Love Knows No Color Pt 19

Author's Notes:

As I write this it is Easter Sunday. I have been eating the pot roast my queen has made for Easter dinner, while listening to her sing along to gospel music on the radio. 18 years into our relationship, and my love grows stronger for her every day. In these stories, I have tried to convey that love. It is something everyone deserves to experience, a love that does not try to tear a person down, but to build them up in a way that the lovers are much stronger together than they ever could be apart. A love where I still feel the electricity in her touch, where I see her as even more beautiful than the day we met. It hasn't always been easy, but it has been worth it. I sincerely hope that through Jason and Shavonda I have been able to convey that love..... Bwwm4me

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"Jason," James said, "I know all about Von and that cop. I know he tried to arrest her on false charges, and that he tried to molest her."

"What happened?" Kenny asked.

"Von got detained and accused of prostitution," I explained. "Rose had made a phone call reporting her as a streetwalker. The cop caught us, and detained her. He took a detour on the way to the station and tried to force himself on her. But I had called Ziggy, and he intervened with the station commander. Long story short, they'd been getting complaints about this guy, and transferring him all over the city. But Von was the straw that broke the camel's back. Because of her, they set him up with an undercover cop, Ramona, who was at the party yesterday. She posed as a streetwalker, and when he tried what he did with Von, Ramona was wearing a wire. End result, Von testified against him and he's now in jail."

"Wow," was all Kenny could say.

"How did you find out?" I asked James.

"A package came in the mail yesterday. Inside was a transcript of the trial, and a magazine." James explained, with a pained look on his face.

Shavonda walked over carrying the baby. "What you talking about?" she asked.

"Von, he knows," I said.

Knows what?" Shavonda asked, then froze as the realization hit her. "Oh shit! How much does he know?"

"All of it," I said.

"Daddy?" Shavonda looked at James, tears in her eyes. "We didn't want to hurt you. That's why we didn't tell you."

"It's bad enough to find out my daughter was almost raped by a cop, but to also find out you posed for a magazine....."

"I didn't pose for a magazine," Shavonda tearfully explained. "I was in school and needed money. A friend told me about a photographer who was looking for models. He paid double for exotic models. I shouldn't have posed for him, but I had no idea he sold my photos to a magazine until the trial."

"Jason," James said, "What do you have to say about this?"

"Your daughter made a mistake when she was younger. Tell me you didn't make mistakes at that age. I know I did, and the consequences of my mistake did a lot more to put her in that situation than her mistake did. The important thing is that she learned from that mistake, and she hasn't made it again."

"What do you mean?" James asked. "The magazine doesn't bother you? And what did you do that was worse than what she did?"

"To answer your questions," I said, "First, that photo shoot happened long before I ever met her. If it had happened while we were together, behind my back, I would be livid with her. But it happened many years ago. Honestly, your daughter is the best thing that ever happened to me. She's the smartest person I know, and the most beautiful. On some level, knowing I am married to a centerfold is a huge ego boost. Matter of fact, I wouldn't mind having a copy of that magazine. But I am mad that those photos were sold without her knowledge. As for my mistake, I married a racist woman. Rose did everything in her power to destroy Von and me. She made those phone calls to the police, reporting a prostitute and giving Von's description. That's why the cop was looking for her the night we got engaged. You read the transcript, I take it. Then you should know the history of that man."

James shook his head. "You should have told me about this when it happened."

"We couldn't." Shavonda replied. "You'd have gone after the cop. You'd either be dead or in jail. We have friends on the police force, and they started the sting that got him taken down."

"She's right," I added. "He had a history of picking up prostitutes and forcing them to have sex with him. His mistake was in assuming Von was one as well. Von's reputation as a well-respected businesswoman attracted attention. It gave all the other accusations against him credibility."

Shavonda sat beside me and buried her face in my neck, sobbing. I put my arm around her to comfort her.

"With all due respect," I continued, "You raised three children to adulthood without any of them getting in trouble. That's something to be proud of. And Von's reputation and lack of criminal record worked against the cop in court. Did you see the way she trashed his manhood in court? That was priceless."

"But Jason," James replied, "She's still my daughter."

"And she's my wife," I said. "When you gave her away at the wedding, you passed responsibility for her to me. Trust me, I do not take that lightly. But she is my worry now, and we had the situation under control. Your daughter is a very strong woman, and I am proud of her. She's everything I ever dreamed of having. Don't be ashamed of the actions of a young girl exploring her sexuality years ago. Be proud of the woman she's become, and know that it is because of you and Althea that she's been as successful as she has."

Althea had come over to us when she saw Shavonda crying. "James, you didn't!" she scolded. "I thought we agreed not to bring this up. What did you prove? That you could make your daughter cry? She's gone through a nightmare and she doesn't need you to tell her she was wrong. She feels bad enough already."

"Sorry," James said to her. "I needed to say something."

"What good did it do you, or anybody else? They handled it. It was over until you opened your mouth!" Althea was pissed. "You just did what whoever sent that envelope wanted you to do. Somebody wanted revenge on Von for testifying, otherwise why send this stuff to you? What's done is done. Ain't no good can come from digging up the past."

With the situation defused, the conversation soon turned to other matters. It had become apparent to me that, as strong as James was, Althea was a true force of nature in the family. Without her calming influence, and ability to befriend everybody, James might not have become the man I knew and loved. I could see how he reacted to situations, acting first and thinking about what he'd done later. Althea tended to hold him in check, and gently guide him to where he needed to be. I also understood that Shavonda had also done the same thing to me.

A little later in the afternoon, Althea pulled us aside. "Kids," she said, "It's your anniversary. Go have fun, I'll watch the children. That includes Miracle as well. I'll bring them home in time for school in the morning." It was her way of gently shooing us out the door. We bid everybody goodbye, and headed for home.

Arriving home, we parked the Cruze and walked up the steps to the porch holding hands. Once inside, Shavonda turned and pulled me into her embrace. As we kissed, she slipped her tongue into my mouth and, cupping my asscheeks, pulled me into her. "I want you," she said.

"I want you too, baby," I said. I helped her pull her tank top over her head, and reached around her back to undo the bra clasps. We helped each other out of the rest of our clothes, then I led her by the hand to our bedroom. One year of marriage, and two years since our first date, but it seemed like we'd known each other forever. I barely remembered life before her. I still thrilled to her touch, and I hoped we'd never lose that spark.

Shavonda pushed me back on the bed. "We have some unfinished business from last night," she said as she took my erect member in her hand. "Just lay back and enjoy. Just like the first time we did this, I want to watch you as you get your nut." She lowered her head to my lap, swirling her tongue around the tip of my manhood before wrapping those full soft lips around me as she took me deep into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine as she worked her magic. And just like that first night, I got lost in her eyes. She took me to the edge, stopping just before the point of no return, always watching my reaction. Teasing me with her mouth and tongue until I begged for release. Finally, she took pity on me. Bobbing her head several times quickly, she brought me to the brink. Then, with just the tip in her mouth, she pumped my shaft as her tongue swirled around my most sensitive spot.

I could hold back no longer. I looked deep into her eyes as I came in her mouth with uncontrollable spasms. Shavonda kept me in her mouth until my spasms subsided, swallowing each spurt I gave her. She pumped my penis to get the last few drops, then slid up the bed to me. "God, I missed doing that," she said. She kissed me, our tongues entwined. Deep kissing her like that was part of how I showed appreciation for what she'd just done. But really, she loved giving oral as much as I did.

"My turn," she laughed as she straddled my head with her hips, then eased down on my waiting tongue. "Mmmmmm," she sighed as I worked my tongue and lips over her swollen clit. My hands grabbed her hips as she rode my face. I slipped my tongue into her pussy as deep as it would go, swirling it just the way she liked. I loved the way she tasted, and her natural fragrance as well. Now that I had her scent in my nose, every inhale would arouse me the rest of the night. I could never understand the aversion some people had to oral sex. For us, it was an integral part of our lovemaking, to the point that doing without it for two weeks (Menstruation and ovulation) was sheer torture for both of us. It didn't have to be that way. I was so in love with Shavonda that I would gladly have eaten her on her cycle, if she'd only asked.

Shavonda rode my tongue like it was the best thing on earth, grinding herself into my face. All I could do was hang on as she let her orgasms wash over her. I greedily lapped up her juices, letting her ride me until she could take no more. Finally, she ground herself into me with a roar, and collapsed on top of me. I extricated myself from beneath her and crawled up her body, kissing her as I went. She lay there, panting and out of breath as the aftershocks shook their way through her body. She stared at me with lust filled eyes, trying desperately to catch her breath. "Damn......boy," she panted, "This.....ain't.....over....."

"Of course not," I grinned. "I'm ready for the main event." I was already hard again. That was one of the things I loved about oral. My recovery was so much faster than with regular sex.

Shavonda rolled over, ass raised in the air and face on the pillows. "You know what to do big boy." I quickly moved to the foot of the bed, and was about to move into position behind her when I stopped cold. There she was, ass in the air, legs spread, ready for me. The pale soles of her feet provided a nice contrast with the rest of her dark body. Her pussy glistened with moisture, lips spread slightly to reveal a hint of pink within. She was beautiful. She looked just like a photo in a magazine.

I stared. I couldn't help but wonder how many people had looked at her spread this way in the magazine photos, wishing they could have her if only for one night. And here I was, married to her. The centerfold was mine, for as long and as often as I wanted. Shavonda wiggled her ass invitingly. "What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Why did you stop?"

"I can't tell you. You'll be mad at me," I laughed.

"Boy, you better tell me."

"I was just thinking how you looked, spread in the magazine. And that song, "Angel in the centerfold" popped into my head. I hate that song!"

"That rag really turned you on, huh?" Shavonda asked. She was not mad at all. "I'm flattered. And I'm yours. Here, maybe this will help." She reached her hand underneath her body and spread her lips wide. Her inner pink was now fully on display, and beautiful as hell. "Boy, you better get this before Mr. vibrator does." She laughed. "Hahahaha, oooooh." Her laughter turned to a moan of pleasure as I drove myself deep into her. "Now that's more like it," she purred.

I held myself still within her for a minute, her body just felt too damn good. She wiggled back against me, trying to thrust against me. My hands gently massaged her ass cheeks, my thumbs rubbing on the special spot where her inner thighs met her cheeks. Shavonda bucked against me, moaning, "That's not fair." As I thrust into her, meeting her movements, I could feel her tensing around me.

Shavonda moaned her pleasure in unintelligible words. She bucked back against me as hard as she could. "So you want it rough?" I asked, thrusting into her as hard as I could. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure, moans mixed with the slap slap of our bodies colliding. For some reason, while Shavonda's pussy felt incredible as I rode her through two orgasms, I was in no danger of coming myself for quite a while. I just pounded away at her, seeking my own release. Slow and gentle lovemaking this was not.

When my orgasm finally arrived, it came upon me suddenly, and was unstoppable. I mean, I couldn't have held back even if I wanted to. And I didn't want to. In the back of my mind I was punishing her for putting that despicable song in my head. My angel's in the centerfold. I squeezed her hips hard as I thrust hard and deep into her. I held her in place as I erupted deep within her. All my energy drained into her with each shot, until I was completely spent. I rolled over on my side taking her with me. We were still connected, and I twitched uncontrollably inside her as she spasmed around me. We lay there, breathless in the afterglow for some time before Shavonda spoke.

"All that over a magazine?" she asked. "Maybe I should do another photo shoot......"

"NO!" I protested. "Not unless I am the photographer. Then we can take whatever photos your devious little mind can come up with."

Shavonda laughed. "Are you jealous, boo? Don't worry. You the only one I want. But I would like some photos of us together, doing what we do best."

"I know the one photo I want the most," I said. "That's the one of your face as you come."

BY this time, I had softened and slipped out of her love tunnel. "Let me clean you up," Shavonda said, reaching for my wilted dick.

"Not yet," I said, rising on wobbly legs. I half crawled over to the dresser where my camera bag was, and retrieved my Nikon. I lay back on the bed, camera in hand. "Now you can do what you wanted to do," I said. Shavonda took my member in hand, stroking it a few times as I fired off several photos. She stuck out her tongue and licked the head, then slowly took me fully into her mouth. All the while I kept snapping photos. Later, we'd upload them to the computer, and lighten them in Photoshop. Surprisingly, they turned out well.

"So what you wanna do the rest of the evening?" I asked.

We ended up, ironically, sitting out in the backyard, amidst the bird feeders listening to music. Just as we had the first time I came here. The difference was that this time we did it in our underwear, instead of fully clothed.

Later, as the sun went down, we ended up in the tub washing each other lovingly. After we stepped out and dried ourselves, Shavonda rebraided my pony tail. When she was done, I oiled her down on the bed, massaging the baby oil into her soft chocolate skin. After she returned the favor, we wound up making love slow and easy, me on top. It felt so sensual, our oiled bodies gliding over each other until we both got our nut. We lay there in each other's arms, talking, until I realized I had to get up for work in a few hours. I kissed my queen goodnight and was soon asleep.

In the morning I was awakened not by my cell phone alarm like I normally was, but by the clock radio in the cd player by the bed. I must have fallen asleep without setting the alarm or putting my phone on the charger. Shavonda sleepily reached over to silence the alarm, leaving the radio tuned to the news. She turned over, stretched and yawned, kitten like in her movements. "Morning, baby," she said. "We made it through the first year."

The rain drummed on the awning outside the bedroom window, a storm had moved in during the night. The radio was giving the weather forecast. "A wet high of 69," the announcer said.

Shavonda looked at me, I looked at her. "That sounds like a good way to start the day," I said, kissing her then starting my way down her body.

"Mmmmm hmmm," she said as her hand searched out and found my member. We quickly worked our way into position, and I buried my face in her wetness just as I felt her lips wrap around me. "Jason," she said, "we don't have a lot of time or you'll be late for work." She resumed her sucking. Fuck work, I thought to myself. But she was right.

We feasted on each other in the predawn stillness. My wife tasted slightly of last night's lovemaking, and it turned me on. Two years after our first time together, and I still never tired of her, our, flavor. Knowing that we didn't have a lot of time, neither of us tried to hold back, instead working our lips and tongues over each other's most sensitive areas. And neither of us held back, with her legs tightening around my head as she ground into my mouth, just as I lost control and flooded her mouth with my seed. We lay there breathless for a minute. "Guess we gotta get cleaned up," Shavonda said.

I led her by the hand, on wobbly legs, to the shower. We soaped each other up in the warm water, enjoying the slick feel of our bodies. Fully awake now, we dried each other off. As I shaved and got dressed, my queen padded off to the kitchen. We didn'tnormally do this, but she'd made me a plate of eggs while I was getting dressed. I gratefully sat at the kitchen table, admiring my naked wife's body as I devoured my breakfast. Then a quick kiss and feel and I was out the door.

Work was light that day, only a few stops all in Pittsburgh, or on the same side of town as Leetsdale. I was glad. To be honest, after 2 years bouncing all over the country, and another 5 years working regionally, I was beginning to burn out. 7 years of 50-60 hour or more work weeks was taking its toll. I was ready for a change, one that would allow me to spend more time with my goddess, and our children. Unfortunately, doing so would mean a significant drop in our income. There simply weren't a lot of 55k a year jobs out there, and other than driving I wasn't qualified for any of them.

There was something else going on as well. My love for Shavonda continued to grow. I was now at the point where I missed her terribly when I was at work. On the road, you have a lot of time to think, and she was always on my mind. I'd taken to listening almost exclusively to the female r&b singers she loved so much. The songs always reminded me of her.

I was off the road shortly after noon, and started home after a 7-hour day, the shortest I'd had in ages. Althea was surprised to see me this early. Ethan had just gotten home from kindergarten, Miracle was happily playing in the playpen in the living room, and Brittany wasn't due back from school for a couple of hours.

"I'm glad you're here," Althea said. "I wanted to talk to you in private, without my daughter around."

"Sure," I replied, unsure of what was up. "What gives?"

"First, take this." Althea had reached in the diaper bag beside the couch and handed me a thick envelope. "James and I never want to see this again." Correctly guessing the envelope contained the transcript and magazine, I put it in the room out of sight, then returned to the living room.