Life-Altering Decisions

10 days later

As luck would have it, our son Jake came down with a 102-degree fever and an agonizing sore throat hours before we were supposed to head up to Tahoe.

"Scott, maybe you should just go without me." Hailey's disconsolate voice sounded through the speaker of my cell phone. "Dr. Phillips is sure it's strep, but the earliest they can get him in for an antibiotic shot is 3:00 p.m. this afternoon."

"Fuck"

, I cursed under my breath. The entire week had already felt like an eternity. My excitement level had been off the charts and now I was faced with the likelihood of my plan falling apart at the last minute.

But I wasn't ready to give up.

"Honey, we could really use the time away. I still don't think my mom would object to taking them. She raised three of her own and me and my brothers were constantly bringing home every cold or flu known to man. Besides, as I recall, once they get the antibiotic shot, they're usually good the following morning, right?" I reasoned, even though I knew I was being selfish to suggest it.

"Yes...but I would feel incredibly guilty if your parents were stuck inside with sick kids all weekend. Especially over the holiday. Or worse, what if they get sick themselves?"

"I will call my mom to confirm, but I can assure you she will tell me to bring them over. And don't forget they're retired, so weekends are like any other day of the week to them. And knock on wood, my mom and dad are two of the healthiest people I know."

"If you're sure Scott...tell her we owe them big time if they're still up for doing it."

*****

5:00 p.m.

I looked at my watch for the umpteenth time. Jake was finally in with the doctor. Something had gone wrong with the medical office computer system earlier in the afternoon and messed up their schedule for the past several hours.

My plan of getting up to Tahoe by 4:00 p.m. and getting Hailey drunk before we got to the cabin was long ago out the window. And to make matters worse, my navigation app was already saying the typical four-hour drive was going take closer to six with Friday night holiday traffic.

I texted Darnell and told him the earliest we would make it up to the place after stopping for dinner would be midnight. He responded back with a black sad face emoji but encouraged us to drive safely. He said they made great progress and were confident they would finish getting all the new flooring down by the following afternoon.

I told him I was impressed they had finished so much and encouraged him to help themselves to anything they wanted from my bar for a job well done.

His response came back a few minutes later with a black thumbs-up emoji and a photo of a big bottle of Jameson with a couple of glasses next to it perched on the mahogany surface.

"Damn nigger. They ain't gonna make it up here till fuckin' midnight!" Darnell complained to his young sidekick.

"That's fucked up bro! I didn't even jack off this morning--I was saving it up to paste them big white titties! Now my nuts are all swollen and shit!"

Both men laughed.

"I'm witcha on that thin man. But if we're not gonna pound Scott's old lady tonight, let's pound his booze, test out his Jacuzzi and then head over to that titty bar we saw on the way in."

*****

One hour later

Hailey and I were sitting in traffic on Hwy. 580 heading over the Altamont Pass. "God Scott, your parents are saints. I hope we are half as good a grandparents someday. We are so lucky to have them. It sucks we lost out on today at the lake house, but I'm still excited to have three days without kids." She flashed a naughty gaze in my direction and bit her bottom lip.

"Oh yeah, what are you most excited about?" I asked with a hopeful grin while blatantly checking out the deep crease between her exposed cleavage.

"Hmm...we'll have to see..." She answered impishly before shimmying over and uncharacteristically rubbing my crotch. "Let's just see what pops up!"

"You do that for long and I'll do more than just pop

up

!" I laughed. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, but I might

actually

pop!"

Hailey giggled teasingly. "Then I better stop. I don't want you to pop

too fast

, mommy needs some of her own bubbles too!"

"That's a low blow. Where's your confidence in my legendary stamina hun?"

"Legendary?"

She questioned and this time we both erupted in laughter. She pulled away, but her playful interaction suggested she was feeling promiscuous without the kids around. I excitedly thought that while my plan hadn't gone as hoped today, I still had three more days for it to come together.

"So remind me again what their schedule is this weekend." Hailey asked.

"Who?"

"The installers, Darnell and...uh...what's the other guy's name?"

"Leon."

"Yeah Leon. What's their plan?"

"They arrived at noon today and ripped up all the old stuff. Darnell texted me earlier and said they made great progress and was confident they'd have the new wood down and sanded before they finish for the day tomorrow. They'll spend Sunday and whatever time they need on Monday applying finish coats of lacquer."

"I still think it's a little weird you invited them to sleep downstairs. Couldn't we just have rented them a hotel?"

I thought to myself,

hopefully they won't be in bed downstairs...unless you're down there with them.

"I could've babe, but I thought they would be more efficient if they weren't coming and going all weekend long. Besides, we have lots of space."

"I know we do, but I can't imagine we're going to have a lot of privacy. It'll feel weird being in the hot tub or sunning on the deck not knowing if they might walk upstairs at any moment."

"I don't think that's likely to happen but even if it does, what's the big deal, we'll have suits on."

"That's easy for you to say Scott, they won't be staring at

your

boobs the whole time!"

"How do you know they'll be staring at your boobs?"

She rolled her eyes. "All guys stare at my boobs and most aren't even doing it while seeing me in a bathing suit!"

It was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, I guess you have a point babe. But hey, instead of getting uptight about it, maybe it would be fun to mess with their heads and flaunt them!"

She glared at me in disbelief. "You would really be okay with me showing off my boobs to a couple of guys who work for you?"

"Shit honey, they're just a couple of harmless hardwood flooring installers. I doubt they've ever seen a woman as beautiful as you parading her goods in front of them. I bet you and I would get a good laugh later about the looks on their faces."

"Scott, that's mean, besides, I don't think I could do it." She giggled while imagining the scene in her head.

"I bet you could!" I said teasingly while blood flowed to my dick.

We were still snarled in traffic as I glanced at the clock in the car. It read 7:30 p.m.

*****

Four and a half hours later we finally pulled up to the cabin. The outside lights were on, but I didn't see any sign of the company work van. After grabbing our stuff from the back and then turning around the corner of the detached garage, I observed the flooring material trailer parked off to the side. It was empty now.

We entered through the large glass entry door. I carried both of our bags while Hailey guided our YETI cooler. Despite the fact we were both exhausted from the long day of doctor visits and the drive, Hailey still looked hot with her hair in a ponytail while dressed in her black Lululemon stretch pants, low-cut sleeveless tee, and slip-on Nike running shoes.

When we walked in the house, we were stunned at the volume of flooring that had already been installed.

"Oh my god Scott, it looks great, I can't believe how much they've finished already!" My wife gasped.

"I know, this is amazing!" I answered enthusiastically while peering around for any sign of my two installers.

We dropped our bags and headed towards the kitchen/great room in the rear of the house. There was still no sign of Darnell and Leon, but Hailey and I were now even more incredulous at how much they had completed and how good it looked. I reached for my phone to take a couple of photos and noticed I had a text from Darnell. I'd been driving the whole way up and hadn't had a chance to check my messages until now.

It read:

"Scott, as you'll see, me and Junior had a productive day. We decided to head out for a little fun. I have the key to the downstairs entrance, we'll let ourselves back in. See you in the morning. D-"

Despite my disappointment my plan had no chance of proceeding tonight, I knew I still had the rest of the holiday weekend to try and make it happen. I read Darnell's text to Hailey.

"Hmm...I wonder what

a little fun

consists of for a couple of you know...black guys...in a hoity-toity place like Incline Village on a Friday night?" She asked curiously.

"I know Darnell likes his whiskey, they're probably at a local watering hole spending a bunch of the money we'll be paying them for working over the holiday weekend."

"I hope they're in good enough condition to work tomorrow."

"They'll be fine. Aside from the locale, I'm guessing this is a pretty typical Friday night for them."

I didn't know how correct that statement was.

*****

At that moment, Darnell and Leon were bellied-up to a colorfully lit stage at the "Bear-ly Legal" strip club on the wooded outskirts off Mt. Rose Hwy. leading over the mountain to Reno.

"Damn girl! Shake that ass!" Leon shouted to the 20-year-old redheaded stripper on stage.

Candy

, as she was known in her work life, was a pretty, fair-skinned girl with an oversized ass and massive fake tits.

She glanced over her shoulder and gave the skinny black man a sexy smile before gyrating her ass in his direction.

Leon reached down for another bill and waved it in her direction. Like a dog seeking a treat, Candy shimmied backwards close enough to allow him to slip it into her G-string to mate with a dozen other donations he had already made.

"Shit boy, you're gonna spend all that dough boss man Scott is paying us before we even done with the fuckin' job!" Darnell bellowed with a hearty laugh.

"No amount of money is too much for good white pussy! You know that King! Besides, hopefully I won't have to pay for it the rest of the weekend!"

"Good point thin man, get some!"

*****

3 hours later

I woke from a restless sleep. Never one to sink deeply into REM, it wasn't uncommon for me to wake 3-4 times a night to take a piss or get something to drink. Hailey on the other hand, would barely wake if all the smoke alarms went off simultaneously.

I glanced over and gazed at my beautiful wife who was illuminated by a greyish hue cast by the full moon shining through the skylight above our bed. The covers were pulled down just far enough to allow a significant portion of her deep cleavage to beckon my attention. She wore one of her sexier baby dolls, that based on earlier flirtations, had been meant to make me want to explore what was beneath the remaining covered portions of her spectacular body.

It had definitely accomplished its objective.

Unfortunately, after a dip in the hot tub and a quick shower, I returned to our bedroom to find her fast asleep on top of the covers. I tried to wake her but came to the realization the long day of issues with the kids and the 6-hour drive had sapped her energy.

But as good as she looked, there was a small part of me that wanted her to be sexually needy the following day. So, despite my desires, I pulled the sheets up and covered her.

Now, after draining myself, I threw on some gym shorts and a tee shirt and made my way out to the kitchen to retrieve a bottled water from the fridge. As I stepped carefully across the newly installed flooring, I suddenly stopped in my tracks. The high-pitched sound of a woman's voice caught my attention. Moments later I heard it again followed by a deeper voice that sounded like Darnell's.

Did they bring women back to the house?

I moved towards the door dividing the main level from the stairs leading down to the walkout basement. I quietly opened it and the sounds from below intensified. I could no longer hear any voices, but an intense thumping occurring at regular intervals reverberated up the narrow stairwell. I tried to discern what the noise was, but it wasn't something I could recall hearing previously. I took a cautious step forward when the sound of Darnell's deep voice suddenly sounded.

"Take that fat black cock slut! You never had nothin' so good, have you bitch?"

There was a loud moan before a young women's breathy voice responded. "Ohhh god! No...no I haven't, it's so thick, I love it! Please don't stop Daddy!"

Daddy?

"HaHa! I ain't stoppin' till I get my nut girl!"

My own dick stiffened in my shorts. It amazed me that my two employees had the balls to bring women back to the house for sex, especially knowing Hailey was here too. But what intrigued me most about what I'd just heard was the confirmation that at least one of the two black man, most likely Darnell, was packing a large sex organ.

And the woman actually called him Daddy...

"Wait till Junior sticks that long pole in there, you'll learn what it's like to have your ribs all bruised up!" Darnell's deep baritone voice sounded between heavy breaths.

Holy shit!

I thought to myself as I soundlessly descended the darkened stairwell.

What did he mean by that?

When I finally reached a level low enough to see into the room, I was blown away at what I witnessed. The large dimly lit space reeked of sex and raunchy hip hop music blared from a scratchy boogie box at a level just low enough that I hadn't heard it from upstairs. A naked redheaded girl with huge tits and a rounded ass was on her elbows and knees with her face pushed up against the headboard of our king-sized basement bed while my overweight installation manager pounded her relentlessly from behind. Her tits and ass flesh jiggled in a poorly choreographed symphony with the fat from Darnell's rotund gut while his balloon-like scrotum banked off her thighs like a heavy bag of black sand.

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when I observed the girth of his cock. The obesely thick phallus glistened with the juices streaming from the girl's stretched pussy lips as it hammered home repeatedly. Each time it did, a wailing series of moans and grunts escaped the lips of the impaled young woman.

"Oh-Uhn...Oh-Uhn...Oh-Uhn...Oh-Uhn-Fuck...you're big! I've never felt anything like this!"

My installation manager chuckled arrogantly while slapping her hard on an ass cheek. Both puffy halves already displayed reddened handprint markings. It was at that moment that I also noticed a rubber object sticking out of her ass. I had never seen one, but I suspected it was some kind of anal plug.

Just then, Leon appeared from an area that had been blocked from my vantage point.

"Now we got some fuckin tunes that'll help me do my best fuckin!" The skinny black man cackled as he strode into my line of sight. He was naked also, but aside from the dark color of his skin, he looked like the anti-Darnell. His limbs were long, thin and without definition and his ribs were showing through his skin. However, sticking out from his groin was the longest cock I had ever seen in my life. If somebody tried to convince me it was less than a foot, I would have readily taken the bet.

It was dumbfounding.

Strangely, the dark organ reminded me one of those femur dog bones they sell at pet stores. The bulbous head that even exceeded the oversized knob on Darnell's fat cock was balanced on the other end by a softball-sized steel black scrotum. In addition, it had a noticeable upward curve that reminded me of the shape of a hunting bow.

He calmy walked over to the bed and bopped the top of the girl's head with it to remind her he had returned. He then gripped a handful of her red hair and turned her face towards him. Her wild eyes peered through the cutouts of a masquerade-style mask.

"Stick your slut lips back on this fucker while your sloppy gash creams all over King's BBC again!"

The girl opened her mouth and clamped her lips about halfway across his long span of curved black stiffness. The connection only contributed to my earlier assessment. Now she

actually reminded

me of a dog with a huge dark stick in its mouth.

"Ahh...un-huh!" The younger man snorted. "You're one lucky bitch me and Dar stopped in

your

club tonight girl. Otherwise, some other skank stripper ho would be gettin' double black-dicked like you are now!"

My heart raced as I watched and listened to what was taking place only twenty feet from where I knelt in the dark shadows of the stairwell. My dick was hard as steel and protruding out the loose leg opening of my gym shorts. I reached down and massaged it as the magnitude of what I was witnessing manifested in my cluttered brain.

I had coordinated this entire weekend with the hope that it might somehow lead to my two black flooring installers having sex with my wife. The plan had lots of potential potholes, one of which was not knowing whether either of them possessed the sexual goods to give Hailey the kind of life-changing sex I had pictured in my mind.

That concern had now completely vanished. I was suddenly worried about the opposite.

Am I really going to expose her to this? These guys have obviously done this before and while this girl is semi-attractive, she isn't in Hailey's league. What will they make my beautiful wife do if I let this happen?

"Oh my god, I'm cumming again! Please don't stop...PLEASE DON'T STOP!" The redhead wailed as Darnell now stood behind her crouching crab-style on the bed pistoning his thick black pole into her stretched and sodden hole. The bed springs squealed as the overweight black man aggressively hammered away at the girl who was young enough to be his daughter. Sweat beads poured from his dark skin while pussy juice spilled from his pendulating ball sack.

"Yeah...get some D!" Leon bellowed. "Make this white slut understand--BLACK'S WHERE IT'S AT!"

Seconds later the stripper's arms gave out and she crashed face first against the sheets. Darnell stood over her power stroking his big dick. He was clearly already on the edge. After only a few more pumps, an explosion of semen erupted from the engorged head and splattered all over her back in one messy spurt after another. A couple of rogue ejections lopped through the air all the way into her bright red mane.

I came without touching my dick. My cum spilled onto the stairs beneath me.

"Careful big boy! Don't be spraying any of that black baby shit near

my

dick!" Leon cackled while slapping his arcing rod against the young stripper's exposed cheekbone.

When the perverse scene finally subsided, I considered hanging around to see what might happen next, but I was already exhausted from the long day and my ejaculation. I also had no idea what might lie in store for the rest of the weekend. I maneuvered my oozing dick back inside shorts and turned towards the top of the stairs. As I did so, a noticeable creak sounded from one of the old wooden steps. I froze, hopeful I wouldn't be detected by the group in my shadowy hiding spot. Leon never looked my way and Darnell's big black naked ass was still facing my direction when I turned.

Once confident I hadn't been discovered, I quietly made my way back up the stairs.

Unbeknownst to me, while the younger man's ears were still ringing from the hip hop at close proximity, the older one had no trouble determining the source of the creaky step. While he never turned and looked, my installation manager had seen my stealthy shadow slink away via the reflection in the large mirror directly in front of him.