Chapter 3: Pool on New Year's Eve.
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"Are you ready yet?" yelled David from the bottom of the stairs.
"Ten more minutes," yelled Beth back.
"That's what you said ten min... oh never mind."
Beth smiled. She was looking forward to a night out and uncharacteristically for her, she decided to show off a little. Beth stood before her mirror in her underwear, plain white Walmart bra, and panties. She reached out and grabbed the little black dress. It shimmered in the light. She pulled it on over her head and reached behind her to zip up the back. She stepped into her heels and posed sideways. The dress was standard garb for New Year's Eve, but not something she'd ever worn before. It showed more cleavage than anything she'd worn previously, and the hem was shorter than even her shorts. It stopped mid-thigh where all her other dresses covered her knees.
Beth leaned forwards and applied her makeup. She was a natural beauty and any sort of cosmetic was a rarity for her. She applied her lipstick then set it down. She'd already done her hair, curling it, the brown strands falling to the tops of her breasts. She looked stunning and was glad none of her college feminism professors could see her now. One of them, Ms. Dykstra didn't even believe women should shave their legs, let alone wear makeup and dress up for male oppressors. Beth thought she looked good and was dressing up for herself but knew a lot of male eyes would be checking her out and Titus would be one of them.
Titus! Beth flushed with shame just thinking of him. The last week had been quiet and she'd seen little of the black brute. She'd had to work every day at the restaurant and David had been home all week visiting her at the diner for lunch. Titus hadn't been around much, not even sleeping in his room most nights, but only stopping for a change of clothes. She was glad, not wanting him around after what had happened and especially the way her body responded to his presence. Her nipples would swell every time she saw him, and her inner thighs would get damp. It was happening now, just thinking about him. "Damn," she muttered, as her nipples and even the outline of her areola became visible under the dress. The sooner he left town, the better even if he was giving them free drinks tonight.
They were still struggling to make the mortgage payment since Titus had taken half of it during the poker game last week. That was why Beth had given up several days of her holiday vacation to work some extra wait shifts at her job this week. David was putting dinner on his credit card but staying out until midnight and getting drunk was out of the question until Titus promised he'd hook them up with free drinks at the club.
"Beth, we have reservations... OH WOW!"
"Sorry, I took so long dear," she replied smiling. Beth took the railing and began descending the stairs while her husband stared entranced up at her. His mouth was hanging open.
"WOW! All is forgiven. I don't care if we're late. WOW!"
"I take it you like?"
"Me like," he answered nodding like an idiot. "I can't believe I'm married to the hottest woman in Miami." David totally meant it despite Miami being second only to New York when it came to the number of modeling agencies in the city. Hell, a large section of Miami Beach was filled with topless beautiful women sunbathing nearly every day.
"Now David, please don't sexually objectify women," she said. He nodded, looking embarrassed. Beth hated seeing all the female models in their skimpy bikinis posing for photographers on the beach and it was a constant sight. "Even if it is true," she added, and David brightened up. "You look quite dashing yourself."
David straightened his tie and froze with one eyebrow raised like a male model. He was a decent looking man with an average build but also an ever-growing paunch. He did look good in a suit. David reached out and took her arm. "My lady, your carriage awaits."
Dinner was fantastic and even though it cost more than David should have spent, she refrained from chiding him for it. They enjoyed each other's company so well, that Beth actually started to look forward to a little New Year's sex that evening. It has been a couple of weeks since they'd been intimate just after her period when she often found herself horny. Christmas night sex was a tradition, but Titus had ruined that. Beth had been hornier than usual, but David had been unreceptive to her advances. He'd yanked his penis from her hand one night when she'd reached over to fondle it. It hadn't shown any signs of swelling either. She strongly suspected his mind kept seeing the same hand jerking off his brother's giant black cock. Hopefully, a little booze would get him to loosen up and forget the incident with Titus. She sipped her wine and thought of the fun they might have later that evening, but her mind kept picturing David with a penis as big as his brother's. She frowned unable to even picture her husband's small penis in her mind and the big penis rising out of David's crotch was always black.
The club parking lot was already crowded. "What say we just have one drink and then head home?" she said. Beth didn't care for the bigger clubs. She preferred her bars quieter and more intimate. "We can snuggle up on the couch and watch the ball drop on TV."
"I'm cool with that," said David, "but we shouldn't let free drinks go to waste."
Club Climax was big and crowded and not what Beth or David was used too. There were four different bars and string bikini-clad women selling beer from large coolers scattered about. The dance floor was crowded with young people having fun and lots of lights. Titus was at a back bar already busy filling drink orders. An attractive woman was bartending with him. She wore a tight half top that left her flat belly bare and when she turned her back had some sort of tribal tramp stamp. Beth rolled her eyes when she caught David checking the girl's stomach out. He had a belly button fetish and found any outfit that showed off a woman's navel sexy. The female bartender's bellybutton was pierced with a black spade pin.
Beth turned to punch her husband on the shoulder but found he had turned his attention to another woman. This woman was dressed like Beth in a sequined black dress only hers was sluttier and like the bartender, her belly was on display. Her skirt was a little shorter too. The woman was lovely, but a little chubby. Her belly was flat but curvy. If she'd been seated there would be flesh rolls on her stomach, but standing she looked sexy. Her navel was pierced with a diamond stud. Her face was gorgeous if rounded with eye-catching naturally red hair that fell halfway down her back. Her skin was pale like most redheads. Her breasts were enormous, G or GG Beth guessed, and her rear end was quite plump.
She turned and leaned over the bar, her tits practically falling out as she talked to Titus.
The next thing that happened shocked both David and Beth. Titus reached under the bar and handed her a jewelry box. He removed the top and the girl squealed in joy. "Did he just propose?" asked Beth.
"Maybe?" replied David, confused. The woman was stretching over the bar and hugging the giant black man. The skirt had ridden up her thighs and it looked like her butt cheeks might pop out.
"Good to see you, bro," said Titus, pulling back from the woman. She sat down on a stool while Titus came down to them. "What can I get you?"
"Just a couple beers," said David.
"Want some shots?"
"No thanks. We may not stay long," said David. "It's not our scene."
Titus popped off the tops on a couple of beers and left to wait on someone else. David handed Beth a beer and she quickly pointed to a booth that had miraculously opened up. They quickly took it and sat down across from each other. They tried to continue their conversation from dinner but had to shout over the noise and were soon interrupted.
"Hi guys, I'm Ashley," said the woman that had been hugging Titus earlier. She sat down a tray with three shots on it. "Shots of Jaeger," she said drawing it out and scooting in beside David much to his surprise. She sat the box Titus had given her on the table and passed out the shots. "Cheers," she cried holding hers up. They clinked their glasses together and swallowed them down.
"Friend of Titus'? asked Beth.
"Yeah, we met here a couple of days ago." She suddenly put her arm around David and leaned into him. "Are you really his brother? You two don't look alike."
"Same mom, different dads," said David.
Ashley's eyes flickered down to his lap and then back up. She withdrew her arm. "So, you're David and you're..."
"Beth," replied Beth. "No offense Ashley, but you don't look old enough to be in here."
