Robin Gives Thanks Ch 04

This story, and all my stories, contain fictionalized characters from memories of my life.

A little about me. As i write this I am a sixty + year old, still sexually active, Black, bi, woman. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall. I was, I thought, a perfect 36-24-39 now I'm still perfect but in slightly larger sizes.

From Part 3.

I stopped talking and looked at Greg and said: "Too much detail?"

He said: "Oh no, it was almost like being there."

I kissed him lightly and said: "Well, that is the continued level of detail I would like from you when you tell me about your adventures." I continued: "By the way, if you would like to really be there I can ask Connie if she would be interested."

He looked at me questioningly and said: "You would do that?"

Part 4.

Thanksgiving weekend ended and both Greg and I returned to our normal lives. For days I was lost in thought and frankly worried I would lose this new man in my life to Susan and her husband. Greg reminded me so much of myself when, years before, I allowed myself to be owned and used by a couple. I felt I just had to find a way to get him untangled from these people.

Over the next weeks I saw Greg every weekend and our relationship was growing far beyond the sex involved. He was indeed a wonderful man but I knew he continued to see Susan and her husband. As I had asked he told me the stories of their encounters. I could see from his words that their sex was shifting from Susan having sex with two men to Susan being the "mistress" of two men. I tried to hint and asked Greg if he thought it might be unusual for them to require him to submit and obey as he was. He again told me how he didn't fully understand but needed whatever it was and I let it go and did not push the discussion. I needed to find a way to get him out of that relationship if there would be any long term future for us. Life went on.

Connie called and asked me to lunch. Something had happened and she needed to talk. Connie and I had continued to see each other as time and schedules allowed and I looked forward to this meeting so I could tell her about Thanksgiving and of course, Greg.

We scheduled a lunch for a day when we were both free for the afternoon just in case lunch became an after lunch encounter. Connie had turned out to be a great friend. We could talk about anything, and did. She had gone from a bi-curious married lady to a responsive, giving, uninhibited lover. We often talked to each about sex with others in our lives. When we were together we were the only people in the world but talking about sex with others added an unexpected dimension.

When the day came I met her in our usual haunt, a burger bar where we could sit in a back booth and talk. After the usual chit chat and a beer she told me about what happened. She went away on family business for a few days before Thanksgiving. It wrapped early and she got home a day ahead of schedule. When she pulled into the drive, there were two cars in the drive. Someone was visiting.

As she entered the house her husband was just walking out of the bedroom. He seemed very nervous. She looked around for the visitor but saw no one. Everything was happening very quickly. They exchanged hellos and all that and as she walked toward the bedroom to unpack he said: "Don't go in there, we have to talk."

Before he had even finished speaking, the bedroom door opened and a man stepped out. She could see in the background the bed in disarray. It was Phil Harris. She knew him and his wife Stephanie.

Holy shit! Connie's oh so straight hubby was having an affair! With a guy!

I held her hand and asked if she was OK?

She was quiet. She looked at me and said: "Who am I to judge? I have you to love. How can I deny him the same?"

I asked her if she had ever told him about us. She said that she had not and was actually now enjoying watching him squirm. She explained that in the days following the discovery they had talked, a lot. She had agreed with him that he could continue the affair but not in their home. She explained that in fact his affair had taken away even the slightest guilt she might have felt about us. She stopped talking and just held my hands.

After a while she looked at me intently and said there was more and asked if we could continue the conversation in private. We left without having lunch. At my home sitting by the pool she resumed her story.

When Phil first exited the bedroom they locked eyes. They were more than casual acquaintances.

Connie paused in her story and told me for the first time how much she loved me. She told me again that I was the only woman in her life, the only woman she had ever been with. The only woman she wanted to be with. I just knew something big was coming.

She then continued. "Years ago, before I was married, I had a part time business. I provided personal services for men who, shall we say, had special needs. OH hell Robin, I was a Dom!" Connie continued, "Phil, the guy having an affair with my husband was an old customer with very kinky needs."

I asked her if her husband knows about her as a Dom. The Connie told me her husband knows nothing of that part of her life. She was sure Phil would not say a word because she had made it clear to him that if he said a single word to anyone she would tell Stephanie everything.

Wow, it all made my Greg worries seem like nothing.

I was dying to know what happened and she didn't keep me waiting.

Connie explained that the three of them were in the kitchen and no one said a word so she broke the ice. She looked at her husband and said: "Tell me what you did!" He didn't say a word. She looked at Phil and said the same thing: "Tell me what you did!"

He hesitated dropped his head and meekly said: "I sucked him."

Without hesitation Connie said: "and did he suck you?"

Phil answered: "No ma'am."

With that phrase "No ma'am" she knew the old Phil was back and she was in control.

She looked at Phil and said: "Did you want him too?"

Phil got a little backbone and said: "Oh yes ma'am but he won't."

Connie wrapped up her story by telling me she made her husband suck Phil while she watched. She was and still is in control. I asked her to tell me about Phil as a customer. Connie smiled and said: "I love your kinky side sweetie. Of course you would want to know that."

She explained that Phil paid her $300 for an hour. She said he liked to be humiliated. She would make him strip and tie a long sneaker lace around his cock and balls and lead him around the room. She would sit on his face in panty hose, he liked that. She would make him kneel in front of her while she took off the panty hose and her panties. Then sitting in a chair with her pussy fully exposed she would put one foot on his shoulder and make him suck the toes on her other foot.

She remembered that the little bastard would get hard and jerk off while he sucked her toes and stared at her pussy.

The talk was having an effect on both of us. Connie thanked me for listening with a kiss. One kiss led to another, she was insatiable. Her hands were everywhere and for the first time she became very verbal in making love. She told me again how much she loved me and needed me. We moved to the bed.

Then a really important but very subtle thing happened. Connie told me how looking at our legs intertwined and the color contrast of our skin made her from the first moment she saw it months ago lustfully insane!

This was the a moment I had wanted and yet dreaded. The moment when we did more than just ignore race as a factor in our lives, in our love. It was wonderful that this beautiful, incredible woman was trusting and willing to risk putting words to the fact that we were women of two races but lovers none the less.

(Dear readers just so you know, I have strong feelings about all the words used to avoid a frank discussion of race. "Women of color" is in my opinion and only my opinion perhaps one of those phrases that avoids frank discussion. I am not a "woman of color." I am a Black woman. My skin is not dark. It is the color or anthracite coal. And many men and women have enjoyed my body with no concern for my race. My blood is red and my soul is honest.)

Connie later explained that she had wanted to put into words how incredibly beautiful and erotic she thought I was. The conversation about race was actually easy, natural, not at all what you might read elsewhere. Connie and I were honest and open and because of that, the differences in color and facial features became just another factor in the erotic nature of the woman on woman "soft side" of having interracial sex.

My turn.

As we wound down from a torrid session of pleasing each other I was able to bring up Greg. I explained how we met, how I felt about him and what I had learned about his life. We talked about his relationship with Susan and her husband and how because of my past experience I felt he should be free of that. Connie, as honest as she was, told me that she felt I was wrong to try and change him from being what he is, submissive. She thought many people, herself included sometimes, thrived as subs.

I started to speak and she stopped me. She said that in fact there was however another reason to get him away from them. She said she knew Susan very well and she was in fact a very abusive Dom. She insisted that Susan would not stop until she had hurt Greg emotionally and perhaps even physically. Connie told me that Susan and her husband were very indiscreet and also known to have serious occasional STD problems.

I started again to speak and again she stopped me again. She was an open faucet and continued to speak. Connie had an idea and blurt it out. "Suppose you and I redirect him to being submissive to us and then you can over time set him free or keep him as a sub to you?" She smiled.

This, until recently, very straight woman was very devious indeed. We were in bed and as the full realization of what she was suggesting set in I kissed her smooth belly working my way down to the hair above her pussy and said: "Why Connie, what ever are you suggesting?"

Connie put her hands on my head and pushed me down as she spread her legs.

As she recovered from a huge orgasm she suggested we needed to talk. We needed to plan.

Two weeks later I invited Greg to dinner and to meet Connie. With her new found freedom Connie was now able to be with me in the evening.

The plan was set. It would take some time but we were sure we could do it. Greg was going to enjoy this.