Fran felt reassured by this. "I will. I'll think about it, Hailey. Thanks for your help."
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Tibbs roared with laughter after Hailey had finished narrating to him the talk she'd had with her next-door neighbour, Fran, earlier in the day. They were in Tibbs' apartment living room. He had pushed the centre table aside and spread a cloth over the carpet on which they lay on naked. It had started raining an hour ago and with the looks of it didn't seem to be anywhere close to stopping. The sky outside was dark and shrouded with grey clouds making it look like it was approaching dusk even though it was a little past four.
"Don't tell me," Tibbs muttered as his laughter died off, "don't tell me she actually said that."
"Well, she didn't actually say it, but I could easily tell. You ought to have been there to see the look on her face. She hadn't been laid in a long time."
"A woman with that hot body that's she's got? The fuck's her old man so caught up with work not to be tapping that ass all night?"
"Not all white boys see things the way you would, Tibbs," she caressed his neck line. "Not all of them have your keen insight of what a good cock can do to a woman."
"A horny white woman," he reminded her.
"Yes, my love. A very horny, raunchy white woman."
"Her man's got to be a dumb ass letting that fine ass walk around all day without getting her groove on. I sure would love to get between those legs."
"And you will, my darling. In time once we've got the goods on her, I feel she'll come around. She said she was pretty scared of you when she stopped by my kitchen the other day."
"Did she now? Too bad. I promise to be gentle next time she stops by. What's her old man into anyway?"
"Her husband Cleo's an executive with Manhattan Chase. Kevin and I seldom see him around either. The man's always travelling out of town."
"Probably moonlighting elsewhere. So what do you think? That he's two-timing his woman and she's too afraid to find out?"
"I really don't know, but she's dying inside because of it. There's a lot of hurt going on inside her. You think there's any chance you can find something about him?"
He looked at her and sniggered. "What you saying? You want me shadowing her man, see if he's got something on the side or not? That ain't my type of job, babe."
"Didn't mean to say that it was, babe. Maybe you know of someone who could help us out. It'll really go a long way to get your big black cock between those legs of hers." she nibbled on his earlobe while her hand slid down his abdomen, past the top of his shorts to cup her fingers round the skin of the black snake between his legs that was becoming awake. Tibbs turned towards her, his fingers traced a line down her chin as she inched forward to touch him with her lips. Their tongues lolled and flickered against each others, ending in a smooch. Hailey extracted his cock out of his boxers; her fingers got a taste of pre-cum oozing out the tiny hole of his cock's bulbous head. She ogled the sight of it: its mushroom-shaped head with the shaft popping with blood veins on its skin, looking like the world's deadliest weapon. Capable of destroying, pulverizing, inseminating, breeding and subjugating any willing wet pussy it came in contact with. How she never ceased to want it so bad. Sometimes she found it perplexing this desire she had over his cock. The sight and smell of him near her always brought out the animal longing in her cunt.
She slid her thigh over his, letting his hand grasp the soft round flesh of her buttocks as she pressed herself against him; her nose inhaled the musky scent of his cologne as their lips brushed each other's chin. She was in her panties and bra but that was no problem for either of them. He pulled her along to be on top of him. Hailey grind her ass cheeks against his cock, feeling it rub against the under of her panties, getting a taste of her wetness. She reached underneath to grab his manhood.
"This is how I'd love you to take her," she purred as she rubbed his cock's head against the front of her panties. "I want you to have her sit over you like this, take your cock and rubbed it against her pussy just as I'm doing right now."
"Uh-Huh," Tibbs murmured. His hands pushed aside her bra straps from her shoulder, letting her pair of tits drop downward. His fingers pinched her nipples, flooding her with ecstatic currents.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. Her other hand pushed aside her panties and slowly, still rocking her ass on his thighs, introduced his cock between the openings of her labia. A sensuous sigh drooled from her lips, her eyes half shut in expectant delight.
"Then I want you to let her take your cock, push her panties aside ... and slid it into her cunt. Let it go all the way deep inside her."
Hailey's sigh turned into an exciting moan as the head of Tibbs' cock disappeared between her hairless labia region into the sweet chamber that was her pussy. Tibbs held his breath as his cock penetrated her. In most cases he would be taking charge of the situation by now, but he allowed her to have her fun. He was meant to please her after all as she too was meant to do the same to him.
His prick was now halfway inside her and still her moans rose in length. She leaned forward over him, her hair falling over her face, her ass raised halfway up. Tibbs caressed her butt, rolling his finger on her anal hole. She looked down at him with a smile fit enough to light ten candles on fire.
"And like that ... my darling, I want you to fuck that tight housewife pussy of hers like you've never fucked one before. Can you do that for me, darling?"
"That I can," Tibbs answered, now taking charge. "And I will!" Seconds later he was slamming his cock in and out of her pussy and Hailey, screaming out his name, rested her head over his shoulder as he gave her the brunt of his ploughing cock. Her cries mingled with the torrent of rain still falling outside, eventually becoming one with it.
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A scenario of Cause and Effect occurred in the Danbrige's home following the night Fred has spoke rudely to his wife while he spied at his neighbours through the telescope: Misty no longer felt the need of giving him sex. Fred had apparently felt let down by this but seeing there was little in the matter he could do had resolved towards frequent masturbatory actions in the bathroom. His fantasies were typically of the sexual activities he'd observed over his neighbour's window the night he'd peeped up-close and personal the sight of the black man fucking his neighbour Kevin's wife in their living room. Had anyone resolved to inform Fred of how hooked he was regarding that night, he would have growled with annoyance and offered a firm denial. But hooked he was. Just how much was subject to questioning.
Misty was aware of her husband's frequent masturbating episodes in the bathroom. Even in bed when she lay turned away from him she could feel the way the bed shook from his side and knew his hands were busy with himself. The way he struggled to stem down the sound of his grunts too was a necessary give-away, although she sought not to bring the subject up. She didn't want any reprisals from his mouth and didn't think she could stomach it if he decided to bring the matter up. It never failed to intrigue her however, sitting up on the bed, fighting not to laugh at the sounds of dear Fred fighting with himself in the bathroom.
The morning after the day he'd had his chit-chat with Kevin regarding Tibbs, she'd woken up before him, as usually she did, and found evidence of his masturbatory effort of the night before left unflushed in the toilet bowl. Later in the afternoon when she returned home to clean up the bedroom she'd looked inside the bed cabinet on his side of the bed and found a trio of unnamed DVD cassettes. It was a good thing the kids were still in school after she'd finished her cleaning and gone downstairs to the living room to find out what was in the DVDs. Surprise her lit her face when she played each one of them and found that they were all homemade sex films involving interracial couples. One of them bore the infamous title: CUCKOLD HUBBIES #12. It featured five white husbands each narrating to the camera of how they'd discovered their wives' secret love for black men. What followed their narration was each of the husbands sitting naked by the foot of the bed watching their wives being fucked by sometimes one or several black men, all of them well athletic and sporting endowed penises.
Misty glanced at her watch, knowing the bus bringing her kids back from school won't be passing their street for the next two hours. She perched herself on the centre table with remote in hand and watched the movie. By the time she got halfway towards the third husband's video watching his wife getting double-penetrated by two thick brothers she had pushed up her skirt and was unconsciously rubbing a hand between her panties. Her eyes watched with captivating interest at the sex scenes playing on her TV set. She kept the volume at a steady level, loving the sound of the woman screaming out with lust when the black men kept on fucking her twin holes. Misty wasn't a veteran of watching porn movies though from the way the woman in the picture was hollering she reckoned there was no way that sounded staged. Besides, she was getting fucked in her pussy and anal hole. Misty naively thought that no woman could handle being fucked in the ass. Were that her in the video, with those guys fucking her pussy and ass, she'd probably be screaming for dear life.
After when she was done watching the movie she tried picturing herself in that scene, smiling with mischief as she pretended that the white man was her Fred sitting there naked, masturbating himself while licking his lips and watching her getting fucked and banged and used out the way those black men used the woman.
She watched the three DVDs once, then a second time before glancing at her watch, seeing how far the time had gone and how it won't be long before her kids' school bus stopped in front of their home. By this time she was invading her pussy with her fingers, amazed at the same time piqued by the fact how moved she was by the movies she'd watched. She ejected the disc from the machine and took them back upstairs to Fred's part of the bedroom, though she made a mental note to visit them again later. She went into the bathroom to wash herself. Half an hour later a yellow school bus pulled to the curb in front of her home and her kids jumped out of it and ran up the front porch into her waiting arms. *** Hours after she'd fed her children and cleaned them up, Misty returned to her room and lay on the bed and considered in thought just about everything that's occurred about her since finding out of Fred's dirty new hobby.
