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Metamorphosis of Robin Daniels Part one
Shooter3704

(Met-a-mor-pho-sis (n) A marked or complete alteration in appearance, 
condition, character, or function.)

Robin Daniels was thirty-eight years old that very day she strolled 
along the small lake that was part of the city park. Her stroll was more 
or less aimless. She was deep in thought as she walked the paths of the 
park.

By most standards Robin had no reason to be unhappy nor was she unhappy 
in any way she could put her finger on. She just wasn't as happy as she 
felt she should be. Her husband, Joe, had a good income. Very good as a 
matter of fact. He held the position of vice president in a large 
nationally known investment company. Their only child wasn't a child any 
longer. Rachel was nineteen and away at college.

Robin reflected that her marriage to Joe was comfortable. They had 
merged into middle age together. Robin was also aware that she wasn't 
the young, hot, hard bodied woman she had been when they married. Since 
her hysterectomy she was carrying an extra forty pounds that she 
couldn't shake. She had a wiry grin on her face when that forty pounds 
came to mind. She couldn't shake it and she would admit to herself she 
hadn't really tried all that hard to get rid of it. Being tall, 
five-eight, she could carry it without a lot of difficulty. Robin had 
not had a bathing suit on in more years than she wanted to remember. Joe 
had not seen her completely naked in over ten years. She always made 
sure that she was dressed in pajamas or a night gown before she emerged 
from the bathroom. Sex. When she thought of sex she kicked a stone as 
far as she could out of frustration. Sex had almost become a memory for 
them and she knew it was mostly her fault.

She had let herself go and Joe hadn't. His body was still lean and hard 
because he worked hard to keep it that way. Joe started every day out 
with a run regardless of the weather. He went to the gym at least once a 
week and he was careful about his diet. She had done nothing to 
encourage sex because she could stand the idea of him seeing her naked.

Robin stopped and watched some ducks. While she watched her mind was a 
long way away from the pond. She wondered when sex became something to 
be avoided. She had always loved sex. Even her first sexual experience 
was great. For the first ten years of marriage Joe and Robin took every 
opportunity to tangle the sheets. Even after Rachel was born they set 
out to make a brother or sister for her but that wasn't to be. Scaring 
in the womb took care of that. Joe or Robin didn't let that fact deter 
them from having sex. Great sex. When had it become a chore?

Robin was aware of the two young men approaching her on the path, but 
she didn't actually see them. Her mind was elsewhere. It wasn't until 
they passed that she really noticed.

"Not bad for an old broad," one said loud enough for her to overhear.

"Yeah, if she would loose a hundred pounds, might be a nice piece of 
ass," the other one said, laughing.

Robin froze in shock at their crude comments. "Old", rang in her mind. 
"A hundred pounds" clanged in her head like a hammer on an anvil. She 
abandoned her walk and hurried back to her parked car, but the words 
wouldn't leave her. She wasn't sure at what point she started crying but 
several block from her home she had to pull over and stop. It took her 
several minutes to regain control enough to continue her trip home.

The next day she call their friend Tony Miller who was also their family 
doctor. He told her to come right in.

"What seems to be the problem," Tony asked her when they were in his 
office behind close doors. "Are you sick, Robin?"

"No," she answered. "Not sick. I'm old and I'm fat and I don't want to 
be either."

"Okay, then," he said with a chuckle. "I can't do much about age but as 
far as your weight I can do something about that. I can recommend a diet 
that...why are you shaking your head?"

"I don't have enough self control to diet," she said. "I've tried that 
and nothing has worked. I want you to recommend a spa where they'll make 
me lose weight."

Tony Miller studied the woman sitting in front of his desk. He saw a 
younger looking woman then her real age would dictate. Minus the fat and 
a little cosmetics she could be a knock-out

"Okay Robin," he said. "That might work, but the bottom line is you have 
to work at it yourself. There is no magic cure for obesity. It's not a 
matter of just going somewhere and having someone do all the work. "

"I know that, but I need to be under some type of structured program. I 
have to be where there are no temptations to fall off the diet. I need a 
place where they'll make me do what's right."

"I've heard some pretty good things about a place in southern 
California. It's expensive, but I suppose you and Joe can afford it. I 
have to wonder if you realize just how hard it will be? You are looking 
at a minimum of six weeks of tough stuff, Robin."

"I know it won't be easy, but I want to do it. Can you set it up?"

"I can and I will," the doctor said. "I'm sure they have a waiting list 
so it might take a while to get you in. In the meanwhile I'm going to 
suggest you start exercising. Exercising your body and some 
self-control. All the goodies you have stashed away, get rid of. Stay 
out of places where you'll be tempted. Cut out all alcohol. Start out 
slow by walking." Robin listened carefully as Tony went over the list of 
things to do and not do. She was frightened of failing again but more 
frightened of not trying.

That night when she told Joe of her plans he was both surprised and 
delighted. He had spent many hours wishing she would do something to 
help herself.

It took nearly two months to get in the spa. It was a difficult two 
months for Robin. But when she arrived at the desert spa she though she 
was in pretty good shape. She had lost nearly ten pounds on her own and 
the walking she did every day had given her some muscle tone. Little did 
she know. The first week was a nightmare and the second week was no 
better. Just when she thought that things would get easier the trainers 
added some work-out procedures, added a mile to her run, or added 
weights to the machines. She was constantly hungry even though she was 
fed four times a day.

At the end of the grueling six weeks she was in better shape then she 
had even been. Hard, lean and hot. She spent a lot of time in front of 
the full length looking at herself admiring herself and promising never 
to get back to the mess she had been. Robin Daniels liked the new Robin.

At first Joe didn't recognize her at the airport. She was nearly to him 
when he finally did. Robin laughed at the shocked expression on his 
face. During her lay-over in LA she went shopping. Her hair had been 
expertly styled at the spa. The few strands of gray were history. Joe 
watched the vision of beauty approach him unaware that his mouth had 
dropped open. Robin was even more beautiful than she had been at nineteen.

"Wow! I can't believe it's really you!" Joe stammered folding her in his 
arms.

"It is," Robin said laughing. "Just not as much of me as there was. Joe, 
I can't breath, honey."

They claimed her bags and were soon on their way home. He demanded to 
know all about her experiences at the fat farm, so she told him as he drove.

"That's about it," she said. They were turning into their drive. "All 
but my roommate the last two weeks. She was in for a tune-up, as she 
called it. I'll tell you about Liz later."

"Liz? Your roommate?"

"Yes, Liz is a call-girl and quite the character, too."

"A prostitute? You got to be kidding! Your roomy was a whore?"

"Call girl, Joe," she said with a smile. "I know there is a fine line 
there somewhere."

Joe and Robin made love almost as soon as they got home. Robin had to 
caution Joe a few time to take it easy with her new clothes.

It started off as their typical love-making but didn't stay that way 
very long. They both approached it with the desperation of sex long 
denied. Joe was amazed at how easily Robin reached the several climaxes 
she had. He was even more amazed that he was able to cum and recharge 
within a few minutes.

"Damn!" Joe said breathlessly. "That was...I don't know how to put it. 
Powerful, erotic, maybe even wild." He rolled over and kissed her 
tenderly. "Welcome back, Robin. I've missed you." He chuckled. "I've 
really missed that kind of lovin'."

"Thank you, Joe," she said also chuckling. "I've missed that kind of 
sex, too. It's been a long time, huh?"

"Too long," he agreed. "You should have got to a fat farm yeas ago." 
Robin didn't bother to reply to the obvious, but she knew that his 
insistence wouldn't have mattered. It had to be when she was ready.

After they rested a few minutes they got up and went in search of 
nourishment. Joe suggested they go out, but Robin said she was too tired 
from her trip and their romp to get dressed. She found some eggs and 
made them an omelet.

"So, tell me about that roommate," Joe said after they finished the meal.

"Ah, Liz," Robin said. "Like I said, she was in for a two week program. 
She told me she came every year. Liz is one of those people you almost 
immediately like when you meet. She's friendly and out-going."

"Yeah, I never met a call-girl I didn't like," Joe kidded. "What was so 
special about her?"

"For one thing she is drop-dead gorgeous. Liz is about six feet tall and 
build like that proverbial brick outhouse. Huge boobs. 38G, if you can 
imagine. I looked like a waif standing beside her," Robin added 
laughing. "Liz literally destroyed my preconceived notions about her 
profession. I always assumed that being a prostitute was something no 
one would ever brag about, but Liz did. She's proud of her profession 
and made no bones about it. She told some outrageous stories. Some were 
down right funny and some would make my hair stand on end. Not scary 
but...sexy, I guess. Anyway we became quite close during her two weeks at 
camp."

"Somehow I can't feature you being chummy with a hooker," Joe said. "I 
guess she came from somewhere out there?"

"No, as a matter of fact she lives and works in Capital City. Just down 
the road a few miles. We promised to get together real soon."

"Really?" Joe said. "You intend on...seeing her?"

"Sure why not? She's a nice person and I like her." Robin gave Joe a 
sharp look. "You disapprove?"

"No, not that," he answered quickly. "It's just that it's so out of 
character for you to even consider being friends with somebody like that."

Joe steered the conversation in another direction by telling Robin that 
Rachel would be coming home on summer break in two weeks.

"Good, I've missed her since she's been gone," Robin said. "Did you tell 
her what I was doing?"

"No," Joe said. "I thought it may be a surprise for her." He didn't have 
to tell his wife that he hadn't really believed she would complete the 
course. She knew he had doubted, and it was a source of pride that she 
had finished successfully, and that she had surprised both of them. "So 
what now?"

"Tomorrow I have to go shopping. I bought a few things in LA, but 
nothing I have will fit me now. I have to buy from the skin out. I have 
to find a gym so that I can keep in shape. From the looks of the 
cupboard I need to go grocery shopping and soon."

"I let things get low," Joe admitted. "I mostly ate take-out or went 
out. Gosh, it's good you're home, Robin."

"Thanks again, Joe. It's good to be home. But right now I have to go to 
bed," She smiled at his expression. "No, sweetie, this time to sleep. 
I'm wiped out from the trip and the wonderful love-making."
***

Over the next few days they fell back into their normal routine except 
that Robin joined Joe on his morning run. He was both surprised and 
delighted. Robin was showing every sign she intended to keep herself in 
good shape. It didn't take long before the morning run became a 
competition for them.

It was nearly a week after she came home that Joe mentioned her former 
roommate.

"I wonder how that works?" he mused. He was in bed waiting on her to 
come to bed. She had taken to wearing one of his tee-shirts as sleepwear.

"How what works?"

"Your call-girl friend. Does she have a pimp?"

"She called Rod her manager," Robin said. "He a rather large black fellow."

"She told you her pimp is black?"

"Oh, I met Rod. He came out on her first weekend."

"You met her pimp?"

"Manager," she corrected. "Yes, he seemed nice. Different, but nice."

"He flew all the way out to California? I thought you told me you 
couldn't have visitors."

"I couldn't," Robin said getting on the bed beside him. "I was in one 
program and Liz was in a completely different one. She could have 
weekend guests. Of course they weren't supposed to spend the night, but 
Liz didn't let that rule stand in her way. Rod spent all of Saturday 
night with her."

"In your room? How weird."

"Weird doesn't begin to describe it," she said with a laugh. "At first I 
was terribly uncomfortable. They went at it all night long, I think."

"You're pulling my leg. They fucked with you in the room?"

"At first they went to the lounge there in the spa. I couldn't go 
because it was off limits to me. They were gone for a couple of hours. I 
was in bed when they came back. I suppose they thought I was asleep," 
Robin laughed softly. "How they thought I would stay asleep is beyond 
me. Liz is a vocal lover and Rod wasn't all that quiet either. It was 
dark but there was enough light from the exit sign and night lights. 
Wow, Joe, they went at it like two animals! Even in the dim light their 
contrasting skin color was very erotic. Black in white."

"Man, I would have liked to see that," Joe said unaware that he had 
spoken out loud until Robin looked at him. "I mean it sounds wild," he said.

"It was wild," Robin said. "Liz told me Rod had nine inches and I 
believe it after I saw it. He's huge."

"So you lay there pretending to be asleep and watched them?"

"Yes, for a long time. After an hour of watching them I had to do 
something and I guess I gave it away that I was awake."

"Do something? You mean..."

"God yes! I had to get some relief. I used my fingers and Liz saw the 
covers moving. She invited me to join them."

"Did you?"

"No," she answered. "I didn't join them. I just watched."

"Do you wish you had joined them?"

"Would it bother you if I had?"

"No...yes...no, not bother me. Not like you mean. Shit, it's bothering me 
just thinking about you watching them. Were you tempted?"

"Oh hell yes! I was very tempted. I wanted some of that black dick in 
the worst way. I thought about it then and nearly every day since. When 
Rod had Liz on her knees doing her from behind, her huge boobs bouncing, 
I really wanted some of that action."

"I can't imagine how you could keep from it," Joe said easing his boner 
around in his boxers. That took more will power than I could have mustered."

"It wasn't will power, Joe," Robin said softly, laying her head on his 
chest. "It was fear that me doing something like that would screw us up 
even more than we are."

"Nothing is ever going to screw us up, Robin. Ever. Honestly, I wouldn't 
have minded if you had jump right in the middle of them."

"Are you serious? Oh, what's that peeking out of your shorts? Is that 
for me?"

"Well, I'm hoping that I might get something out of it, but yes, it's 
all yours."

Robin got to her knees and pulled the tee shirt over her head. Gone were 
any reluctance to show Joe her body. She lowered her head and took his 
stiff cock into her mouth. After a few moments she lifted her head.

"When Liz was sucking Rod's dick he called her whore, cunt, bitch, and 
other terrible names. It's funny but it seemed to spur her on. She 
sucked him until he came in her mouth. Call me names while I suck you 
all the way, honey." She lowered her head and began to suck his cock 
again. Joe wasn't sure what she meant.

"You mean you want me to call you whore?" She lifted her face from him.

"I am, you know," she said. "I wanted Rod's black dick more than I've 
ever wanted anything in my life."

"The get back to sucking my cock, whore," Joe said. "Suck me until I 
fill your fuckin' mouth with my cum. That's what you sluts are good 
for," he added, getting into it. "Fucking and sucking, bitch. Fucking 
and sucking a man's cock, you fuckin' slut whore." His words inflamed 
her and she put everything into worshiping his cock. Joe actually 
intended to tell her when he was about to cum, but he didn't. He held 
her head and made her swallow his semen, which she did. Every drop of 
his juice and continued to suck until he got hard again.

"Is that how Liz gave Rod head?" he asked panting.

"Yes, now get on and fuck me like he did her. Shove it in and fuck me 
hard, Joe. Use me like the slut I am." Joe did as he was ordered. It was 
the hottest steamiest sex he had ever had with Robin or anyone for that 
matter. He couldn't help but think of the prostitutes he had frequented 
over the years.

When sex had became something Robin didn't want, he looked elsewhere for 
an outlet. Since he traveled a lot, he had often entered into commercial 
relationships in the places he visited. He even had a local woman he 
visited from time to time. Toni was her name and she was only a 
part-time prostitute. When Toni wasn't working as a prostitute she was a 
manager in a lingerie store. Of course she had lots of sexy things to 
wear and that was always a turn on for Joe. Toni loved to model for him 
and he loved to watch her.

"Why don't you buy some sexy lingerie?" he asked his wife after they 
were spent from their sex. "I mean you certainly have the body for it 
now." His request mildly surprised her.

"Okay, I'll do that," she agreed. "There's a place on Dunbar Street. 
I've seen in passing."

"There are other places that have a more expensive line," he stammered. 
That shop she mentioned was where Toni worked and for some reason it was 
unsettling that his wife and his part-time mistress should meet. "I mean 
that's what I've heard," he added quickly seeing her quizzical look. 
"Not that I know anything about it." He calmed down when he remembered 
that Toni didn't know his last name. There was no way she could know 
that Robin was his wife.
***

The next morning Robin called him at the office and asked what he was 
doing for lunch.

"Nothing," he answered. "I'm free all afternoon as a matter of fact." 
Being out in public with Robin had become something he looked forward to 
since her return from California. He loved the lustful looks she got 
from the men and the looks of envy she got from some of the women they 
encountered.

"Good, you can go shopping with me after lunch," Robin replied.

After a nice lunch they left his car parked and took her car shopping. 
Joe nearly lost his lunch when Robin pulled in the parking lot beside 
Toni's place of employment. His brain froze and he couldn't think of an 
excuse fast enough to prevent them from going in.

Toni met them near the entrance and Joe nearly sobbed with relief when 
Toni merely nodded toward him, her face reregistering no recognition. 
Did she not recognize him, he wondered? It wasn't until Toni gave him a 
covert wink that he knew for sure that she had.

Robin picked a couple of items and went to the dressing room to try them on.

"Hey, she's a fox," Toni whispered to Joe. "New lady?"

"My wife," he whispered back.

"No shit? Why on earth would you ever jump the fence with something like 
that at home?"

"Didn't look like that until recently," Joe whispered. "I appreciate you 
being discreet, Toni. Thanks."

"Not a problem," she said with a smile. "Married long?"

"Twenty years," he answered feeling both ashamed of himself and proud of 
his wife. "Wow," he said when Robin stepped out of the dressing room. "I 
like that." Robin was wearing a black baby-doll. "I like that a lot, honey."

"That looks great on you, ma'am," Toni echoed. "But then almost anything 
would look good on you."

"Thank you Toni," Robin said modestly. For a moment Joe panicked until 
he remembered that Toni was wearing a name tag.

Robin tried on several other outfits and the last one took Joe's breath 
away. It was a gold panty and bra set with holes for the nipples to 
stick through. The panties had a split crotch.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Toni said when Robin came out of 
the dressing room. "With boobs like yours you should show them off."

"Thank you," Robin said smiling. "I'm not sure where or when one would 
wear something like this. Do you?"

"Anytime you want to turn a man on," Toni replied. "One man or a room 
full. That is hot, hot, hot."

Joe and Robin left the shop half an hour later. That little trip cost 
him nearly three hundred bucks, but well worth the price.

"So how long have you known Toni?" Robin asked as she maneuvered her car 
beside his. Joe felt his brain shutting down. He couldn't think of a 
single reply to her question. What had gone wrong? "Come on Joe," Robin 
said giving him a playful punch in the ribs. "A woman knows these 
things. How long?"

"Couple of years, I guess," he muttered. It crossed his mind to deny 
everything but Robin didn't seem too upset so he folded. "I mean I don't 
really know her. I..."

"Fucked her," Robin finished for him. "Is she any good?"

"Look, Robin," Joe said feeling the sweat pop out on his forehead. "It 
was always casual. Nothing serious. You have to believe that, honey. 
When you..." his voice faded to silence. What could he say?

"When I cut you off, you looked elsewhere," Robin finished for him 
again. "Okay, I should have known. I guess I did know on some level. You 
didn't answer my question. Is she any good?"

"I guess. She knows some tricks. Look, Robin, I'm sorry. I never did 
anything to hurt you intentionally. I got horny and a man I know 
introduced me to her."

"Is she a pro?"

"Semipro, I guess," Joe answered miserably.

"Maybe I should hire her to give me coaching."

"No, you don't need any coaching," he said quickly. He looked out the 
car window for a while and back to his wife. "I'm sorry, Robin."

"Don't be," she responded. "It's me that should apologize to you. At 
least you have good taste in women. Toni is pretty. I wonder if she 
knows Liz."

"I thought Liz worked in Capitol City. Anyway, I doubt it. It's a big 
sorority I imagine."

"Liz comes down here frequently," Robin said. "Couple times a month, she 
said. I suppose you're right though. Why would one call-girl know 
another anymore than one plumber knows another plumber? Speaking of that 
you need to call a plumber to fix that Jacuzzi."

"Why?" he asked. "We haven't used it in years."

"Because I want to start using it, silly," she said laughing. "We're 
doing a lot of things we haven't done in years. Do you want me to handle 
it?"

"Yes, if you don't mind." Joe was glad for the shift in conversation. He 
could picture her nude in the Jacuzzi. It was a nice picture. "I'm going 
to run back to the office and finish up some stuff, but I'll be home 
early. I want you to model your new things for me."
***

"Thanks for coming so soon," Robin told the big plumber. He dwarfed her 
in size. "It's not an emergency Jacuzzi repair."

"I didn't think so," the big man said with a huge grin. Robin was 
fascinated by the big black man. "We don't get many emergency Jacuzzi 
calls. I had a slack afternoon and my last job was pretty close. Where 
is the ailing tub?" Robin led the man to the sun room where the big 
Jacuzzi sat. "Man, that's a big one. You could party in that thing. I'm 
Tom Howe, by the way. I own Howe's Plumbing Company."

"Nice to meet you, Tom," she said holding out her hand. His huge paw 
swallowed her smaller hand. "We haven't used this thing in several years 
and I don't even know if it still works."

"I'm prepared to change out the seals and even rewire it if necessary. 
Then we'll fill it up and test it out."

"Great," Robin said. "I'll leave it with you." She was still a little 
miffed that Joe had called and told her he would be later than he 
expected. A client unexpectedly arrived from out of town and he had to 
stay at the office late. She had been excited about modeling her new 
things for him.

During the next hour she glanced out at the big plumber from time to 
time. He appeared to know what he was doing. On one such trip she 
couldn't help but notice Tom Howe had stripped down to a tank top to 
combat the heat in the sun room. She also noticed that his chest and 
upper arms rippled with muscles. His completely bald head wasn't as 
startling as it had been at first.

"I made some iced tea," she said. "Would you like some?" she asked the 
big man.

"That would be nice," he responded. "Kinda warm out here."

"How's it going?"

"Good. I'll start running water in it a short while. I replaced all the 
seals just to be sure." Robin nodded as if she knew what he was talking 
about and left to get his drink. She brought his tea and watched him 
drink half of it in one long gulp.

A half an hour later, when she checked back, Tom had the big tub full.

"It's heating now. Won't be but a few minutes until it's hot. Then you 
can try it out," he said wiping his hands on a towel she provided. "All 
the jets work fine."

"My husband will be surprised. He didn't expect it would be ready this 
quickly. I bought a slinky bikini this afternoon to surprise him." She 
wondered why she told the big man that little detail. "He was with me, 
but he didn't see it," she added still wondering why she felt obligated 
to share that with him.

"Then the lucky dude will be doubly surprised, won't he. Why don't you 
go put it on and you can try the tub and the bikini out at the same 
time?" It was an outrageous suggestion, but for some reason she wanted 
the big black man to see her in it. She wanted to gage his reaction to 
the very brief bikini.

Robin returned a few minutes later wearing the bikini under a robe. 
After a very brief hesitation she dropped the robe and stepped into the 
Jacuzzi. It wasn't quite up to the right temperature and she was aware 
that her nipples sprang up hard and easily visible to Tom Howe. She 
smiled to herself when she heard the big plumber catch his breath.

"Damn lady," Tom said, staring at her near nude body. "You are enough to 
make a good dog break his leash."

"I gather you approve of my new suit," she said smiling at him. "The 
water is getting warmer now. Maybe my goose bumps will go away." She sat 
up straight deliberately teasing the man. She wanted to stroke her hard 
nipples to ease the discomfort, but she thought that might be too much.

"Yes Ma'am, I do approve. Your husband is a lucky man.." he swished his 
hand through the water. "Yeah, it's getting right now. These things are 
great for what ails you. Great for sore stiff muscles, I hear." He 
leaned back, stretching his own muscles.

Without giving thought to her words, she suggested he get in and get 
some relief from his stiff muscles.

"I don't have a swim suit with me," he said smiling.

"You have underwear on, don't you? That would cover you as much as a 
swim suit. Come on in the water is fine." Again she wondered why she was 
doing this. Inviting a strange black man into her tub while teasing him. 
Robin didn't have long to ponder. Tom quickly stripped his pants and 
tank top off and climbed into the tub. Not quick enough so that she 
couldn't see his penis through the slit in his boxers. Not well, but 
enough to see that it was large. Maybe as large as Liz's manager had been.

"Oh Man, this feels good," Tom said sitting down across from her. "I 
should get me one of these." He smiled at Robin who was looking at his 
massive, muscled chest. "How come you and hubby didn't use this one?"

"I was fat and I didn't want him or anyone to see me," she answered 
honestly. "Long story."

"Well, I don't know what you did, but take it from me it worked for you. 
There isn't an ounce of fat on your body that I could tell. Of course I 
didn't get a very good look."

Again without thinking about it, she stood up and posed for his 
scrutiny. He made a turning motion with his hand and she turned around 
for him. When she turned back she saw his eyes were fixed on her chest.

"Damned nice," he said softly. "Lose the top, why don't you?"

As her hands went to the string ties she suddenly knew what she was 
doing and why. She wanted this big black man and she wanted him badly. 
She removed the top and tossed it onto the floor beside the Jacuzzi.

"Fuckin' great rack! I love big white titties and yours are better then 
most. Come here," Tom said in a low voice. Robin took the step it took 
to bring her within reach of the big man. He pulled her to him and 
grabbed one hard nipple with his teeth while his other hand mauled her 
breast. It crossed her mind that it was a good thing she had been ready 
for physical contact, because everything went quickly from teasing to 
reality.

His teeth bit into the flesh of her nipple. It hurt but in a good way. 
She felt him pull the bottoms down and his fingers searching for her 
clitoris. She widened her stance to accommodate him and when his fingers 
found her button she shuddered with a mild orgasm.

"Oh God, that feels good!" she gasped. He put a big finger deep in her, 
causing her to climax again.

"You ain't felt good yet, cunt," Tom said huskily. "When I get my cock 
in your pussy, then you'll feel good." He stood, slipped his boxers off 
and set on the edge of the tub. "Give me head, whore! Suck my cock until 
you have it hard enough to fuck you."

"You mean it's not hard yet?" she asked taking the massive cock in her 
trembling hand.

"Just about, but it will be as soon as you get your fucking mouth on it. 
Suck me you white fucking whore." His crude words caused her already 
racing heart to beat even faster.

Robin had to stretch her mouth to get his cock in it. He felt alive in 
her mouth. Pulsating and animated. While she sucked his cock he used his 
fingers to bring her to another climax. This one was big and her knees 
threatened to give way with her.

"Turn around and set your ass down on my cock, slut. It time for you to 
have some Howe blacksnake in your white cunt." He helped her turn around 
facing away from him. He lifted her up and slammed her down on his cock. 
It was good that she was wet because it went nearly half way in her with 
that one move. She yelled out in pain and shock. He lifted her up again 
and shoved her all the way down on his throbbing black cock. The pain 
subsided quickly and she felt nothing but pure pleasure as his manhood 
filled her.

"You like my cock, Whore?" he snarled in her ear. "You want me to keep 
fucking you with it?"

"Oh God, yes! Fuck me, please! I love it." She screamed loudly as 
another orgasm hit her. For the next fifteen minutes he plowed his black 
cock in and out of her. Then he changed positions by turning her around 
and faced her. Just as soon as he was back in her aching pussy he bit 
down hard on a nipple sending her into a blinding climax.

Tom Howe fucked the white woman for the next hour. In the Jacuzzi and 
out on the floor of the sunroom. She did whatever he demanded. Every 
position he wanted her in she did willingly and eagerly. When he 
demanded she lick his ass, she did, sticking her tongue as far as she 
could in his asshole. The big black man poured load after load of his 
cum in her.

"When you want some more black cock, you have my number, call me, slut," 
he said taking his leave. "The repair job is on me, whore. Worth every 
penny of it ,too." After he left her she went upstairs to her bathroom 
leaking his semen on the way. It wasn't until she had been in the shower 
for a long time that the enormity of what she had done hit her.

"Oh my God," she sobbed sitting down in the shower letting the warm 
water wash over her. "What the hell did I just do?"

After a long shower Robin dressed, still pondering her actions. What 
would she tell Joe? Should she tell him what she had done? What would he 
do? What would he think or say?

She started fixing dinner without having reached only one answer to her 
questions. Of course she would confess to her husband. There was no way 
she wanted to live under that cloud. He would either accept her 
infidelity or he would toss her out, but she couldn't live with a huge lie.
***

"Honey, I'm so sorry I couldn't get away. This client is big money to 
the company." He tossed his briefcase onto a chair and took her in his 
arms. "What time is the fashion show?"

"Any time after we eat," she replied. `If you still want to see me', she 
thought.

"I saw the neighbor while parking. He said a plumbing truck was here all 
afternoon. What's busted?"

"The Jacuzzi is ready for use," she said. "He was able to come today."

"Hey, that's great. What did it cost?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Plumbers don't work for free."

"I paid him in pussy," she said without turning around. She heard her 
husband chuckle. "I'm serious, Joe. I let the plumber fuck me this 
afternoon." She turned so that he could see her face.

"No shit?" he said a bewildered expression on his face. "The plumber?"

"No shit," Robin said tears starting to fall from her eyes. "I wanted 
him and I took him. I'm sorry, Joe."

"You fucked the plumber?" Joe muttered. "What did he do? To the Jacuzzi 
I mean?"

"I don't know. New seals, new filter and some other stuff. He worked on 
it a couple of hours, I guess. You want a beer?"

"No, I think I want something stronger. I'll make a whiskey sour. You 
want one?"

"If you don't mind," she said. "Are you going to say anything about...you 
know." He didn't answer her until he finished making the drinks and 
handing her one.

"Say anything? No, I don't think my balls are big enough to say anything 
about that. Not on the same day you found out about Toni. I'm a sorry 
rat, but I'm not a hypocrite. Let me guess. The plumber was black, right?"

"Yes, but how did you come to that conclusion?"

"Every since you got back, you've been kind of obsessed with the black 
pimp that fucked your roommate. I've also noticed that you look at black 
men when we are out. How was it?"

"Big, hard, and black," Robin answered with a wiry grin. "Are you sure 
you're okay?"

"Actually, yes I am," he said. "Something like settling up the scorecard 
or something, I guess. Big and black, huh?"

"Don't forget hard," Robin said. "Yes, he was all those things. Just so 
you know, Joe, I felt bad afterward. I certainly didn't do it to get 
even or any of that crap. Dinner is ready, are you?" They ate in mostly 
silence. After the meal was over she got up to do the dishes but Joe 
took her hand and pulled her to the stairs.

"It's show time, little lady," he said with a leer. "Show and tell. Come 
on and show me what all you got." Giggling she followed him up to the 
bedroom.
***

"What do you think of this little number?" she asked walking by the bed 
where Joe sat watching her. It was a black camisole with gold piping. It 
was the third change she had made.

"I like it," he said nodding his approval. "Toni was right you know. 
You'd look good in anything. Or nothing," he added. "Did you show this 
stuff to what's-his-name?"

"Tom Howe," she said. "No, just the new bikini and it's laying on the 
sunroom floor. I forgot about it."

"I imagine he liked it," Joe said. "I don't want to dwell on it too 
much, but who seduced who?"

"I think I seduced Tom. Showing up in that tiny bikini probably sent the 
message loud and clear that I was horny. It bothers you doesn't it?"

"Yes, but not like you mean," Joe said reaching for her. "Hot and 
bothered is the right term. I had a boner just as soon as you told me. 
I've had trouble eating, just thinking about him fucking you. Did you 
save anything for me?"

"Sure I did," Robin said. "Always Joe." She had to help him get the 
camisole off. Their love making was hot and passionate.

"That was great, honey," Robin said. "You got it up twice and lasted a 
long time both times."

"I'm just glad you weren't worn out from earlier," he said laughing. 
"You weren't
faking were you? You did cum?"

"A bunch of times," she said laughing. "And no, I didn't fake it. You 
blew me away, sweetheart."

"I was just thinking," Joe said lazily. They both had been fighting 
sleep and talking for nearly two hours. "At what a plumber charges he 
must have thought highly of your pussy. Figuring labor, parts, and 
service call, that had to be a three hundred dollar piece of ass."

"It was his call," she said sleepily. "I would have paid him and thought 
it was money well spent. Goodnight Joe. I'm dead to the world."
***

"Who are you and what have you done with my mother?' Rachel demanded 
when she finally realized the beautiful woman standing at the arrival 
lounge was her mother. "I can't believe how great you look! I leave for 
a few months and the duckling becomes a swan."

"I've missed you Rachel," Robin said hugging her daughter. "It seems 
like I haven't seen you in years instead of months. Let's go to the 
coffee shop and wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Your father will be coming in on one the next flights," Robin said. 
"He's been out of town nearly all week. I don't want to have to make two 
trips. It shouldn't be more than an hour. Maybe not even that long."

"Are you hungry?" Robin asked her daughter after they were seated. The 
coffee shop was nearly empty. Rachel told her that she wasn't.

"I'll just bet you have a big dinner waiting at home, don't you?" Rachel 
said. "I can't get over how good you look. What happened?"

"So that's about it," Robin said after telling Rachel the story of how 
she lost weight. "I wish I knew what those two boys looked like so I 
could find them and thank them. I'm sure the little bastards didn't mean 
too, but they did me a huge favor. Oh, that's your dad's flight they are 
announcing. Let's go get the old fellow."

"Dad, how do you like your new wife?" Rachel asked as they drove home. 
"Hot momma, huh?"

"You bet! Now I know why most of the men I know get rid of the old wife 
and get a new younger one," Joe said. "It didn't cost me nearly as much 
as they have to pay for a hot young chick. That fancy spa was a lot 
cheaper then alimony."

"I hope neither of you will be too disappointed," Rachel said as they 
neared home. "I really want to go to Aspen this summer. I have a great 
job offer there. Is it going to be a problem?"

"Let me do some guessing here," her father said. "Since you don't have 
to work to put yourself through school, I'm guessing a boy is involved 
with this Aspen thing. Am I right?"

"Yes, pretty close," Rachel answered. "It's two boys, actually. I've 
been dating both and they are going to both be working in Aspen. They 
want me to come."

"Two boys? And they both know about the other one?" Robin said.

"Certainly," Rachel answered. "I'm not sneaky about it. Anyway, I 
couldn't be even if I wanted to. They're roommates. I like them both and 
they are good natured about sharing me. Can I go?"

"Of course you can," Robin answered. "How long can you visit with us?"

"Only a couple of days, I'm afraid. "I have to show up in person to get 
the gig. Otherwise they'll give it to somebody else. I'll be a hostess 
at a swanky hotel restaurant. How about that?"

"Will you have some time to spend with us before you go back to school?" 
Joe asked. Rachel assured them she would make time.

Rachel's visit was over too quickly and soon Robin was taking her back 
to the airport. After watching the big jet lift off, Robin made her way 
back through the lobby.

"Robin! Is that you?" she turned to see Liz, her former fat farm 
roommate, making her way toward her. "It is you! I thought it was!"

"Yes, it's me," Robin's voice muffled my Liz's ample breasts. "Get those 
thing away from me. You're smothering me, Liz," she said laughing. 
"Those big boobs should have some kind of warning sign hanging from them."

"Are you going somewhere?" Liz asked. Robin told her that she was seeing 
her daughter off. "Great, I was hoping we could get together while I was 
in town. Not great that your daughter is leaving, but...well fuck it. You 
know what I mean."

"I do know. How long are you in town?"

"A couple of days at least. I have a hot date tonight and tomorrow, and 
maybe tomorrow night, but after that I'm free as a bird. Can we get 
together on Saturday?"

"We can, we should, and we will. When do you have to be back in Capitol 
City? Can we make it all weekend?"

"We can, we should, and we will," Liz answered laughing. "That's the 
beauty of working for yourself. I can get a commuter flight Monday."

"Great! You plan on staying with us. Call me just as soon as you're free."

"I'm seldom free but always reasonable," Liz said laughing. "There's my 
limo. Got to run. See you by Saturday."
***

"Guess who I ran into at the airport," Robin told Joe that evening.

"Marlin Perkins," Joe said. "No he's dead, I think. Uh..."

"Shut up and I'll tell you," Robin said taking a playful swipe at him. 
"Liz. I saw Liz in the terminal lobby. She's going to stay with us this 
weekend. Who's Marlin Perkins?"

"He was on `Wild Kingdom'. Liz who? Oh, your old roommate from 
California. The hooker."

"Call-girl," Robin corrected. "She's in town on business for a few days. 
Isn't it exciting?"

"I'll say. What did you tell me? 44G's?"

"You got the G part right. 38G. She liked to smothered me with them. 
It's okay that I invited her isn't it?"

"Of course. It's your house, too. Does she have her black pimp with her? 
I'm sorry, black manager."

"I didn't see him and she didn't say, so I guess not. Are you going to 
be nice to her?"

"Of course. I know how to behave around...ah, women."

"I know you know how to behave around...ah, prostitutes. That was what you 
were going to say wasn't it? Please be nice to her. I like her in spite 
of what she does for a living."
***

"Joe, Robin told me you were in investments," Liz said. They were all 
three sitting in the Jacuzzi. Joe had been pleasantly surprised to find 
that Robin had been right on the money. Liz was someone you immediately 
liked. They had a pleasant conversation over dinner. Joe was finding it 
hard to keep his eyes above her massive chest. The bikini she wore left 
little to the imagination but he managed to imagine anyway.

"Yes, I am," he acknowledged. Knowing what was coming next.

"I'm with Crosswind Investments in Capitol City. Do you know them?" Joe 
shook his head. "I'm not happy with them. Rod was with them is the only 
reason I did. Do you think you may be able to help me?"

"Well, to tell the truth my company is rather snobbish. They'll only 
consider taking a new client if they have a portfolio of at least a 
quarter of a million."

"Oh, mine is a little over that," Liz said. "Maybe three hundred grand 
or a little more."

"Really? I didn't know that...ah, er, your profession generated that kind 
of money." He said feeling his face flush.

"Some girls make it and spend it like it's going out of style. Me, I 
sock it back for the day when I can't make it on my back. I'll be damned 
if I want to fuck donkeys in a Tijuana whorehouse or give blowjobs in an 
alley somewhere. Old Mother nature was kind enough to give me these 
puppies," she said hefting her mammoth boobs. "I milk it for all they're 
worth. The pun wasn't intended, by the way."

"Can I ask how you got in the business?" Joe asked aware that Robin was 
giving him a hard look. "Oops, never mind. I see that Robin isn't happy 
with my rude question."

"I don't mind at all. Give the man a break, Robin," she said patting 
Robin's wet shoulder. "He's curious. They all are. How did I get in the 
business? My stock answer is Just lucky I guess. By the time I graduated 
from college, I was fully aware that I had a high libido. My sex drive 
was about twice that of most women. At least the ones that would talk to 
me about it. I went to a shrink and she told me I was a sex addict. In 
an earlier time I would have been called a nymphomaniac. The bottom line 
is I love to fuck. If it's sexual, I like it. I was lucky enough to find 
a profession when I can make good money and do what I love to do. I have 
the body and the face to command a fairly high price and I do. Like I 
said, one of these days I won't be young and pretty. Then I'll have to 
pay some young stud to fuck me. Hopefully by then I'll be able to afford 
it. Think your company would be interested in my business, Joe?"

"Oh hell yes," he said. "Call and make an appointment and we'll talk. 
Since I've already risked Robin's wrath, can I ask you another question?"

"You may ask me anything, Joe. I may choose not to answer, but you can 
still ask."

"Robin told me you have a black, ah, manager. Why black? I mean you are 
beautiful and obliviously intelligent."

"Okay, I choose to answer your question," Liz said with a big smile. 
"Rod isn't really my manager or pimp since you seem to choke on manager. 
Oh, he does help me out with some bookings occasionally. No, Rod is my 
window into reality. I spend a lot of time with the rich and sometimes 
the rich and famous. Sheiks, potentates, industry big wigs, and like 
this week, I dated a crown prince of some oil rich little country I 
never heard of. I spend a lot of time in hotel suites that cost five 
thousand and up for a single night. I've been on yachts and big private 
jets and once in a palace. I've had my ass pinched and tits mauled by 
presidents, political leaders, and movie stars of both sex. When I get 
to thinking that Elizabeth Appleton from Kansas is something special I 
call on Rod. Like I said, he's the window into reality. He calls me 
whore, slut, bitch, and other nasty things. He fucks me long and hard. 
He takes me to some dump and turns me over to his friends to bang me. 
Once he held my legs open for his own daddy to fuck me. He'll let two or 
three or maybe more of his cronies gang-bang me while he watches and 
calls me his white fuck slut. Many times Rod has put the lube in my ass 
so he and his friends can take turns fucking my ass. After some hard 
fucking like that, I realize that I'm nothing special. That just because 
I'm lucky enough to be pretty and have great knockers, I'm still just me."

"Are you saying your breasts are natural?" Robin said. "No enhancement?" 
Joe noticed that Robin had listened to Liz's comments with rapt attention.

"Nope, all me. I suspect that someday I may have to get a breast 
reduction. Not anytime soon, I hope. Maybe I'll have to get a tit lift 
if they start to sag."

"That is remarkable," Robin said. "I saw them that night Rod visited, 
but I just assumed you had them fixed. You should see them Joe. They are 
magnificent."

"Yes, I should see them," Joe said eagerly. "Absolutely."

"I didn't mean...okay, there they are in all their glory." Liz had whipped 
her top off and set up straight.

"My God, you're right. They are beautiful," Joe stammered unable to take 
his eyes off Liz's breasts. Liz's breasts were perfectly symmetrical 
with a large areola and a pert pink nipple perfectly placed in the exact 
center of each. "Liz can I...I mean...would it be all right..."

"Sure, touch them," Liz said. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't. Knock 
yourself out. Oops, I don't mean literally. That happened one time. A 
guy and I were in the shower with was playing with them and got off 
balance, fell, and hit his head and knocked himself out cold. Oh, that 
feels good, Joe. Come on Robin there are two and Joe had his hands full 
with one. You can play with the other one. Come on, you know you want to."

"I have never touched another woman like that in my life," Robin said. 
"You can't be serious, Liz." Liz took Robin's hand and placed it on her 
breast. "Okay, I guess you are serious."

"Oh yes," Liz moaned. "Your hands feel good on my boobs. Bite my 
nipples, please."

Joe leaned down and took one of her hard nipples into his mouth and 
lightly bit it. He lifted his eyes and saw that Robin was hovering close 
to her other breast, but wavering . He reached up and pulled Robin's 
head downward and that was all the encouragement Robin need. She took 
the other nipple in her mouth and sucked hard.

"Oh God, that feels so fucking good. I'm about to cum," Liz moaned. "One 
of you play with my pussy," she commanded, lifting her hips and pulled 
the bottom of her suit off. Joe was pleased when his fingers encountered 
Robin's on Liz's pussy. Between the two of them they brought Liz to a 
couple crashing climaxes.

It was a natural progression from the Jacuzzi to the bed. The two women 
and one man spent the next two hours playing games that only that 
combination can play. It shocked Robin that she could enter girl-girl 
sex so easily. Joe was both shocked and pleased, as well as extremely 
excited at his wife acceptance of the situation.

"Joe," Liz said. "Watch me eat Robin's cunt until she creams on my 
face." It didn't take long to accomplish that. Liz was an talented cunt 
lapper and she quickly had Robin bucking and screaming. Then it was 
Robin's turn to eat Liz. There was only slight hesitation and while Joe 
fucked her from behind, Robin licked, nipped, and ate the woman's pussy.

When Joe had to sit-out and regroup, the two women cuddled and played 
with each other. Just when Joe thought it was winding down, it started 
all over again. He found it terribly exciting to have two women licking 
and sucking his cock and balls at the same time. It was another first 
for him. Between watching them and having their hands and mouth on him 
he found that he could get his cock up and ready in record time.

As they say, all good things must come to an end. Sometime after two 
o'clock in the morning Joe went to sleep while Robin and Liz were doing 
a hot sixty-nine beside him. His last view was his wife's juice smeared 
face smiling at him.
***
End of part one

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