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Walter's falls in love with Bill's wife, Tiffany, his best friend's wife. A black Nubian princess, neighbor and friend, she's an ex-stripper.
Being as quiet as he could be so that Linda didn't hear him rattling around downstairs, Walter went in the kitchen, grabbed himself a couple of beers and quietly opened them in the kitchen with a bottle opener. He stood at the bottom of the stairs to listen if he could hear anything coming from his bedroom before heading into the den. Not expecting to hear any voices, if expecting to hear anything at all, he expected to hear his mattress creaking and when he did, he walked in the den and sat in his chair.
No doubt one of his friends was already licking Linda or maybe even fucking his wife. Maybe she begins by sucking all of their cocks to make them hard enough to penetrate her. Nah, if she did that, then she'd know there were three men in the bedroom with her and not just one, him, her husband.
Thinking more about Linda with his three friends now than he ever did before, he needs to ask his friends how they begin having sex with her. He wondered which one of his friends went first. Now wishing he was upstairs watching his wife having sex with his three friends, he was more curious now about Linda having sex with his friends than he was the first time she had sex with his friends.
He sat there in the dark reflecting on Linda upstairs with three of his friends while he waited, hopefully for Tiffany to make an appearance in her sexy, short, low cut nightgown to clean her kitchen. After watching her night after night cleaning her kitchen in her sexy nightgown, it was then that he realized he was in love with her. He was in love with Tiffany. No doubt about it, he loved Tiffany.
He was in love with his best friend's wife. He loved his black, sexy, ex-stripper of a neighbor and sexy, young friend. He's always liked Tiffany and he's always enjoyed talking to her and being around her but it wasn't until he let go of his wife to his three friends that he realized that Tiffany is the only woman he wants. Thinking about no one else, not even his own wife, Linda, Tiffany was all that he thought about. Tiffany's beautiful, black body, her long shapely legs and her big C or small D cup breasts, was always on his mind.
He thought about holding her black body against him while kissing her full, brown lips and looking into her big, beautiful, brown eyes. He thought about touching her beautiful black hair but then remembered the comment that Chris Rock, a black comedian made about a black woman's hair. "You never touch a black woman's hair," he said while laughing with the audience.
Maybe most black women put relaxers and straightening products in their hair but Tiffany had beautiful, lush, soft, straight black hair. She had hair like a white woman, an Indian woman, or an American Indian woman. With her skin lighter than most black woman, perhaps she had some white blood in her somewhere along her ancestry. Perhaps her great, great, great grandmother was a slave who was sexually abused by her white owner. Perhaps she has some history that she hasn't shared with him yet.
No longer even thinking about her beautiful hair, he thought more about her beautiful body. He thought about touching and feeling her where only her husband was allowed to touch and feel her. He thought about having sex with her before making love to her and before fucking her. He wondered what it would be like to have sex with a black woman. He wondered what it would be like to be married to a black woman. He wondered how different an interracial marriage would be from a Caucasian marriage.
Not turning on the TV and not turning on a light, he sat there in the dark as if he was being punished and/or as if he was a prisoner put in a dark hole in solitary confinement. He sat there in the dark while wondering what it would be like to be divorced from Linda and married to Tiffany. Perhaps no different in sexual desire for the same woman from his friend, he wondered if Bill had those same thoughts when he left his white wife and divorced his first wife, Connie, to marry Tiffany.
He sipped his beer and put his beer down before lighting up a cigarette. Finally, after working a long, hard week at the mill and with Linda sexually occupied and no longer nagging him to take her somewhere and do something with her, he was able to relax. He took a long, thoughtful drag of his cigarette while thinking of Linda and Tiffany. The two women couldn't be any more different. With Linda average height, white, petite, and pretty, Tiffany was tall, black, shapely, and beautiful. In his mind, there was no comparison between the two women. In his mind, if he had the choice, he'd prefer one over the other. If he had a choice, with her his wife and married to her forever, he'd want to live the rest of his life as Tiffany's husband.
While his three friends, Jim, Henry, and Tom were upstairs with his wife, Linda, and having a good sexual time, he was sitting alone in the dark sexually lusting over his black beauty of a neighbor. With his wife having sex with his friends not bothering him before, it bothered him somewhat now. He was angry that Linda was getting what she so wanted, hot sex while he was sexually frustrated when wishing he could sexually be with Tiffany.
He was pathetic lusting over his best friend's wife. He wondered if he'd lust over Tiffany as much if she was white instead of black. He wondered if the reason why he sexually lusted over her was because she was seemingly unattainable and forbidden fruit with her being the wife of another man. 'Thou shalt not covert your neighbor's wife.' Nonetheless his anger and sexual frustration, for the present time, he was happy to finally be alone with his thoughts without Linda at him all the time?
