White Wife's Blac Study Partner

Author's note -- It's been a while since I published White Wife's Black Study Partner, and I've been asked by several readers what happened between Bailey and I after that first chapter.

For those of you who haven't read it, this is a true experience of mine from when I was an undergrad in Boston and my first time with a white wife. I was 19, she was in her early forties. It will behoove you to check out the first chapter if you want to understand the context.

Part 2:

I had just turned 20 during the summer between my sophomore year and junior year of college. Bailey and I had been going hot and heavy for a few months since that night in her home and we thoroughly enjoying each other's company both physically as well as intellectually.

She was smart and fun to be around, and the sex was incredible. She was both ambitious as well as an energetic lover and we saw each other whenever her husband was out of town on business and even during the occasion "night out" after our class together.

But at some point, Bailey must have said or done something that got Rick suspicious, and he started checking up on her more often, questioning her whereabouts, checking her clothing, going through her phone. She was becoming more and more worried that he was going to discover her secret and despite our best efforts, her nerves were fried, and she made the decision to stop seeing me. As exciting as the affair was to her, she didn't want to risk her marriage or the "normal" life she had when she wasn't with me.

So, It didn't surprise me that as soon as the semester was over, Bailey stopped coming to school and on the rare occasion that she would text me, she would tell me how much she missed our time together but hoped I'd understand. One of the last texts I received from her told me that Rick's job had transferred him again and that they were moving out of the Boston area and headed to the Midwest.

After she was gone, I would get an occasional 😊 face text message saying she was thinking of me and hoped I was doing okay, but after a few months, even those texts got less frequent until I didn't hear from her again for the rest of the year and figured she was out of my life forever.

So, it came as a total surprise when in June of my sophomore year, I got a text from her:

"Hi Stranger...remember me?"

I looked down at my phone -- her smiling face in that little plaid skirt and black sweater that was saved in my contacts and those AMAZING legs looking up at me with that sweet southern innocence. I groaned and felt myself get hard...

I wasn't sure if her husband had gotten hold of her phone and was texting pretending he was her, so I played it cool.

"Hey Bailey -- long time...everything okay?

Typing bubble.... typing....typing...typing...

Finally, "Everything is good...well at least for me.... A friend of mine from another class just lost her husband to a heart attack. I'm flying back to Boston on Friday morning for the funeral and to support her."

My heart started beating faster.

I said, "Oh? I'm sorry for your friend's loss -- so you and Rick will be in town?"

Bailey sent back a ha-ha and said that Rick didn't have a sentimental bone in his body and wouldn't spend a dime on a flight for someone he didn't know and that she'd be coming in alone until she had to leave on Monday.

Then she said, "The funeral is Friday afternoon. Would you like to get together and have dinner with me Friday night and catch up?"

I told her that I'd love to "catch up" with her and asked if she needed a ride from Logan Airport.

Bailey sent back a smiley face and a kiss emoji and told me what a sweet boy I was, but that she needed the rental car for the funeral. She told me she'd be at Yotel Boston on down on the waterfront and would let me know when she was available.

"So, Mr. Mechanic...may I treat you to dinner and possibly dessert on Friday night?"

I smiled at the mechanic reference, remembering that's how I was listed on her phone. I told her I'd be delighted to spend some time with her and told her that I heard the dessert is exceptional.

I got back a wink emoji and then, "See you Friday!"

The rest of the week was a blur. I still had a million questions I wanted to ask her about what happened between her husband and her and why she felt the need to stop seeing me, but I assumed she'd catch me up when she could talk.

Friday morning, I got a text saying she had landed at Logan and picked up her rental car and was on the way to the service. She asked if I could talk, and I told her I'd love to hear her voice.

My phone rang and like Pavloff's dog, I started to figuratively drool when I saw it was her.

"Hey, Bailey...." I said, "How was your flight?"

I heard a laugh and then that unmistakable southern accent.

"Hey, Ryan...Flight was fine, boring -- sat next to a guy who kept flirting with me and trying to look down my shirt...guessing he would have been disappointed with the 'girls' -- they haven't gotten any bigger since the last time I saw you...ha ha."

I smiled to myself -- Bailey had a very nice b cup with very responsive nipples, but she thought she was too small breasted. Truth be told, everything about her was petite and that's the way I liked it. Her smallish breasts, slender waist, tight little ass, lean legs and a tight little married white pussy that made my black cock ache just thinking about her.

"How long is your ride to the service? Got time to catch me up?" I asked.

I heard a heavy sigh through the phone and the din of the traffic on 1A. She said to hang on -- that she was going into Sumner Tunnel and might lose me. She said she'd call back if she did.

I told her I'd be here and then asked her what was going on with Rick. She sighed again and said that after the first time at her house, things started to fall apart a little bit, that she screwed up and made him suspect her of cheating... and then the line went dead.

My heart started beating faster and I started to feel the guilt building. Bailey wasn't the first white woman I had been with, but she was the first married white wife I had slept with. I stared at the phone waiting for it to ring again. When it finally did, I answered on the first ring with a thousand questions.

"So, Rick got suspicious after that night at your house? How did he know? What did he say?" I was talking a mile a minute -- so sorry that I had gotten her in trouble or affected her marriage in any way.

I heard Bailey chuckle..." Ryan, honey, it's okay -- you didn't do anything wrong...this is on me. After that night we spent together at my place, I was so ga-ga out of it that I didn't completely clean up our secret before Rick got home. He found a pair of VERY soaked satin tap pants under the bed. I mean, they were dry by the time he got home but were stained with both of our juices from that night and I'm sure if he held them up to his nose, he would have gotten a whiff of very hot and heavy sex on them."

I caught my breath and then said, "Oh, my God, Bailey...what did you say or do?"

Bailey dropped her voice a little before she spoke. "Well, Ryan...I did what any good Christian Southern girl would do -- I turned on the charm, grabbed them out of his hand and said, 'There they are! I was wondering why I could find them when I was doing wash!' And then I turned and walked out of the room, determined to end the conversation right then and there."

She continued, "But Ryan, he was onto me like a bloodhound...followed me right into the laundry room and watched as I threw the tap pants in the washing machine and turned on the hot water, hoping he would get distracted until I could get the smell and stain out..."

"I thought I got away with it at first because he didn't say anything but then as I turned to walk away, I heard him clear his throat, which he always does when he's about to say something nasty and it drives me crazy. And then he said, "When did you wear those? Why did you wear those? I haven't seen those on you in years!"

Bailey must have heard me utter something through the phone because she laughed and told me it was okay.

She said, "I had to think fast -- I thought back to the night he called drunk, and I asked him if he remembered what he said that night? The night he was out drinking with the boys and wanted to face-time with me?"

I told her I remembered that night -- she was sucking my cock balls deep when he called, and she begged him off... told him it was three in the morning, and he should go to bed...that it was an early morning for both of them.

Bailey said that Rick had a confused look on his face and then a bit of recognition as he remembered the conversation. At least parts of it.

She said, "I told him that I would put on something sexy for him and would masturbate while he listened if he was a good boy... And then I acted as though I was mad for him not remembering me taking care of myself as he was listening to it all happening!"

I laughed which made her laugh.... Then I said, "So what happened?"

Bailey said that no respectable southern gentleman would ever say he wasn't listening to his wife for ANY reason and so he went along with it even though it was all BS.

Bailey said, "But, even though I dodged that bullet, it put the idea in his head that something else might be going on. I don't lie often to Rick, but when I do, he can usually tell. And so, for the next month or two, I was under surveillance with him checking my phone or seeing that my underwear was moved around in the drawer. He asked me where I was on several occasions, and it seemed prudent to stop going to class. So, I'm sorry that I ghosted you, Ryan. But it was for our own good. If I continued to see you or text you, he would have surely found out."

I said nothing but nodded to no one in particular at my end of the conversation.

Finally, I said, "Wow, Bailey -- that explains everything...was the job move part of getting you away from this area and whatever threat he was feeling?"

Bailey smiled and said, "I always thought you were smart, Ryan -- the same thought crossed my mind. Too much of a coincidence, right? A month after he found the tap pants, we packed our bags and started moving halfway across the country. Whatever he perceived that night must have been a pretty big threat to his manhood."

She continued, "So anyhow, with me out of school, in a new town, not knowing anyone there, it was a fresh start for both of us. I would have thought the idea of me coming back here for the funeral would have made him nervous, but I guess enough time has passed that he doesn't see a threat for me coming here by myself for a few days, especially since it's to comfort an old friend."

I asked her what her plans were while she was back in Boston.... I got a long "Wellllllllll," with a southern accent and she said that she hoped to catch up with her girlfriend for a New York minute but wondered if I wanted to hang out with her for a bit of the time she was back in town?

I assured her that I've cleared my schedule through her visit and to just let me know when she was available. She assured me she would let me know -- that the service was at two in the afternoon back to the girlfriend's house by four and probably be checked into her hotel room by six.

Bailey said, "So, Ryan...will you be my dinner date around 7PM?"

I told her I'd love to meet her for dinner if she made a reservation. I said I'd be in the hotel bar by seven and would see her whenever she got there. Bailey said she'd take care of things and would text me when she was headed down from her room to the restaurant.

After we hung up, I showered and changed into a black button-down shirt, tan pants and a sports jacket and left a little around six for the Yotel. When I got there, it was still a little early, so I took a walk around the harbor area and then headed to the restaurant bar called Deck 12.

I showed my fake ID to the bartender and ordered a Jamison neat. I was overlooking the harbor from the spectacular view of the rooftop bar when I heard three girls chatting and laughing by one of the small tables -- they looked to be mid to late 20's -- I saw two wedding rings -- cute but typical snowflakes. They were looking over my way and talking among themselves...seemed that it wasn't their first drink of the evening.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bailey enter the restaurant. From the first day I met her, she had the ability to take my breath away. She was petite, tiny as a matter of fact, but she carried herself with a air of confidence and intelligence. The first night I saw her, I thought she was the professor of my new class -- not because she was older than me, but because she just exuded a certainly about herself.

Bailey was wearing a white button-down blouse with a short black jacket and a very modest black skirt and heels... I remembered that she was at the funeral earlier, but thought she'd have time to change. Evidently things ran longer than she anticipated.

I rose and closed the distance between us to give her a hug. She squeezed me tightly, her head pressed against my chest and her arms around my waist. I felt her shudder and hear her sigh....

"Hello, my friend!" she said. "It's so nice to see you again...it's been too long!"

I smiled and leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. The action was not lost on the girls at the table, and I swear I heard one of them curse.

I led Bailey over to the high-top table I was sitting at and helped her up on the seat before taking mine across from her. I reached over and took her by the hand, looking deep into her eyes.

"You lost weight...!" I said, laughing...." I didn't think it was possible for you to be more petite than you already were, but you have...Don't get me wrong, It looks amazing on you...you look very healthy."

Bailey laughed and held her arms up into a comical muscle.

She said, "Why thank you for noticing, my friend! Yes, I've joined a gym near my new home, and I've been working with a trainer for several months now. He's gotten me in better condition than I've been since I was a teenager. I do have more energy and have gotten back into running. My trainer, Damon is a ruthless and sadistic coach who I think enjoys hearing me cry."

I laughed, "Damon huh? Is your new trainer black, per chance?"

Bailey grinned and admitted that he was.

"Your husband is okay with that, I assume?"

Bailey pursed her lips and said "Um, Rick doesn't know anything about me working with a trainer, so no, he doesn't know anything other than I go to the gym."

I decided to tease her a little. "So, did you hand pick your trainer?"

Bailey smiled but shook her head.

"No, he was assigned to me. I don't think either of us is complaining too much though. Aside from his sadistic tendencies to make me all I can be, I enjoy his sense of humor, and he's made it clear that he enjoys the eye candy."

I laughed, "Oh, is your trainer hitting on my girl?"

Bailey winked and said, "Oh, I'm YOUR girl now, am I? A little jealous, Mr. Tyler?"

I told her of course I was jealous...and envious that some other guy was seeing more of her than I had in months...

Bailey leaned over and kissed me gently. "Order me a glass of wine, kind sir and we'll catch up...I need to use the ladies room."

I watched Bailey slide off her stool and as she did, her skirt rode up her toned legs, making me hard. As she disappeared into the bathroom, I thought to myself that I WAS jealous -- this guy was probably touching her all over in the name of fitness -- Bailey had the hard body now and was still both stylish and very feminine.

I walked over to the bar to order her wine and saw the trio of women get up simultaneously to go into the ladies room. I laughed and asked the bartender why women always went to the bathroom together and got a shrug and a wink.

Bailey was in the stall when she heard the girls enter. They were laughing and chatting furiously among themselves as they adjusted their makeup.

One of them said to the other two, "Mmmmm -- she's a lucky one all right -- God, I'd love to have that hot chocolate between my thighs right now."

One of the other girls cackled and smacked her arm before reminding her she was married.

"What would Greg say if he heard you lusting after some young black kid?"

The first woman laughed and said, "He'd probably divorce me and then I could do whatever I wanted..."

Bailey waited a few seconds to see if they would leave and then decided to exit the stall. The women clearly didn't know she was there and as soon as she got to the sinks to wash her hands, the conversation went quite still.

Then, doubling down, the blonde leaned over and said to her, "We were just talking about your guy...he's quite the stud! Do you mind telling us how you met?"

Bailey looked at their reflections in the mirror and debated on how to answer them. Finally, drying her hands, she turned and leaned against the counter facing them.

"We met in college -- he was my study partner."

One of the girls got a confused look on her face and then said, "Your study partner? Um, aren't you older than him?"

Bailey nodded and explained that she came back to school once her kids were grown to finish her degree and basically told the girls that he pursued her.

The brunette smiled and said, "Do you mind if we ask...is it true what they say about black guys?"

Bailey played dumb and asked the girl what she had heard.

The brunette lowered both her eyes and her voice and said, "You know...are they really as big as you hear? Are they amazing in bed?"

Bailey nodded and in her best southern accent said, "Well ladies, you and I know that there's more to sex than a big black cock and we're all pretty tiny here...sometimes eight inches and thick is painful. Luckily for me, he's also got an amazing tongue and I'm pretty wet by the time we get to doing the dirty. But you know even after the third time in a night, it can get pretty old...."

The girls' eyes were as big as saucers and Bailey knew they believed everything she said. The third woman, also married, finally heard enough and spoke up. "Oh my god.... really? How did you land this guy?"

Bailey assured them that she didn't land anyone and reminded them that he pursued her and not the other way around and that she told him in no uncertain terms that if he wanted to continue to get her little white ass, he better put a ring on it.

The girls gasped and Bailey held up her left hand showing her wedding rings.

She turned to them and said, "Now if you 'all will excuse me, I need to get back to him...but first..."

They looked dumbfounded as Bailey leaned against the counter and slid a hand between her legs and peeled her thong off in front of them and put it in her purse. Then she walked past them with a grin on her face and made her way back to where I was waiting with her wine.

I saw that she had a silly grin on her face and was bright red.

"Everything alright?"

Bailey smiled and took my hand and slid it up between her thighs so that I could feel her very damp, very smooth, very hot white pussy for a second. She reached into her purse and pulled out her thong and whispered in my ear.

"You might want to put them away somewhere..."

I smiled and said that I couldn't wait for dessert but asked what prompted that?

Bailey said, "You've got some admirers...I just wanted them to understand that you were mine..."

I shook my head -- I'll never understand women. Just then the three girls came out of the bathroom and made their way back to their table, each of them smiling -- the last one looked down between my legs and gave me a little wink.

I turned to Bailey, laughed and said, "I feel so cheap.... what did you say to them??"

Bailey leaned over and told me that she just explained the laws of nature and that she hoped that someday she'd have a lover as hot as me."