Our Daughter's Introduction

By LuvsItWet

Copyright @ 2011

"Damn, she's gettin' a nice little pooper on her.   Doncha think?"

"Wha', huh?"   My witty reply.  Surfacing out of a mild doze in the early spring Florida sun.

I had been half asleep laying in the late spring sun on the deck beside our backyard pool.  I'd drifted off while soaking up the rays like I'd soaked up the partying the night before.

The crude commentator was Dwayne, my buddy and business partner.  He was stretched out next to me sucking on a long neck.  Probably one of the leftovers from the tub of cool water over by the back door.  It had been full of beer and ice when we started the afternoon before but was just wet beer now.    

The subject of his admiration was my twelve year old daughter, Bonita.  Boni, rhymes with boney, for short.

I had just cleaned the pool the day before and declared it open for the season.  Boni had been bugging me for weeks but I had had other things getting in the way.   She had missed the opening night party last night.  Damn good thing too.  It was strictly adults.  We had shipped her off to my sister's for a slumber party with her cousins.

I wasn't surprised earlier when she came tearing out the back door mid-morning in last years tank suit.  A flimsy one piece that had been too small for her last year and with another couple inches of growth during the winter, way too small this year.  I'd have to talk to Marie about taking her shopping for a new one.  Maybe a bikini this year.  

"Yeah, I noticed."  I grumbled.

I had taken fatherly note of her developing curves over the past six months or so.  She was starting to bud out all over.  Marie had supplied her with new undies the previous Christmas that included training bras and grown up girl panties.  No more Winnie-The-Poo cotton little girl pants for that young lady.  

Her mom had also passed the news, only last month, that Boni had had her first period.   Daddy's little girl was growing up.  She'd be in junior high next year.

Boni had always been pretty mature for her age.  Marie and I had tried to treat her as an equal all her life.  She was a curious child and when she asked  questions, she got the straight answers.  

"Somebody's gonna try to tap that pretty soon.  Ever think about that?"

"Jeez, Dwayne, she's only a kid.  You shouldn't talk shit like that."

"Maybe, but it's the god's honest truth and you know it."

"Yeah, I suppose.  We all grows up sooner or later."  I said, hoping to bring an end to this line of talk.  I wasn't real comfortable with the thought of my little girl becoming an adult and doing adult things.

"You better put some lotion on or you're gonna burn."  That'd change the subject.

"Hah, not with this tan."  Dwayne was so black his sweaty skin glistened like obsidian.

"That cold?"  I asked, nodding toward the beer in his hand.

"Nah, but I put a few in the freezer a little bit ago.  They should be cold by now."  "Want one?"  He asked as he got up and started toward the house.

"Yeah, probably won't kill me."  I called after him as he stepped through the sliding glass door.

I turned my attention back to Boni.  She was making repeated dives and exits from the pool.  Dripping wet.  Each time she stepped up out of the water she had to pull the tight crotch of her suit out of her crack.  And each time she did, she unwittingly flashed a peek of her newly fledged muff or a pale ass cheek.  Now I saw what had drawn Dwayne's attention.   That pervert!

I had to agree with him, though, that her butt was looking pretty nice.   Boni was still in the transition between little kid and young woman but it was easy to see where things were heading.   With her pale complexion, strawberry blond hair and scattered freckles, she was going to be a carbon copy of her mom.  Soon.  

I turned my lounge chair around and flipped over on my tummy to get a little early season sun on my back to even out my new tan.  Unlike Dwayne, I could sunburn pretty easily.   I was starting to come alive after the mild hangover.  Maybe I would live after all.

Dwayne and I teamed up in a real estate office over five years ago and soon broke off on our own.  We'll sell anything but our best business is commercial property.   Less hassle from buyers and sellers.  Usually the piece for sale is never advertised.  Our contacts are through word of mouth or trade shows where we set up a small booth and let clients, buyers and sellers alike, come to us.  It works great.  Usually Dwayne works the show and I stay in the office to handle paperwork and showings.  It's been very successful.  We just added two new associate agents and a receptionist to our office staff.  I think it is the black/white combination that makes the difference.  A surprising amount of money was starting to float around in the black community and a lot of our sales were in convenience stores being constructed in mostly black neighborhoods in the south.  Dwayne and I had made a lot of money buying empty lots and selling them to developers.  And a lot more in selling the finished stores.  Life was good.

Oh, and Marie does all the books.  She keeps us honest and out of jail. 

I wondered where the hell Dwayne was with that cold one.  I was getting thirsty.  I probably needed to get in out of the sun for awhile anyway so I hefted my hurting ass out of the soft chair and ambled over to the house.  

As I stepped into the air conditioned coolness, I quickly realized why I'd had to chase down my own beer.

There, bent over the kitchen sink, looking out into the back yard was my lovely wife, Marie.  Close behind her was my very busy friend.  Both their shorts were on the floor.  It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out what was going on. 

"Christ, didn't you two get enough last night?"  I knew the answer before I asked.  

"Oh, baby."  My wife said as she swung her head to look at me with hooded eyes.  "You know I never can get enough of Dwayne's big ol' tootsie roll ."

The party had been very adult.  Dwayne, Marie and I.  Plus a middle aged couple, Paul and Irene, and their friend Marc.  The six of us had romped in the pool for awhile, cooked some burgers, and spent the rest of the evening and early morning scattered in various combinations on our family room floor.  Doing what adults do when they're high, naked and horny.   Marc had scored some killer weed and all six of us were floating all night.

"Boni's gonna come in here and catch you."  I said as I pulled an icy long neck out of the freezer compartment of the refrigerator.  

"That's why we're doing it here.  I can see her if she starts to come in.  We started over there."  Marie said as she tilted head toward the other side of the kitchen.  Her bikini top was on the floor across the small room.

"OK, well, I'm goin' back outside.  I'll head her off if she comes this way."  I said as I exited out through the slider.  I really wanted to stay and watch but was concerned about Boni stumbling in on her mother indulging in one of her favorite passtimes.  Dwayne hadn't said a word, just smiled and continued to rhythmically pull Marie's freckled white ass back and forth as he plowed into her.

I had barely sat back down than I heard the slider open and close.  Dwayne strolled across the lawn with a shit eating satisfied grin.  And two beers in his hand.  

"Marie says she has a surprise for ya."

"Some surprise.  I don't know where you get all that stuff."

"Clean livin' buddy, just clean livin'."  "That, and a lot of good female inspiration."  He added.

"I suppose it's safe now to leave you with my daughter for a few minutes.  If you ever think of anything besides pussy."  I said as I walked back toward the house.

The scene that greeted me was pretty much what I expected.  Marie was sitting on our small kitchen table, heels resting on the edge.  Her swollen and wet crotch wide open aimed straight at me.

"The big bad black man hurt momma's pussy, baby.  Will you kiss it better for me?  Please?!"   She begged with her little southern girl, sexy pout.

Damn, that woman knew how to push my buttons.  

I pulled up a chair and started administering emergency first aid.

**********************

I probably should jump back and pick up a little bit about how we got mixed up with Paul and Irene, the friends at our pool party.   They were pretty instrumental in how our lifestyle has developed to include open sex with others.   More specifically, open sex with black men.

Until we met Paul and Irene, Marie and I had been just about as straight as they come.  Man and woman, married with a capital M.  One kid, two cars, nice house.  We both worked, screwed a couple times a week and went on vacation when we could afford it.  I mowed the lawn once a week in the summer, Marie payed the bills and sent out Christmas cards.  Looking back, we were just plain dull.  In the rut that tends to guide most couples after a few years of marriage.

A couple months after I started working in the real estate office and met Dwayne, he invited us to a cookout/cocktail party/evening out.  It was a pleasant break in our routine and gave Marie a chance to meet some of the people I had just started working with.   It also gave me a chance to show Marie off to all my new friends.  I was proud of her and liked to flaunt her when I found the opportunity.

Paul and Irene were there and even though they were about fifteen years older than us, the four of us gravitated together.  Several of the people were black and we didn't have a lot in common with them.  Marie had never socialized with any black people and was uncomfortable at first.  Most of the other white couples  were somewhat younger than us and seemed to come and go as the evening progressed.  

Dwayne seemed to know everyone and kept the party lively.  He moved freely between the somewhat racially divided groups and tried to draw people together.  I had already pegged Dwayne as a natural salesman and he was using that talent well as the host.  

Paul and I struck up an almost immediate friendship.  I love to fish and I discovered he had a boat and was an avid fisherman himself.   We started making plans to get together for a little down time on the river the very next day.  

Irene seemed to mesmerize Marie.  I don't know what they talked about that night but I could tell that they were also going to be good friends.  On the way home that night, Irene was all that Marie could talk about.   

Over the next two or three weeks, Paul and I went fishing at least half a dozen times.  I didn't notice it at the time but Dwayne was a frequent subject of our conversation.  Dwayne had met them several years earlier.  Paul was always a little hazy about how they had met but he was almost reverent in his comments about Dwayne's good looks, athletic ability and masculine appeal to the ladies.  I had been captured by Dwayne's outgoing personality and sales ability.  I didn't realize it but I was being mentally prepared for what would soon be a huge shift in my life.

Back on shore, Marie was the subject of a high pressure sales job also.   Irene had been having girl talk sessions with my wife somewhat parallel to mine with Paul.  Dwayne was a frequent topic of their tete-a-tete discussions.  Very much more personal and graphic, however, as I was to find out.

"Honey, would you be surprised if Irene had a boyfriend?"  Marie and I were in bed.  The lights were out and I was just about to doze off.  I suddenly wasn't sleepy.

"Paul would have a fit if she did and he found out."  Was my first response.  

"He knows."

"Huh!?!?"  I was wide awake now.   

Marie and I had pillow talked that sort of thing but in a pretty abstract way.  More a "Letters to the Editor" sort of fantasy while we were both hot and bothered.   I was way more into it than Marie, I thought, although she seemed to get off a lot quicker and harder if I talked that sort of trash to her in the heat of passion.

"Did Irene tell you that?"

"Yeah, and a lot more.  She asked me if I ever thought about doing something like that.  She even asked if you would be OK with me having an affair.  She said that if I was ever interested she could probably arrange something for me with her boyfriend."  

"And...?"

"You'd never guess who her boyfriend is.  Not in a million years."   I could tell that Marie was excited.  

"Who?"

"Dwayne."  

"WHAT!?!?"  I exploded.  I should have been able to guess from all the things that Paul had said, but it still came as a shock.

"Quiet.  You'll wake up Boni."  

Marie turned on the bedside lamp and snuggled back against me.  Visions of Irene and Dwayne together flitted through my mind.  I had to admit, they were sexy visions.

"She says he is a fantastic lover."  

"And Paul knows about it?"  I asked.  That part was the hardest to believe at first but then I remembered all the admiring comments Paul had made about Dwayne over the past few weeks and it sort of fit.

"Yeah.  Irene said it was his idea in the first place."

"How long has it been going on?  Did she say?"  

"Since they met him.  They picked him up in a bar and wound up taking him home with them.  It's been going on every since."  

"Paul mentioned something about Dwayne living with them when he first got out of the Army."  A lot of little pieces were fitting together.  

"I don't know about you honey, but I think it's sexy as hell."  Marie said as she reached down into my pajamas.  "Well, I guess that answers that."  She added with a little laugh as she found my rock hard cock.   She quickly straddled me and slipped down onto my boner.  We climaxed together after only about ten strokes.

As we lay side by side recovering, Marie said that she thought Irene was just  teasing her about getting together with Dwayne.  My feeling were mixed but I doubted if Irene was teasing.

Not much was said about the odd situation with Paul and Irene for several days but it frequently popped into my mind.  Probably into Marie's mind too.  That weekend, Paul and I were out on his boat when the subject of Dwayne came up again.  Irene had told him that she had spilled the beans to Marie and he rightly assumed that Marie had, in turn, told me.

He told me about the same story that Irene had told Marie, but in a lot more graphic terms.  Paul could not say enough about what a thrill it was to watch the sex between his wife and our black friend.  He couldn't say enough good things about what the experience had done for their marriage.  He claimed that Irene had become almost insatiable after becoming sexually involved with a black man.   

"Marie mentioned that Irene offered to set her up with him if she ever wanted to try it."  I said.  "What's with that?  If he's that good, I'd think she'd want to keep it all to herself."  

"Nah, Irene's not that way."  He said.  "She likes to play the matchmaker with gals that have never had sex with a black man."   

"Dwayne pretty much tells her who he wants her to work on."  He added.

"Why has she been telling all this to Marie?"  I asked.

"Dwayne wants to fuck your wife" was his simple answer.  There it was, out in the open.  The ball was in my court.

That night in bed, I relayed what I had learned from Paul and Marie added a little more that she had learned from Irene.  It seemed that there was a small but growing circle of white couples being drawn into the same arrangement that Paul and Irene had.  Dwayne had enlisted several of his friends from his college and Army days as the lucky black men getting all the new, white, married pussy.  Irene hadn't said who the couples were but had come right out and said that they thought Marie and I would probably be the next new members of the group.  

Marie was not surprised about the comment Paul had made regarding Dwayne's attraction to her.  She had sensed it the first time she met him.

We quietly discussed our feelings about such an involvement.  Marie was excited, aroused, and scared.  She was concerned about the impact on our marriage and my feelings toward her.  My feelings were arousal and fear.  I liked the idea of other men finding my wife attractive but certainly didn't want to lose her to someone else.  

We both liked Dwayne and agreed that if we were ever going to do something like this, he would be at the top of the list of men we would like to include in our intimate lives.  We also agreed that if Marie tried it and didn't like it, it would end right then and there would be no harm between us.  No recriminations or regrets later.  

A few days later, while Paul and I were on the river fishing, Irene and Dwayne introduced Marie to sex with black men.  Nothing was said beforehand but I found out later that Paul knew what was happening back at our house while we were gone.  Irene wanted Marie's first time to be very special and it had been.  By the time I got home that evening, smelly and sunburned, my wife was smelly and rug burned.  Dwayne had fucked her for nearly three hours straight and she was hooked.

The next night after Marie's initiation, Paul and Irene threw a small party for us to celebrate.  Two other young white couples that had already been introduced to the pleasure of interracial sex were there.   Along with a half dozen single black men, including Dwayne.  It was our "cumming out" party.    

Irene snagged me early in the evening and was my constant companion.  She kept up a running commentary on the happenings between her black friends and the three other white wives.  Her purpose, I found out later, was to keep me sexually on edge and therefore an agreeable participant.  It worked.  I was enthralled by the raw passion and primitive beauty of the whole scene.   From the initial pairing off, through the flirting, the kisses, the foreplay and the ultimate sex acts so eagerly engaged in by my little honey I was more excited than I had ever been in my life. 

I watched as first Dwayne, then two of his friends, fucked my wife on a king sized mattress and box spring placed like an altar on Paul and Irene's family room floor.  Irene carefully guided my attention to the love bites on Marie's neck and breasts, to how she was stretched by the size of the cocks that she couldn't seem to get enough of.  Irene kept me close and involved in everything that happened to my wife.   After the first round, Irene secluded Marie and I in the master bedroom for some quality time.   It was there that I learned how much our lives had changed.  I came on the sheets as I ate my wife's freshly fucked pussy for the first time.  I quickly learned what it was about sharing wives with black men was so attractive to so many husbands.  I loved it from the start.

We have been very active participants since.  Marie is one of the more popular of the wives and has been with each of the black men in the group several times.   

Marie's all around favorite has been Dwayne though.  The amount of time they spend together for our business has given them frequent opportunities to travel together.  At least once a month, they go up to Atlanta or down to Miami or Orlando to some trade show or business convention.   On those trips, they act almost like a married couple.  Dwayne frequently shares her with friends or business acquaintances of his.  She returns from some of those trips and sleeps for two days straight.  

The relationship between Dwayne and I hasn't changed much.  We teamed up to make money and our business has been good.  Our roles have become more defined, I do most of the listing and he does most of the selling.   Not much is said about the sex during our work routine.  That all changes on weekends and party nights.   

Soon after we started the open marriage thing,  we had a scare.  Marie missed her period and failed an early pregnancy test.  We were devastated.  We didn't want any more children, no matter who the father was.  I had had a vasectomy a couple years after Bonita was born so we knew damn well I wasn't the daddy.  Marie by that time had been with about eight different black men.  The timing was such that it could have been either of about four of them.   It was a couple of pretty depressing weeks before she could see her OB/GYN.  Surprisingly she was not pregnant.  We don't know what happened.  The doctor thought that she had either miscarried or had missed her period because of nerves.  He knew I had been cut and Marie admitted to an affair to account for the possible condition.  The web we weave...

Marie's fallopian tubes were cut and tied two very careful months later. 

**********************

This all brings us up to the day out by the pool.  

After attending to Marie's serious injury, and a quick fuck of my own, I left the love of my life sprawled on the kitchen table and with a fresh cold long neck, returned to warmth of the spring sun.  

"What the hell do you think you're doing, young lady?"  

Boni nearly dropped the partially empty bottle of beer she had just taken a long pull on when she heard my outburst.

"Aw, dad."  She responded guiltily when she recovered.  "Uncle D said I could.  He said it would probably get warm before you got back out here."

"Dammit Dwayne, Marie will kill us if she finds out the kid's been drinking beer."  

Turning to my sullen offspring, I said.  "There's some cold sodas in the house, drink one of those and leave the booze to the grown-ups." 

Boni flounced out of the lounge chair next to Dwayne and stomped across the lawn toward the back door in a huff.  I hoped that Marie was off the table by the time she got there.  

"Now just how in the hell do you expect me to get into that girl's pants if I can't get her loosened up a little?"  Dwayne said with a snort as we heard the slider slam shut.

"You ARE a pervert."  I said as I finished the beer I'd relieved from my daughter and sat back down.

Later that afternoon, after Dwayne had made some lame departing excuse about needing to see a guy about a strip mall that we'd been trying to sell for nearly six month, I made some mention to Marie about some of what had been said by the pool.  She didn't say much at the time other than voicing her displeasure about Bonita drinking beer.  One of our neighbors had just gotten in a pile of trouble for allowing a backyard party at which a couple of underaged kids went home half in the bag.  The results were cops and lawyers and judges and newspaper reports.  Marie made it clear that she didn't want any part of that scene.

A few days later though, she brought up something that she had been thinking about.  We had just had a routine, normal, boring, vanilla session of hot and sweaty matrimonial sex and were relaxing in the post coital euphoria when she dropped the bomb that would signal another huge shift in our lives.

"Honey, why don't we let Dwayne fuck Boni?"  She asked in about the same way she would ask if I thought puce drapes would go with the light raspberry she was thinking of painting the dining room.

"Huh?"  I sputtered.  "What?"   She certainly had my attention.

"Say that again."

"Calm down, hon.  I've been thinking a lot about this since last weekend and I want your opinion."

Marie went on to remind me of her early sexual education at the knee, literally, of her mother's second husband.   Well she was between his knees at least.

Marie's point was that our daughter was growing up and would probably want to start experimenting soon whether we liked it or not.  Or knew about it or not.  Our openness with her all her life was likely to soon start in a whole new direction and Marie made the argument that our baby would be much safer if we could help ease her into womanhood from behind the scenes.   Marie's wisdom was hard to deny.  She had happily gave up her cherry at twelve and she could now see the train hurtling down that track for her daughter.  Her chief concern was Boni's safety and happiness.  

I wasn't quite as sure.  I felt more a sense of loss than of fatherly concern.  It was like her virginity was mine also.  

Marie, on the other hand, was more like a stage mother.  Even talking about it had her in a state of vicarious arousal.

"At least think about it."  She said.  "We don't have to do anything obvious.  Just set it up and let nature take it's course.  He's interested and I think she might be, too.  Even if she isn't fully aware of it yet."

"But honey, she's just a baby."  I was resisting even the images that were trying to crowd into my brain.

Marie didn't say a word.  She rolled over to her side of the bed and pulled her favorite toy out of her nightstand drawer.    "Smell that."  She said holding it under my nose.  "Does that smell like a baby?"  

It was definitely a woman smell but not surprising considering what it was and what it was used for.   Marie had wore out dozens of sets of batteries in that cute little vibrating machine.  

" I carefully wash that thing every time after I play with it."  She grinned.  "Lately, I've found it missing a couple of times, and last week I found it under your 'baby's' pillow."

I took another deep whiff.  Unmistakably cunt.  The images of Boni's little muffin in her wet bathing suit suddenly flooded back into my mind's eye.  At that moment, I committed olfactory incest.  Damn, she smelled good.

"What do you want me to do?"  I asked.  Acceptance was easy with the hard on I had.  

"Let's talk to Dwayne this weekend.  Boni is staying over at Lela's Saturday and I asked Dwanye to spend the night."

****************

That weekend, after a quietly romantic dinner and a few heated hours on our family room floor in front of the fireplace with our black friend, Marie and I broached the subject of compromising our daughter's virtue.  

At first Dwayne was in humorous disbelief.  "Yeah, right."  He said.  "And you won the lottery?"

"No."  Marie whispered, stroking him hoping for one more erection.  "You lovable bastard, if you play your cards right, you win the lottery."

We talked about it.  For a couple hours while Dwayne was recharging his batteries and I was keeping Marie up on the step.   We played and talked and plotted.

We agreed that Bonita wouldn't know anything about the parental involvement beyond our passive acceptance of events as they unfolded.  We wouldn't outwardly condone her relationship with Dwayne but wouldn't condemn it either.  "Out of sight, out of mind" along with unspoken support was going to be our part to play in her downfall.  

Dwayne agreed to go slow and make the seduction as playful and instructive as possible given the age differences.   We trusted him to not hurt or embarrass her in any way.

The legal issue of statutory rape concerned Dwayne a lot.  He had fucked a couple of under aged girls before he met us and was always thinking that it might come back to haunt him.  Marie and I agreed to give him a notarized statement to the effect that he was our daughter's mentor and guardian with our permission to teach her a wide range of subjects, including sex.  It wouldn't let him entirely off the legal hook but it ensured our acceptance of part of the responsibility if there was ever a problem.   Enough that he could be assured we wouldn't blow the whistle if there was ever a problem.

Birth control was also a problem.  Marie thought she could get our doctor to cover that angle by telling him that Boni was having irregular periods.  It's a code between understanding doctors and mothers of teen aged girls with the urge and on the verge.  The marvels of modern chemistry.

Boni's thirteenth birthday was coming up in a few weeks and we decided that would be a good time to make the first move.  We could all go out together.   It would look like just a simple birthday celebration.  What everyone but our little Boni would know is that it would be the beginning of the end of her innocence.

Under the guise of impending teen-ageness,  Marie took Boni on a pre-birthday shopping spree.  Along with some more very grown up undies, she treated the kid to a sexy little wardrobe of some unmentionables that would be right at home in a Nevada whorehouse.  An eight snap garter belt, seamed hose, hold-up thigh high stockings, demi-bra (I didn't know you could even get that in an A cup), an underwired, cinch waist, bustier (in black to match the garter belt), a black lace choker, two baby doll nighties, two pairs of heels (one with four inch heels and an ankle strap, the other with two and a half inch heels for day wear), and sundry other womanly items.   

On the way home, they dropped in on our family doctor.   He surprisingly had the time to see Boni for a moment.  The doctor and Marie explained to Boni that it would be so much simpler if she could accurately predict her menstrual cycle.  The stop at the drug store for the prescription also included some feminine products like lube and nail polish.  Oh, and six packages of batteries for the family's phony prick.

Over the next couple of weeks, I suffered through shoe training.  Boni was a riot trying to look grown-up in high heels.   She looked more like a newborn fawn trying to find it's legs than a budding sex pot.  She stumbled around the house the first few days.  I was concerned she would twist an ankle and blow the whole thing.  By the end of that first week she was steady on the lowest heels and I even gave her a couple of steps of the light fantastic on the kitchen floor to give her the feel of dancing.  Then came the strappy catch-me-fuck-me pumps.  That girl was all leg, I'd never seen anyone so out of proportion!   She wasn't all that tall anyway and the extra four inches was shocking.  My little girl was tall enough she could look me squarely in the eye.  Knowing what was coming, I had to look away.

I begged Marie to let Boni give me a fashion show of all the other goodies they bought but was soundly rebuffed.  That stuff was not for dad.  Period.  What was I?  Some kind of pervert?

Boni's birthday really fell on a week night and went by pretty much as a little family thing.  School night.  Gifts, cake and ice cream, mom and dad singing "Happy Birthday".

Friday night, she had a bunch of her friends over for the really big party.  Balloons, streamers, pool, hot tub, boys out of the house by midnight and four or five BFF's giggling in her room until nearly dawn.  

Saturday night was the chosen night to let Boni try out her wings a bit.  She didn't know it though.  The set-up was for us to take her out to dinner as a special treat.   Uncle D was invited to help pay for the evening.  That was the cover.  

The tab for dinner alone at the little French restaurant on the beach was enough to choke a horse.  We wrote that off as a business expense.  The gold necklace Dwayne gave her was on his hook.  The credit card with an obscene limit that Marie and I gave her nearly caused the matre'd to call the police to get Boni back under control.   I slipped him a little something that calmed things down.  Until the three piece dance band started.  Then we all got a bit out of hand.  I took Boni for her first dance as a teen ager.  Dwayne and Marie fended for themselves.

Then we traded partners as planned.  

"God, isn't she beautiful?"  Marie asked rhetorically as we sat at the table watching our friend put the moves on our little girl.  For this special night out on the town, Marie had helped with Boni's hair and make-up.  She looked closer to twenty than the newly turned thirteen year old she really was.  Our two ladies could easily have been mistaken for sister in the dim light of the tiny bistro.  

I had gotten used to seeing Dwayne dance with Marie since he had become such a large part of our lives, we went out to dinner as a threesome often.  It was a whole new experience to see him wrap daddy's little girl up in those long arms and huge hands.   Even in the tall heels, she looked so small.  I wavered all evening between urges to be protective and unrealistic jealousy.  I badly wanted to be the guy pulling her close into a sweaty embrace after a fast dance, shifting to a slow hot body rub.  I was mixed seeing her bent over backwards, looking up into Dwayne's gleaming smile.

We looked the other way when Dwayne traded his drink with Boni's ginger ale.  By midnight, I noticed Boni getting a little clumsy on her new heels.  By one, any pretense of dancing was history.  Dwayne was just going through the motions and Boni was following along.  I decided we should make a night of it and led the way out to the parking lot.  On the way to dinner, Dwayne had ridden in front with me.  On the way home, Marie grabbed the front seat without comment.  That paired Boni in the back seat with our black friend.  

Before we were even out of the parking lot, Marie commandeered the rear view mirror.  "Use the outside one."  She whispered.  "I need this one."  She made a quick adjustment as though checking her make-up.  "You just drive, I'll keep an eye on the love birds."  She added quietly.

"Ohhh!!" Marie moaned under her breath about halfway home, her nails digging into my thigh.  "So much for 'sweet-sixteen-and-never-been-kissed' for our little girl."  

"Dwayne, would you like to come in for awhile?"  Marie asked as we were getting out of the car in our driveway.  She didn't want the evening to end and I don't think any of the rest of us did either.  I glanced at Boni and noticed her hair tousled and make-up smeared.  She was carrying her shoes and hanging on Dwayne.  She was just coming down from giddily tipsy to quietly limp.

I had a little surprise of my own.  I had intended it for some other time but it seemed appropriate at the moment.  "Is anybody up for the hot tub?"  I asked.   I got a rousing approval from Dwayne and Marie as we all made our way into the house.  Boni could have easily just went straight to bed.   I asked Dwayne to go remove the cover and turn the lights on while I got some drinks and the gals changed into swimming suits.   I quickly got to my dresser for the surprise.  

I gave one of the tiny boxes to Marie and one to Boni.  "These were for later but you might like to wear them tonight."  I said as they found the two little, nearly non-existant, excuses for swimming suits.  I had ordered them on-line from a place in Australia.  

I changed and grabbed the drinks from the kitchen.  Dwayne was already in the hot water but had left the underwater lights off.  Instead, he had lit a couple of the Tiki torches nearby giving the cauldron an erie candle lit glow.  "More romantic, don't you think?"  He said as I slipped in across from him.

The girls took longer than I thought it should but when they came out the back slider, Dwayne and I agreed the wait was worth it.

"Fuck me!"  I heard Dwayne mutter under his breath as Marie and Boni crossed the few feet of lawn between the patio and the deck around the hot tub.  They both had put their high heels back on and looked like models as they strutted the new, nearly invisible, swim wear.   Boni had the lime green and Marie the pale pink.  Each looked edible.  

As the ladies slipped down into the tub with us, we were arranged boy-girl-boy-girl.  Our tub is square with seats in each corner.  Not exactly built for cuddling but it can be done if no one is being discrete.  In fact, at a party the year before, we had had eight people fucking a the same time in the bubbling water.  That night though, with Boni as new to all this as she was at thirteen, we stayed very family like.

Marie whispered to me just barely above the sound of the circ pump and bubbles.  "I had to shave her."  So.  That was the reason for the delay.

After a half hour or so of relaxing in the hot water, Boni looked like she might be falling asleep and I was ready for some shut eye myself.  

"Turn out the lights when you're finished."  I said.  "Come on Punkin', time for beddy bye."  I pulled Boni up out of the hot water before she melted and got sucked down through the return.  

She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.  

I jumped through the shower and went back out to the living room to turn the lights off.  Dwayne was just going out the front door and Marie was standing in the foyer holding her new swim suit bottom in her left hand.  She was flushed and  giggling.  

"I couldn't let him go home that way."  She said, turning toward the bedroom with a flip of her butt.  "Come on, I have something for you."

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We didn't see Dwayne for all that next week, he was up in Atlanta on a hot deal.   I know he called Boni every night while he was gone, though.  Marie and I feigned total ignorance of the budding romance.  Between us, we agreed that the seduction of our daughter seemed to be going well, if slowly.  "Going" made Marie happy.  "Slowly" suited me.   

The next Sunday, we had a little cook out.  Paul and Irene and Marc.  Dwayne, of course.  And Marc's college room mate, Eldon, down from Richmond.   We had also invited two couples that regularly partied with us and one couple that Irene was trying to recruit into our circle.

Although we had deliberately not included Bonita, we had not excluded her either.  We thought it would be a good chance to measure her interest in being with adults socially.   Marie thought that if Boni joined us, we would introduce her around and let events develop naturally.  We soon realized wild horses could not have kept her away.

I was adding more ice to the cooler of beer and soft drinks when I heard one of the husbands near me mutter "Holy Fuck" under his breath.

When I realized what had caught his attention, I had about the same reaction.  Boni had joined the party.  It took me a minute to get my eyeballs back in their sockets.

She was certainly dressed for the occasion.  

My little baby was a pedophile's wet dream.  The tightest, littlest pink short shorts showed off half her butt cheeks and the faintest hint of a camel toe.   A white halter top snuggled her tiny boobs above a vast expanse of bare tummy.  Her new black lace choker and four inch heels highlighted her long legs and swanlike neck.   Huge sun glasses and her hair piled wildly on top of her head completed the look.   

Marie caught my attention and just rolled her eyes in the "Oh, my God!" look.  I made a bee line to Boni with a cold soda to head off an attack from any one of the half dozen males momentarily frozen in place.  

"Honey, I'd like to introduce you to some of our friends you haven't met yet."  I thought that if I stayed close, gang rape wasn't all that likely.

I hadn't even started when Dwayne cut in.  "Why don't you finish up the ice down job dad?  I'll introduce Boni around."  She dropped me like a hot rock.  Hooking her arm in Dwayne's, she dismissed me like any one of the other servants in her life.  

"Don't blame me.  I didn't have a damn thing to do with it."  Marie was just a little miffed when I asked her if she had promoted the grand entry scene on our back deck that nearly caused a riot.  "She did that all by herself."

We were in the kitchen refilling the hors d'oeuvres tray for the guests.  Out the back window we could see Boni still attached to our big black friend like a little leech.  She hadn't turned loose of his arm in the half hour since latching on.  If you didn't know the circumstances or twenty-five year age difference, you would swear they were a couple.  

"I think we should quietly get the word out to the group that it's OK with us or someone is going to think Dwayne is out of line."  I didn't want anything between Dwayne and Boni to cause hard feelings in the group.  The last thing we needed was someone else trying to protect the virtue we were trying so discretely to compromise.

"I have a better idea.  Watch this."  Marie chuckled as she stepped to the sliding glass doors.  

"Boni,"  She called, to drag our baby's attention away from the group of men she was entrancing at the moment.  "Why don't you model the new swim suit daddy gave you?  Dwayne hasn't seen it in the daylight yet."

Good God.  So much for "quietly get the word out..."

I did get to Paul and Marc while Boni was changing and told them that nothing was to happen beyond some teasing and flirting.  At least out in the open.  Marie told the wives pretty much the same thing but still the afternoon got mildly wild.  Cindy and Terry, the party wives, lost their tops in the pool.  Cindy later took Eldon off to our guest room for a closed door discussion of one of their newly discovered mutual interests.  

I was with Irene when she told the recruit husband that every wife there, except his, had been fucked by every one of the black men at the party.  When he didn't grab his other half and head for the door, Irene was pretty sure she had made the sale.  I spent about an hour with him and he agreed that if he handled it right, his wife would probably like to try it.   I assured him that it had been good for us and Marie couldn't be happier with what we were doing.  

Around seven, the party started breaking up.  Eldon left with Cindy and her husband to continue their discussion at home.  Paul and Irene took the new recruits and Marc out dancing and, as we later learned, back to their place for another initiation of a white wife to the interracial experience.  I don't know when Terry and her hubby left.  By dark, it was just Dwayne, me, Marie and Boni.    Dwayne suggested a walk on the beach in the moonlight but I begged off.  I had been on my feet all day hosting and just wanted to veg out.  Marie agreed and approved of Dwayne taking Boni if he wouldn't keep her out too late.  

"But not like that, young lady."  Her mom chided.  "You get some clothes on.  You've ran around half naked enough for one day."

"Aww, moooommmm!"  Hey, she was a teen ager now.  What did you expect?

While Bonita was reluctantly finding something to cover up her goodies with, Marie quietly gave Dwayne the go ahead to do some heavy petting with our baby girl if he thought she was ready for it.   After the way she'd been strutting her stuff all afternoon, I thought she was ready for the whole enchilada but didn't say anything.  I was the one always pushing for "slow" in this little conspiracy.  

We only lived about twenty minutes from the shore but when I went to bed a couple hours later, our baby and her potential violater hadn't returned.   I figured their walk on the beach probably included a few stops in dark places.  If they even went to the beach.  

The next morning I woke up with the sun bright and Marie missing.  I checked on Boni.  She was in her room still sacked out but not a sign of my wife.  No note and no evidence of a stuggle.  I was just about put out an APB when she breezed in.  Still wearing what she had on the night before and looking like she'd never been to bed.

"That girl is going to have to start taking care of the problems she creates pretty soon or else...!"  Marie pretended to be the poor, over burdened mother of a trouble making child.  What had really happened was that when Dwayne brought Boni home about 1am, he gave my little hottie the signal that he was horny.  Marie had waited a bit until she was sure Boni was asleep and slipped out to go to his place to tame the raging bull.  She'd fallen asleep in his bed.   

Marie's little act didn't fool me.  She loved having our daughter be the unwitting tease so she could get her brains fucked out.  

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"I think she's ready."  Marie said leaning over the picnic table in the dim light.  

We'd had a nice afternoon.  And another evening in the hot tub.  Marie, myself, Dwayne and, as was usual lately, our just turned thirteen year old daughter, Boni.  

"She ain't the only one!"  Dwayne's grin reminded me of the Cheshire Cat in "Alice in Wonderland."  

It was late and Boni had just made her excuses to drag herself off to bed.   The truth was, she was exhausted.  All day she had been strutting her stuff around the pool and then for the past two hours, Dwayne had brought her off at least three times under the bubbles of the un-lit hot tub.  Marie and I pretended not to notice.   He had been slowly working her up for the past week and tonight was about as far as it was possible to take heavy petting with a virgin.   A more experienced person would realize that it wasn't that discrete, but Boni, at her age and with the effects of the beer Dwayne had been "sneaking" her all afternoon, was oblivious.   If something didn't happen soon, someone was going to get raped and I wasn't taking bets on who was going to do it to whom.

"Seriously, I don't think I can hold her off much longer."  Dwayne added.   "You saw her trying to get on my lap.  It wasn't a water jet she was lining up with that little thing between her legs."

"OK, so how and when?"  I'm the quasi-leader of this group so plans are really important to me.  The 'daddy' in me was quickly taking a backseat to the guy who had just watched his precious little nymph being finger fucked to within an inch of her life.  The vote was unanimous.  

Of course, Dwayne could simply slide into Boni's room, slip under the covers, and fuck her brains out right this very moment.  Problem solved.  Our very good friend would love that plan, Boni probably would too, but then it would be obvious to our daughter that the supposedly responsible parents, Marie and me, were in on the deal.  Not good.

"How about the trade show in Orlando next week?"  Marie tossed in.  "School's out.  She could go with Dwayne as 'Girl Friday', take notes, answer phones, look cute in the booth.  Same shit I do when I go."  It was a four day get together of convenience store vendors that we had had a lot of success with the past couple of years.  People that were interested in vendors were interested in stores and maybe the land they're built on.  

We batted it around for a few minutes and it seemed plausible as a cover story to get Boni off alone with Dwayne for a few days.  It would give them enough time to do the deed without mom and dad being easily identified as conspirators.   Adjoining rooms would cover the difference in ages.  And color.  No way could they pretend to be father and daughter .   Marie would make all the arrangements to further allay any suspicions. 

I snuffed the last Tiki torch, then held Marie's hand in the dark while Dwayne fucked her on our picnic table before he left that evening.  As visions of a sugar plum danced in his head.

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"I sure hope she's been remembering to take her 'Pill' ", I said as we watched them back down the drive the following Monday.  I always was the worry wart of the family.   

"I guess we'll know in about nine months.  Won't we?"  Marie said wistfully, pulling me closer and waving one last time.  

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I looked at the clock as I picked up the phone.  2:14 AM.  

"Houston?  Tranquility Base.  The Eagle has landed."  Click  

I had trouble getting back to sleep.

The End

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