Hi Everyone,
Thank you for your patience. This chapter takes up right where chapter three left off. Reading or re-reading the previous chapters will help understanding the characters and the storyline.
This is an interracial story dealing with a cheating wife who is discovering herself and beginning to cuckold her husband. Pregnancy risk is also involved. If these themes are a problem, then you might not wish to read any further.
I welcome your feedback (hopefully positive), your votes (hopefully high), and your comments (though nasty or racist ones will be removed).
Finally, I need to thank my dear Todger for being such a wonderful editor and cleaning up my silly mistakes.
DP
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Stacy was exhausted from the intensity of what she had just enjoyed with Dray, Darrell and James, and ended up taking another short nap before showering. In the shower, she decided to shave off that little landing strip above her pussy and go completely bare. That simple act was far more exciting than she anticipated. It was something of a declaration. It was an obvious statement to Darrell that she heard his desire and was responding in kind. But it was also a personal liberation that she could not fully explain. She didn't bother to think about what Roadhead might say when she returned home with a completely shaved pussy.
The house was quiet when she came downstairs in shorts and a t-shirt, her hard nipples making it clear she was braless to any observing eye. Stepping into the living room, she found Darrell crashed on the couch and James on the love seat. She didn't see Dray, but presumed he was doing the same, just in his bedroom. She quietly giggled as she thought that she had exhausted all three of them.
She had to search for her phone, unsure of where she had left it when the earlier fun began, and she ended up seeing it still on that little table by the pool. On that short little walk from the house to the pool, she reflected on the trip, the afternoon fun she enjoyed with the men, and what it meant for her going forward. The only thought she had regarding her marriage was how to keep it together considering what she had discovered about herself on this trip.
Retrieving the phone, she saw that she had a missed phone call from Roadhead and two missed texts from him, along with an email from her company with her travel itinerary. She chose to view the itinerary first.
Stacy was disappointed to see she was on a very early flight, taking off at 7AM. That meant a very early arrival at the airport in the morning, and consequently, almost certainly an early evening tonight. But she had come to learn that a lot can be accomplished even in a short time when you put your mind and body to work.
She stood there mulling that over for a few moments, reflecting on what she had experienced here. She was a bit struck with herself over the fact that she was more discouraged about leaving than she was excited about getting home to her husband. She giggled at that thought and then figured she should let Roadhead know her schedule.
She didn't call, however. She simply forwarded him the email. She figured she'd save the call for when the men were ready.
Going back inside, she found all the men had just woken and Darrell and James reviewing their flight plans. Stacy and Darrell were naturally booked on the same flight; James, who worked elsewhere, would fly out separately, but with close enough times that they would all go to the airport together.
Stacy could sense the men felt as she did; discouraged that this unexpected pleasure trip was coming to an end. They were all sitting around the living room, quietly looking at their phones. She knew she had a cure for their down mood and figured that, with an early evening ahead, they might as well start the night's festivities a little early.
She drifted past them unseen into the kitchen and grabbed a beer for each of them and herself and then headed back to the living room. She paused at the entryway and hit the voicemail button and then entered the living room. The Black men immediately broke into smiles when they realized what Stacy was doing.
Stacy stepped into the room, a wicked smile on her face as Roadhead's voice whined asking about her coming home. She had sent her itinerary after his voicemail recording. She handed each men their beer as they finished listened to the recording, and when Roadhead ended the recording with "Call when you can, honey.", Stacy giggled and did just that. Unprompted.
Roadhead answered at once. "Stacy?! I'm so happy you'll be home tomorrow!"
Stacy had set the phone down on the end table next to the couch right after hitting the call button. She needed her hands free. She was removing her clothes. Her tits were jiggling as she tugged her t-shirt over her head before answering him, "Yea, going to be early morning and long day with a mask on." She was using that as reasoning for her somber spirits.
"Oh my gosh. I didn't even think of you having to be in a mask that whole time."
Stacy had turned her back to the men as she shimmied her shorts down. She wanted her big reveal to be special. She continued with Roadhead as her ass cheeks came into view. "Not looking forward to it. I think I'll try and make it a late night here so I can sleep on the plane. That should help. What do you think?"
That final provocative question spoken, asked as much of the Black men in the room as Roadhead, she turned to face the Black men fully exposed. Three pairs of eyes moved as one to her heaving tits and hard nipples, down her flat belly, before locking on to her recently shaved pussy. An almost synchronized, "Fuck yes." was spoken by each of them.
"What was that Stacy? Was that the TV?"
Stacy giggled and said, "No. It was the guys. They're watching something and are becoming a little like cavemen cooped up here all this time."
Roadhead was unsettled now. She figured Darrell could be crude, and it probably was made worse being around two other likeminded Black men. He was momentarily speechless before finally sputtering out, "Um, is everything, you know, everything ok? Are they treating you, um, ok?"
Stacy had a beaming smile on her face as the men looked at each other chuckling and shaking their heads, before finally turning back to her. She still hadn't answered her husband's question.
"Stacy?"
She giggled and finally responded, "They're treating me just fine, honey. Don't worry about that." She gave a theatric pause and added, "Boys will be boys."
