I met Jamie at a friend's party several months back. I was in the backyard talking on my phone when she came out to smoke a cigarette. She was alone, so when I was done with my call I decided to sit down with her. She looked to be about 20 years old, 5' 4", and around 120 pounds. She had long, straight black hair, light blue eyes, and pale white skin spotted with faint freckles. Dressed in tight jeans and a t-shirt, she gave off a bit of a tomboyish vibe, despite being very pretty. We hit it off right away and I ended up taking her home with me.
A couple months passed as we were having a great time with each other. She was always down for some fun. One night, we were having some drinks and watching a movie on TV while laying on the couch when she said something that would alter the course of our relationship.
"He is so hot" she whispered. I was caught a bit off guard. The leading actor was famous and generally regarded as handsome, so I shouldn't have been surprised, but he was also black.
"You like black guys?" I asked, without thinking. I didn't know what else to say.
She looked like she may have regretted saying it, but said "If they are as hot as him, of course". Now I wouldn't consider myself a racist, but I had never considered she would feel this way and it did throw me for a bit of a loop. Even though I was a bit troubled by it, I was also intrigued.
"Have you ever been with one?" I asked. She immediately squirmed a little and looked hesitant.
"Tell me." I don't know why I was so insistent.
She told me how she grew up on the same street as a black guy that was her age. They were never friends until high school, when she became really attracted to him. She told me that some days she would skip school with him and her friend Rachel, who I had met before. They would go back to Jamie's house where they would smoke weed and fuck until just before her parents came home. I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. Jamie had not seemed so adventurous. What a lucky fucking kid, I thought. I couldn't believe she was telling me this.
I let it drop there, but couldn't shake what she said from my mind. Rachel was beautiful as well, I would've liked to be a fly on the wall when that was going down. Fuck. What was I thinking? I would've liked to see my girlfriend getting fucked by another guy? A black guy? It seemed so wrong, but at the same time I was growing more and more aroused.
Coincidentally, the movie had shifted to a scene with the protagonist and his white love interest. My crazy thoughts had already made me rock hard and I began to kiss Jamie's neck and rub my hands across her body. I worked a hand into her shorts and felt that she was soaking wet. It seemed as though the flirtatious scene on the TV had something to do with her being this turned on, or maybe it was the reminiscing of her high school escapades. Regardless, we proceeded to have the most intense sex of our short relationship and again shortly later when we went to bed.
Jamie quickly fell asleep. She must have been exhausted after riding us both to climax while I watched her C cup tits bounce up and down. Her nipples were pierced since before we met and were my favorite thing about her. However, my mind was still racing. Why was I so turned on by her story? In my younger years, I would have considered myself a jealous boyfriend and didn't even want to hear current girlfriends talk about their sexual history or past boyfriends. Did she leave anything out? Was there something even more scandalous? Did she keep in contact with this guy? I laid restless in bed going back over the story she told and started to get hard again. I went into the bathroom and beat off to thoughts of my girlfriend fucking this black guy, sucking his cock, and how wet she had gotten talking about it. Just as I was getting close to cumming, I started thinking about her doing it again and wanting to see it. I wanted to get off by watching my girlfriend fuck a black guy. I came.
Back in bed, I still couldn't sleep. Why was I thinking this way? It felt so shameful. Wanting someone else to fuck your girlfriend. There was no way I could ask her to do it. It seemed so pathetic, like admitting I couldn't please her. But I had this urge growing inside of me. It had to happen. The rest of that sleepless night, I began to concoct a plan. How would I get to watch without her knowing? It would have to be at my house. I couldn't imagine myself hiding behind some curtains, but I did have several security cameras around the house. Jamie knew about those, though. I had to get more, or maybe some of those nannycams or spycams. I had to setup a situation in which she would be alone with him.
That presented the next obstacle. Who was him? I didn't have any black friends, no one I could conceivably invite to my house. I couldn't just find some random guy who I knew nothing about. That's when it hit me.
After work a couple of weeks later, I drove over to a lot on the outskirts of town filled with rocks, plants, and dirt to meet Tim. I had hired Tim a couple of years ago to do the landscaping around my recently installed pool. The last I saw him, Tim looked to be in his mid 30s, in shape, and an overall good dude. As I parked next to the small trailer that acted as his office and walked to the door, my heart was racing. What the hell was I doing?
"Howdy sir, what can I do for ya?" Tim said, sitting at his desk. He had a half smile as he said it and waved to a chair across from him. Tim didn't look like he had changed at all. There was a younger black guy sitting in a chair next to the empty one.
"Sorry, are you busy?" I asked, glancing at the younger man.
"No, no, this is my son Andre. He's helping out with the work 'round here"
I moved closer to the desk and extended my hand to Tim. "You might not remember me, but you did some work at my house a couple of years ago" I said and reintroduced myself.
"That's right. That beautiful pool. I remember" Tim replied.
"Yes sir. You did such a great job back then, I thought I would come to you first. I want to add more, but I'm not really sure what. I figured I would ask an expert to come by to make some suggestions".
It all came out so smoothly. Tim seemed delighted at the prospect of the work and asked when he should come by. I already had the perfect day picked out.
"Next Tuesday work for you? I'll be off work that day" I asked. The next Tuesday was Jamie's birthday and I had taken the day off so we could spend it together. She was in for a surprise.
It was agreed. He would come by my house at 10 am. After making sure Tim still had my address and we exchanged cell numbers, I headed out.
The next day, I bought five spycams. Two were disguised as a USB wall adapter that I would put in my bedroom and in the kitchen. One was disguised in a book that I would place in my living room. The last two were just the small cameras that I would have to find some way to hide them around the pool. It cost a lot, but I wanted to make sure that the cameras recorded in good quality. They were also able to sync up with my existing cameras on the home wi-fi, which I could view from my phone or any computer.
Tuesday was still five days away, and I had to iron out the finer details of my plan. I decided that that morning, I would disappoint Jamie by telling her an emergency had come up at work. I own my own business, so she knows that I would have to take care of anything serious. I would also stop having sex with her. I wanted to frustrate her, maybe even piss her off a little. I wanted to give her a reason to cheat on me. That Friday and Saturday night, I went out drinking with my buddies while she stayed at home. I told her that I just needed some time with my friends after we had been basically inseparable for months now. I could tell that really annoyed her.
On Tuesday morning, I woke up before Jamie to make her breakfast in bed on her birthday. I made her some french toast and eggs and poured a tall glass of orange juice. I placed a pill of ecstasy on the tray beside her plate as we had planned to do it together on her birthday. We had rolled several times together at parties and concerts. It made both of us really horny and always resulted in a great time.
When the food was ready, I brought it up to her and woke her up, but quickly left the room saying I heard my phone ringing. When I returned a few minutes later, she had nearly finished everything.
"Hey babe, I'm sorry, but something came up at work. I have to go in for a couple hours" I told her.
"But it's my birthday!" Jamie said, her face grew frustrated.
"It's an emergency, there's a lot of money at stake. I'll be back before you know it. Why don't you lay out by the pool until I get back?" I didn't even bother to kiss her goodbye.
As I pulled out of my driveway, I called Tim, but he didn't answer. I sent him a text saying that I had to go in to work and that I left my back gate open. He would have to come up with some ideas on his own and I would call him back later. I got a reply from him as I was arriving at my office. Tim said he was sick, but he had let his son know and that he was more than capable of coming up with some ideas.
Shit. I didn't know if this was good or not. His son Andre seemed very shy when I had been in their office. He could barely make eye contact with me and didn't say a word. On the other hand, he looked to be Jamie's age, was well built, and would probably be more attractive to Jamie than a 40 year old man.
I locked myself in my office and brought up the security system on my computer. Eight windows popped up, one for each of my cameras. The five hidden ones, plus the cameras at the front and back doors and the garage. In my bedroom, I could see Jamie watching TV while using her tablet. She was probably on facebook or something like that. At 9:55, I called her to tell her that I would be longer than expected and not to expect me back until 2 at the earliest. She said she couldn't believe I was blowing her off on her birthday. I told her there was nothing I could do and that I would call her when I was on my way home. Right before I hung up, I said "Oh hey I totally forgot, but there's someone coming by the house to give me an estimate on some landscaping in the back. The gate is open so don't worry about showing them in or anything".
Not long after we hung up, I saw a truck parking on the street in front of my house. It was Andre. I watched him walk up the driveway and into my backyard. He had brought a pad of paper and wrote in it as he walked around the pool. As he did this, I began to realize that I never came up with a way to get Jamie outside or to even see him. Just as I was about to call her and come up with some reason to get her outside, I saw Jamie get up and go out onto my bedroom balcony, probably to smoke a cigarette. Shit. I didn't have a camera up there. Would she see him? In my mind, my plan was going up in flames.
A few minutes passed. I could see Andre and it looked like he had not noticed Jamie on the balcony above him. Then Jamie reappeared in my bedroom. She went to the dresser and started to take off the shorts and t-shirt she had worn to bed and fished around in the dresser. What was she doing? Moments later, she pulled something out of the dresser. At first I couldn't tell what it was, but as she unraveled the small amount of cloth, I smiled. It was a black string bikini that I had bought for her when we had went to Cancun the month before. It covered so little, she only wore it on our private patio once.
And now she was putting it on. I couldn't believe it. She must have seen Andre. She used the mirror above the dresser to put on some makeup and was soon out of the room. Moments later, I could see her heading out the back door towards the pool. She took a few steps and then stopped, acting as if she was startled when she noticed Andre at the other side of the pool.
"Oh you scared me!" Jamie said. She sounded more excited than scared.
