Couples of South Pointe Lake

19. After Dinner

The evening had been a fantastic event; the night, however, was spectacular.  They had ended up at her apartment—Becca with her date, Ray, where she wasted no time jumping him and smothering him with kisses.  He had intuitively read her mind before even she made her move.  All evening, he had been feeding her implicit signals and subtle gestures, letting her know what she was in for once they concluded their fanfare.  Becca had gone along half-heartedly, though unconvincingly pretending that she hadn’t a clue regarding the chemistry between them.  The reality was that she couldn’t wait for the pretense to be over so they could commence to what they both wanted, or instead what she wanted especially.

Her desire was to get f****d out of her mind like never before.  From all indication, that appeared to be what Ray’s sole intentions were as well.  He was shrewd and slick with how he applied toward reading her body signals without inquiring anything intimate from her.  Becca shut her eyes and held him with both arms as they continued their passionate kiss.  Ray ran his hands down her waist before reaching around to squeeze her butt, pulling her toward him.  They inhaled each other’s breath with a frenzy as they smacked lips and exchanged saliva fluids.  Becca lifted her thigh pressed against his crotch, feeling his bulging hard-on inside his jeans.  Ray responded alike by pulling up her skirt to grab a handful of her buttock.

They moved away from the door and bumped into her furniture before clumsily crashing against her center table.  Becca didn’t bother about looking for the light switch; the only source of light came from the building’s parking grounds reflecting past her curtains.  Ray helped Becca to her feet after untangling themselves from the floor.

“Where’s your f*****g bedroom?” Ray asked impatiently.

“That way,” Becca indicated where.  She stopped to unclasp her shoes from her feet, leaving it, including her handbag behind.  She was itching to get out of her clothes, not wanting this moment to escape her.

Ray swept Becca off her feet into his arms and carted her toward her bedroom door.  Becca opened the door for them and Ray went and deposited her on the bed.  Becca gasped when she heard a ripping sound, realizing she had torn a part of her dress.  Ray stood looking at her while he worked at unbuttoning his shirt.  Becca was too impatient for that and came upon the bed and pulled him down onto her.

How had they ended up like this?  The day began like every other day for her.  Becca had been in the shower when she turned off the shower to catch the jangling ringtone that was her phone.  She scrambled out of the bathroom, careful not to slip on the floor as she dripped water in her trail while going to grab her phone in the bedroom.  It was Ray calling to make sure they were still on for their date. 

“Sure, yes,” Becca said while swiping her wet hair from her face.  “I’m looking forward to it,” she added.

“Same here,” Ray said.  “Hope you’ll be wearing something good for me when I come by.”

“I think I’ve got something lovely lined up.”

“Hmmm.  I like the sound of that.”

Becca wanted to add something to that, but couldn’t breathe forth the words.  She felt hypnotized by the sound of his captivating voice.

“So,” Ray continued.  “I’ll be seeing you later then.”

“Yes.  I’ll be waiting.”

The call ended, and Becca reflected on what the evening would end up like with him.  One way or another, she knew the s*x was going to be explosive.  He sounded so self-assured like he wanted to reach through the phone and take her.  It was a good thing she had done her nails; now, all that remained was picking the right outfit to wear.  She had promised to look good for him and intended to keep her word.

Her phone rang again at 6:36 p.m., and it was Ray letting her know he was on his way to her apartment.  Becca paced her living room with her teddy bear in her arm and her phone in hand.  She would peep out her window to see if anything unusual was outside, not like she knew what car he would be driving.  She drank some water in the kitchen to calm her nerves.  Her phone came alive, and it was Ray saying he was downstairs waiting.  Becca answered that she would be there soon and hung up.  She raced into the bedroom to grab her handbag then breezed out of her apartment.

They had dinner at a trendy restaurant with a view of the lake.  Their conversation flowed casually, interspersed with them sharing work-related anecdotes and laughter.  Their dessert arrived, and it was then that Ray reached across for her hand.  Becca allowed him, taking comfort in his touch as he gently squeezed her hand in his. 

The night went on, which for Becca seemed like a well-scripted plan, up to when he drove her home.  She walked two steps away from him, then turned and asked if he won’t mind coming upstairs for a cup of coffee, to which Ray accepted.  They held hands as they walked up the stairs to her door.  A stirring sensation occurred in the depths of Becca’s crotch that made her stumble on her feet as she came to unlock her door seconds before becoming the horny vixen that she was now.

The event of the night replayed in her mind like a sped-up film roll starting with the moment Ray fell on her.  She locked him in a tight embrace and they then rolled across the bed.  She pelted him with kisses while simultaneously allowed him to take off his shirt.  Becca wasted no time getting rid of her blouse.  She came off Ray so he could get out of his pants.  Becca came to his assistance, breathing like a horny witch.

“I’ve got to say this,” Becca gasped while shoving his pants and pair of briefs down his thighs,  “I’ve had you on my mind all morning.  Including this evening, too,” she added.

Ray wielded his phallus before her face, stroking it.  Becca decided to take care of that for him.  She applied both hands around his foreskin and jerked him off slow and steady, savoring the droplet of pre-c*m that oozed out of his p***s.  His erection up-close looked massive.  Never had she beheld such a massive girth ever, not even her first love, Jeremy, had packed anything like this.  Becca was excited beyond comprehension, yet couldn’t shake off the foreboding apprehension that came with cradling his p***s in her hand.  One way or another, tonight was going to change everything about her life.  Choosing not to dispel the swirling emotions in her head, Becca assumed herself as a victim to some malignant spirit that suddenly possessed her mind and body, compelling her toward ingesting his p***s.  She shut her eyes and tried her damn best to allow his erection to stretch her jaw muscles.  Becca was unprepared for it.  Her eyes remained tightly shut while she inhaled his infectious odor while listening to herself grunt lewd noise as she struggled to suck his c**k.  Ray equally didn’t make it easy for her.  He grabbed her head with both hands and went ahead with jerking his hips back and forth.  This was grueling work for Becca, as she coughed while spurting saliva on his hard-on.  Her jaw was starting to hurt immensely, but Ray didn’t release her from his grip. 

Eventually, he let go of Becca, and she fell back on the bed and ran the back of her arm across her lips to wipe off drool.  He waited for her to gather herself before gesturing at her to come to him.  Becca did, and he then kissed her, which made the pain in her jaw seem forgotten.

“You ever been in bed with a black man before?” he asked.

“Never,” she said while massaging her jaw.  “I’ve never . . .  I haven’t ever been with a man like you before.”

Ray grinned when she said that.  “You’re in for a treat then.  Make room, let me get in your bed.” 

*            *          *

“Hiya, hon.”

Scott Baskin smiled as he entered his home and then walked into his wife, Mia’s arms.  She kissed and hugged him.  Like any caring housewife, Mia always looked forward to him returning home her after patrolling the Cumberland side streets and dark alleys.  It reassured her of another day’s worth of having him safe and no longer endangering his life to whatever malfeasance roamed the neighborhood streets at nighttime.  Cumberland, like any other township in Middle America, wasn’t safe from harmful degenerates.  Today, Scott had returned early, and he wasn’t alone.

“I’ve brought someone special with me,” he turned toward his partner, Elroy Jamison, who looked bashful at having set foot into his buddy’s homestead.  

They had been partners going on two years.  Besides being his partner, Elroy considered Scott a close friend, and he reasoned the same was mutual with Scott.  But there was a certain restraint regarding their friendship.  Elroy had driven Scott home plenty of times before but hadn’t set foot into his partner’s home until now.  Whatever weird idea that enticed his partner to invite him over for dinner, Elroy was clueless about.  That aside, he was flattered by the invitation.  He was soon to learn that it was Mia who insisted on Scott having him over for dinner.  There were more clues drawn from that, Elroy reasoned, as he came and shook Mia Baskin’s hand.

“I’m honored to be in your home, Mrs. Baskin,” he said.

“Oh please,” Mia chuckled.  Hers was a charming type of laugh and sounded infectious as she flashed her teeth at him.  “The honor is all mine that you accepted.  Do have a seat.  I‘ll be with you guys in a minute.”

Scott led his buddy into his den.  He offered him a beer, and they watched a re-run of the evening news and made small chatter until Mia beckoned them to the dinner table.  The table was small but round.  If Elroy felt he was being set-up, it never occurred to him until that moment.  Mia offered him helpings of lasagna and green peas onto his plate.  Elroy took his time with his meal and as the conversation flowed, he relaxed under the inquisitive gaze of Mia’s charming smile.

Mia was a beautiful woman.  So beautiful, Elroy thought of his friend as one lucky bastard to have snagged her before anybody else did.  Her smile highlighted her cheekbones and turquoise eyes to the point that Elroy perceived she was staring into him the entire time.  Now and then, she would slide her blonde hair to the side from falling over her face.  The outline of her breasts appeared prominent against the fabric of her t-shirt; it was plain to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.  Elroy responded to her questions while Scott concentrated on his plate, unbothered about them.  He did chip in a line or two but made like he wasn’t in the room with them, only a spectator. 

Elroy grew anxious from their conversation, sensing more to it than meets the eye as if that wasn’t obvious.  He was a deer caught in a pair of headlights, which in this case, was Mia’s searching eyes.

They finished dinner then returned to the living room with beers in hand.  Scott stayed behind to clear the dinner table while Mia and Elroy drank to each other’s health.  The TV was still on.  Mia sat facing Elroy, focusing her stare upon him than what action was ongoing on the tube.

“I’m glad you decided to take up our offer to come by,” she said.

“No sweat,” said Elroy.  “Scott insisted that I make it over, so here I am.” 

They were silent for a moment.  Scott was still deliberately puttering about in the kitchen, doing whatever Elroy had no idea of.  This was the plan for Mia to make her move while he was out of the scene.

“Aside from dinner, did Scott mention t why I wanted you over.”

“He did mention it,” Elroy said.

“Tell me what exactly he said to you.” 

She worked that smile back on her face to disarm him of any secret intention.  Elroy decided then to step to the plate.

“He told me, without mincing any words, that he wants me to come over and f**k you.”

The silence that preceded his words was brief, and Mia’s laughter quickly shattered it.  She stopped to drink her beer.  “What did you think about it when he told you that?”

Elroy shrugged.  “My first thought was that he was either joking or crazy.  But he let me know how serious he was and insisted that I make it over for dinner.”

He looked up and saw Scott enter the room, holding a bottle of beer in hand as he came and sat across from them.  He switched his gaze at the TV screen, leaving them to their intimate conversation. 

“It means the world to me that you came, believe me.”  She folded her legs onto the sofa.  “Scott is a good man and a wonderful husband,” she glanced at Scott, who smiled back and raised his beer at her.  “Believe me, I cannot want anything more from a husband than what I have in him.  But it gets different with him in the sack.  He’s like a fire-cracker that goes off so sudden, way before you can get it up.  I’ve got a rundown of excuses from him, all nothing but stress from the job, is what he’s told me.  Excuses, excuses, and more f*****g excuses is what I’ve had to deal with since.” 

“You ain’t got no more room for any more excuses?”

“You’re damn skippy I don’t, Elroy,” she chuckled at her humor, then stretched her leg across the sofa, rubbing her feet against his thigh.  “What I want is plain and simple: a real man in my f*****g bed f*****g me like a w***e.  That’s why I demanded he finds me someone who’d be up to the task.”

Elroy didn’t let it show on his face, but he was astounded to hear her speak like this.  He looked over at his buddy, who seemed equally phlegmatic about her word.  Mia’s toes were pinching Elroy’s thigh as if to gain back his attention.

 “Scott’s okay with that?” Elroy asked as if everything she had told him wasn’t evident enough.  What he wanted was to hear it from his friend’s lips, hence why he glanced toward Scott to get a response from him.

“For sure, I’m down with it,” said Scott with friendly candor.  “Mia wants what’s best for her, and who better to satisfy her than my regular partner.  From what you told me about you and that chick at the Rooster, I know you’ll be good with Mia.”

“But what if someone at the station finds out?”

“That’s why I want this to be our best-kept secret, partner.  I certainly won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Oh, please, enough of all this boys’ talk,” Mia said impatiently.

Elroy turned to see her scot forward toward him.  He didn’t move a muscle as she drew closer and puckered her lips for a kiss.  Elroy responded out of impulse.  He drew her toward him while his mind battled with the consequences of what he was doing.  Elroy was familiar with the terrain he was jumping into.  He knew what it meant for one to become a cuckold.  He conversant with the term and had read up on the subject before, though never envisioned he would become an accomplice to one.  Yet here was his partner/friend’s gorgeous wife locking arms around his shoulder, caressing the back of his head while jamming her tongue into his mouth.  He first laid his hand on her thigh, then got bold enough to bring it up to her waist and stay there.  Mia edged further into his grasp until she had him pressed against the sofa’s armrest.  Their kissing seemed to go on forever.  Elroy felt the weight of her breasts against his torso; her n*****s were like pencil erasers stabbing at his chest, dying for equal attention.  Elroy reached his hand back to cup her buttock.  His p***s was up and angling in his crotch for room to breathe.

Scott no longer had his attention hooked on the TV, but rather on them.  He was already sporting an erection way before his wife jumped his friend.  He knew Mia would attempt something dramatic like this; he had sensed it in her while they sat for dinner.  Mia was never one to hold back her feelings when it comes to s*x.  Getting her aroused was easy, and once she got to that spot of no return once she gets out of her clothes, she was like a lion let loose in the jungle.  From the start of foreplay, nothing short of an earthquake or tornado would stop her until she sated with her fill.  Scott only hoped she didn’t rip Elroy’s shirt off him.  And if she did, so much the better for Elroy to spend the night in their abode.  It wasn’t like they would be in a hurry to get to work tomorrow.

Scott was first grabbing at his crotch, then later unzipped his jeans’ fly and began playing with his sensitive organ while he continued watching Mia frolic with his partner.

*             *          *

JoBeth and her partner, Sharona, were putting up a show for the Rooster crowd that same evening.  Both women wrestled each other in a five-foot floatable tub placed in the center of the stage with colorful lights dazzling them.  They were covered head to toe in baby oil, which made their bodies glisten and slick to grasp as they grappled with each other while the crowd roared and whistled in a frenzy. 

Charles DeGrasse sat at a corner booth situated ten feet from the stage; like the crowd, he was also taking pleasure from watching Jo.  He would have preferred his customary place at the bar, except he had gotten here late, and the stools were all occupied.  It wasn’t typical of him to get here late; he was usually here before 10:00 before the evening fun started.  His janitorial work had consumed his time.  Also, that fool, Dan, whom he did extra hours for two days in a row, came an hour late to take over from him.  His excuse being that his baby-mama had been tripping all week and wasn’t cutting him no slack, like that was supposed to make Charles feel any better. 

Charles knew beforehand that JoBeth was performing today and didn’t want to miss out on it.  He finished listening to Dan’s shitty sob-story, then gave the fool a quick rundown of the work ahead, and then bolted.  He changed clothes beside JoBeth’s car, discarding his janitor outfit into the trunk before jumping inside and screeching like hell to beat the clock.  The show had begun minutes before he arrived.  Charles’s initial worry was that he might bump into Jo’s cop boyfriend, except he was nowhere in the joint.  Charles tried his best to relax and prayed for both of them to remain a no-show.

The girls went on grasping and slipping in the oiled tub, splattering baby oil on themselves and onto the stage.  Neither emerged victorious when the show ended—that wasn’t the intention—and the crowd applauded as both women curtseyed out behind the curtains.

Another pole dancer came to take the women’s place.  Charles finished his drink then left to wait in the car.  JoBeth likely knew he was around—someone from the bar would have told her—and she won’t be performing anymore acts tonight.  The night was looking better for him, especially knowing her black boyfriend hadn’t shown up.  He sat behind the wheel and lit himself a cigarette while he waited.  He looked at his cigarette and wished it would transform to weed instead.   He could easily get his hands on fresh stash, but the important task would be finding new buyers.

A knuckle rapped against the window, and Charles looked and saw it was Jo, with her friend standing behind her.  Sharona held a cigarette to her lips, making as if she was waiting for another customer to pick her up.

“Hey,” Charles stumbled out of the car.  “You girls didn’t take long.”

“It’s been a long night,” Jo said.  “Good thing you made it.”

“Yeah.  You ready to head on home?”

“Sharona’s coming with us.”  

“Oh, sure,” Charles muttered.  At least she won’t be heading home with the f*****g cop. 

Both women got in the backseat, and Charles assumed his chauffeur role and drove them to their apartment.  JoBeth and Sharona went into the building while he parked the car, then gathered his janitor coveralls and bucket of cleaning liquids and brushes out of the booth before entering the building.  

Charles let himself into the apartment and deposited his items in the small nook in the kitchen, where he usually kept his work stuff.  The bedroom door was open; he heard whispery laughter coming from there.  

Charles took off his jacket, then went and peeped through the doorway.

JoBeth and Sharona were on the bed, grappling like they had done back at the Rooster bar, except this time they didn’t require an audience this time.  They laughed at their playfulness as they stopped to get out of their clothes.  The only light source in the room was the bedside lamp, which highlighted their shadows on the wall.  Charles couldn’t thank his luck enough; this was something to behold.  It had been months since he watched Jo in bed with another woman.  The last episode happened on his birthday after his last stint in prison, which involved a working girl whom Charles had propositioned.  It had been a rare gift from Jo, something she hadn’t repeated since until now.  

Charles went and switched off the living room lights before sliding past the bedroom door, careful not to make much noise.  He unbuttoned his jeans and stood in the room’s dark corner m**********g to the sight of Jo lying face-forward while eating out her friend’s p***y.   Sharona grabbed hold of the bed’s headboard while squealing her pleasure; the light from the bedside lamp highlighted the lust etched on her face.    

The women switched places afterward with Jo positioning herself on her elbows and knees while Sharona spread her ass cheeks and lapped her way up and down her ass crack.  Charles gave a muted gasp as he spurted his load onto his pants.  His p***s resembled a busted balloon in his hand still oozing with semen.  He looked at the women to make sure they weren’t concerned about his presence, then proceeded to lick the splattered semen off his hand.