The Wife And The Black Gardeners Ch 02

Author's Note: The Wife and the Black Gardeners was the second story I ever wrote and my first to feature an interracial theme. A comic version came out a few years ago followed by two sequels. This story is based on my comic script for part 2 and the art of Kaos. For this follow-up, I borrowed the plot from another of my stories, "Xavier's Modeling Job."

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The blue bikini was so tight it looked like it was ready to fly off the voluptuous body of the young auburn-haired wife. She leaned back against the brick wall of her house, posing for her husband. Bill focused the camera, stepped back, looked at his wife, then at her image on the view screen. He pressed the remote.

Click!

"Alright honey now take your top off," said Bill grinning.

Donna laughed. "No way!"

"Come on, show off that hot body."

Donna walked over to the picket fence separating her yard from their older neighbors, Moshe and Janice Silverstein. She leaned on it and pointed at the next yard. "Alright, but not outside, Janice is doing her yoga." Their neighbor was outside as she usually was, currently standing in the "tree" position, focused on her workout, eyes closed, meditating.

Bill took a quick picture of Janice. She had an amazing figure for a sixty-year-old woman. "Inside then?" he asked.

Donna grinned and walked over to the sliding glass door. She motioned for her husband to follow with her finger. Bill wiggled his eyebrows and followed his wife inside, staring at her ass as she headed up their stairs towards the bedroom. She turned, pointing at him. "Promise you won't show anybody?"

Bill held his hand over his heart. "Of course not," he promised already planning on sneaking some topless pictures of his wife in with her bikini shots to "mistakenly" show his buddies what a hot wife he had. Most of them hadn't seen her since her recent weight loss.

Donna sat on the bed, kneeling on one leg, her other leg hanging over the edge. She reached behind her neck and untied the bikini top. The blue top slid down, catching on her erect nipples. She sighed, relieved to get the restrictive top off. "Great, squeeze them big titties together," said Bill, taking a picture. Donna folded her arms under her breasts and lifted them up. The top fell off completely. Donna hefted her magnificent F-cup breasts, the nipples sticking out more than half an inch. "Jesus, you are so fucking hot," he growled, taking picture after picture.

"How about this?" she asked, turning around and sitting on her spread knees. Donna arched her back and pulled the sides of her thong up off her hips.

"Let me see that ass," ordered Bill. He couldn't press the camera's shutter fast enough. Bill could see more than her ass. He could see the wet signs of her arousal soaking her thighs. Donna turned back around, facing him in the same pose. She untied her thighs and the panty fell off, revealing her thin reddish-brown pubic strip. "Those look wet," he commented with a smirk. There was a dark stain on her panty which proved to him that showing off her body was a sexual turn on for her. He enjoyed the fact that she was becoming an exhibitionist as he was a voyeur by nature. The picture he'd taken of Janice earlier wasn't his only one of his neighbor. He'd secretly taken many shots of her from his upstairs window, even jerked off while taking pictures of her sunbathing in a small bikini. Now that he had a wife willingly showing off for his camera had his dick hard all the time. Bill zoomed in on her pubic strip, snapping a picture that captured her aroused clit sticking out.

"Let me show you how wet," she said. Bill stepped forwards and Donna yanked his shorts down under his crotch. Unsurprisingly, his rock-hard penis sprang up. Donna couldn't help being impressed by its size. Bill was nearly six and a half inches long and it was as swollen as it ever got, looking like he might pop at any moment. She squeezed his ass cheeks, pulling him closer. His hard prick ran up her face as she let her tongue lick up the underside.

"That's it, baby, give Lil' Billy a kiss," he said, taking a picture of his wife kissing his penis while looking up at him. Soon she was sucking the head between her full lips. He was completely shocked that she was allowing him to take pictures of her blowing him. Things were going a little further every time he took pictures of her. A sexy sun dress had led to a one-piece suit becoming a two-piece than a bikini and she'd allowed the first topless shots last week, but with her hands covering her areola. Today, he'd not only gotten pictures of her fully nude but also sucking his prick. He prayed, she'd let him video them fucking soon.

Donna sucked while looking up at him. She kissed his prick and fell back, spreading her legs. Bill couldn't take it anymore and set his camera down, climbing on the bed. He bent his dick down, lining it up with her pussy. "Damn! You are wet," he said, rubbing the head along her slit.

"Looks like showing off my new body turns me on," she said, moaning as the grape-sized tip of her husband's big prick pushed inside her.

"Well it sure beats only having sex in the dark," he said, staring at her hot nude form as he buried his dick in her wet pussy. Bill fell on top of her. Embarrassingly, having sex in the dark had been a lot better for his stamina. He only lasted three thrusts staring at her hot body in the light. "CCUMMINGG!" he groaned his penis twitching, shooting his semen into his wife. Bill collapsed on her. "Sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay Bill," she said, patting his shoulder. "I like that I turn you on so much, you lose control." But it wasn't okay. She was horny as a female cat in heat and if things didn't change, she'd be buying a dildo to take care of her needs. She looked over his shoulder at their wedding picture on the bureau and the much chubbier version of herself staring back at her. Overweight Donna was always insecure about her weight, never feeling attractive, and subsequently not having much of a sex drive. The new improved Donna was horny all the time and could have fucked her husband twice a day.

Afterward, Donna was hoping Bill would roll over and fall asleep so she could masturbate, but Bill ended up taking his laptop out and uploading today's pictures. She laid on her side, facing him, pretending to read on her tablet, but instead, she was browsing through little pink dildos. She wasn't quite ready to purchase one, but it was good to know the option was there.

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Donna and Bill had taken off for a few days mostly so that he could play with his new camera. Donna was his favorite subject, but today they planned a little drive to take some wildlife and landscape pictures. So, Donna was surprised to see a present waiting for her on the dresser. This usually meant a new sexy outfit making her assume there'd be no day trip today. Or possibly, he wanted her posing out in public. He'd done some shots of her in a sundress walking through a field of sunflowers, in her bikini under a waterfall, and wearing a cowboy hat with a tied up plaid shirt in a pasture beside a horse. He'd written a nice note as he usually did. It read; For my beautiful wife. Beside it under the ribbon was a single rose. This wasn't usual and she guessed he wanted to push her boundaries. Though after yesterday, they were running out of boundaries to push. She opened the lid.

You've got to be kidding me, she thought while holding up the thong panty. The new bikini was purple and skimpier than her blue bikini. The blue bikini was skimpy enough she'd only worn it in her best friend Jenny's backyard and never in public. This purple one was even smaller.

Donna shook her head but started stripping her clothes off. At some point, she'd need to lay down the law with her husband, but she wasn't about to turn him down yet. Plus, it was flattering to have a husband so proud of his wife's looks and she found all the attention her figure was getting her to be a turn on.

Donna walked outside with a towel wrapped around her body. Bill was tinkering with his camera. The tripod was set up already. "Seriously Bill," she asked hands on her hips.

He grinned knowing her indignation was feigned. "Aw come on Donna. I'm sure you look sexy as fuck." He attached his camera to the tripod, aiming it as his wife as she tossed the towel aside. "Yikes!"

"I know," she said, spinning around. "This thing's barely legal." The little purple triangles were little more than nipple covers on her big breasts. The panty was low, and her bare ass looked glorious. "The things I do for you."

"Thanks, babe, there's no one around."

"At least Janice isn't in her yard." Donna looked over the fence. The Silversteins were the only neighbors who could see into their backyard. They were nice neighbors, but older and they didn't associate much. Dr. Silverstein was a workaholic like her friend Jenny's husband.

Bill felt his dick twitch when he looked down at his wife on the screen. She looked stunning and was incredibly photogenic like she was a born model. Hopefully, yesterday was just a start. He wanted a whole series of nudes of her and more sex pictures. His fantasies didn't stop with pictures either. He wanted a porn of them fucking. Something they could look at when they were older to remember their youth. The problem was that a static mounted camera wouldn't make a good movie. Ideally, he'd need someone willing to film Bill and his wife. He had some drinking buddies that would be more than willing, but Donna would never go for it.

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The Stanford & Son work van pulled up on the street. Mark and his son got out and began unloading the truck. Jerome was already shirtless with a slick sheen of sweat from doing several lawns already that day. He had a do-rag on his bald pate to keep the sweat from pouring in his eyes. Mark was wearing overalls. "I'll start the Silversteins," said the old man.

"I'll start the Millers," said Jerome happily, and hoping to catch a glimpse of the wife in her bikini again. Donna was one fine white wife and the only thing she was missing was a black cock slipping in and out of her tight white cunt.

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"Lean against the tree and arch your back."

Click!

Donna did as she was told, the bikini straining to hold her breasts as she arched her back, looking over her shoulder at her husband.

Click!

Donna turned leaning against the tree. Click! She lifted a leg, bent her knee, putting her foot against the bark. Click! She ran her hands through her hair, lifting it up and looking sultry. Click! Click! Click! There was a rustling behind her in the bushes. Her head turned. "YIKES!" she cried as the shirtless black giant appeared. Jerome had a bag of mulch over one strong shoulder and some equipment in his other hand. Donna bent over, one hand covering her panty, her other arms held across her breasts. She made a dash for her towel, grabbing it and holding it in front of her while facing the huge black man.

Jerome dropped what he was carrying. "Sorry, Mrs. Miller," he apologized.

Donna grinned bashfully. "It's okay Jerome. You startled me. That's all."

Bill wasn't paying any attention to his wife's blushing cheeks or her embarrassment. He was totally taken in by the shirtless black man. This guy is huge, he thought. Jerome was a perfectly sculpted black Adonis. "Who's this?"

"Bill, this is Jerome. Mark the gardener's son," said Donna introducing them.

"Nice to meet you," said Bill, holding his hand out. Jerome took it and Bill could feel the strength in the man's grip. He fought not to wince.

"We'll go inside so you can get your work done," said Donna, noticing how Bill was staring at Jerome's chest. She had to pull her husband away from the black man wondering what was going on in Bill's head. He was totally racist and totally straight, but he looked enraptured staring at the black man's torso.

They went back inside while Jerome got to work. Posing, as it always did had Donna horny and ready for some dick. She hated to admit that getting caught by the black man had triggered her exhibitionist tendencies. Her nipples were hard as rocks and her pussy was dripping. She wanted to fuck right there in the dining room, but Bill was watching Jerome through his camera's lens. Donna crossed her legs and pulled a nipple out of her cup. She pinched it, but Bill was riveted on the black man. "What ya thinkin?" she asked, wishing he'd just come fuck her.

"I was wondering if Jerome would pose for me," said Bill, totally unaware of his wife's needs at that moment. "That nigger is clearly a bodybuilder." Click! Click! "Probably got pumped up in jail," said Bill, chuckling.

"He just got out," said Donna, but Bill wasn't paying her any attention. He'd found a male subject to photograph. His photography teacher wanted the students to use models of both sexes.

Bill put his camera down and walked back outside. "I'm gonna go ask him."

"But what about me, Bill? Bill?" she watched her husband step outside and walk over to the giant black man. Shit, he ain't even listening.

"Sorry, if I embarrassed your wife," said Jerome, watching Bill come towards him and wondering if he was about to get fired. Jerome went back to trimming some branches on the tree.

"She's fine," said Bill. "But you may have noticed she was posing for me and the tripod set up over there. I'm taking photography classes and looking for subjects. Would you be interested? Strictly an amateur. I've only shot my wife, but I'd love a male subject."

Jerome's eyes narrowed. He'd noticed the way the wimp was eyeballing him. "I'm no fag," he grunted. At least not since he got out of prison. He'd made some white boys in jail, suck and jerk his cock off. Now that he was out of the joint, he was pussy only.

"God no. Nothing like that." Bill was a little taken aback. "Just some shirtless shots, flexing your muscles. I'll pay you a hundred bucks."

Jerome turned and glared down at the little man. His eyes flickered up, catching a glimpse of Bill's sexpot wife peaking at them behind the sliding glass door. He looked back down at the white boy, a smile spreading across his lips. "Sure, I'll pose for ya."

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Donna saw Bill's smile and knew the answer before she asked the question. She followed him downstairs to their basement that Bill had turned into a studio. She tightened the towel wrapped around her body. "What did he say?"

"He's gonna pose when he finishes helping his dad." Bill attached his camera to the tripod aimed at the wall. He had a tropical beach scene screen on the wall that he'd purchased mostly as a backdrop for taking pictures of Donna in her bikini.

Donna tried to calm herself. She really didn't like the idea of having Jerome in her house. She could see him through the basement window outside talking to his dad in Janice's front yard. Jerome was holding his fist up, thumb out towards her house. Mark was waving him off. Bill was happily humming as he made sure his studio was set up and everything was ready for his new subject. Her friend Jenny was pretty conservative but didn't seem to realize she was racist and Bill wasn't shy using the "N" word, but Donna felt she was a good progressives and felt guilty that she didn't want the black man in her house. She convinced herself she wouldn't want a white ex-convict in her house either which was true. She glanced back out the window, Jerome was gone, and Mark was pushing his mower. "I don't want some thug ex-con in my house, Bill," she stated, putting her foot down.

"HE'S WHAT?" Bill looked up from his viewfinder in alarm.

Donna raised an eyebrow and stamped her foot. "I tried to tell you that earlier."

"I'll call it off." Bill prepared to head upstairs but could hear Jerome at the top of the stairs. "Too late, here he comes," he whispered, now concerned that the black man had just let himself inside through the sliding glass door.

Donna gulped, staring up at the giant form of the black man, looming up above them at the top of the stairs. He slowly came down the steps, his broad muscular chest taking up the whole stairwell. She was filled with foreboding, some instinct telling her that this was a horrible idea.

"Where do ya want me?" said Jerome.

"Over there in front of the landscape," said Bill. Shit! He does look like a convict, thought Bill. Jerome was shirtless with a tan overall, unhooked and hanging over his waist. His do-rag and scowl made him look like the stereotype of the angry black man. I'll just take a few shots and tell him to leave, thought Bill, his own reservations growing as he stared at Jerome. Still, the black man was a perfect physical representation of the masculine form and he would make a great subject.

"I'm ready," grunted Jerome, arms crossed impatiently. His angry expression turned to a smug grin at both Millers' nervousness in his presence.

"I'll be upstairs, honey," said Donna. And near a phone in case I need to call the police, she thought.

"Don't leave on my account, Mrs. Miller," said Jerome. Damn! He'd been hoping to strip down in front of her. Let her see what a real man's cock looked like. He watched her walk up the stairs, trying to catch a glimpse of her bare ass under the hem of the towel wrapped around her luscious body. He failed to get a good glimpse, his eyes lowering and falling on stacks of pictures on a nearby table. He walked over and picked up the first stack. "Your wife sure is hot, Mr. Miller," he stated, going through the bikini pictures that Bill had taken yesterday.

"She sure is," said Bill proudly. He didn't mind Jerome going through the pictures. He planned on showing Donna's modeling shots off to his photography classmates and buddies. He had remembered to take out her nudes, hadn't he? SHIT! "Wait, Jerome, those are private."

Jerome stared at Donna in the blue bikini on the bed, but the picture under it was better. Donna topless, with the panty falling off to show off her thin red line of pubic hair. A landing strip just like he'd shaved on Jenny Richardson's crotch. "Oh, sorry Mr. Miller," he lied, his cock swelling as her took in Donna's nude body. He moved to the next picture as Bill was coming over to stop him. The next picture showed Donna with her tongue on a pathetic little white penis while looking sexily up at the camera. Dayumn, that's a little white prick. Mrs. Miller's must be starving for a real man's cock, he thought, an idea starting to form in his head.

Bill flushed when he saw the picture Jerome was staring at. "Don't tell my wife you saw these. She'd kill me."

"No problem," answered Jerome. "Where do you want me?"

"Over by the screen. Pose like you're in the Mr. Universe contest. I want to capture your muscular definition and then you can get out of here. Shouldn't take long." Bill bent down, watching Jerome through the viewfinder. He focused in, snapping a torso shot. Jerome had an amazing body, better then any male Bill had seen outside of television. His abdominals were more of an eight pack than a traditional six. Bill was a normal sized man and Jerome's bicep looked to be as big around as Bill's waist. He was torn between wanting to get this thug ex-con out of his house and taking more pictures of this flawless male specimen. Jerome seemed to have the same photogenic qualities that Donna had. The camera loved him.

"Those pictures of your wife sure were hot," said Jerome.

Bill snapped some more pictures. "Thanks. She recently lost a lot of weight and likes me taking pictures of her new body." Jerome turns, posing sideways while Bill snapped away. "Alright, that should be good. Thanks for doing this." Bill straightened up, stretching his back.

Jerome turned his back to Bill. "No take some more shots man," he said, bending over.

Bill fiddled with his camera. "That's okay, but if you're interested. I'm taking a photography class and I bet they'd love a model with your physique. Probably pay better than me." He looked up, eyes widening to see Jerome pulling his pants down. "What are you doing?" His eyes were focused on Jerome's black briefs. For the briefest second, he thought the black man had taken a dump in his underwear, but as Jerome bent further down, the bulge between his legs took on rounder forms. Something was forcing his testicles back between his legs as he bent down, but his balls looked more suited for a bull than a man. Each looked bigger than tennis balls.