The atmosphere around the house evened out for a while. The wife got off my back about who the daughter was dating and I wasn't as curious since I had the website and her college confession to tide me over. Our interest in her love life would only flair up when she would go out with Derrick. Her mother would go nuts wanting to know who she was with and I'd go crazy wanting to know what they were doing.
Crap rolls downhill, so when the wife would nag me, I would nag the daughter. Her only reply was that she'd talk to him and see what he wanted to do. And besides, she said, it wasn't a long term romance, they just enjoyed the same things. My wiener got hard imagining the interests they shared.
Jennifer was true to her word and talked to Derrick about stepping out into the light. She said we should all get together for lunch and discuss the situation. I told her to just name a date and time and her mother and I will be there.
"No, not mom, just you. You'll be able to handle what's going on more than she will. The three of us will have to come up with a plan to break the news to her." She wanted to take control, and I let her.
I asked her what all the secrecy was about, was the guy married, chinese, wtf? She just told me to be patient a little bit longer. This was getting a little tiresome; it's not like she's the first white woman who's spread her legs for a black, but I went along.
The big day finally arrived. , She set up a lunch meeting on Monday, just the three of us, at the Raddison Hotel in downtown Atlanta. We were finally getting down to business. It was an odd day. What do you wear to meet the negro your only daughter is fucking? I decided on casual. Jennifer called while I was en route and told me to skip the restaurant and head for Suite 23F. The law firm she works for leases a few suites for business purposes. I did as I was told and was met at the door by the tall black man I had met once before. He introduced himself and asked if I now understood the reason for all the secrecy. He told me to sit and I sat. "Jenny's getting ready, can I get you a drink?"
"Hell, yes' I said, 'I could murder one."
"Your daughter thought this was the best way to bring our relationship out into the open, and I agreed. She's in the bathroom getting ready." Getting ready for what?, I wondered.
The door to the bathroom opened and my little Jenny strolled out wearing nothing but a burgundy bra and matching panties and high heels. The kid had a fucking killer body; long legs, great hips, just enough ass, about an inch worth of gap and slim waist. Her ex-husband is an asshole, if I do say so myself. I would gladly drink a quart of her piss, just to see where it came from, daughter or not. She completely ignored my presence and approached her lover. They kissed, all tongue, as his hands roamed across her ass and back. The contrast in skin color was amazing. She was still ignoring me as he spoke. "We agreed the best way to illustrate the dynamic of our relationship was to put on a little demonstration." As he spoke, she took off his suit jacket, tie and shirt. At this point he was naked to the waist. He was, in a word, cut. "Since you're the guest of honor, she's agreed to perform whatever tricks you desire. What's your pleasure, pops?"
By this time, she was on her knees removing his shoes and socks. Very subservient and very erotic. I cleared my throat and croaked, "Since she's already on her knees, tell her to suck your cock."
"You heard your dear old dad, he wants to see my black cock in your pretty white mouth. Be a good girl and do as the man says." You could have heard ice melt, it was so quiet in the room. Jenny undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them fall. She tugged down his boxers, exposing a very respectable semi-hard uncut black cock. She kept her hands on his thighs and used her mouth to scoop up her prize. I checked my watch when she started nursing on his cock. After about five minutes of her servicing Derrick, she had all three of us mesmerized. He had his eyes closed and his head back and she just kept taking nice long deep strokes and making sloppy, squishy noises. Her back was to me, but I imagined my little Jenny had her eyes closed as his glistening black tool slid in and out of her mouth. Every so often, she'd stop bobbing and try to take him as deep as she could and pause there, gag a little, then start up again. After about twelve minutes of what I could only imagine was a stellar blow job, I began to worry that he'd come in her mouth, so I stepped in.
"Have you taught my daughter any other tricks?" My question broke the mood, but I sensed they were relieved I was not against their illicit union.
"Your little white girl obeys pretty good. What you got in mind, pops?" I couldn't stand much more of this without at least taking my cock out and beating off, but this was their show today.
"Fuck her." None of us were shocked at the demand. "Tell her to take the panties off but leave the bra on. Tell your little slut to get on her back and pull her knees up. Then tell her to ask you nicely, to please fuck her." I'm no sexpert, but I know what I like. He was about to say 'you heard the man', when I cut him off. "No. I told you to tell her what to do. Now tell her what to do." They both gave me a look that said I was not responding in the fashion they expected, but fuck it. I'm turning into a dirty old pervert. The older I get, the less I give a shit about what other people think. He did as he was told and so did she.
