Chapter 1: Hilary makes new close friends
Hilary took off early from work that Friday evening. Two maids had cleaned up the house but she wanted to inspect it. She had grown very fond of Jay and Dianne. And the fact that Rob was against them, because of their complexion somehow pleased her. She remembered all too well the stupid things that Rob had always told her about black men and she guessed he disliked Jay because he did not fit into his stereotypes. She did not care any more She was looking forward to a week end of fun. Hilary put on a simply dress and waited for their guests.
Jay and Dianne turned up guests around 8 o'clock. Jason looked even more handsome in his easy, leisure clothes. She gazed at him, a very handsome black man of about twenty five. He was slightly shorter than Rob. He had a dark, rugged face, with a trimmed beard. His nose and lips were thick, and he had dark, African features, which she found rather attractive, as much as his ready, charming smile and his deep, dark and friendly voice. He was wearing a tight t-shirt, which was glued to his lean, athletic torso. A pair of long shorts hung limply around his hips and he was wearing white trainers.
Dianne was simply looking hot. She had put her long, curly, dark hair into a bob at the back of her head. Her cocoa brown, pretty, heart shaped face was lightly powdered and she wore dark, glossy lipstick. Hilary liked her exotic face, those eyes that were like dark, sultry wells, framed by thick, lush eyebrows. And that cute, snub nose, with a glittering brooch in one nostril. And those thick, lush lips were alluring. Having thin lips, Hilary had always been jealous of women with full, pouting lips, and Dianne had those for sure.
Dianne was the same height as Hilary, but that was where the resemblance in their bodies ended. The black woman was wearing a cream colored, backless halter top which was stretched across a thick, awesome bust. Her tits were big and firm, jutting proudly like two rockets about to blast off. Dianne was sure she had had them enhanced. If they were real, she decided she would just lock herself up in her room and get a good, well deserved, stress relieving crying session.
Dianne was definitely not wearing a bra, and her thick nipples were poking lewdly out of the thin fabric. Her belly was flat, her waist small. The black woman was in a pair of tight hipster jeans that were glued to her wide and flaring hips. She had a thick, round, heart-shaped ass. It was so thick Hilary thought she could probably place a glass of water on it, and Dianne could walk around without so much as spilling a drop.
Hilary felt a tinge of jealous when she realized that Rob could hardly stop gazing at the young woman, smiling "stupidly". And she thought he was overdoing it with the questions. The white wife chuckled at herself as she realized that she was feeling jealous. She regretted having put on a drab, dreary dress. However, she feared that if she suddenly went and changed into something attractive, everyone would notice that she was competing with Dianne.
When Hilary heard her husband saying how glad he was to have the two over, she sneered silently. "Not only a racist but a hypocrite as well."
Hilary hadn't quite realized it yet, but ever since meeting Jay and Dianne, she was becoming less and less satisfied with her husband.
Hilary wanted to order supper but Dianne talked her into cooking. The two women made supper together whilst the men sat on the patio, chatting. They opened a bottle of wine and Dianne was all talkative, going blah blah blah, and laughing constantly. Her laughter was infectious, and Hilary found herself warming up to her even more. Hilary did not have many friends. Most women at work were into gossiping and shit talking, which bored her. And they seemed to find her boring for always talking about work. Dianne told her about her hood and her studies and this and that. When she asked Hilary to talk about herself, Hilary replied,
"Oh, I'm afraid I lead a boring life."
"Then bore me to death, come on."
As she talked, Dianne listened attentively, nodding and asking questions, and did not seem bored at all. Finally, she said,
"Damn, sounds like the same Nigga shit that Jay goes through."
"What?"
"You talking about having to fight coz you are a woman, he's always talking about having to fight coz he is a Nigga in a white man's world. Same shit different day, yunno. Like different scenario but the same bullshit! Lets drink to that," she said with a smile and they clicked their smile.
"And? How does he cope with it?"
"Oh, I reckon he likes it, the fighting, I mean."
"Yeah, I reckon there is something in me that likes it too. Does he ever feel down though?"
"Sometimes, but then I just say come to mama baby, let him talk, "Blah, blah, blah," then I fuck him good and put him back on his feet," Dianne said and they both laughed. "Does your husband have to play motivator too? Though I reckon its harder for men huh? I mean, a man comes home depressed, you give him the pussy, tell him, "Yo, Nigga hit it, give it all you got!" he's all happy. But the last thing a depressed, frustrated woman wants is for the husband to start trying to get laid, right? I'd be like, "Fuck off, motherfucker! Put that dick away before I bite it off!"" Dianne laughed heartily.
"Gosh, you are so raw!" Hilary laughed. A note of sadness touched her as she thought of her situation with Rob. However, she was not about to hang her dirty linen in the open and start whining like, "Oh, he is not supportive, in fact, I think he feels threatened..." So, she lied and said,
"My husband and I are very supportive of each other. He is always there for me when I need him."
The four of them had several drinks after supper. Hilary and Rob rarely went out. However, Dianne wanted them to try out a new Latin American Salsa disco in town. Rob made a mean, nasty joke about Wetbacks which met with strained laughter. The blacks exchanged quick looks. Hilary found herself rushing to explain that Rob was really just joking, he wasn't really like that. Hilary made a note to chide Rob later.
Hilary said she was going to change and Dianne immediately said she would join her. The two of them went into Hilary's bedroom. When Dianne commented that the room looked 100% female, Hilary explained that she and Rob had separate bedrooms. They worked a lot, and both needed some privacy sometime.
"What! If I was a dude and I had a hot wife like you, pardon my French, but I'd be giving her dick every other night," Dianne said, with a dirty laugh.
"Come on, nobody has sex every night. I mean, do you and Jay?"
"Oh, he has to read and shit but when I see him, I make sure he makes it up to me. One time he was like, "Damn bitch, you trying to work a Nigga overtime or what the fuck?" But I was like, "Nigga, you don't wanna fuck, why the fuck you keep pushing that big, hard, black dick against my ass." That's like waving a red flag in front of a bull and then going, "Oh, he pierced me with his big horn!" she laughed.
"Gosh!!!" Hilary exclaimed and laughed. "You are so vulgar, young lady!"
"Then spank my big, black ass for being a bad girl," she wagged her ass in front of Hilary.
"What!"
"I ave always wanted to be spanked by a white girl. Go on," she smiled naughtily. "put your hand down on my naughty, big, black ass. You scared. Alright, then I'll spank that white ass," Dianne suddenly pulled on Hilary's dress, making it tight around her buttocks and smacked them, hard, but not too hard.
"What!" Hilary exclaimed with disbelief and spanked her back.
"You go girl!" Dianne laughed. "Do it again! I didn't feel a thing."
"You asked for it," Hilary did it, and again, laughing. "Gosh, I haven't laughed so much in a while.
"You got a nice ass, why you hiding it inside that tent. Put on something short, tight and sexy, you hear. Lets make our mans proud to have the two hottest bitches tonight."
Showing any shyness at all, the young black woman dropped her clothes. Hilary stole looks at her, as she applied a dab of perfume to a shaved, bald black pussy and then pulled on a tiny, skimpy white thong. Then Dianne bent over her suitcase, and this made her cheeks expand sideways.
"Gosh! Now that is ass like an astronaut!" Hilary chuckled silently, though she found the silky, brown balloons definitely alluring, especially with the white thong sliding tantalizingly down the black woman's crack. Hilary's eyes strayed to the thick mound cupped in the white thongs and stayed there. She thought she detected a dark, damp spot in the middle. Hilary felt her cheeks grow warm, and her heart beat faster. When Dianne straightened up, Hilary hastily looked away.
Little did she know that Dianne had been observing her from the corners of her eyes. The black girl was pleased to see that the white woman found her alluring. She was planning on having fun with her.
