My wife Brittany and I are a very conservative white couple living in the south. I am Al, (actually Alton). We have been married for ten years. We both grew up in a strict conservative religion which I won't name. Brittany is 5'-6" tall and weighs about 130 lbs. depending on which diet she is following. I am 5'-8" tall and weigh around 175 lbs. She is a RN at a big hospital and I am the owner of masonry supply business. I worked in the field during college and got my BA along the way. The college experience served me well and I decided to start my business using the knowledge I gained first-hand coupled with my college preparation.
I call on contractors of all kinds and have a retail department also. Brittany has enough seniority that she works in the daytime. She has accrued great benefits and the pay is good. When I mention her quitting work, she doesn't want to consider it. I suggested that she could work in my (our) business, but she loves what she does. We are active in our church since it is the norm for us since growing up.
The southern, typically white churches have undergone a social revolution as far as racial inclusion. While for years conservative southern Christians paid lip service to complete integration, many held their inherited prejudices deep inside themselves. In a way I always felt like such a hypocrite when I professed love and equality to our black friends. Sometimes, however, when I encountered a black person who rubbed me the wrong way, I would have an immediate passing thought. Almost immediately, I would chastise myself for thinking of names like that. I didn't want to think those things, but it takes generations for the labels to go away.
When an interracial couple moved into a new house next door, Brittany was the first to take over food while the movers unloaded the furniture. She met Eric and Jennifer Jensen on a bright sunny day in October. Eric is a tall, well-built black man of around thirty. Jennifer is a beautiful blonde, 26 years old, 5'-8" tall with the body of a Playboy Playmate. About a week after they arrived, Brittany invited them over for coffee and drinks one early evening. Eric is a high-profile Vice-President of a large college which again, I will not name. Being on the same socio-economic plane, we were quite comfortable with them. Jennifer works for a non-profit organization and also attends to social functions with her husband.
While I would say that Brittany and I are an attractive couple, I knew that we were not quite as high profile as our new neighbors. They seemed encouraged that we had reached out to them and mentioned that not all the neighbors seemed so friendly. We told them to just give everyone a chance and they would see how good a community we live in. Eric mentioned that he worried about living in what was considered to be a conservative neighborhood while being an interracial couple. They asked about us and we gave them a quick thumbnail sketch. Neither one of had children at that point. I seemed like a promising friendship since both couples were busy and, on the go, while having enough income to enjoy our surroundings.
Brittany uses her days off and staggered schedule to the fullest extent. Sometimes she works three, twelve hour shifts a week and has long weekends. Together with accrued time, she can go a week without working and not use any vacation time. It gives her time to shop and hang out. Over time, Jennifer and Brittany figured out each other's schedules and found time for coffee, lunch and hanging out at the pools. According to Brittany it was very vanilla type neighborly conversation to begin with. Brittany was on her best behavior trying to be the modern cosmopolitan neighbor. She never mentioned the interracial aspect of the couples' marriage. Unknown to Brittany, Jennifer later told us that she found that sort of hypocritical in a way. I mean, how do you not mention the elephant in the room?
Since we were always very guarded around them, our relationship seemed a little stilted and forced. I don't think either couple felt at ease to begin with. I decided that generally that is how new friends and neighbors felt during the feeling out process. Our neighbors on the other side of the Jensens were not quite so friendly. We told them that those folks were not particularly outgoing to us also, so they shouldn't read anything into it. The ladies had more time to spend getting to know each other while Eric and I were in completely different job types. While I was doing very well, it was still a blue-collar type of business. I did associate with other businessmen on my level. Eric, however, was a barrier breaker in his field. He was by no means a token appointee. His education and background in public relations more than qualified him for his position. Occasionally we would see him interviewed on the local news for one story or another. It certainly did not hurt the university's image to have such a well-spoken black man in front of the camera.
When the change occurred, I did not realize that anything was different at first. In hindsight, I later figured out that Brittany seemed to be warming up to Jennifer. Brittany, however, did not relate any details of the 'girl talk'. It was just an overall feeling that I had. Some evenings when I came home from work on Brittany's days off, she would not be home. It was not an everyday occurrence, but it happened fairly regularly. I would call Brittany to see where she was. She would answer her phone immediately. Often, I would find out that they were sitting at the pool or doing something in the kitchen. A few times, Brittany called me and had me pick up take-out food, telling me that she lost track of time while visiting with Jennifer.
I was pleased that Brittany was developing a neighborly relationship with Jennifer. I still was more distant from Eric based on our busy schedules. When we were together, I always felt like he was talking down to me in a subtle way. It was never overt and I decided that I might just be paranoid being around a larger and fitter man. I didn't think that it was racial at all.
Occasionally, I would hear Brittany's end of a phone conversation and sometimes she would seem to get a good chuckle. When I would ask her what was so funny, she just gave me a lame excuse. I didn't want to pry. At the time, I hardly noticed it except to make fun of what I jokingly called 'hen talk'. I used terms like this very jovially just to see if I could get a rise out of Brittany.
Our sex life was always fun and exciting to me and I think Brittany felt fulfilled. We were not really what you would call wild, but we did it in different positions, had good oral sex and varied the locations in our house. One of my favorites was catching Brittany about to get in the shower and slipping my cock into her from behind. She really had to bend forward to accommodate me for I am less than five inches when erect. We would play like I was raping her, but it was lighthearted. We did not hesitate to begin touching and foreplay without any conversation. Sometimes I would give her an orgasm while sinking my hand into her panties and rubbing her pussy.
Brittany is a very good-looking woman in her own rite. She might not be quite up to the 10+ that Jennifer is but she is pretty. She has perky C cup breasts and a nice full ass. She thinks her ass is a little too big, but I was being honest each time I told her it was just right. I think all people, men and women concentrate on what they think their weaknesses are and project that onto others. Brittany looks good in a bikini. Typically, according to our upbringing, she is modest, but she would break out the two piece when we were alone in our own pool.
One evening in bed I mentioned to Brittany that she seemed to be getting along well with Jennifer. She seemed just a little tense when I mentioned it. I didn't know why. She said that they were indeed getting along good. I assured her that I wished Eric and I would form a stronger bond. I mentioned that he was friendly, but a little cool at times. I wasn't quite sure why, but sometimes I felt intimidated by him. Just the way he carried himself sometimes. I asked Brittany if she thought that I might be imagining this.
"Well, Honey," she said, "You could be right. I don't know. He is in a very high position with the university. Maybe that has something to do with it."
"You know," I suggested, "I wonder how they got together, anyway."
"Jennifer told me that she was a student at a university where Eric was. They met at a function. Eric was married at the time, but later got a divorce."
"Oh, was his first wife white or black?"
"I don't know, Dear. I didn't think that was any of my business. She did imply that their affair started while Eric was still married. That's all I know."
Over time I realized why Brittany was a little uncomfortable. The reason was that she and Jennifer were talking one day and they were close enough to begin sharing more personal details.
Brittany told me this well after my story pauses. The conversation went something like this:
Jennifer:"So do you guys play any bedroom games?"
Brittany:"What do you mean by bedroom games?
Jennifer:"You know, role playing, S&M, anything kinky?"
Brittany:"Uh, well, not so much formal like that. I mean, we both enjoy sex and we are pretty regular except for Al's business and my schedule at the hospital."
Jennifer:"Yeah, I know. Schedule and work make it harder. Myself, I could use a night off every now and then."
Brittany:"Okay, I'll bite. What does a night off mean?"
Jennifer:"Sex, of course. Eric is insatiable. He can't get enough."
Brittany:"Poor Jennifer. Every woman probably wishes she had that problem. So, what do you attribute that to?"
Jennifer:"I guess it is the black man vigor. At least that is what seems to be the popular explanation."
