Those of you who have read the last chapter of the saga of Bob and Sara (Some Threesomes are Great) will remember that Bob met up with Marlo, an African American girl and they fell in love and were married. (If you haven't read it I would strongly recommend you do before this) After a year they had a son, John, and things seemed to be going along just fine. As Marlo tells it...
Well, I won't say the first couple of years of married life have been all peaches and cream. The racial differences seemed to raise their head a lot and at many of the most unexpected times. While it bothered the hell out of me it for what little Johnny had to face, it tore me apart seeing what it was doing to Bob. Our little boy Johnny was getting a bunch of crap from the other kids his age and he was just past two. He didn't know what it was all about but was upset because the kids he had played with up to then were being yanked away by their parents whenever they met in the playground. He came over to me in the playground in tears one afternoon and when I asked what he was crying about all he could mumble through his tears was, "They called me a half-breed. What does that mean Mommy?"
I choked up so bad I wanted to go over and tear the throat out of the mother of the kid that said it:
"It means that you are a lot smarter than them and they are upset about it." That seemed to please him for then.
Things went along pretty much that way for the next year or so and we finally found a partial solution. We invited kids from the families Bob works with to join us at the nearby park for barbecues and games. There must have been a group of more than twenty would show up on any particular Saturday afternoon and the barbecues and games went great.
A few weeks into it and I saw John drift over to the kids whose parents had acted as if he had the plague and ask them to come over and join his 'other friends.' The kids fell over themselves to be part of the crowd and their parents, not wanting to deprive them of the fun, sat there and fumed. Big hearted that I am, I walked over to one mother who seemed to be the spokeswoman of the group and said,
"It looks as if your bigotry doesn't extend down to the level of the children. You really have a choice whether or not it ever does. Why don't you put all of that nonsense behind you and come over and have a hot dog, burger, beer or whatever you and your friends would like and perhaps pitch some horseshoes?"
She just stared at me without saying a word so I turned to the other mothers who were there in the park and offered them the same. No one moved a muscle. Until, a little red headed fellow ran back to his mom and grabbed her by the hand and damn near dragged her over to our area of the park yelling, "Mom, you have to meet Johnny's father. He's nice"
That did it. Those mothers came over one by one and I went into my hostess mode and it wasn't but a few minutes before there was laughter all around. Bob and I looked at each other and both of us had tears in our eyes.
The next few months went along perfectly. Bob and I decided I would take a couple of years off before returning to the workforce and dedicate myself into raising John. I was able to get a work-at-home deal in my field that only required me to be either on the phone or my computer at the most two hours a day. It was perfect and I timed it for when Johnny took his nap. We didn't need the money but it kept me up in my field and provided me with an avenue of getting back in full time when I was ready for that.
John and I made up quite a team against Bob. He would get the biggest kick when he came home from work and could see that we were conspiring something; usually it revolved around where we were going to go and eat that night. Bob would play the game by stating that he thought he would just get undressed and get to bed early that night. Johnny would look at me with his eyes wide open pleading for me to do or say something and then Bob would act as if he had changed his mind and would say.
"That is unless John and you would like to go out someplace."
Johnny's eyes would light up and he would blurt out "Can we go to Mickey Dee's?"
Bob and I were doing our best on the next-baby front without any success. Our family doctor advised that we slow down a little and try and time our next intercourse with the time they had calculated my egg would be dropping. We did that for two months and viola ... It worked; we were going to have another child. After hearing the news from the obstetrician I was all over Bob when he came home that night. When I got through plastering kisses all over him I pushed back and he said,
"Well, you know who we have to tell next don't you?"
"Yep, I know and it's not my Mom and Dad. It's our little man." He simply nodded and smiled.
"Johnny, would you please come here a minute?" Bob yelled.
He wandered at his own slow pace into the kitchen and I picked him up and plopped him on the table sitting him between Bob and I.
"Hey Superman (his comic book character of the month), we have a surprise for you."
"What. Did you buy me something?"
"Nope, something a lot better. Your Mom is going to have another baby."
Quick as a flash he said, "Well, we want a sister or we don't want anything."
Bob and I laughed and I told him we would be happy whatever it was and he asked if he could get down from the table and go back to watching the TV show he was watching. So much for his excitement.
The announcement at my parents went over like gangbusters. We invited them to dinner at their favorite local Italian restaurant and drove up and met them there. We had called ahead and had the owner, with whom we had become good friends, give us one of his corner tables. We made sure we were there about five minutes late and when we went in my parents were already seated. Bob and I had discussed just how we were going to go about making the announcement and had it worked out pretty well.
We were about twenty feet from the table and Johnny made a B line for his grandparents yelling at the top of his lungs, "Mommy's going to have a baby and it's going to be a girl." The whole restaurant gave us a big round of applause. I was forced to take a theatrical bow for my audience and Bob broke up laughing.
Well needless to say John and Mabel were thrilled and the whole dinner conversation was consumed with it. Ah well, I am their only child and therefore their only chance to have grandkids.
Things went along well for the next several weeks and Bob came home one night and announced we were going to Paris. Sara, our best friend in the world deserved to hear the news and not over a telephone.
I was thrilled but then gave a ton of thought as to the wisdom of bringing little Johnny with us. Hmmm, he is way too young to understand and appreciate what he would be seeing and with him needing to get to bed early it would cramp our vacation sightseeing. .... Hello Mom and Dad!!!
I made the phone call and asked if they would be able and willing to baby sit him for a week. It was her mother I was talking to and the answer I got was "Oh sure, you don't have to hurry home. We'll take good care of him."
I'll bet. The boy will be spoiled rotten when we get back.
We had a terrible time leaving them at the airport. I had gotten him a big stuffed rabbit and he was holding on to it as tight as he could. He looked up at us as we were walking into the jet way and just gave a little wave and then ran over to play with another little boy he had met in the waiting room. That was all I had to see. My tears flowed like a river and it was all Bob could do to quieten me down.
"He won't even miss us" were the words I think I was saying through my sobs and tears.
It was a night flight and we had the window and aisle seats so I threw up the armrest between the seats and cuddled as close to him as I could get. Knowing we would get chilled as sleep overcame us he rang for the flight attendant and asked for a blanket.
We watched a movie and had a couple of glasses of wine and then snuggled down for the night; or so he thought. I had spread the blanket over his lap and up over my shoulders and all of a sudden he felt my hand unzipping his pants and then digging in to take out his cock. I looked up at him and just smiled.
Over the past couple of years I had learned exactly how to get him going with my hand. I would trace the veins in his shaft with my fingernails and then moisten my fingertips with some precum and then roll those fingers round and round the head of his cock. This time I was only using one hand so I wasn't able to reach in and grab his balls for a light massage but I raised my head and give him a long warm kiss while my fingers were doing their magic.
He whispered, "Honey, I am about to shoot a tremendous load. Do you have a towel or something to catch it in?"
Another smile as I lifted the blanket and lowered my head beneath it and soon had a good chunk of his cock buried in my mouth. That did it. The towel he was asking about was my mouth and a warm mouth it was. God, the thoughts of what we were doing and where we were doing it made the excitement even greater. At one time he must have heard me gulp a little as he shot stream after stream down my throat. He was almost getting ahead of my ability to swallow the load he was throwing at me.
A minute or so later I raised my head and had a huge smile with a very innocent 'who me' look plastered all over my face.
God, I love this man.
We both fell asleep shortly thereafter and were awakened in the morning with the announcement over the intercom that they would be serving coffee and croissants and we would be landing in forty-five minutes. It was at Charles de Gaulle airport and Sara was waiting just outside of customs waiting for us. I thought the hugs and kisses would never end between all of us.
"Where's Johnny?" she asked.
Bob answered with, "Sis, we thought it best to let him stay with his grandparents for this trip. Maybe next time."
"Oh shit, I was counting on see him again. I have bought him a ton of stuff. Ah well, you can take it home with you and I'll phone him about it."
The cab ride to her apartment was fantastic. We went past many of the world famous tourist sights of Paris and were ooohing and ahhing at all of them. Bob promised we would go and see them up close during our trip.
