Cindy and Dwayne had found the good life South of Atlanta. Both were from more rural areas but had gone to and met at Old Miss. Dwayne was an executive steadily climbing the corporate ladder, making well into six figures. Cindy did not have to work but wanted to enjoy her own success so for five years she had sold residential real estate in the surrounding area. Cindy was much more open than Dwayne, to people and ideas. She was also more gangrenous, which suited her job in real estate sales.
They lived in a beautiful mini-mansion given to Dwayne by his parents as a graduation gift. It was in a very upscale neighborhood with large lots, privacy fences, attractive landscaping and in this case a nice sized pool and hot tub.
At Old Miss Dwayne had played varsity football with some success but had no interest in professional ball. Partially due to his many black friends among his football teammates, but also due to education, Dwayne held no racial prejudices, except, Dwayne was strongly against sexual intermingling of races. His beliefs were so strong that on many occasions he declined freely offered sex from various cheerleaders and coeds because he knew they had slept with black teammates. He also declined offers from black cheerleaders as just wrong. He was polite to the women but unwavering in adhering to his beliefs. If a white woman took a black sexual partner, even once, in his very private view she was tainted forever and would never be a suitable sexual partner for him, even for a fling. Cindy often wondered about the cause of these beliefs, thinking they may relate to some knowledge Dwayne gained in the privacy of the locker room. She had heard many stories about blacks and their rumored sexual prowess. Did Dwayne know something she wondered?
They had been married five years and were without children, although they wanted to change that and Cindy had recently gone off the pill. Dwayne thought his life, including his sex life was great. Typically Dwayne rode Cindy for a good 10 to 15 minutes before unloading and rolling over immediately and falling into a deep slumber. Frequency was down to maybe twice a week now.
Cindy mostly thought life was good but was frustrated in that she missed the sexual games they enjoyed while in school. In the past they would mercilessly tease one another, sometimes for hours before finishing with a tremendous release. At times they spent an afternoon teasing one another, then took a break for dinner while they squirmed in frustration, only to go at one another like starved minks later. Foreplay and "the tease", as she described it, was very important to get her motor running. She also seemed to have a higher libido than her husband but she lived with that and the lack of foreplay with an occasional visit from her eight inch black dildo she had named Spike.
Cindy liked the freedom her job afforded. She enjoyed driving around to appointments and seeing all manner of upscale homes. Her sparkling smile, wicked curves and generous but proportionate breasts and ass kept the attention of her male clients and some of the women as well. Her friendly Southern style put everyone at ease.
Without the economic pressure of having to earn a significant income and in part because of the generally slow market, both Cindy and Kelly, her partner / co seller at the agency, had fallen into the habit of slipping away from their sales activities and going to Cindy's to sun and relax around the pool. This was usually a mid-week break taken Wednesday afternoon. Without anyone around, and with the privacy afforded by the property and fences, they often sunbathed, swam and sipped their ever present Cosmos in the buff. Both women were a sight to behold.
Although they talked incessantly at the office, in the car and on the phone, it seemed they saved their most private conversations for poolside where they could giggle, conspire and laugh out loud to their hearts content. It was at poolside, during their third Cosmo, that Kelly dropped the bomb -- she had taken a black lover. Cindy was shocked, in part because she thought Kelly's marriage was strong and fulfilling, but was un-judgmental and her normal curious open self.
Cindy pried Kelly for details, wanting to know everything about what it was like, how long, when, where, how she felt due to being a married woman, and especially what it was like with a black man. Kelly held almost nothing back, happy to have a friend she could confide in. She emphasized that Jerome, her lover, didn't play games about her being married and was quite open and nonchalant about sex. He was not in the least bit possessive or controlling which made it so much easier for Kelly to maintain this side relationship. Kelly remained teasingly vague about the details of sex with Jerome but did say he certainly knew how to please.
This salacious little bit of knowledge intrigued Cin, she found herself thinking about it incessantly. It allowed her to consider so many forbidden ideas and activities in the third person. With her close friend and confident as the central character, she thought through scenario after scenario of "what ifs" and "how would it feel" in great detail, with almost a personal viewpoint. She was so intent on playing through these various thoughts that she never considered how easy it would be to substitute Cindy for Kelly. Her thoughts featured Kelly, but what was running through her thoughts were her own morals, limitations, desires and yearnings. Many of her thoughts made her wet and she visited "Spike" more often than usual, during her masturbation sessions, Spike had become "Jerome".
Wednesday afternoon found Cindy poolside, sipping her second Cosmo and "working" on her overall tan when she heard the side pool-fence gate open and a "hello" from Kelly. When a shadow crossed her face she looked up and was startled to see Kelly was not alone. Grabbing a large towel she covered her ample breasts and shaven mons. "KELLY!" was all she could say in her flustered and somewhat lubricated state.
"Cindy, this is Jerome. You each know lots about the other, but now Jerome knows a little more than he did before," Kelly stated with a giggle.
"You are a pig. I'm not moving so you go get yourselves your drinks and bring me another Cosmo," Cindy stated in mock disapproval.
When they returned they exchanged some small talk while Kelly and Jerome stripped and arranged recliners in a row with Cindy's. As Jerome dropped his boxers Cindy gulped her third Cosmo, and after a long pause poured another from the shaker. Her predominant thought was "holy shit" when Jerome's cock sprung free. Dwayne was the biggest Cindy had enjoyed at something over seven inches but Jerome had to be nine inches, thicker than Dwayne, and uncut. Jerome took the middle recliner with Kelly on the far side. After some initial unease they all seemed to relax a bit, but Cindy kept herself covered from her nipples to below her snatch.
When what had been Kelly's first round was history, she went into the house to make another batch. Jerome was thankfully silent which helped Cindy relax, although her eyes would not stop returning to the sight of Jerome's cock and huge balls. She tried to look everywhere but there, but like a magnet Cindy would find her gaze returning to his package. She now had a BIG piece of the puzzle to insert in all her prior ruminations on the topic of "Kelly" and Jerome.
