The young black stud remained by the pool for only an hour this time.
The unintentional tension in the air caused by this black stud was obviously making all 13 of us white husbands feel uncomfortable. Our pretty white wives had so many moments where they were uncharacteristically quiet and somber, yet they tried to keep some form of communication inside the group.
Minutes before the black man departed a few of the wives suggested we ask him to join us for the next meal.
"Why don't you guys go over there and talk to him again? Maybe he's hungry now?" Clarissa asked.
But, there were no takers.
None of us from this group of white husbands had a desire to approach him. Speaking for myself, I was intimidated by the presence of such a man and the manner in which he showed his absolute control over his pretty blonde companion. It appeared the others had the same sinking feeling that I did.
As Tra'mon stood, then finally departed with the beautiful white woman following behind, everyone's eyes opened wide. Our wives' eyes were glued upon him. He exited the pool area by walking around the far end of the pool. This seemed to be his trend. He was ignoring us completely.
"Well, I guess it's too late to ask him now." Karen mentioned.
The group milled in and out and around their condo apartments, and by the pool, for more than a few hours. Nobody really mentioned the "obvious" display of his masculinity during this time. Yet, everyone's mood was affected.
The wives prepared the shark steaks and lit the tiki-styled torches positioned all the way around the pool. It was around 8 p.m., and they had all changed into shorts or skirts, and tank top tee shirts by now. This was part of their evening wear. The men had changed to summer shirts and shorts.
It was now the Friday night before the fourth of July holiday.
The sun was beginning to set and someone had put on soft music. The young black man was nowhere in sight. It seemed as if he had retired for the evening with his blonde companion.
That is when Julie asked for a couple of volunteers to run out for more ice.
When David volunteered I offered to tag along. Deep down, I just wanted to get away from the tension for awhile. With the black man not around I felt more relieved, almost thankful. I was sure that I wouldn't want to leave my wife's sight if he had still been there. The curious way he looked at her earlier in the day sent a chill of fear through my entire body.
David and I had been gone for about 45 minutes.
We milled around a few stores for awhile looking at mindless items, lost in thought. Both of us were quite sullen and withdrawn. Looking back, it was clear that this black stud had taken away our entire self esteem.
As we pulled into the parking lot close to 9 o'clock that night, we both noticed the blonde woman walking out towards her car. She was barefoot and clutching something in her arms as she minced her way across the pavement.
Still, the black man was nowhere to be seen.
She looked just as incoherent as she appeared earlier in the day, perhaps even more so. The way she was cradling all her clothes in her arms seemed a little strange to me.
David pulled into a parking spot a few cars down from her red Mazda, and we sat there and watched her struggle to open the car door. It was fairly obvious the black stud had fucked her again, and then sent her on her way. I couldn't explain why it was obvious, but it truly was.
"Maybe we should have stopped her?" David said.
"She didn't look at all capable of driving." he added.
The red Mazda started off slowly, then accelerated..
"I don't know. She's driving alright." I said, as we watched her car darting away.
"Besides, I really don't want to get involved." I stated.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." David returned.
David and I got out of his car and grabbed the 4 bags of crushed ice we purchased, each of us carrying two. That is when we spotted the young, black man strolling out from the building and into the parking lot.
He was alone, and his partial "thug" look terrifed us.
Both David and I tensed up immediately.
He was wearing a pair of well-pressed, khaki shorts and expensive black leather sandals. His crisp white short-sleeved shirt was hanging out. His muscular, dark biceps stretched the cotton sleeves with relative ease.
Within seconds, a silver metallic Mercedes convertible pulled into the parking lot and right up to him. The driver was a beautiful white woman in her mid 20's with brown hair. She was dressed in club styled purple minidress, which hugged her body like a second skin.
It was apparent that she was there to pick him up.
Tra'mon casually "hopped" into here convertible and they sped off into the night.
"Geezuz?! Another white woman?" I asked myself.
"The other woman he was with just left a minute before!" I said to myself, shocked.
I stood there wondering if the first white woman even knew. Did she know that the black man she was seeing was going out with another white woman, seemingly for the night? At the time, I wished that I had not seen this happening. This may have been an "innocent" relationship, or a simple friendship, and I tried thinking along those lines to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Still, I couldn't be sure.
My answer would come in the "wee" hours of the morning, less than 8 hours later.
Most of the group had milled around the pool until midnight. A few couples had retired for the night an hour earlier.
"We'll just finish cleaning up in the morning." Julie said.
The rest of us all agreed.
Everyone of us went back to our condos. I was sure all of us fell asleep rather quickly, just as Julie and I did. That night wasn't a restless one. I was exhausted and glad to get to sleep. But, I shouldn't have had that last drink so early before going to bed since I was awakened by Mother Nature only 5 hours later.
It was around 5 in the morning when I woke up needing to relieve myself.
In my half sleep state, I headed for the bathroom and began urinating. My mind wasn't even remotely clear as I finished my business and flushed the toilet. That is when I heard the faint sound of a car running coming from the parking lot.
That side of the building from our 2nd floor condo overlooked the parking lot. Although we had not been there for more than a couple months, it was strange to hear any cars running, especially at this time on a Saturday morning. I decided to "peek" out from our bathroom window to see who was out there running their car.
It was the same silver Mercedes convertible that David and I had seen earlier in the evening.
yes, it was the same car, and with the same pretty brown-haired white woman who had picked up the brash Tra'mon around 9 the night before. Unbelievably, she was now on her knees before him and quite clearly sucking on his massive cock.
She knelt on the pavement on the driver's side with the door wide open. The young black stud simply stood above her with the palm of his left hand directly on the top of her head, controlling it. She knelt there subserviently sucking on his black cock with her arms down at her sides.
In amazement, I watched as the black stud roughly fucked this white woman's throat. I must have been catching the last part of this little scene because it ended 3 minutes later. When he finished using her mouth, it was clear that he shook his cock dry onto her before returning it inside his shorts. With a knowing grin, he zipped the fly shut.
He said something to her that I was unable to hear from that distance, then turned and slowly walked to the condo building entrance. The white continued kneeling as she watched him strut through the door. Finally, she got up and drove away.
I had not seen anything like that since I saw my date from a school dance sucking on a black man's cock years before. It wasn't the same, but this shadowed image brought my mind way back to the humiliation I had experienced years before. It was an image that I have always wished to forget.
Intimidated, I returned to bed. I was glad that Julie didn't have to witness this little scene in the parking lot. It took me an hour to fall asleep as I grew worried about this young black stud's sudden appearance within our condo.
But, this would be just the beginning of the weekend introduction of the new black resident and neighbor. The next few days of this extended 4 day holiday weekend would become an overwhelming source of visual humiliation for all 13 of us white husbands in the condo association. In turn, it seemed to become more like a source of tremendous curiosity and visual stimulation for the 13 white wives.
That next morning was Saturday the fouth. Again, the couples began arriving to the pool area around 10 o'clock. By 10:45, all of us were present.
The wives began preparing a simple brunch of buttered croissants, fruit and mimosa. The mood was more relaxed for the time being as the young, black man had not made an appearance. I am quite sure all the husbands felt relieved by this.
"Geez. I hope he had plans to get out of town for the day, and the weekend?" I hoped, thinking to myself.
But, when the clock hit 12:30 in the afternoon he suddenly appeared.
The black stud emerged from the glass door with a small, white towel around his neck and in a pair of the skimpiest leopard-print bikini underwear. This time there was no question that they were underwear rather than a speedoes swim bikini. Boldly, he strutted right past us without a single word being said. He was speaking on his cell phone as his thick, insulting cock flopped around in the pouch of those whisper thin biknis.
Our faces turned beet red.
Yet, nobody within the group seemed to show the desire to mention the cold, callous display of his manhood. The black stud merely strolled around to his lounge chair on the other side of the pool, where he lit a marijuana cigarette.
The aroma of the weed was quite noticeable.
The young black man smoked "blunts" and layed around for the next 40 minutes until his cell phone rang. Immediately, he got up and began walking. As he arose, the white wives stared hungrily. Their eyes never drifted from his powerful body as he strode past us with confidence.
"I'll be right there." we heard him saying to his caller.
Apparently, he had a guest arriving and departed to let this person in through the parking lot entrance. The white wives all gazed at his muscular ass cheeks in those leopard-print bikinis as he slowed his stride so confidently as he passed.
The mood suddenly changed to an intense curiosity. I am sure all of us wondered about who this "guest" would be. Many of us stared at each other with a look of bewilderment tracing our faces, yet none of us spoke about it.
