The Black Swingers Next Door
by Buster2U
Warning // Cuck Shit // Warning // Cuck Shit // Warning // Cuck Shit
My name is Jeremy Jackson, but my friends just call me Bubba. My wife Jenny and I are both from Mississippi, but we live in Silicon Valley now because that is where the jobs are and where the money is these days.
Jenny and I grew up pretty close to each other as neighbors and knew each other all our lives. We used to have little adventures catching crawdads, guppies, and frogs for fun on our way home from school. We have always been friends and always just figured we would get married someday when we grew up.
I seemed to have a natural talent for fixing computers after I took a couple of classes. It just seemed so easy for me to figure out what I needed to do to make them work right and ended up fixing all the ones belonging to my family and friends, and I really enjoyed it.
So, I took more classes, all the classes on computers that I could find. I knew that was the kind of work I wanted to do for a career. They say it isn't work, if you enjoy doing it.
Jenny wanted to mostly be a housewife, but since times were tough anymore, she decided to learn how to be a bookkeeper and easily got jobs doing simple bookkeeping at several small companies back home before we left. This was a good fit for her since she is very shy and she doesn't care to meet a lot of folks usually.
When I got hired at a computer company back home, they offered me a big raise if I transferred to Silicon Valley. We talked it over, and Jenny thought it sounded exciting to get out of our small town and move to the big city, so we did. The company helped pay for all the moving expenses, so off we went!
With the bonus I got for moving, we were able to use it for the down payment on a nice house in Morgan Hill, just out of San Jose about another half hour's commute on the 101 highway. It was much nicer than our apartment back home. Our new place even has 'air conditioning' which we have never had before. This was considered almost out in the country for where we were, but it was still like the big city to us.
We were able to quickly move in and start getting our home set up. It is in a quiet neighborhood that we like. Not many neighbors, lots of privacy. and even on a cul de sac where 5 homes are on a large circled street. We didn't know anyone so it was pretty lonely at first, for Jenny, while I went to work.
Jenny was able to find a part-time job, doing bookkeeping at the feed store within walking distance from our home, and that helped keep her busy while I went to work in Sunnyvale, a long commute each way from our home.
I knew that I was going to be required to 'go on the road' soon, so I wanted to make sure Jenny had access to whatever she needed and that our home life was all set up before I had to leave.
A normal day before I 'went on the road' was working 7 am to almost 7 pm, Monday through Friday. We quickly realized that this was rough with so long of a commute, especially with Jenny being alone so much and not knowing anyone to talk to.
It wasn't long until Jenny brought home some vegetable seeds from her work and planted a vegetable garden in our big unfenced backyard. She loved to work out in the sun every day and started to look a little less pale than her usual self. I didn't mind at all.
One day, the next-door neighbor, Jasmine, stopped by to introduce herself to Jenny and since they are both in their 20s they quickly became best friends. Jasmine explained how all the soil in this area is very good for planting almost anything and that Jenny should expect an excellent harvest.
I was so happy to hear that Jenny had a friend. I just knew that this would help keep her from being so lonely all the time. It wasn't long before Jasmine took Jenny shopping with her. You know how women love playing dress up with all different kinds of clothes.
"What do you think, Jenny? How does this top look on me?" said Jasmine.
"It looks ok, but I can see your nipples through your blouse, but they seem to look funny." said a confused Jenny.
"Ha, those are my nipple rings showing silly! I have my nipples pierced and wear rings through them to help show off my breasts. Do you like them?" asked Jasmine.
"Ha, I've never heard of such a thing, Jasmine! You have your nipples pierced?" asked Jenny in amazement.
"Sure, many of the young ladies here in Silicon Valley have pierced nipples these days. It makes a woman's breasts more noticeable and helps a woman get more attention from all the horny young men. My husband, Jamal, loves them. When we get done here. Let's stop for a drink and I will tell you more about it. OK?" asked Jasmine.
"Yes, that sounds like fun. Bubba won't be home for hours, so no problem," said Jenny.
The ladies tried on several outfits and Jasmine managed to get an opportunity to show Jenny what her pierced nipples looked like, sending a tingling sensation through Jenny's body. She started thinking about what it would be like and how much it might excite Bubba if she had nipple rings also.
Jasmine finally convinced Jenny to try on a little more racy outfit, consisting of a mini-skirt and a see-through blouse. Jenny was excited about putting on such revealing clothing, but wouldn't buy them, money was too tight for her yet.
Jasmine insisted that she would pay for them, not taking 'no' for an answer. Jenny was embarrassed but excited about the new clothes. When they left the mall, they stopped for a drink at the bar restaurant that overlooked the runway, nearby at the small private airport, just off Capitol Expressway.
Jasmine paid for the first round and started explaining that she was all about looking sexy and how she enjoyed attracting the attention of men. About that time the bartender brought over a couple more drinks for the ladies. When they asked where the drinks came from the bartender just pointed over at the two smiling young men, behind them.
Jasmine turned waved and smiled at them. They quickly took the hint and came over to join the ladies. Once seated and chatting, it wasn't long before Jasmine had the young man sitting closest to her accompany her outside for some fresh air. When she returned with a friend about 20 minutes later her hair seemed a little messy, but the conversation continued.
Jasmine took Jenny to the bathroom like women always do.