“You think?”
“Oh definitely. I bet you would have guys dropping their phone numbers left and right. In fact, I think we should have a girl’s night out.”
“No…”
“Seriously, Alice. Let me take you out to a nice bar and see if we can get the men to flirt with you. It’s not like you have to take them home. Sometimes its just nice to be looked at and complimented, don’t you think?”
Brian’s mother said nothing but Crystal could tell she was considering it. She pressed the suggestion further, “Okay, I’m making a decision. You and I are going out this Wednesday. There is an upscale bar and grill and we’re going to go flirt with the men.”
“Hey, I thought you were dating my son?”
“Oh, you’ll be there to keep me honest,” she replied immediately. And I’ll be there to make sure you have lots of fun.
Ladies Night Out
Picking a night that she knew Brian had the most classes, Crystal picked up Alice Kinsley at their home and lavished her with attention. They had their hair and nails down together. They went shopping for new dresses and shoes. When the mother of two suggested that they drop off the new purchases at home, Crystal pressured her to spend the whole day out and to wear the new clothes instead.
Alice called from behind the changing room door, “I don’t know if I can wear this, Crystal. It seems kind of open in the back.”
“Let me see,” she responded, opening the door and surprising the half dressed woman. She wore a black nude Sherry Hill cocktail dress that opened in the back and exposed the redhead’s freckled skin. It hugged her midsection nicely and showed off her round ass; it would certainly attract the type of man she needed. “Oh, you definitely are wearing this out tonight. Wear some sexy stockings with that and you will be one hot mama.”
It didn’t take much more prodding to make sure that Mrs. Kinsley was dressed to kill that night. Crystal drove her boyfriend’s mother downtown and they ended up at the Durrant Grill, an excellent restaurant bar that was across the street from one of her favorite clubs. Alice looked around nervously and commented how she had never been “this far downtown”, but her female escort soothed her worries and explained that they were safe as could be. Of course there were a lot of black men in this area and that was why she picked this spot in the first place.
Dinner allowed them to polish off a bottle of wine, most of it drank by Alice. Once the alcohol was in her system, the conversation steered to men and sex. Shocking Alice was an easy thing to do as she described one of her best lovers Crystal had ever had she met in the very restaurant where they were eating. It wasn’t true, of course, but she spun the tale anyway, describing every detail of their first night, the sculpture of his body, the size of his manhood. The older woman was captivated; it was like watching a car accident and she couldn’t turn away.
Crystal went in for the kill, picking out a handsome black man from the crowd and she pointed subtly in his direction. “In fact he looked a lot like that guy right over there.”
Alice looked over her shoulder, “You mean behind the black guy in the blue tie?”
“No, I mean he looked like the black guy with the blue tie. But darker skin-”
The redhead leaned forward with a wide-eyed look on her face, “You slept with a black man?” she whispered.
“Mmm-hmmm. The best sex you’ll ever have, Alice.”
Mrs. Kinsley took a big swig of her wine, polishing off the glass and the last of the alcohol at the table. “Well, there is something I never expected to hear. Don’t tell my son that.”
“Oh, I won’t,” she lied, “It is our little secret. But now that you know, I can tell you another secret: you know all the rumors they say about black men? You know, how they are longer, thicker, have better stamina…”
Alice stared at Crystal, her mouth open.
The blonde leaned forward and spoke softly and slowly, “They are all true.”
“I had no idea you were so, uhm, attracted to black men.”
“You didn’t have any clue?” Crystal smiled while she sipped her straw.
Alice was bright red now, “Well, I did find a DVD of yours that accidentally made it into a different case. But I didn’t want to cause problems between you and Brian. I mean, what you watch is your own business, right?”
“Did you watch it?” the younger woman pressed the older.
“I, uh…”
The waitress broke in at that moment and brought a tray over, placing a Mai Tai on the table in front of the mother of two. “Here you go ma’am.”
“Oh, I didn’t order any more drinks,” she answered in confusion.
“Yes, I know. It is from that gentleman at the bar.” The waitress pointed at a black man with very short hair and a dark purple shirt at the bar. He smiled broadly and his white teeth contrasted against his plump dark lips.
“Oh my…” Alice commented. Her face was flushed redder than before and Crystal could tell the woman was both embarrassed and flattered. She looked back at the bar and took note of the man who had ordered the drink, then turned back to her companion.
“Oh, he’s very attractive. I told you that the men were going to fall all over you.”
“But… But… He’s so young! He’s your age.”
“So?”
“But he’s –you know- black!”
“So?”
“I can’t do anything with a man like that.”
“Who said you have to do anything?” Crystal coaxed, “Just go talk to him. Have him dote over you while I sober up enough to drive you home and have fun.”
Alice put the straw from her drink in her mouth and took a sip, her tongue unintentionally swirling around the end. She made eye contact with her admirer and smiled. “I love Mai Tai’s. What are the odds he would know that?” she asked.
Crystal watched Brian’s mom sucking the drink down, “I have no idea. That’s pretty amazing he would pick up on that about you. Maybe it’s fate?”
“Listen, I’ve got to go to the powder room. Do you need to go?” she asked Crystal, standing up and smoothing her dress out.
“No, that’s okay. I’ll meet you over at the bar when you come back.”
She watched Alice disappear around the corner and then moved toward the bar and the man who sent the drink. “Hi Maurice.”
“Hey baby. How did that go? She seemed to like the drink.”
“Oh, she’s smitten with you. Don’t let her tell you otherwise. What do you think of her?”
Maurice smiled, “Oh, she’s got an ass on her for sure. You weren’t kidding. Nice body. Nice face. Older than I expected but that’s all right.”
“You’ll enjoy yourself, trust me.”
“You sure you want me to take this all the way?”
Crystal squeezed his hand warmly, “Oh, baby, I want you to take this one as far as it will go. And I’ll make it worth your while if you do.” She moved down the bar away from Maurice and ordered a beer, just far enough away that when Alice came back she would be right next to Crystal’s friend and lover. The set up was just about perfect.
*******
“How did it go?” the twenty-four year old asked, holding the cell phone against her ear.
“Just fine. She’s sleeping right now,” the voice answered.
“You fucked her unconscious?” Crystal joked.
“Well, she didn’t start off that way but she certainly ended up like that.”
“Are you still at the hotel?”
“Yeah. You were right; the drinks really loosened her up. Listen, what do you want me to do with her now?”
“Make sure you buy breakfast in bed with champagne. I gave you enough to cover the bill. Whatever you do don’t tell her we know each other. Not at all.”
“I know, I know.”
“Listen, Maurice, I need you to do this right. I need you to do Alice right. And do her over and over again. Make sure she gives you her number.”
“I got you covered, gir
l. Don’t worry.”
“Thanks, Maurice.” Crystal hung up and rolled over in bed, smiling as she fell asleep.
*******
“Well, I finally get to meet this girl of yours?” John asked his son as they sat across from each other at the Italian restaurant. Outside people were hustling to stay out of the icy downpour that seemed to catch everyone unawares and leave many a folk stranded without an umbrella as they sprinted from one doorway to the next.
“Yes, she wanted to make it for lunch today but she had something come up.” Brian poked at his lasagna, flicking one of the thick noodles just right so that a drop of sauce landed on the silky pink shirt he wore. “Damn it! I got it on my new shirt.”
John rolled his eyes at his son’s outburst, “Who cares? That shirt makes you look like a queer anyway.”
“No it doesn’t! Crystal got this for me. She said it made me look really handsome. And it cost a lot too.”
“Well, she certainly has a taste for expensive things.” John finished up the last of his veal parmigiana and pushed the plate back. “Did she buy it for you or did she ask you to buy it for yourself?”
“What’s the difference?”
“The difference? One means your girlfriend is dressing you like a fag. The other is that I’m paying to dress you like a fag. You’ve been racking up your credit card bill which is why I wanted to talk to you.”
Brian avoided eye contact with his father, knowing full well what was coming. Sarah had warned him ahead of time that their dad was pissed about how much he was spending on Crystal.
John pulled the credit card bill out and started reading down it. “Three hundred at Coach. A hundred and twenty at Debron’s – what is that?”
“It’s a restaurant,” Brian stated flatly.
“Four hundred at Big-O Tires?”
Brian raised his fingers, “That one was really for me. I needed new tires.”
John continued down the page and onto the second page, his frustration building as his son tried justifying each charge. “Fifty five bucks at Starbucks? How do you spend fifty five dollars for coffee?”
“-It was-”
“And my favorite charge, son: one hundred sixty two dollars and twenty-one cents at the Naughty XXX Boutique. That must be some important school expense there!”
Brian was mortified. He hadn’t seen the bill and for a moment he feared there might be an itemization of what Crystal asked him to purchase. Every single item that they got that night would reveal their deviant sexual activities. How could Brian explain to his father that Crystal had completely cuckolded him and made him buy all those things at the boutique? How did he explain that his love for his blonde beauty made him willing to do anything she wished?”
“Do you have an answer, Brian?”
“Well, I guess I just let things get out of hand. A little bit anyways.”
“A little? Thousands does not equal ‘a little’, Brian. It seems like this girlfriend of yours is using you for your plastic.”
Brian looked squarely at his father, “No she’s not. She loves me! We’re very serious, you know.”
“She’s twenty four years old – five years older than you, and blonde. At best she’s a piece of ass, son. If you needed that I could have bought you some company for about a tenth of what you’ve spent on Crystal. Take my advice, son. Brush the bitch off. She’s no good. You need a girl whose willing to get married and-”
“Dad, I don’t need this speech again!” Brian stood up and dropped his napkin on his lap. “Listen, I’ve got to go. I need to go study for a test tonight.” Walking out of the restaurant he realized that his father had no idea that he was failing two of his courses and had low scores in the other three. That was destined to be an even bigger argument if he didn’t fix his grades soon.
John ran his hand over his cheeks, trying to cover the frustration that hung on his face. He loved his son dearly, truly he did. A parent should have a favorite but John had always given more to Brian than to Sarah. More allowance, more leniencies, more freedom, more affection. But now it seemed that after years of giving his son everything he wanted had spoiled him, softened him. While he was relieved to find out Brian had an interest in women, this new girlfriend was trouble and John knew it. Still, what could he do? Trying to push the matter might alienate him further and that seemed fruitless.
So John made the biggest mistake of his life: he let the matter drop.
Defeating the Neighbors
“We really shouldn’t be over here,” Brian whined, closing the garage door and walking Crystal by the hand through the Stanwick house.
“We shouldn’t do a lot of things, boyfriend, but you are going to do what I tell you no matter what, right?” the stripper told him.
“Yeah, I guess. But this is really against the law. We’re in my neighbor’s house!”
“We’re not stealing anything, dumbass. I just want to see your handiwork.” They walked together up the steps and into Ben and Carol’s office. With his hands shaking, he turned on the computer and waited for it to boot up. Crystal looked around the upstairs and peaked out the window. The view looked perfectly down at Brian’s house and the empty driveway.
“You are sure that your sister and mom won’t be home anytime soon?”
“Yeah, my mom is at the gym with Mrs. Stanwick and they are gone for two hours. My sister is in class. But we have to hurry or we’re totally screwed.”
Crystal changed the subject back to the task at hand, “Now you are sure she is the only one using this profile on the computer?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. She typed the password real slow too.” Brian typed in –t-r-o-u-b-l-e- in the password field and they watched Carol Stanwick’s half of their PC open up. Brian explained to his girlfriend how he had checked out the internet history –just as Crystal had asked- and found the housewife had done quite a few naughty searches.
“Let me see what she has been looking at,” she instructed Brian to click on each link that Carol Stanwick had viewed. The woman certainly had an eclectic taste in porn: threesomes, younger men with older women, older women with younger women, gang bangs, and so on. Each night for four nights she appeared to be viewing the dirty pictures and videos.
“Yeah, each night she looks out the window wearing a robe, then shuts the blinds and I’m guessing she comes in here.”
“You think Ben knows she looks at porn?” Crystal asked.
“I dunno. Probably not. Hey, how did you know Mr. Stanwick’s first name is Ben?” he looked at his girlfriend quizzically.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, Brian.” Crystal cursed herself on the inside for the slip up but knew she could control the cuckold. “So here is what I want you to do. Set up the bookmark she has so that it goes to a different part of the web page.”
“Which part?”
“The interracial part, silly. I’m curious what happens to Ben’s wife when she takes a look at a picture of a big black dick.”
“How are you going to know though?” Brian asked while he clicked on the INTERRACIAL tab and then edited the bookmark so it looked identical.
“Because you are going to check it tomorrow,” she said matter-of-factly. “Hurry up, I want to go to the store before Francis comes over today.”
Brian sighed, “Can I at least watch tonight without the cuffs? You put them on really tight last time.”
Crystal slipped her tongue devilishly around his ear, “Oh I think we can arrange that, cuckboy. My dirty little boyfriend is definitely going to get some extra attention after he does all this spying on the neighbors.”
“So when are you going to tell me why you want to know all this about the Stanwicks?” Brian could barely get the question out when his girlfriend grabbed him by the balls and squeezed.
“You don’t ask questions, bitch,” she whispered. “You just do what I tell you to do and then do it. And if you tell anyone we were over here I can promise you, Brian, you’ll suffer.”
&nb
sp; *******
That night Crystal dropped Brian off at his house. She had an incredible evening with Francis again and Brian was as compliant as he could be. As her lover’s magnificent manhood slipped in and out of her, she forced Brian to hold her legs open, giving him the best view possible of their interracial coupling. She even let her cuckold lick her tits – despite the fact that he knew too much and asked too many questions she needed to reward him. She also gave him a hand job that seemed to make him happy as a clam. Yes, Brian would continue the spying on the Stanwick’s internet activities.
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