison," Jayson said grimly. Thomas nodded in agreement, and finished his meal. Afterwards, the two men went for a walk around downtown Boston. Anyone looking at them would see a pair of tall, attractive, well-dressed black male professionals hanging out.
