This is part three of a story containing interracial voyeuristic content. I had originally said this would be a three-part story, but as is often the case with me, I have trouble stopping once I get started. As of this point, there will be at least one more chapter. The first two parts incorporated similar themes, but in this one, despite Jack's cuckold/stag encouragements, there are wife cheating components as well. I hope you choose to read it, but if you do, don't say you weren't warned if the cheating aspects aren't your thing.
Special thanks to Lit member DukeLattimore for his motivation and suggestive input.
I do not give permission for this story to be edited, copied, or published anywhere else without my consent.
Enjoy.
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I woke Allie at Hannah's place earlier than she would have liked. For whatever reason, I didn't want to be there when the others arose. We were home by 8:30 a.m. and after downing a couple of Tylenol and about a half-gallon of water, Allie went back to bed to sleep off her hangover. I volunteered to pick up the kids and hang around at my parents' house for much of the day so she could have peace and quiet. After getting a couple hours of work done at home, I headed out on the drive to my parents' place. Allie was still sawing logs when I left.
Fifteen minutes into the drive, my phone rang. A number I didn't recognize popped up on my dash screen, but since it was from our same area code, I picked it up.
"Hey Jack, it's Hannah, such a bummer Allie got sick last night, how's she doing?"
Immediately a vision of Hannah sucking Kristen's big tits while Brock fucked her senseless entered my mind.
"Oh, hi Hannah. Al's a little rough today. It was a long ten-minute ride for her back to our house this morning, but she made it without making the inside of my Tesla look like your toilet bowl." I joked. "Sorry we didn't hang around to say goodbye, but I needed to get some work done before heading to my mom and dad's to pick up the kids. Allie was still out like a light when I left--I'm giving her some alone time today to recover."
"It's fine Jack, we didn't have a lot of time today anyway. I'm on my way to the airport, we leave for Jamaica at 4:00 p.m. You're a good husband to give her a day to herself today. And it was smart of you to spend the night at my place last night instead of driving, I suspect no Uber driver would have wanted Allie in his or her car anyway." She giggled.
"Yes, thanks again for the hospitality. My wife certainly wasn't in any condition to travel. And speaking of travel, have a great trip to Jamaica!"
"Thanks. And no prob about the crash pad, that's why I had the in-law unit remodeled recently. I have my share of drunk friends who hang after some of my wild parties."
I laughed.
"And...uh...so glad Brock was there to help with Allie."
I wasn't sure where she was going with that comment, but after hesitating, I responded. "Yeah, he was a big help. Doubt I would've been able to get her out back so easily by myself."
There was a long pause before she replied. "I was a little surprised to hear you also needed his help getting her clothes off."
Her comment caught me completely off guard. I cleared my throat before answering. "Oh, he told you about that? I hope you didn't mind that your boyfriend saw her like that."
"Mind? Of course I didn't mind and certainly neither did Brock. He couldn't stop talking about how hot Allie looked with her dress off! As a matter of fact, seeing her nearly naked made him horny as fuck and I was luckily on the receiving end of his arousal...well I wasn't the only one! But you already knew that didn't you Jack?"
Oh shit, how did she know that?
"You might be surprised to learn I have security cameras around my house, and when I checked them this morning, I saw footage of a guy who looked an awful lot like you peeking in my bedroom last night."
Fuck!
"Hannah...I...uh...well...I..."
She cut me off. "Don't feel bad Jack. Did you like what you saw?"
"Jeez, I'm not sure what to say...I just heard something when I went in the house to get some water out of the fridge."
"And so you stayed twenty minutes to watch? Looks like you got heated seeing Brock lay the dark wood to Kristen. But I don't blame you, it
was
hot as fuck! So let me ask you Jack, when you asked Brock to help with Allie's dress, were you envisioning him doing the same thing to your hot little wife?"
I swallowed hard. "No Hannah...no...I wasn't thinking about that at all." I lied unconvincingly. "He was...uh...already there and it just seemed easier for
two
of us to get her out of her clothes."
"It didn't bother you showing your sexy wife off to an aroused black man who would have loved to give her some black pipe--assuming of course, she would have been in any condition for it?"
"Brock and Allie? Um...no I...mean I...I didn't really think of it like that. She was passed out and not exactly looking like the queen of the party at that moment."
"But if she had been in better shape, you would have let it happen?"
"No...no, why would I...I mean why would you think that Hannah?"
"Most husbands don't ask yoked-up black men to help them remove their wife's clothes. And Allie told me you have been queuing up interracial porn in the bedroom and making comments about how good she would look getting it from a black bull. She also shared that you hired a black contractor to do the remodeling project at your house. Are you greenlighting her for BBC Jack?"
"No...uh...it's not like that. It's just fantasy talk Hannah. I wouldn't want for it to actually happen."
"Be careful what you wish for Jack. You probably know that hearing about my great sex life with Brock planted a BBC seed with Allie--but you've been the one watering it! The IR porn and your comments about her getting some big black dick have now fertilized the seeds. They're growing Jack. And now you must know she's ripe for picking. That black contractor may just provide the final ingredient, BBC nectar."
"That was never my intention Hannah! I never gave any thought to whether he was black or white. He was just completely qualified for the job."
"Oh, he is the right man for the job alright! Remember Jack, I'm in the real estate business around here. And as you might expect, I know just about every contractor in town. I also know that Robert Johnson has, shall we say, a reputation for helping certain housewives bring their BBC fantasies to life. And, after recently learning about your fetish proclivities from Allie, I suspect somewhere in the vetting process you discovered his
special qualification