The apartment complex was of your typical upscale 200 unit variety, with a couple of pools, covered parking and an eclectic group of residents. Susan, my wife, and I moved in while our new home was being built. I'm an engineer with the local government, thirty-eight and in good shape. The change from living in a more spacious house and down sizing to a two bedroom apartment had been traumatic to say the least. I hadn't lived in an apartment complex in fifteen years. Half my personal belongings were in storage and the other half were piled in random order in the spare bedroom. Things were chaotic for me, but not for my wife Susan.
Susan and I had recently decided to start a family and we were very excited with the idea. Susan looked forward to moving into the apartment. "It's the first step to being a family," Susan would always say.
I first met Susan four years before, when she started working with me as an intern engineer, fresh out of graduate school. Susan was one of those girls who seemed to blossom once she hit college age. When we first met she was wearing horn rim glasses and a pony tail. Susan was twenty-four, wore over size sweaters, clogs and below the knee skirts. At first there was no chemistry, honestly she was a nerd, something we joked about in the office all the time. Then that first summer during a particularly hot spell, Susan came to work in a sleeveless form fitting blouse. The woman had a rack, I remember thinking, she'd gotten rid of the glasses (new contacts) and man what a transformation. I asked her out two days later and we hit it off.
Susan and I dated for three weeks. During that time I never got past first base, although I was sure that Susan liked me. Then one night, as if she had an epiphany, she let me into her apartment, led me to her bedroom, handed me a condom and asked me to be the first person she ever made love too. That night was wonderful and six months later Susan became my wife.
Over the next four years everything about our relationship was great. While Susan lacked experience sexually, she certainly made up for it with enthusiasm. Susan is 5'6" with long light brown hair. Italian decent, Susan has brown eye's, an olive complexion, with the long legs of a runner. Susan's breasts our beautiful, more than a handful, and her nipples get really hard and long when she's excited. Susan was always ready to experiment sexually and never balked at any of my suggestions. Susan loved oral sex both giving and receiving. Once she even suggested anal sex after reading some woman's magazine, but I nixed the idea not really being into it. The bottom line is that Susan loved sex.
Like I said, at first Susan was rather frumpy in the way she dressed. Susan wasn't really modest, it was just that she didn't view herself as attractive, but that began to change with time. I was constantly after Susan to wear more revealing clothing, and she would always say she didn't want other men to get the wrong idea. Then Susan became friends with a new girl at work, her name was Dede. Dede was a twenty-something single mom, and who I thought was a wild woman. Dede did as much as I did to change the way Susan dressed. Dede was always after Susan to wear sexy cloths, often loaning Susan things to wear and taking her shopping. After a while Susan came to enjoy the attention a plunging neck line or short skirt brought her, and often we would talk at night about how a guy would flirt with her or stare at her. The net result was it made for great sex.
When we decided to start a family, Susan stopped working to be a stay at home mom. At the same time we sold my small home and began the arduous task of building a new one.
I remember it was our first weekend at the apartment when we decided to take a break from unpacking and go for a swim. Susan grabbed the first swim suit she could find which was a tiny bikini we had bought down in the Key's. I remember the conversation and the events that transpired as if it were yesterday.
"Boy the neighbors are going to love that suit. I didn't remember it being so small, hell is that part of your nipple showing there," I said, joking with Susan. I loved to make her blush.
"Billy your the one that went into that shop and made me buy it. If I could find my other suits I'd wear them, maybe I should hold off on the swim." Susan was serious and her modesty was showing.
"No, I was just kidding, hell you look fantastic," I said admiring my wife. The suit barely did cover her areolas and the thin material did nothing to prevent her thick nipples from protruding through. The bottom was just to small triangles of cloth, dropping provocatively low in the front and in the back it was little more than a thong. Wisps of hair spilling out the top and sides of the suit. My dick got hard just looking at her.
"You sure it's okay."
"Yes, hell sugar, we'll be out of this place in a year and never see these people again, so who cares." Taking a couple of beers from the frig, we headed to the pool. I was surprised when we got down there to find it pretty crowded. We had leased the place during a week day and no one was by the pool, when we had checked it out. Susan and I staked out two lounge chairs. We hadn't been there long when this black guy pulled himself out of the pool right in front of Susan's chair. The guy was about six-three, lean and extremely well muscled. The man was dripping water which seemed to bead up on his smooth black skin, as he broke into a smile, his teeth a brilliant white. The guy had short hair that was plaited in corn rows. Staring directly at Susan, and completely ignoring me, he introduced himself.
"Hello I'm Andre Butler," he said as he extended his hand to Susan. Susan who was caught off guard seemed speechless as she extended her own.
"And you are." The guy was still holding my wife's hand for what seemed like a long time.
"Susan," my wife answered, her eye's transfixed on the guy as if she were mesmerized. I looked at my wife and thought, dam this guy must of pressed the right buttons because Susan seemed really taken with him.
"You new here."
"Yes." Dam, the woman could hardly talk I thought to myself, hell the guy wasn't Denzel Washington. I was starting to get a little perturbed, plus the guy was still holding her hand. Andre let go of her hand as if he could read my thought's.
"And your the lucky guy."
"Yeah, Bill," I said, as I shook his extended hand.
"Great, listen I'm having a party later and would love to have you guys come over. In fact the party starts in about thirty minute's. I'm cooking burgers and ribs, got plenty of beer and make a deadly Margarita. What do you say?"
"I don't know we're still unpacking," I answered, then looked at Susan for confirmation, who shrugged her shoulders as if to say she didn't care one way or the other.
"Well if you can, please join us," Andre said, the statement clearly directed at Susan. After he left, Susan and I sat by the pool and drank our beers. During that time a few of Andre's friends showed up and congregated with Andre on the other side of the pool. Black men like Andre, there were about five guys all together. That's when I noticed that all the female party go'ers were white. I pointed this out to Susan and she said that she had noticed that too. I went for a couple of refills on the beer and when I returned I saw that Susan was in the pool talking to Andre. I walked up and was going to hand Susan a beer, when I realized she had a plastic glass filled with frozen Margarita.
"Billy your back, you really need to try one of these, Andre wasn't lying when he said they were killer."
"Yeah Bill get yourself one. Upstairs, the apartment with the door open. On the back balcony is the Margarita machine and if you don't mind fill up a pitcher and bring some down. Susan is going to need a refill."
So what the hell I thought, chugging my beer, then Susan's, as I made my way to Andre's apartment. Entering the place I made my way back to the balcony and looked for a pitcher, to fill up with more drinks. That's when I realized that Andre's balcony was just a stone throws away from our place, maybe sixty feet. I couldn't find a pitcher by the machine so I went back inside to the kitchen. there was a pitcher on the counter and I was returning to the machine when I heard some loud moaning. Curious I followed the sounds to a partially closed bedroom door.
Peering inside I witnessed the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life. A cute little blonde I had seen earlier by the pool was fucking one of Andre's friends. The girl was on top, with her back to me. From my vantage point I could clearly see the blonde impaling herself on a big black cock. The moaning was getting louder with each stroke as the blonde announced she was cumming. With each thrust the woman's ass made a slapping sound against the black stud's legs. The black man's cock was streaked with what looked like sperm and wet with the woman's lubricant. My dick was instantly hard, I was glued to the spot. In one hand I carried the empty pitcher with the other I instinctively rubbed my raging hard on.
Suddenly I felt someone rub up against me, almost causing me to drop the pitcher and have a heart attack. Looking over my shoulder it was another one of the girls from the pool who with a finger over her lips indicated that I should remain quite. The girl, kind of stumbled into me and almost falling down, put an arm over my shoulder for support. The black haired Latina was obviously drunk. Fortunately the couple making love were so loud they didn't hear us. I tried to leave but the Latina was intent on watching and then with no warning she grabbed my penis and started rubbing it through my swim trunks. Between the action in the bedroom and the hot Latin's hand job I came in about a minute. The girl looked up at me as she rubbed my shrinking dick and smiled. Then turning her attention back to the couple she let go of my penis and slipped her hand down the front of her bikini.
I turned around immediately, all freaked out. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I walked back to the Margarita machine weak kneed, my swim trunks sporting a big wet spot from my sperm. I filled the pitcher and headed down to the pool, still stunned by what had transpired. Exiting the apartment I saw Andre reach out and move a wisp of hair from Susan's face. Susan didn't react at all. Susan had acted as if it was okay to have this strange black man touch her in a familiar way.I remember the act with out being terribly overt had made me a little jealous, perhaps do to the guilt I felt for what had just happened.
