Copyright 2023 by Stormbringer
A South Florida Universe Story
"Are you trying to peek under my robe?"
Henry Gale flushed a little and jerked his head back. He was finishing having his breakfast at the table and Gabby was standing at the sink rinsing her dishes. "Ya caught me, luv," he replied, grinning.
"Well Henry," she replied, turning around. "All you had to do was ask." She tugged on the cloth belt and held her robe open, giving her husband a good look.
"Bloody hell," muttered Henry, staring at his wife's body. Gabby was wearing a blue bikini. It would have been skimpy on a normal woman's figure, but Gabby was gifted with a buxom jiggly body and her EE breasts looked like they were trying to burst out of her top. "You're wearing that out!"
Gabby's cheeks turned rosy. She'd never been one for showing off her body. Her figure drove men crazy and she'd spent most of her 25 years trying to hide it. It had been easy back home in Wellington with its milder climate, a little harder in Sydney, and later Brisbane when she moved in with Henry, but near impossible in this pit of hell known as Miami, Florida. They'd arrived in the States last July and Gabby had nearly passed out when the heat hit her. Worse, her body thought it was winter since the seasons were reversed in the Southern Hemisphere.
She quickly learned that if she didn't want to get heat stroke, she had to pack away her slacks, sweaters, and jackets and replace them with shorts, sleeveless halters, and swimsuits. The more flesh she had on display, the more male stares she got. Gabby was quite lovely and got plenty of attention from the opposite sex. She had dark brown hair that fell halfway down her back, a pert nose, cute dimples when she smiled, and sparkling eyes clearer than the ocean blue water off Miami Beach. Men were mesmerized by her eyes unable to look away until she lost her bulky clothes and the stares moved down to her tits. Henry's workmates were all smitten with her from her beauty to her body to her Kiwi accent. She had to admit all their adoring stares were somewhat flattering.
Gabby's body wasn't even all that impressive for Miami. She saw plenty of women with big tits on Miami Beach, but their tits appeared a lot firmer and had less jiggle than Gabby's naturally big beauties. She finally answered her husband. "Roni helped me pick it out for her pool. I'm only wearing it next door to Roni's. She's been wanting me to try out Dre's dick for a while now."
Henry got up from the table and carried his dishes to the sink. "That black wankers got a great dick. He won't be there will he?"
"I don't think so. Just me and Roni sunbathing and taking a dip."
"Good. He's a sick cunt, right full of himself he is."
The last time the Gales had gone over to Veronica's backyard for a barbecue, Dre had just started building her new deck. They'd been shocked to see that their neighbor, Veronica Mueller's new boyfriend was in Henry's words, "As black as an aborigine covered in tar on a moonless night."
Andre was African-black and standing by the barbecue shirtless, his rock-hard stomach and chest rippling with muscles covered in sweat. He was the only one of the four that didn't seem bothered by the heat. Andre "Handy Andy" Mabuza was from Mozambique and seemed at home in the heat. "Fancy some shrimp on the Barbie, mate," said Dre, his fake Australian accent sounding weird mixing with his Afro-Portuguese accent. "Sorry, we ain't got no bloomin' onions."
"What's a blooming onion?" asked Henry, immediately disliking the dark-skinned black men.
"You know, from the outback."
"There ain't no onions blooming in the outback, mate."
"Never mind. How about a burger?"
Gabby's attention was going from the African to Roni. Roni was staring at him like she was totally in love and they'd just met last week. Handy Andy had come over to give her an estimate on building her deck and had never left. Previously, she'd been a little flirty with Gabby's hunky Aussie husbands, but now Roni was barely acknowledging Henry.
Roni Mueller was oddly enough, the only American of the four of them. She was gorgeous with short blond hair that fell to her collar bones, a cute little upthrust nose, and icy blue eyes like Gabby's. She was wearing a black bikini top and cut-off jean shorts with the button open and the zipper down revealing the black bikini panty underneath. She was fitter and less curvy than Gabby with a harder flat stomach and large D-cup breasts on her torso. Large nipples were currently poking out through the bikini. Gabby lost her smile when she noticed Henry's gaze flicker down to their neighbor's very prominent headlights. Gabby and Roni had become friends fast. Roni was a nurse, but Gabby thought she could have been a model. Roni laughed but said both their bodies were more suited for a stripper's pole than modeling and apparently, stripping was how Roni had paid for nursing school. She even confessed to making more money as an exotic dancer than as a nurse. Each of the women was envious of the other's figure and Roni swore that Gabby could have broken six figures dancing at an upper-class club.
Gabby turned her attention back to Dre and caught him staring at her breasts. Her brow furrowed, but he didn't look away. He just smiled a toothy white grin and winked at her. Dre was not a handsome man. If anything, he was downright ugly with a broad flat African nose and large flaring nostrils. He had big lips and deep-set eyes. She could not understand what Roni was doing with the black man unless she liked big muscles. At 6'3" he was 9" taller than Roni and 8" taller than Gabby. He had a thin waist with a flat stomach and prominent abdominals that she had to admit were impressive. His chest expanded outward and up to broad shoulders with muscle-bound arms and huge biceps.
Gabby cornered Roni and got her to admit that Dre wasn't much to look at. "But his equipment gets the job done," she replied with a smirk. Gabby understood what she met. It said so right on the side of Dre's work van. HANDY ANDY'S HANDYMAN SERVICES: My equipment will get the job done. Gabby lost a little respect for her new friend when Roni confessed that Andy's estimate on the deck had been too high for her, but he'd offered her a discount if she blew him. Gabby gasped. "And a bigger discount if I fucked him."
"How much is it going to cost you?"
Roni smiled. "Free, but I've been paying for it every night since. Jesus, Gabby, his cock's a foot long."
Gabby lost all respect for Roni at the thought she'd fucked a black man for a free deck and made excuses not to come over much after that barbecue. It wasn't easy, they'd become friends fast and had been growing closer until the black man had moved in. She'd be at her desk upstairs writing her novel and watching a shirtless Dre Mabuza carrying planks around the side of the house slowly becoming annoyed by his hammering. She spoke with him once after the barbecue. She'd been outside watering the garden wearing a backless and stomach-baring blue crop top with a short matching skirt when Dre had come up behind her. "Where are your little ones?"
Gabby jumped. "Dre, you startled me." She waited. He didn't apologize. "What do you mean?" she asked, feeling uncomfortable. She was wearing less than she had at the barbecue and he was staring at her more intensely. While she found her husband's coworkers fawning stares flattering, other male stares were often predatory, so she preferred covering up. Andre's stare wasn't flattering.
"All your babies."
