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Husband Swapping
By Anonymous (1995)
***
Two girlfriends come up with a scheme to share each
other's husband's sexual favors. (MF-cpls, intr)
***
I couldn't believe my eyes at first. I was standing by
the front desk of this swank condominium when I saw a
five-foot nine-inch casually dressed black woman get
off the elevator. "Aretha, is that you?"
"White Girl? Oh my god, what are you doing here?" she
called back and came running towards me.
We hugged. "I'm here with Greg," I said, gesturing to
my husband who was standing beside me, looking somewhat
puzzled. "We're here for the conference. What about
you?"
"I'm with Calvin. Calvin over here!" she called out
waving towards a very tall black man who was standing
about 20 feet from us. "We're here for the conference,
too."
I should explain. Aretha and I were roommates during
our freshman year, about ten years ago. Most of the
other black/white set-ups barely lasted through the
first semester. They switched roommates, thus ending
the University's great experiment. But not us. We
requested and got each other the next year. And during
our junior and senior years we shared an apartment off
campus.
A lot of my white friends were, well, kind of
uncomfortable around this very brilliant black
sociology major. I always felt that her black friends
didn't have as much problem with me as my white friends
did with her, but that may be subjective. After college
she went off to law school and I knew that she was
working for a judge in Boston. We had sort of kept in
touch. We'd write or phone a couple times each year.
But neither one of us could get to the other's
weddings, and we hadn't seen each other in nearly six
years.
"So this is Greg," she said, eyeing my husband. Greg is
about five foot five, with shaggy brown hair, dressed
in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. He's a physicist,
working in telecommunications, which is why we were at
this convention in the first place. When Greg's company
was asked to send people to discuss new satellite
research, nobody wanted to go. But when they heard it
was going to be in Hawaii in a swank convention center
with condominiums, several people changed their mind. I
met Greg while in graduate school. We've been married
three years. I looked up and saw this six-foot five
inch black man in a three-piece suit come up. "I'm
Calvin," he said. "You must be Joyce. Aretha's told me
all about you."
"So you're that Calvin?" Greg said. "I've been e-
mailing you off and on for two years." He turned to me,
"Calvin's the guy who's been recruiting me to come to
his company. Remember I told you about him? He's their
liaison between research and the business office." I
nodded.
"Where are you two staying?" he asked, looking at me
pleasantly.
"We've just checked in. We're in suite 543."
"You're right next to us, White Girl!" Aretha grabbed
my hand and started tugging me toward the elevator.
"We're in 541. Come on!"
We road the elevator up to the fifth floor and went to
our suite. It was swank all right. The company did
right by us, allowing Greg to bring me along for this
half conference half vacation. There was a nice living
area, with chairs, sofa, kitchenette, etc. The bathroom
had a big tub and a double shower and a sauna. The
bedroom was big with all the trimmings, including a
king- sized bed with a mirror on the ceiling. "Pretty
wild" Greg commented as we went in.
We spent the afternoon together at the pool. Most of
the other conference participants hadn't come yet, so
we pretty much had the run of the place. I'm not much
for swimming, but Greg loves it. He's always trying to
get me to horse around with him in the water. The four
of us were swimming around when Greg grabbed a frisbee
and threw it to Aretha. "Keep away from Joyce!" he
yelled.
"All right!" Aretha shouted and started laughing. She
threw it to Calvin who picked it up with a disgusted
look on his face. "I'm not up for this, I just want to
relax by the pool," he said and got up on a lounge
chair. "A man after my own heart," I said, as I grabbed
a towel and sat down next to him. "Go ahead you two
weenies," Greg called out as he threw the frisbee
towards Aretha and lunged towards it, trying to get it
before she got there.
I could see the two of them wrestling around for it,
splashing and laughing. It looked kind of funny. As I
said before, Greg is only 5'5" tall. I'm only 5'3"
myself, so it's not what you'd call a problem. But
Aretha is 5'9" and I would guess that she out-weighed
him by about 30 pounds. When we were in college she had
a model's body: tall and very trim, with a small bust.
I'm completely different. She used to tease me about
how she was afraid I'd tip over. I have a very large
bust, which used to draw a lot of attention. In fact,
Greg was the first guy I was ever with who didn't seem
all that enamored with them. I was wearing a purple two
piece which certainly let anyone who looked know that I
had a large bust. Aretha had obviously put on a few
pounds, but she looked great. She was wearing a dark
brown two-piece suit which blended in nicely with her
skin tones.
While the two of them were splashing around, Calvin and
I talked. He asked me what I did and I told him about
the fifth graders that I teach in a suburban school
outside of Portland. He talked about his job a bit. But
then we got started talking about music. Show tunes
from the 50s and 60s were his great passion, it seems.
"You'll have to sing me something from 'West Side
Story,'" I joked. "Oh, that's my favorite," he laughed.
I thought he was going to launch into "Tonight" but two
buckets of water drenched us. "Ahhhh!" I said as I
turned towards Greg who was holding an empty bucket and
grinning. Aretha was doing the same thing, standing on
Calvin's right side. "Come on," she said, "let's get
dressed and go out."
Across the street from the condo was a night club where
we went out for dinner and dancing. Well, Greg went
dancing. I had twisted my ankle the day before and so I
wasn't going out on the floor. But I knew that Aretha
loved to dance. "You don't mind, White Girl?" I waved
them away. Calvin sighed. "I know it doesn't fit the
stereotypes, but I can't dance to save my life. I'm
really much more cerebral. When I was in high school
the coach saw how big I was and tried to get me for the
basketball team. Then he saw me play. That ended that!"
We started laughing together. After about half an hour
I felt like I had known him for 20 years.
I could hear in the background some very soft, slow
music. I looked out to the dance floor. Greg and Aretha
were locked up in a very slow dance. Aretha was a good
four inches taller than him and her arms were wrapped
around him. They were hardly moving. They just sort of
shifted their weight from side to side. "If she got any
closer, she'd be behind him," Calvin cracked, doing a
surprisingly good Groucho Marx imitation. I laughed
with him, feeling a bit jealous. But then I started
listening to Calvin's discourse on the superiority of
Lerner and Lowe to Rogers and Hammerstein and forgot
all about the dance floor.
We couldn't stay long because the guys both had to go
back to the suites to work on their presentations.
Aretha and I sent them up to the rooms and went to a
cafe by the condo to talk. "That was some kind of
dancing," I teased Aretha.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you jealous."
"I wasn't jealous. Besides, you left me Calvin, so I
did all right."
"White girl, that is a matter of opinion."
"Are you telling me that you don't think Calvin is
gorgeous?" I said, surprised. Aretha had always been
pretty picky. She knew too many girls from the
neighborhood who were saddled with bad relationships,
unwanted kids, and what not. She had plans, she always
said.
"Calvin's great," she said. "But he's kind of tame.
You've done all right for yourself. Greg is fantastic."
I nodded. I wasn't going to dispute her assessment of
my husband. But I also wasn't going to let her off that
easily. So I jokingly said, "You're not offering a
trade are you."
"A trade? Hmmm, I don't think I'd want to trade
forever. But your guy is... well, he's got fantastic
energy."
"I know, I saw you out on the dance floor."
She blushed. Have you ever seen a very dark chocolate
face blush.? "You weren't supposed to be watching. Greg
said you wouldn't be watching."
"Is that what he said?"
"No - actually he said, 'who cares if they're
watching.'"
We both laughed.
"But seriously," she said. "Calvin's sweet and all
that. But sometimes I wonder what it would be like."
"You wonder what?"
"I wonder what it would be like to be with - you know -
to be with a different kind of guy. Like Greg, for
instance. He's a great dancer. I don't know if Calvin
told you but he claims he's living proof that black men
don't have a natural sense of rhythm."
I nodded. "No, he didn't say that, but it wouldn't
surprise me if he did. He's awfully funny."
"He can be, but he's kind of shy."
"He's not shy - you know - where it counts, is he?"
"You mean in bed? No, no, he's fine. It's just that
after three years of being together we know each other
pretty well. He knows all of my buttons and where to
push them. And I know all of his. But what am I saying?
With Greg I'll bet he's always finding new ways to push
your buttons."
"I must not have as many buttons as you. We do all
right. But I guess I wonder what it would be like to be
with someone different.
"You mean, someone taller."
I started to smile. And I also started to feel a tingle
between my legs. "Yeah taller. You know - tall, dark,
and handsome."
"Well, there's dark and then there's really dark. How
dark would you want it to get?" she said, slipping into
her ghetto accent. It suddenly occurred to me that we
were both getting pretty serious.
Our voices had become soft, almost conspiratorial.
"Is what you're asking, would I like to try being with
Calvin?" I asked. I surprised myself, and before she
had a chance to sound apologetic for suggesting such a
thing, I jumped in, "Because you know, I've got to
admit, it would be something different. It's been a
long time since I've been with a man who was so big." I
had always told myself that it didn't matter that I'm
about the same size as my husband. But there are things
that I wish he could do that maybe a bigger man could.
"I know what you mean. Calvin's so big that he always
seems to take over. It would be nice once in a while to
be in charge."
There was a heavy silence. We both looked around the
cafe.
Nobody was near us. "Are you saying that we ought to
switch?" I asked. I'm not sure what I was hoping she'd
say. One part of me wanted her to call the whole thing
off and not let me go down this road. But I was
breathing quite heavily from excitement. And I could
tell she was getting excited, too. There were little
beads of sweat on her forehead. And her hand was
getting shaky.
"Well, what do you think Greg would do if I just showed
up? I know Calvin likes you. He doesn't usually open up
like he did with you. If you showed up, his big ol'
eyes would pop out of his head."
I thought for a second. I could just see the expression
on Greg's face if Aretha came in instead of me. "I can
tell you one thing. He wouldn't chase you away."
There was an awkward silence. I think each one of us
knew what the other one wanted, but neither one wanted
to be the one to say it. Finally Aretha sighed, "So I
guess that means we're going to do it." There was
another heavy silence while she waited for me to
contradict her. I didn't say anything, so after a bit,
she went on. "How do you want to go about it?"
I exhaled. Suddenly it was all seeming very real. And
it was all seeming very exciting. "Why don't we do
this. Have you got something lacy? Something sleazy?"
She nodded. "I've got a white teddy."
I went on. "I've got a black negligee. We'll put the
men to bed and then at 11:30, meet in the hall between
the suites. And we'll go into each other's condo."
"And then?" Aretha asked, trying to make sure that
there weren't going to be any misunderstandings. Maybe
she had learned something in law school.
"And then we'll fuck and suck and suck and fuck each
other's husband. There. I've said it. If you want to
back out, this is the time to do it."
"I'm not backing out of this. I'm dying to see what
it's like."
We went up to the suites. It was a little 11:00. Greg
was watching TV. "Let's get ready for bed" I told him.
Could he tell the excitement in my voice? He nodded and
went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. I went to my
suitcase and pulled out my negligee. I hadn't worn it
for a few months, and had packed it only at the last
minute.
Greg left the bathroom and went directly into the
bedroom. "You coming?" he called out. I went into the
bathroom and started getting undressed. "In a second.
Go ahead and turn out the lights." I heard a click and
slipped on the negligee. I grabbed my key and left the
bathroom. It was 11:29. I went to the suite's door,
quietly opened it, and went outside.
There was Aretha in a knockout white teddy. She was
wearing a matching white ribbon in her hair. She look
excited. "You nervous?" I asked. It was more of a
statement than a question.
"A little. But I'm ready." She unlocked her suite's
door.
I unlocked mine. "I'm ready, too." We hugged for a
second.
"Good luck."
Part Two
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I entered Aretha's suite. Everything was dark. I heard
from the bedroom, "You comin' Aretha?" I didn't say
anything. I just walked into the bedroom. It was dark,
but I could see from the window light a very large
shape on the left side of the bed. "Good," I thought.
I'm used to having the right side. I crawled in and
pressed my body up against Calvin. He was lying on his
side, facing away from me. I reached around and started
stroking his chest, which has a lot more hair than
Greg's. I remembered how I had admired it while we were
swimming that afternoon. I put my hand on it and rubbed
it, enjoying its furry softness.
"Aretha, what are..." he couldn't finish. I pulled him
towards me and covered his mouth with mine. His eyes
started to open wide, straining to see from the little
bit of light that was there. He was lying on his back,
looking up at me and at my reflection in that ceiling
mirror. He pulled back, breaking the kiss. "You're not
Aretha" he said, but I could tell that he wasn't
unhappy about that. "Mmmm mmmm, you are definitely not
Aretha."
Immediately his right hand pulled me close to him. I
felt myself being pulled into his arms as he gave me a
very long soul kiss. His tongue tickled mine. "I guess
I'm not supposed to ask any questions," he said when he
broke our kiss.
I shook my head. "Just enjoy it."
He nodded "I can do that." He paused. I could see him
squinting in the darkness. "I'd love to look at you."
That got me excited. I reached over his head and found
a little light by the head of the bed and flicked it
on. The light wasn't too bright, but it was bright
enough for him to see me. I kneeled on the bed with my
hands in back of my head, modeling the negligee for
him. His eyes danced up and down my body but focused on
my breasts. My breasts are quite large - larger than
Aretha's by a considerable margin.
He pulled me towards him and started kissing them
through the lacy material. He pulled me up by the
shoulders, holding me above him, while he kissed them.
I started breathing hard. I could feel the nipples
swelling up. He pulled the material down, exposing me
breasts and started kissing them some more. After a few
minutes of this, however, I started feeling like I
wanted to do some exploration too.
"Let me look, too." I said. I was surprised by the tone
of my voice. It sounded like I was a little girl,
pleading. Calvin smiled and pulled the covers away. He
was wearing a pair of white boxer shorts which did not
disguise his swollen crotch. The contrast between the
bright white shorts and his dark brown skin was
tremendously exciting. I fell towards him and started
to pull them down. He arched his back a little to make
it easier for me to get them off. I slid them down to
his feet, where he kicked them off on the side of the
bed. I turned and started to focus on his cock.
"There's one stereotype that holds true," I said,
admiring his swollen cock. It was beautiful. The head
was reddish black, the shaft was chocolate brown. It
had a nice bush of hair around it that I gently
stroked. It was quite a bit bigger than Greg's 5 1/2
inches. I had told myself before that it's not the size
that counts, which I guess is something that all women
do if their men aren't particularly large. But this
looked a good three inches larger. And it was swollen.
I had to take it.
I fell on his lap and started kissing it. He moaned as
I ran my tongue up and down that long thick black
shaft. I could feel his hands lightly stroking my ass,
my back, my hair, my breasts - anything he could reach.
His hands were so big, but also so gentle. I let my
hand drop a bit and grabbed his balls. He nearly jumped
when I did that. "That's a bit much," he said, not
wanting to discourage me. I filed that piece of
information away. Not every man likes having his balls
stroked.
I rooted around him so that I was lying on top of him
with my face at his thighs and my crotch pointing at
his face. Calvin started kissing my thighs and I could
feel my wetness starting to drip on to the panties that
were part of the negligee. But I wanted to concentrate
on what I was doing. I took that big black cock and
started rubbing it between my light white breasts. The
contrast in colors was a tremendous turn-on. I bent my
head down so that I could take the head of his penis in
my mouth as I rubbed the shaft between my breasts. All
the while I could feel him lightly kissing and licking
my thighs. He couldn't get to my vagina because of the
negligee, so he stayed just outside it, which is just
the way I like it.
After a bit, he stopped licking my thighs, pulled his
head back and started to moan more loudly than before.
I could feel his hands pushing me down on him, harder
and harder. I couldn't keep his cockhead in my mouth,
so I just kept rubbing it between my breasts, harder
and harder. The saliva from my mouth worked fine as a
natural lubricant. I could hear him going "Ohhhh yeah,
ohhhh yeah" over and over, till I felt him explode. His
thick black cock shot warm white cum all over my throat
and chin that dripped on to my breasts.
He lay there panting, stroking my back and ass. "Give
me a second to catch my breath," he said between gulps
of air.
"Take your time lover, we've got all night," I said as
I rolled off his very large body. I enjoy having a man
cum on me. I like the feel of his warm, sticky semen as
it oozes down all over me. But I also know that it does
make cuddling a bit awkward. "I'll be right back," I
whispered. He sighed a bit, relieved that he was going
to have a little distance for a moment. I went to the
bathroom and ran warm water on a washcloth. I saw
myself in the mirror.
There I was, my negligee half off and my exposed
breasts covered with Calvin's semen. I was wiping it
off when suddenly I felt two very large arms pull me
towards a very large body. I tried to turn around, but
he was squeezing me too tight. So I just relaxed and
let him hold me. He bent over and kissed the back of my
neck, very tenderly. I was very excited, but my legs
started to quiver when he kissed me. I leaned towards
him and felt him take all of my weight in his arms.
We just stood there for a few moments. Calvin let go of
me and turned me around. He slid my negligee the rest
of the way off and let it fall to the floor. We
embraced again and his gentle kisses began to grow
stronger. He pulled me close to him and I could feel
his newly erect penis pushing against my belly. I
thought he was about to take me back to the bedroom -
not that I minded, of course. But he lifted me up and
put me in the shower. The bathroom had a two-headed
shower that he turned on. "Ahhhh!" I cried out. The
water was cold. "Sorry," he said and pushed the dial to
a much more comfortable setting.
We stood there together in the shower, kissing, while
the water splayed all around us. He took a tube of soap
and spread it all over me. As the water hit the soap it
began to lather up, sending out a sweet fragrance that
reminded me of some of the tropical flowers we had seen
outside the condo. He rubbed the lather all over me,
though he paid special attention to my ass and breasts.
He knelt down and started rubbing the soap all over my
thighs.
It's a wonder I didn't cum right there, I was so
excited. I knelt down there and started kissing him
while he fondled my breasts again. I reached down and
took his cock in my hand and I could again see the
tremendous contrast. I am used to seeing Greg's penis
in my hand. Calvin's looked huge compared to my small
hand. Of course it also looked very black, compared to
my white hand. I leaned back, half expecting him to
take me right there. But instead he lifted up my legs
and buried his face between my legs.
I lay there with the warm water splashing on me while
Calvin first licked my thighs and then moved up towards
my cunt. He really didn't have to do much, I was so
excited. His tongue found my clitoris and twirled the
tip around it. That did it. I was off and running. I
don't normally have multiple orgasms. But the thought
of being here with my old friend's husband, knowing
that she was with my husband doing God knows what added
to everything that was going on. I closed my eyes and
lay on the tile floor while he licked and licked and
licked me. I came once, twice, three times, I lost
count.
After the pounding in my chest subsided he stood up and
shut off the water. He lifted me up and carried me over
to the little sauna. "Some swanky place," I thought.
There was a table there and he just laid me on it. He
pulled some oil out from under the table and started
rubbing it on me. I noticed that the smell was just
like the soap from before, tropical flowers. I just lay
there and luxuriated in it. I found myself drifting off
while he rubbed me.
Suddenly the next thing I knew was that I was back in
the shower with cold water splashing me. All of my
senses came back with a bang and I saw Calvin there,
grinning as the water pounded me back into
consciousness. "Ahhhhh! What you do that for?" I
yelled, still only slightly coherent. "You said it
yourself, we've got all night," he replied as he turned
the water off.
He reached over and grabbed a huge towel and started
rubbing me dry. I just relaxed in his arms as he dried
me off. The terry-cloth felt so soft against my body,
even though I could feel how strong and powerful his
hands were. I was facing him, but I felt myself leaning
backward as he dried my front. I felt almost like a
baby as he gently rubbed the towel all over me.
Calvin let go of me with his right hand and swung it
under my knees and picked me up. I felt safe in his
powerful arms and put my arms around his neck to hold
on. His arms felt strong and snug, but I also felt like
I was on clouds that were puffy and cotton-like. I must
have been 5 1/2 feet off the floor, but it felt like I
was miles above the ground. As we walked through the
suite I felt like I was dreaming.
But then, I realized we were in the bedroom and he was
putting me on the bed. I knew exactly what was going to
happen next. I had never fucked a black man before.
While I was in college, I had gone out with one of
Aretha's black friends one time. We had danced a bit
but nothing ever came of it. Suddenly I started to feel
scared. I know it sounds strange. Here I had spent the
last - I don't know, two hours - sucking and being
eaten by this beautiful man - but I started to shake. I
started to worry about what Greg would think.
I started to worry about Aretha would think. Hell, I
even started to worry about what my mother would think
about how nice girls don't fuck their best friend's
husbands. Or was it that nice girls don't leave their
husbands with their best friend and fuck big black men?
Or was it that nice girls don't get this excited no
matter who they're with?
If Calvin noticed me shaking, he didn't show it. He
laid me on the bed and put his body on top of mine. I
didn't want to object, but a little voice inside of me
was crying out "Make him stop." I bit my lip to stop
from saying it. I couldn't have stopped him even if I
had wanted to. He kissed my forehead and pushed himself
up on his arms. My legs were squeezed tightly together.
That little voice kept saying "Make him stop." It
didn't control my mouth, so I didn't say anything. But
it did control my legs. I wasn't going to open them for
him. Not willingly anyway.
But Calvin was so much bigger than me, my resistance
didn't matter at all. He put his right knee between my
legs and started to push them apart. I felt my cunt
being exposed to air again. I started to try to pull
myself away from him. But there was no place to go. He
was all over me. His left knee went between my legs and
spread me even further apart. I put my hand on his
chest to push him aside. But I felt his soft furry
chest again. It felt so good. I started rubbing it,
despite the fact that I was trying to get my legs
closed and my cunt covered.
He leaned towards me again, pushing his cock towards
me. He reached down and guided it towards my opening.
He rubbed the head against my lips and I could feel
them swallowing it, as though they had a mind of their
own. Then, that little voice started up again, "Don't
let him do it!" But this time it got control of my
mouth. "Oh no!" I blurted out. But he either didn't
hear me, or didn't pay attention. He fell the rest of
the way on top of me and his cock filled me fuller than
I have ever been filled.
He held me tightly and I listed inside for that voice.
It was quiet again. I wasn't afraid. In fact, I felt a
funny kind of quiet calm as his penis thrust deeply
inside me. I squeezed his body close to mine with my
arms, and at the same time, felt the muscles in my cunt
squeeze his cock. "Oh baby" I heard myself say. I
started straining my neck upwards so I could kiss him.
I wanted him in me on me over me around me. And I had
all of them.
We kissed hard as he pushed deeper and deeper into me.
I was overwhelmed, for the first time in my life. As he
pounded into me, I could feel my vagina muscles tighten
and relax to maintain the rhythm that he had set. My
arms were reaching around him, only he was so big that
I couldn't get them all around. So I grabbed his
shoulders and held on as tightly as I could. As his
pumping grew in intensity, I began to get an image in
my mind from an old movie I had seen.
A band of men were pounding on the door of a medieval
castle. They had a big battering ram and each time they
hit the castle door everything shuddered. The blows
grew stronger and stronger in intensity and each time
the men cheered. As Calvin's battering ram pounded
inside me I could feel the door about to break open.
With a Gargantuan thrust I felt his cock explode and I
knew that his hot white semen was now filling me. The
door broke open and I simply let everyone overrun me. I
came with an intensity I had never known. I pulled him
close and held on as though we were in a rapidly
flowing river and I would be pulled away unless I hung
on.
That was the last thing I remembered from that night. I
woke up the next morning with a jolt. "Where am I," I
thought for a moment. And then I remembered everything
that happened. I heard movement in the other room and I
slinked out of bed, with a blanket draped around
myself. There was Calvin, wearing another three-piece
suit, scurrying around the room with a bagel in one
hand and a folder in the other.
"I've got to run. I've got this presentation in twenty
minutes," he said, looking a little sheepish.
"I'll be OK," I said, a little disappointed, but also
relieved.
He came over and ran his hand through my hair. I took
it and ran it on my face. "We'll talk later," I said.
"Go ahead and go."
He nodded and walked to the door. As he was leaving I
noticed Greg, wearing his Bermuda shorts and Hawaiian
shirt walking through the hallway. I recognized his
voice as I heard him call out, "Calvin my man, what do
you say?"
"Some night, man. Some night," he said, surprising me
somewhat.
"You got that right," Greg's familiar voice said,
fading away as the two walked away.
Part Three
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I looked around and found one of Calvin's Boston Red
Sox T-shirts. I threw it on. It fit me like a dress. I
grabbed my key and went out into the hallway. I went
next door and opened it. "Aretha," I called out,
softly. No answer. I walked into the living area. If I
had been paying attention I would have noticed that all
the cushions were off the sofa and chairs and there
were some damp towels there. "Aretha," I tried again, a
little louder. Nothing. I went into the bedroom and saw
her lying there, nude, uncovered, and sleeping with a
silly grin on her face.
"White Girl?" she said half opening her eyes.
I didn't say anything. I just nodded.
She looked panic-stricken for a moment. "Oh I am sorry.
We got carried away. I didn't know it would get this
far." She looked at me for a second and her eyes began
to clear. "You're wearing Calvin's Red Sox shirt aren't
you?" I nodded. "You weren't wearing it last night were
you?" I shook my head. "Are you wearing anything under
that?" I shook my head slowly and started to grin.
Aretha began to lighten up. "Did we have fun last
night?" she asked, starting to smile broadly.
"Oh yes we did," I said.
I went over to the kitchenette and made us some coffee.
We had some cereal in the cupboard and some milk in the
refrigerator, so we had breakfast in. I snuck over to
Aretha's suite and got her robe, so she'd have
something to wear. We sat down and started to talk
about what had happened.
I began to tell her about Calvin and me. "I snuck up on
him while he was in bed. It took him a few seconds to
realize someone other than you was in bed with him."
"What did he say? What did he say?" Aretha was excited
to hear what went on.
"He said, 'You're not Aretha.' Then he said, 'You're
definitely not Aretha.'"
"What did you do next?" she asked, drawing nearer to
me.
"Well, if you want the gory details, I went down on
him. I took his penis between my breasts and rubbed him
till he came. Then when I was in the bathroom cleaning
up, he came in and we took a shower together. He ate my
while we were in there. Then he gave me a massage in
the sauna and we went to bed and did it again." I
described the whole scene with a certain clinical
detachment. I didn't want to make her jealous. But she
was obviously getting more and more excited listening
to me.
"You 'did it again,' as in..."
I cut her off. "as in he got on top of me and made love
to me till we both came. Then we fell asleep. He was
getting ready to leave when I woke up. I was worried
about what happened with you two, then I heard Greg
talk to Calvin."
Aretha looked worried for a moment. "Greg talked to
Calvin. What did he say."
"I forget, but they sounded real friendly. Greg said
something like 'Calvin my man," and Calvin said
something about this being `some night," and Greg said
'you got that right.' I figured things had gone well
over here.
"Oh did they ever, White Girl. Sit here and let me tell
you what that, that animal you married is like," Aretha
said as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
I was surprised to hear that. I've thought of Greg in
lots of ways, but never as a sexual animal. I listened
closely.
"I wasn't sure just what I was going to do when I went
in. I half expected you'd call it off. You remember
that night during our sophomore year when we went out
dancing with Bobby Freeman and Davie Lefkowitz and I
said we should switch dance partners and you wouldn't?"
"Yeah, but I hated Bobby. He was disgusting."
"I know, I know. I dumped him, remember? Anyway, I was
wondering if you were going to call it off. But you
didn't. So I went inside and walked into the bedroom.
Greg was awake, lying on his back. I think he knew
something was up. You never could keep a secret. But he
didn't know exactly what was going on. I walked in and
went right over and lay on top of him."
"Did he say anything?" I could feel myself getting
excited. Somehow since it was Aretha, I didn't feel
jealous.
"Yeah, he said, 'So that's why Joyce made me turn off
the lights before she came in.' Then he took my head
between his hands and gave me a kiss. 'This is a
pleasant surprise.'"
Aretha smiled. "I hadn't planned too far ahead what I
was going to do. But I knew that I wanted to be the
stronger one, for a change. So I pushed him back and
held him down and started kissing his chest. It's
really soft and smooth. I like to kiss a guy's chest,
but Calvin's so hairy, I don't like it as much.
"I put my weight on him, holding him down, while I
started licking his nipples. He wasn't struggling or
anything like that. But he sort of understood that for
now, I was going to be in charge. I reached down and
pulled at his pajama bottoms. I had to get off him a
bit, just so I could slide them off. I then had to turn
on a light, 'cause I wanted to see what he had down
there."
"Were you disappointed?" I asked. "I mean, Calvin is
really quite large."
"Didn't anyone ever teach you that size doesn't count?
It's a beautiful tool and he certainly knew what to do
with it. I licked it a bit, to make the head slippery.
Then I got on top of him and swung my legs around on
his sides so that I was in the saddle. I took that
beautiful white cock and I started rubbing the head
against my pussy. I was really getting off on how white
it looked, with that red head on it and the veins and
all that. He has one pretty cock. It didn't take long
before he was in me all the way.
"White Girl, I gotta tell you this, I loved being on
top like that. I've been on top of guys before, but
they always wanted to roll over. They always wanted to
be in charge. But not Greg. He just left it to me. I
did the work. I went up and down and up and down. I
leaned forward and he started kissing my breasts
through the fabric of that little ol' teddy. He's got
some kind of tongue. He started nipping on my nipple
and he just knew how hard I wanted it. And girl, let me
tell you, I wanted it hard. He'd have left teeth marks
if he did it any harder."
I wasn't jealous, but I was amazed. I always felt that
Greg was too rough on my breasts. Maybe I had been
missing something.
Aretha went on. "I came, two, three, times and he just
laid there and smiled. I told him, 'Boy it's your turn.
Time for you to let go.' He just said, 'No, that's OK,
I'll wait a bit.' `Boy,' I said, 'I'm not asking you.
I'm telling you. I'd like to feel you come deep inside
me.' And I started rocking and rolling again. I think
he might have held on, but I reached down and started
fondling his nipples again. That did it. He grunted.
He's really sweet when he comes. He grunted and I could
feel it deep inside my pussy."
As she was telling this part of her story I started to
feel a little less, well, guilty. I had had sex. Now
Greg had had sex. I had had sex with Aretha's husband.
Now Aretha had had sex with my husband. Things felt
good, in balance. But I kept looking around and could
see the mess in the living room. I had the feeling that
this wasn't the end of her story.
"Well, we rested a while and talked. He told me he had
never been with a black woman before, and I told him
about my one experience with a white guy."
I was surprised. "Who?"
"I thought you knew. Don't you remember during our
senior year when your brother and his friend Ted came
out from California? Well, ah, after everyone was
asleep, I met Ted going to the bathroom. He came into
my room to talk and wound up spending the night. I had
just broken up with Lucius and it was nice to be with
someone I knew wasn't going to want me to quit school
and make babies. So we did it.
"I made him promise not to tell, so I guess he kept his
word. I snuck him back into the living room that night.
But that was my one and only time with a white guy. It
was nice, but nothing special. You'd hear about white
guys, how they can't satisfy a woman, and all that. I
always thought it was a crock of shit, but there was a
little piece of me that wondered. I mean, I deal with
white guys all the time. Some of the lawyers try to hit
on me. But since I work for a judge - a woman judge -
they don't want to piss her off. But I guess now I know
better.
"Anyway, we talked for a while and he said, 'You wanna
do something crazy?' I told him, 'As opposed to
swapping husbands with my best friend from college?'"
He smiled and said, 'Come on.' He took me by the hand
and we went into the closet by the bathroom and got out
a few towels. He went to the dresser and grabbed his
key and we went to the door. I asked him, 'We're not
going out like this are we?' He nodded. 'Wrap a towel
around yourself, you'll be fine.'
"We headed for the elevator, but I told him no way was
I getting on that. There could be too many people
coming through. So we took the back stairs down four
flights. We got off right by the pool. 'Come on,' he
said, taking me by the hand. It was dark. All the pool
lights were off. The sign said that the pool closed at
11:00. There was a chain across the gate, but it wasn't
locked. He said, 'They're not going to throw us out.
We've paid for three nights.'
"So we went inside and got in the water. It was still
warm, and it felt really good. I haven't been skinny
dipping in years. You-know-who wouldn't want to do it.
But Greg led me into the water and we started swimming
together. It was real graceful, kind of like dancing.
After a few minutes we started to kiss. I reached down
and groped him, feeling him grow in my hand. On one
level, I couldn't believe I was doing this. But you
know, I had always wanted to do something like this.
All my life I've wanted to step over the edge. But I
saw what happened when people did it. In my
neighborhood once you stepped over the edge, the drop
off was pretty great. So I always made damn sure to be
safe. But here, I just didn't care.
"I led Greg over to the middle of the pool where there
was a rope going from one side to the other. I spread
my arms out and wrapped each one up in the rope, so I
had some balance. I then started rubbing myself up
against him. He caught on real quick. I was floating on
the water with him inside me. He was holding on to me
by my breasts, stroking them and playing with the
nipples. I was still pretty lubricated from before, so
things felt comfortable.
"Anyway, we moved back and forth, splashing around. I
guess I should have worried that someone would hear us.
But I just let go. We came together. I let go of the
ropes and we both fell under the water. We swam around
a bit and got out. We had to dry ourselves off quickly,
since the night air was getting a bit cold. That's how
come we wound up getting these towels wet." and she
pointed to the wet towels that were all around the
living room.
"I noticed those when I came in," I said, which wasn't
really true, but I didn't want her thinking I was
unaware of everything.
"Well, after that we climbed up those four flights of
stairs. I was pretty tired by that point and I wanted
to get some sleep. But Greg seemed energized by the
whole thing. I told him, 'Come on honey, let's go to
bed.' But he grinned and he said, 'Make me.' 'Whatta
you mean, make you?' 'I mean, make me. You're about
four inches taller than me.' He pinched my belly. 'I'm
a skinny white boy. You must weigh about 30 pounds more
than me. I'll wrestle you. You win, you decided what we
do. If I win, I decide.'
"I was tired, but I had enjoyed using my strength when
we first made love. So, we took the cushions off the
furniture and put them on the floor. I asked him, 'How
do you want to do this?' He smiled and said, 'No
rules.' 'No rules? OK, White Boy, no rules" and I
lunged for his groin. But he was too quick and tripped
me. It was beginning to dawn on me that I was starting
to take the whole thing seriously. I mean, we were both
stark naked. We had made love twice already. But I
didn't want to lose to him."
"Did Greg tell you he had wrestled in college?" I
asked, interrupting her.
"Eventually. Division three, however. And he said he
wasn't that good. Anyway, I got up and locked my hands
on his shoulders. I was trying to push him down, but he
slid to one side and flipped me to the ground. I landed
on my stomach and he was on top of me." She looked up
for a moment and smiled. "Not that this was what you'd
call unpleasant. He started kissing my neck and I
started reaching around for him. I told him, 'This
isn't comfortable, let me get up.' So he moved off me
and I sat up and put my hands forward. Then I grabbed
him and pushed him on his back. I said, 'You said, no
rules, remember?'
"I thought I was going to pin him, but he flipped me on
my back. But while my legs were flying around I got him
in a headlock. I've got powerful legs - I work out on a
stationary bike, you know. I was squeezing his head
pretty tight. But he got his mouth on my leg and
started licking my thigh. I know his coach didn't teach
him to do that. It felt so good that I couldn't hold
him anymore.
"He said, 'OK, let's get into the starting position.'
So I knelt down on the floor with my hands in front of
me. Only he didn't get along side of me. He came up
from behind and started to play with my clit. God I
ached for him. It felt so good that I started pushing
against his hand. He put in one finger, then another,
and then a third. Then he pulled his fingers out and
put his cock in me. I heard a loud moan. Then I
realized it was me. I was the one moaning like a bitch
in heat. He was pumping away at me from behind, harder
and harder. I started to talk dirty. I was saying 'Oh
fuck me hard, oh fuck me hard," and all that."
She looked at me and shook her head. 'I NEVER do that
sort of thing. I've always been quiet. But he kept
humping away at me. Finally, I couldn't hold anything
back, and I called out `Ohhhh!' and felt my legs
buckle. He collapsed too, but not until he shot another
big load inside me. We lay there for a while and then I
led him to the bedroom where we got, maybe three hours
sleep. Then you came in. Now you know."
I had been listening intently, feeling mixtures of
excitement and jealousy and relief. "It looks like
we've learned some things about our men, doesn't it?" I
said, trying to be serious.
Aretha nodded, "Looks like we're back in school again,
doesn't it? Learning stuff and what not. Only I
wouldn't mind a few more lessons like this one." She
started to laugh.
I started laughing, too. "I wouldn't mind being the
teacher's pet for these lessons." We were both
laughing, from the excitement and relief, and from
feeling good together after being together again. All
of a sudden, the door flew open. Greg and Calvin walked
in.
"Ladies," Calvin said. "Nice to see you're up."
Aretha was still laughing, "From what I hear, you were
up pretty good yourself."
Everyone started to laugh. Things were going to be OK.
I could tell write about all the things we did during
our remaining two nights. Suffice it to say, we spent
almost every moment together. Greg and Calvin managed
to complete some negotiations. Greg is going to work
for Calvin's company. We're going to be moving to
Boston. It seems that Aretha and Calvin's neighbor is
moving out and we're buying the house next door. We've
already begun to plan to build and share a big pool and
a big fence and to have lots of visiting back and
forth.
End
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