“What’s the deal with this room?” Alice whispered to Crystal.
The blonde didn’t stop at the doorway this time. Instead she dragged the redheaded woman in with her. Turning to Alice she replied, “This is your room.”
Alice froze at the thought of what might happen, and took a tiny step back. Crystal held her hands tightly. “Crystal, I can’t. What about Maurice?”
“Shhh,” she soothed. “Nobody has to know. This is just for you, Alice. Relax.”
The man’s hands were on her hips and she felt his cock pressing against her ass through the fabric of her dress. Alice shook from his touch and felt his hot breath on her neck. “Oh my!”
Sure that Brian’s mother wouldn’t bolt, Crystal let go of the woman’s hands and slowly stepped back and out of the room. Alice looked back at her one last time before melting into the black man’s embrace and forgetting everything except her own lust. Crystal didn’t leave though – instead she chose to stand in the doorway like they had done in their tour of the house. It was dark in the hallway and Alice would never be able to see her from the well lit room her body was now being serviced in.
The fiery red skirt Alice had chosen was already hiked up as her body was laid down on the clean sheets of the queen sized bed. Her hand was wrapped around Francis’ cock, stroking it and moaning as she did. Although she didn’t even know his name, Crystal knew Francis intimately and was confident he would keep Alice well distracted. The blonde reached into her purse and pulled out the camcorder that she had demanded Brian buy her several months back. Of course he had done so, like everything else she asked of him. Her new purse, new perfume, new jewelry; the list went on. Now Crystal was holding that wonderful gift Brian had gotten her, filming his mother having her legs spread by a black stranger and moaning through every hour of it.
Sharing
It had been weeks since she and Carol had gone to the gym and Alice could have used a good distraction. The one night at the Mandingo party had left the ex-wife scared of herself, scared at how fast she could give in to temptation, scared at how the mere sight of a black man practically made her spread her legs.
Alice put on her gym shorts and top and wrapped her hair up tightly so it would fall down in her face. She opened the garage door and peered across the cul-de-sac at the Stanwick house just in time to see a dark skinned man being pulled in the main doorway and Carol shutting the door abruptly. The whole thing looked strange and the middle aged redhead half-convinced herself that she had imagined it. I’ve turned into such a sex-addict that I’m seeing black men everywhere. Still, I planned to ask Carol to go to the gym today anyway. I might as well stop over.
She bounced across the court and up the path. Knocking at the door, Alice waited for a response but got none. She rang the doorbell. It seemed a long time before the semi-opaque window showed the outline of brown hair and some white clothing.
When Carol Stanwick opened the door she was indeed wearing the familiar white robe. “Hi, Alice. Sorry I didn’t get to the door sooner. I was getting ready to take a shower.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I was thinking that we could go to the gym since we haven’t gone together in weeks. Are you up for going?”
“Oh, I can’t. I’ve got someone I’ve got to do. I mean, something I have to do. Something. Not someone.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you from your thing.” The two friends laughed at the faux pas, but Alice was sure now there was somebody there with her. Alice turned to go and then looked back, “Carol, are you upset with me? It seems like you haven’t been very talkative since you came back from your trip.”
Carol felt her robe opening at the bottom, exposing the fishnet stockings she wore for Derrick’s fuck-session. She quickly pulled the robe tightly closed, “Oh, I’m definitely not mad at you. I promise. We can go to the gym tomorrow. Maybe around noon?”
“Well, that’s kind of late, but I suppose that would be fine.”
“Great, Alice. We’ll get back to our routine and you can tell me about your mystery man.”
“Yes. And you can tell me about your ‘thing’,” she jibed. The door closed and Alice went to the gym, the whole time wondering if she had really seen a black man at Carol’s doorstep or if it was her own sexual longings.
*******
Up, down, up, down, up, down. A row of stair masters all pumping at different rates, all mounted by pumping thighs of housewives doing their best to keep the fat off and their images up. Carol and Alice sat together on one of the circuit trainers, having just ‘stepped’ their way into the Himalayas for the past thirty minutes. The two of them danced around the topic they both wanted to broach before Carol finally said something.
“Alice, let’s talk about what you saw yesterday.”
The redhead wiped her neck off with her sweat towel and looked over, “Okay. Let’s talk. I saw a black man go into your house and then five minutes later you answer the door in a robe and stockings that you probably wouldn’t sleep in. I’m guessing Ben doesn’t know?”
“God, no!” the brunette burst out. “He’d kill me. And I’d prefer to keep him from knowing…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.”
“Thanks.”
Alice moved into the leg flexor and began doing her reps, “So, how did you meet this guy?”
Carol didn’t answer at first. Alice looked at her and she finally responded, “It’s… Complicated. I don’t know if you want to find out either. Let’s just say we have a mutual friend who is now jealous that we’re together.”
“Oh.”
“So you’re not going to say anything about his race?”
Alice let out a little laugh, “No. Not at all. In fact, let me show you the guy who I’ve been dating.” She reached into her purse and pulled out her iPhone, pressing the photo album app button and scrolling her finger across several pictures until she got to one of Maurice and her at a bed & breakfast getaway.
“This is your secret boyfriend?” Carol beamed. “Wow, I didn’t expect that at all.”
“What do you think?”
“I think he’s hot. I mean, really hot.” The two women spoke more about Maurice than Derrick, but as their tones became more hushed, their descriptions became more explicit. They both marveled at how they both became attracted to black men around the same time.
As the days went on, each woman had exposed most of her secrets to the other. Alice still held back on talking about the Mandingo party and Carol never brought up the fact that she saw Brian’s girlfriend kissing the dreadlock Negro from her window. She only mentioned watching an interracial couple. Carol also had no intention of telling her friend Alice that she had seduced her daughter, Sarah. The housewife was thankful that the teenage girl hadn’t told her mom anything – things would certainly get awkward in a hurry. And since Carol’s daughter Jennifer was spending Spring Break with Sarah, it was important that everything remain rush-rush.
There were plenty of juicy details to swap to keep each friend satisfied. Stories of the boundless pleasures they both had experienced in the arms of their black lovers were swapped between the white suburbanite mothers, with one woman riling the other so badly that their younger men were rewarded threefold upon their next encounter. Derrick and Maurice had never met, but each charged their MILFs batteries thoroughly which fed the stories they exchanged which led to the next wild romp. But with so many secrets and lies woven together, something was bound to come unraveled. It didn’t help to have Crystal Pemberton pulling at the strings.
Part IX
Twisted Temptation
Like Mother, Like Daughter
It was a Friday and her busiest night of the week. The club was packed the tips were rolling in from a bevy of rich businessmen feeling the effects of Spring in their loins. It took her some time to get into a zone in order convince herself she still liked the job. That’s what it took. The money was great and afforded her many luxuries she wouldn’t normally have, but it was
n’t enough to get her through the night. Not by a long shot.
So Crystal convinced herself three nights a week that she loved her job. She stepped out of herself and became someone else; a fantasy girl that every man wanted to have on the dance floor. The guys could often tell who was faking it and who really liked to be there. But stripping was not a career choice, not for her anyway. It was job you burned out on after a year or two. It was a job where you pulled a Steve Miller and “take the money and run.” Despite all the money she brought in, it wasn’t enough when Crystal needed it the most.
Her cell phone rang and the twenty four year old saw that it was Brian’s sister Sarah. Why she would be calling on a Friday night was a mystery and she was tempted to just let the call go to voice mail. Instead she pressed TALK and answered.
“Hi! What are you doing?” Crystal had to practically yell into the phone to overcome the background noise from the stage area. One of the girls was pole dancing to Kick Start My Heart and the guitar opening was cutting the air like a knife.
Sarah responded, “Just wanted to talk. Can you talk for a second?”
“Well, not for long. I’m… out… right now. Is everything okay? Where are you?” Crystal still had not told anyone but Brian what her profession was. She was pretty sure that Sarah wouldn’t care and it was probably safe to tell Alice now that she had the dirt on the mother of two. Still, it had become habit to keep her job concealed.
“I’m just sitting on my bed, ready to kill Carol Stanwick and my best friend Tiffany. Just call me when you’re done with whatever you’re doing, okay?”
She was barely paying attention to Sarah until the name of Ben’s wife was mentioned. Something happened and Crystal couldn’t let an opportunity, even on a Friday. “Wait! I want to talk to you. Hold on a sec, okay?”
“Okay.”
She stepped around to the office on knocked on the door. “Antonio, I need you for a second.”
The manager of the Thigh High Club was tall and heavy. Not fat, just big. He had been a bouncer at similar joints back in his youth and had managed to score this job running the downtown strip joint after the last guy was arrested on drug possession. He had just gotten done screaming at the day manager for leaving the bar poorly stocked when his best Friday night ticket banged on his door.
“Yeah? What ya need?” he asked, standing up and getting ready to do his rounds.
“I need to take off.”
“Why? For how long?” he asked, pushing past her in the hallway and heading to the back room to check on the kegs.
“I don’t know. Probably the night.”
“Oh, come on Crys. It’s Friday fuckin’ night and the place is jumpin’. What are you trying to do to me?”
“Nothing! I really need to take off though. It’s important.”
“What’s the excuse? Huh? You can’t tell me it’s your sister again cuz she’s dead.”
“Oh fuck you, asshole!” Crystal screamed. “I haven’t bailed on you in over a year and you want to bring up my sister? You really want to bring all that up again? She was dying, you stupid prick!”
“Hey,” Antonio spun around and shoved his thick finger in her face. “I normally can deal with your moody ass on regular nights cuz I think you do a good job and you bring in the customers, but don’t freakin’ push me or I’ll fire your ass. I mean it this time, Crystal.”
“Fire me then. I’m leaving.” She spun around and walked back to the back room, her hands shaking and tears in her eyes. Antonio was yelling for her to get out but it wasn’t like she was planning on staying anyway. Two of the other girls asked her if she was okay but all she could manage to do was to put up her hand as if to say ‘I don’t want to talk’.
She gathered her thoughts for a few seconds and then pressed the button on her phone to unmute the call. “Sarah, can you meet me downtown? There is a little diner on 5th and Robinson next to the strip club. You know it?”
“Yeah. Why?” Sarah asked apprehensively.
“Just meet me there in a half hour and we’ll hang and talk, okay?”
“Okay. Oh, and don’t tell my brother we’re talking, okay?”
“Not a problem.”
“Thanks, Crystal.”
Walking into the bathroom the blonde girl washed the glitter off her face and arms before going back to the locker and throwing on her jeans. She looked at her watch as she donned it, noticing that Brian would probably come by the club after class in about an hour. Things could get hairy if he showed up and found out she had walked out on the job. And without the money from her job and Brian’s daddy-credit, things needed to step up in her plan. Crystal was hoping that whatever Sarah had to say was going to be worth it all – she was not about to be disappointed.
*******
The two girls sat in the tiny booth at the late night diner, munching on French fries and drinking coffee. Sarah dunked a long curling fry into her ketchup and looked over at her brother’s girlfriend. “Remember that day when I was telling you I was going to be house-sitting for the Stanwicks?”
“Yeah,” Crystal replied quietly.
“Well, you know how you said that you never know what people have under their beds?”
“Yeah….”
“Well, I was trying to get the cat out from under their bed and guess what I find.”
Crystal knew perfectly well what was there, but she pretended not to know. If she let on the whole secret would be out and a year of effort would be ruined. “Uhmm, a body?”
“No!” Sarah giggled, “Not a real one anyway. I found a big box of porn movies.”
“Oh, I thought you were going to have something juicy. You already told me that your friend’s dad was a pervo.”
“No, you don’t understand. It wasn’t Ben’s; it was Carol’s.”
“Really?”
“Really. And all of the DVDs were interracial movies. Nothing but black guys and white girls doing stuff, you know?” She went on to explain how she found the receipt and the dildo accidentally and how she couldn’t believe Carol liked that kind of thing.
“I can believe it,” Crystal told her. “Black guys are totally hot. And in bed? There’s nothing better.” The secret was out. She waited for Sarah’s reaction which started with the young woman choking on her fries.
“Are you okay, Sarah?”
The redhead coughed into her napkin, “Yeah, I’m fine. I just didn’t expect that reaction from you.”
“Why? Did I offend you or something?”
“No! Not at all. I agree with you. I mean, I was seeing this one black guy and he was the best. I just didn’t expect you to say that, seeing that you are dating the whitest boy on the planet.”
“Don’t sell your brother so short. He does have his redeeming qualities.”
“Either that or you’re blind,” Sarah joked and Crystal chuckled with her.
“So tell me about this guy you dated. How did you meet him?”
Sarah went on and detailed everything: how she went to the club, how she lied about who she was, how she slept with Derrick, how Tiffany found out and even about the orgy that transpired. Toward the end Sarah must have realized she had said too much and got a panicked look, “You can’t tell my mom or my brother. Promise?”
“Oh don’t worry, Sarah. Your secret is safe with me.” So, she’s a little black cock slut just like her mom, Crystal thought. That’s just perfect. John Stanwick’s whole family had succumbed to every last push and prod the blonde girl had given, but there was more to be uncovered. “But I don’t understand why you called? I mean, why are you mad at Carol Stanwick? It’s not like she did anything to you.”
“Well, what if I told you she stole my boyfriend?”
“If you told me that, I would be really interested in finding out more.”
Indecent Proposals
Brian twisted in the hand cuffs as Crystal sucked him off, expertly pleasuring his penis with her tongue while her hand massaged the remainder of his shaft. It was t
he second time in two days she had lowered herself to actually putting her mouth on his little prick, but it was well worth it. There was a glimmer of hope returning to his eyes that she had all but killed over the last ten months.
“Wow! That was incredible, baby,” he looked down at her. “Thanks for my birthday presents.”
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