I remember walking in the front door that night and seeing Jennifer putting the dinner plates on the dinning room table. It just seemed like our life got much more passionate from that night on. I showered her with hugs and kisses while she tried to finish preparing our meal.
I guess I have to admit I had images in my mind of Jennifer getting banged good and hard by Clifton. I often thought about my desire to see my wife screwed silly by a black man. Jealousy would take over for most men and I wondered how I would react when the time actually came.
I laid in bed trying to fall asleep that first night with images of Clifton's enormous black cock in my head. A few days ago while we were showing, I remember starring at the size of his cock without being noticed. I surely didn't want him to think I was a homosexual.
I do remember making comparisons to my wrist and thinking to myself that he was that thick around! I suppose when I dreamed of Jennifer making love to a black guy that he would be as large as Clifton. Clifton surely took the trouble off finding the right guy for my wife, that's for sure! It just feels strange having the man living right next door.
The other thing I worried about was Clifton telling me what was going on. I started to plan things right from the start. I'd check around in Jennifer's drawers and in the closet and try to see if any sexy garments were moved around. I certainly kept an eye on that little black bikini. I examined it closely, even smelling it for any sign that she'd worn it.
I know what your thinking, she isn't that stupid to leave evidence laying around for me to find or would she? I don't mean the stupid part of it, perhaps she would deliberately leave something for me to find.
Three days past already and every time I met Clifton at the club it was the same old think. He either had nothing to say or said he was making progress and just to be a little more patient.
I was seated in my office watching that clock on the wall. It was a little after four in the afternoon when I got a text message from Clifton. I looked at the message and there was only one word written in the window which said, kiss.
He also sent a photo and my heart practically skipped a beat as my figures worked the tiny button to click on the image. OMG! There it was! Clifton had somehow managed to get a picture of a hot kiss! I could feel my heart beat pounding against my shirt. They were standing in our bathroom, Jennifer's arms were stretched out around his neck with her hands hanging down. Their lips locked together!
How in the fuck did he take this shot? I examined the photo and saw the reflection of his phone in the mirror. Jennifer certainly must have seen it in his hand or saw the flash! Maybe he had the flash off? Just look at this picture. Clifton is shirtless wearing only his jeans. Jenn's body is stretched up for the kiss with Clifton's big arms around her waist with one hand on that phone behind my wife's waist. How clever I thought to myself!
She was wearing jeans and a red cotton top. I knew the top very well because it showed a lot of cleavage. Jenn would wear it with a push-up bra that drove me nuts.
I was panting like I'd just run a mile as I sat the phone down on my desk feeling for my cock. I was hard and poking out. I was sure glad I didn't have any other meetings for the day. I started to wonder if that picture was just taken or perhaps he waited to send it. What happen? Did they fuck? Will Clifton tell me everything?
I had another hour to go yet. I needed to know something. I kept starring at the phone on my desk and finally decided to call home. I had to, I was just to nervous not to call home. OMG! What if I catch them in the act? What would I say? Clifton would surely know I got the picture and was checking up on them.
I debated this for several minutes. I finally decided not to call. If Clifton were still there he'd know I was checking up. I had another half hour to go before I could leave. I walked out and visited the coffee station and poured myself a cup of hot black coffee. I paced the floor watching that damn clock. This was certainly going to be interesting when I got to the club tonight.
I was the first one at the club that evening. I changed my clothes and looked at the clock. Clifton was late! I was going insane waiting when I heard the door open. It was Clifton!
He was whistling as he walked over to the bench and flopped down his gym bag. He dug inside the bag as I sat there waiting for him to speak. He finally turned his head and smiled at me.
"How did you like the picture I sent?"
"It was....hot! Are you going to tell me what happen?"
Clifton was taking his shorts out of the bag. "Well, yeah...as you know we kissed. We were baking and I got flour on my face so Jenn asked me to follow her into the bathroom. She wiped off my face and the next thing I knew we were locked in a passionate kiss."
"Didn't she see the phone?"
"Nope! We were locked in this kiss and I was able to pull my phone out of my pants pocket and just clicked it. She saw the flash but I explained that I had hit the button accidentally."
"Did she buy it?"
Clifton chuckled. "I think so."
"What happened next?"
