To start let me thank my editors from the volunteer editor program, brucru and kenjisato. They helped turn my musings into a story. Any errors in spelling, grammar, or otherwise are mine by virtue of not taking their excellent advice.
That said, this is the next in an unknown number of chapters in an interracial and raceplay story. That means there will be racial slurs, yes including that one, in the text. Sometimes used by a character with malice in the proper context of the story as it establishes characters personalities and sometimes used in a sexual context between consenting individuals engaged in raceplay. Not every chapter will use those slurs the same way if at all. Just be forewarned from the start if you aren't comfortable with raceplay and its attendant use of language, this series may not be for you.
Chapter 2
Brian turned the key and stayed in the silence of his car for a moment as he sat in the driveway. He looked in every direction but to the left in an attempt not to focus It had been nearly a week since she moved in, and they had almost run into each other. The embarrassment of his wife Anna nearly starting a fight with her on their first meeting after almost calling her the N-word, was still fresh.
A different memory prompted him to close his eyes and press back against his seat as he felt his khaki pants get tight. After a fight with Anna, he had gone over to apologize and help Nia move in. The morning turned into one of the best blowjobs he had ever received and an invitation for more, if he wanted.
He very much wanted more. After over a year of near total neglect from Anna, Brian had felt so much relief when he erupted in Nia's mouth. She had been so lewd about it, too, talking brazenly and openly about enjoying his cock and wanting more. He had walked out and tried not to look back. No matter how bad his marriage was, at the moment, he wanted to be a good husband. The week had been a struggle, though, as Anna gave him the cold shoulder, insisting, he had humiliated her in front of the new neighbor. However, he was quite certain all he needed to do was walk next door and knock, and there would be a friendly smile, a warm hug, and... a welcoming mouth to drain his balls again.
With a deep breath, he finally opened his eyes to Anna standing at the front door, glaring; arms crossed under her small breasts held tightly in a baby-blue sport top, as she swung like a metronome from one foot to the other. Skinny legs in black spandex ended in tapping feet and her honey-blonde ponytail, held up with a blue hair tie, swung like a nervous cat twitching its tail.
His shoulders slumped as Brian climbed out of the car, knowing that there was another fight coming. Head and shoulders taller than Anna, he felt like a mountain being worn down by a constant stream of water with each new argument. Like water their discussions followed a well-worn path, and it started as soon as he approached the door.
"You were thinking about her, weren't you? I see the way you look at her house." Venom dripped with the emphasis on her each time his wife said it.
"I was just sitting there, Anna."
"You are a terrible liar, Brian. So, what was it this time? Her big sloppy tits she slings around. Those things probably hang down to her gut."
He just shook his head while coming through the door and shutting it behind him with a bit more force than intended. In fact, Nia's tits were magnificent. He had cum all over them and seen how they sat high and proud on her chest despite their massive size. He could almost feel her eraser nipples against his chest and in the palm of one hand again. Reflecting as he was, he almost missed what his wife was saying as she continued to rant.
"-gger ass of hers! You haven't stopped thinking about it since she nearly smacked you when coming out of the truck." Crimson tones washed across her ash-wood complexion as her temper flared.
"Can you not use that word please."
"Why? It is what she is. Stupid black hoe. People like that don't belong in this neighborhood."
"Christ on a crutch, Anna! What the fuck has gotten into you this week. You never used to talk like this."
"I never had some black bitch try and seduce my husband from the house next door!" Ice blue eyes blazed and bore into dull sky blue one tired from a week of arguments.
"She isn't trying to seduce me. We haven't even talked since Saturday."
Closing in on her husband, Anna was nearly quivering with anger and poked one small finger against his black polo-clad chest. "Fuck you, Brian. You haven't talked because I am watching that cunt every minute. From the moment she saw you, it was pretty fucking clear what she wants, and I won't have some whore sniffing around my husband who is clearly too stupid to see what is going on. Those people are all alike!"
"Those people? Do you even hear yourself right now?"
Her hand flashed upward and connected with his cheek in a loud crack that stunned them both. Silence filled the space between them as neither even breathed in the next few moments. The bright red handprint that stood vibrantly on his citrine hued face was almost audible in that silence from the way it screamed how their relationship had just changed forever. Anna stood like a statue for the first time in a week. When she started to breathe again, her small breasts moved in time with shallow rapid breaths.
Reaching for his hand as words cascaded out, "I am sorry Brian. I am sorry. That was wrong. I am sorry." She tried to grab his hands and examined her husband's oddly blank face. Fear filled eyes tried to stay away from the handprint on his face but were drawn back as if by a magnet. Finally settling on her husband's eyes what had been dull and tired were now just empty as he looked through her.
He stepped back and jammed his hands in his pockets. Pockets which bulged when fingers curled into fists. His cheek stung where he had been slapped but he refused to touch the spot as if, perhaps, ignoring it would make it not be a thing. Working his tongue put spit back in the desert of his mouth, but he faltered the first time he tried to talk. Finally making his lips move and form words, "You need to go. I don't care where, but you need to leave. Take your purse, buy what you need for the weekend, but I don't want to see you or hear from you until I reach out."
"You can't do that, Brian. We need- "
With a cold grinding tone, he cut her off, "Now Anna. Not one more word just get out of my house."
