This story was first published under the Loving Wife's category and has been resubmitted for the Interracial Love category. It has been tweaked just a little to make more sense.
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Present Day....
While waiting in the car for his wife to finish her salon appointment, Hank decided to sort out his ever growing list of emails using his phone. After skimming through several and marking them for either archive or trash, one subject stood out in bold black letters that caught his eye. The message read:
From: Hotel Monteleone, New Orleans, Louisiana
To: Hank and April Rawlins
Subject: CONGRATULATIONS WINNER!
Just as he was about to send it on its merry way to cyber trash, he paused thinking how many spam emails seem to find their way to his account, when suddenly his wife opened the car door and slid inside.
Now looking across at her, Hank often wondered why she felt the need to spend money to make herself look even more gorgeous. Not being biased, but in his opinion, April was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes on.
Other than her facial features with her blue eyes, shoulder length wavy dark brown hair, with scarcely scattered blonde highlights, April's body resembles that of 28 year old Brazilian competitive diver, Ingrid Oliveira.
Her most noticeable feature is her nice fleshy toned and tanned bubble butt ass. Something about her ass just drives Hank crazy with lust with or without her clothes on.
April's blue eyes had mesmerized Hank when he first noticed her on campus, and practically every day since. Her lightly tanned skin tone is in perfect contrast with her darker perky brown nipples and areolas.
April spends a half hour every other day suntanning nude in their enclosed backyard. She also works out with weights and does cardiovascular exercises. On the off days, she swims for 45 minutes at the local YMCA. She uses their glass encaged sunroom on inclement weather days to stay tanned year round.
The well defined definition of her back draws attention to April's curved toned ass and sexy ass crack. Those features including her toned stomach and muscular thighs, exudes pure sensual hot sexiness.
Pointing straight outward with not the least bit of sagging are those perky A-cup breasts of hers, that have a tendency to make Hank's mouth water just thinking about them.
He could spend days running his hands through her beautiful hair, and those light blonde highlights she added a year ago really turns him on. It seems it has the same effect with most men, having to do double takes when she walks by.
After falling in love with each other, they finished college at the university of Georgia together, then married at the young age of 21. They now live happily on the outskirts of Atlanta. At the time we both knew what they wanted and worked hard to achieve those goals.
They concentrated on their small work from home business as web-designers, and continue to make a very decent respectable living. Now at age 27 both of them seem content with life in general and are wanting to do some traveling when possible.
Hank belongs to a poker club that usually gets together over most weekends, and occasionally during a week-night. At times, it's not uncommon for the men to play all night, if the situation arises.
April spends time with her girlfriends having an all-girl pajama party during weekends and at times they head off to the movies together. They do spend some time apart, but the way they see it, they'll spend weekdays together so they're not neglecting their marriage, and have a healthy lifestyle with friends and each other.
They do the best to keep their sex life "spiced and spontaneous" as April puts it. That's what keeps them satisfied sexually. They've never discussed their pre-marriage sex they had with others, thinking what was in the past...stays in the past.
"I thought you were coming out of there as a redhead...You know, like Red Sonja?" Hank asked her.
"Not in your dreams or even in this lifetime buster." April responded, before she batted her thick eyelashes at Hank.
"Yeah, you're such a hot beauty, all those hard men...I mean, hard working men would miss whistling at a beautiful dark haired beauty that looks like the Warrior Princess Xena, instead of a plain redhead sorcerer." He teased.
Taking the hint and playfully throwing her hair back...very seductively April said, "What makes you so sure all those men aren't whistling at other features, instead of my hair?" Grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
"Well, little lady, I suspect it's the whole package that men are really whistling at. It's a miracle some of those men haven't fallen off their scaffolds watching you strutting by." Hank replied, still teasing her in a fake southern accent.
Continuing he stated, "Shucks ma'am, I bet all their peckers are so hard, they could use them as hammers driving in those nails."
"You are such a funny man Hank Rawlins. Please remind me why I married your silly ass!" April laughed loudly.
"Cause ma'am, I keep one of those hard peckers ready to take care of all your needs around the house." He replied in his best deep southern voice again.
"Oh, is that right? But Sir, that's why I have all those very handsome...and very strong...and very, very big men already hanging around my house. Resting her hands on the top of her thighs as she slowly opened and closed her legs back and forth in a very sensual teasing manner, as she smiled across at Hank.
April continued her little teasing act by seductively saying, "They all do such a fine job taking care of all my needs...sexily emphasizing the word needs.
Besides, just one pecker, giggling like a school girl when she said "pecker" instead of dick, isn't enough to take care of them all, being I have so many that need attention." April teased, while slowly running her tongue across the bottom of her top lip.
The arousing back and forth playful conversation suddenly had Hank's dick getting harder than quantum physics, as his wife insinuated that one dick wouldn't be enough to take care of all her needs.
Was my wife secretly trying to tell me something, because she'd never playfully mentioned anything about men's dicks before. Now, he's thinking he would table this discussion for later. At this moment, Hank just wanted to get her home and dive in between those silky thighs of hers.
Swallowing hard, he looked over at April and said, "Ok you little sex pot, when I get you home, you can service this chauffeur for all the teasing you're so good at doing."
"Mmmm, gladly, Sir. Will the other chauffeur's join the party too?" April responded, in a highly arousing seductive voice, knowing how she turned me on with just her sultry voice.
Smiling and thinking we're definitely going to pursue this subject more. "Not this time my little sex kitten. Here make yourself useful my pet and sort my emails out, just leave those from all my side chicks...I'll get to them later." Hank responded back.
Pouting and grunting her displeasure, April took his phone and started scanning over where he'd left off.
"No Way!" April shouted.
"Yes, my kitten. As you can see, I have numerous side chicks who love to be at my beck and call." Hank said, thinking she was still in her teasing role.
"No, Hank! This email from Hotel Monteleone in New Orleans!" April shouted excitedly.
She opened the email and after a minute of reading, she let out another loud shout. "Oh My God Hank! I won...I can't believe it, I fucking won...Holy Shit!...Baby, I won us an all expense 2 week paid vacation to New Orleans!"
"Get out of here." Hank answered, in a bit of shock rather than excitement.
"Wait. Oh fuck me. It says you have to respond within 24 hours of their email to claim the prize, or risk forfeiture." April said, looking very panicked.
Looking at the date of the email and her watch, she gasped. "Damn it Hank, we had to respond or we would forfeit our prize sweetie, and it's now 8 hours past the deadline."
"April, wait a minute, when did you...how...I mean, how did you win this vacation trip?" He asked, with curiosity and a bit more excitement.
"No time to explain baby, I need to call them and try to confirm, and see if they'll still accept my late response. Then I'll explain it all to you." She excitedly stated, while reading through the rest of the email, looking for a contact number for the Hotel.
Just about 30 hours earlier....
Jessica couldn't believe her luck. Instead of your everyday bimbo air-head that frequented her establishment, in strolled April Rawlins. A drop-dead beautiful wife, who was just what she needed to earn top dollar in Jean-Pierre's blackmail scheme.
Over the next hour without being too overbearing or too anxious, and with a lot of small talk, Jessica made April feel like the most important woman in the world as she rolled out the red carpet for her.
She assisted April in the selections of the most elegant and stylish clothing, ranging from evening wear, bedroom wear to down right provocative swimwear. Even the most modern up to date evening wear looked fabulous on her as Jessica kept up the encouragement with plenty of positive reinforced comments flowing her way.
Jessica had learned long ago never to place price tags on any store item, and when questioned by April regarding prices, she replied with a wink.
"As the boutique owner, I set my own prices. So, in order to attract such beautiful women as yourself, occasionally I take a chance and mark all items 75% off of the original price." Smiling as she handed April a dozen of very revealing bikinis to try on.
