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.
