Bringing Up Daughters Part II 

By LuvsItWet

Copyright @ 2009

Chapter 24


"Jesus Christ, man. What is my wife doing over at your house? Or maybe it's something in the Mai Tais that Sandy mixes for her."

It was Saturday afternoon and Bert had wandered over while I was washing my company car in the driveway. His wife was out shopping and mine was somewhere in the house doing whatever women do on lazy Saturday afternoons. Jill and the girls were playing in the pool in our backyard.

"I heard my mother-in-law may have embarrassed Gaile yesterday. Sorry. I told Annie not everyone might be as liberal as she is. I don't think anything like that will happen again. I hope Gaile isn't pissed off at Sandy."

"Don't know. Gaile didn't say anything about Annie. All I know is she's been like a tiger every Friday for the past month. I swear, I've had more sex lately than anytime in the past five years. She even went down on me last night, first time since we were going together."

"She still making you wear a condom?" I asked casually as though to just keep the conversation going. But the seed of a plan was forming in my devious mind.

"Yeah. Damn, I hate those things."

"Why doesn't Gaile go on the Pill?" I was just trying to be supportive and digging for information at the same time.

"We're Catholic. Gaile only uses the rythm method and I use rubbers. Sometimes she makes us use both."

I had a little trouble sorting out the difference between the Pill and the rubbers in my mind but didn't say anything to Bert.

"She won't let me touch her when she's having her period. Then I can get a little for a week. Then a dry week because she says it's too dangerous. Then I get a little for a week. Then her period again. That's the rythm, a week on, a week off, a week on, a week off. What pisses me off is she makes me wear a rubber even during the safe times. I just don't understand it."

I chuckled to myself. We knew some guys with rythm. Lots of guys. A bit racist maybe, but funny in my own mind. The plan was forming.

Sandy and I were in bed later that evening when I told my little sweety what was on my mind.

"You think you can get a handle on Gaile's menstrual cycle, babe?"

"Yeah, probably. Us gals are pretty open about that little problem in life. Why?"

I relayed what I had learned about the intimate lives of our neighbors. That Gaile had suddenly become a tiger in bed on Friday's after seeing Brandon at our house. About the use of condoms and nothing else and how much Bert hated them. About her renewed interest in oral sex on the same day that she was embarrassed by an apparent oral act between Annie and Brandon.

"Hon, secretly... maybe even unconsiously, Gaile is getting turned on by the proximity of a black man. No matter how much she denies it, even to herself. She may be a prejudiced bigot, but deep down inside she is aroused by Brandon. I'm sure of it."

"Knowing her cycle will just help us plan her future sex life." I added.

Sandy looked at me like she didn't really recognize the alien in her bed.

"Who knows?" I said with an evil smile. "Maybe we can get Bert out of those raincoats. And it would be nice if you had someone to car pool to the club with, wouldn't it?"

"Oh, my God... you can't be serious... you mean... ?" Sandy squeeled as she understood my plan. "That's fucking perfect. That would serve the bitch right."

"She'll know why mom keeps that "nigger" kid. Let's give her one of her own to keep. Oh, honey, I love you."

Over the next few days, Sandy worked on our little plan for Gaile and Bert. She had a long talk with Annie and Jill. They thought the plan was brilliant. Pammy and Tammy were cautioned again to keep a low profile where our black friends like Tony, Cuch and Brandon were concerned. Sandy even had included Brandon's mom in the conspiricy.

Brandon's mom, DeeDee, didnt' want him to actually father a child yet. But she was all for using Brandon to tease Gaile. Get her juices running, so to speak. Brandon could get all the white pussy he could handle at home from his mom. Or with my little redhead.

Mid week, I had a couple of cold ones with Bert in our back yard. He had been doodling in his front yard and I invited him over.

"you know Bert, I've been thinking about what you said about condoms. I always hated those things too. Sandy can't take the Pill because it gives her a rash. All over. I had the 'snip job' right after our youngest was born and it solved that problem forever."

"Yeah, I've thought about that. I think Gaile may have even suggested it. I just thought we might like kids someday." Bert was wistful.

"Well, buddy. That doesn't seem to be very likely if Gaile doesn't want to get pregnant. Huh?"

I didn't want to push too hard. "Why don't you talk it over with the little wife. A friend of ours does vascectomies in his office. I think he could probably get your insurance to pay most of the cost."

"Sure would solve that little rubber problem for you."

Bert left a little later. Deep in thought.

I didn't see my hapless neighbor again until the following Saturday morning. I was washing the clunker this time. Sandy had taken the girls over to grandma's then she and Gaile were going shopping in Honolulu. They had become best friends, suddenly.

"Christ, she did it again." Bert said.

"Who? Did what?"

"Your wife. I swear, she must be giving Gaile spanish fly or something. That woman almost fucked me to death last night. And it's the dangerous week. First time since our honeymoon that I got laid two weeks in a row."

I knew exactly what had got his wife wound up the day before. Brandon, our black teen aged pool boy. With some coaching from Sandy and his mom, he had all but let his sizeable equipment hang out for all to see. His usual surfer shorts had been replaced by a speedo just a size or two too small. He had taken every opportunity to strut his stuff for Gaile.

"She still keeping you in the galoshes or did she let you run around bare foot." A little pushing wouldn't hurt.

"Yeah, we talked about the operation thing, though. She said it's up to me."

"What about kids?"

"She finally admitted that she doesn't want any children. I guess we'll just have to spoil yours."

The next time I went in for cold Primos, I picked up one of Nick's cards.

"I told him you would probably give him a call." I said as I handed the card to Bert. I was moving along with my part of the plan.

Sandy engaged our long legged neighbor lady in several lengthy discussions about sex and sexy things over the next few weeks. They even went shopping for lingerie together. A real improvement over the Mother Hubbard bra and panties that she had been wearing to bed for years, according to Bert.

Sandy was also keeping a little calender in our master bathroom that had Gaile's period days circled in red and a line under the day that she should be ovulating. Like Sandy, Gaile was as regular as clockwork.

The next Friday afternoon Gaile even let Brandon put suntan lotion on her back. It was the first time she had ever been touched by a black person.

I put antiseptic cream on the scratches on Bert's back the next morning.

A week or so later I took a couple of cold Primos over to Bert and sat with him while he melted the ice in the ice bag between his legs. He was a hurting puppy.

"It'll throb a little when the Novacaine wears off, but most of the swelling will go down in a couple of days." I told him jovially. His nutsack was nearly as big as the red rubber bottle it was laying on.

Bert was out of the baby making competition. Pemanently. Phase one complete.

I suppose I should have felt a little bit guilty about the part I was playing in our plan. Bert really was a pretty nice guy and didn't deserve to be hurt. It was really his bitch wife that was being set up. I justified it to myself by imagining all the great sex Bert would get in the end. He just had to bear with us for awhile. The guy was already getting more pussy than he ever had in his life and the party hadn't even started yet.

Gaile was never going to let Bert make her pregnant anyway. No harm, no foul.

Just before Chrismas, Ngomo came through Hawaii on his way home for the Holidays. Supposedly he needed to see me about the research labs and to see some subcontractors in Australia. I think he just wanted to spend some time in the sack with Sandy. I saw him for a little over an hour. She spent three days and nights in his hotel room on Waikiki beach.

"He wanted me to go to Africa with him." Sandy had brought home a very wet and swollen little pussy. I had rendered emergency first aid and was cuddling her close. She was exhausted. I later learned that she had hardly slept in the the three days she spent with her African warrior.

"I promised him that I would someday. But not now. You and my girls need me."

"He understood, I think." She said after a long pause. She was fading fast.

"I'm glad you didn't go with him, baby doll. I love you too much." As I kissed the back of her neck, I realized she had dozed off.

We did go to Africa in the spring. I had made a couple of short trips to the mainland and one to Australia just after Christmas. The equipment had all been selected and purchased. They wanted me at the site when the crates arrived to oversee the receipt inspections.

The company paid for Sandy to go with me on the Africa trip. I guess that since I would be gone almost a month, they thought that was cheaper than paying for my phone calls back to Hawaii.

We stayed several days in Washington, DC to meet with Senator Huntington and his staff and some of the prime contractor big wigs. The first night Sandy and I just rested up from the flight but the second night, we attended a reception at the Senator's mansion in Georgetown. Very elegant. Sandy whispered to me that she thought I ought to get into politics.

Somehow I wasn't surprised when we were welcomed by a radiantly pregnant Mrs. Huntington. She appeared to be about seven months along so she didn't conceive on their trip to Hawaii but it couldn't have been much later. I wondered how they would explain a black baby to the press that always seemed to hang around politicians. I didn't doubt for a minute that the bulge in her waistline could be blamed on Ngomo.

Again I got the elbow in the ribs. Sammy had turned two in January and I wasn't going to be able to stall my little leprachaun much longer.

"You don't mind if Ngomo monopolizes your wife, do you?"

It was Aria at my side. The big black African with all the gold hanging off him, had found us soon after we arrived. With just the briefest of greetings to me, he had whisked Sandy off to show her around the Senator's house. I suspected his bedroom was early on the itenerary.

"Do you really think that's what he's going to do to her?" I whispered to her with a big grin on my face.

She blushed. I was surprised.

"No. I'm so glad you understand. I'm sort of out of the action for now. My doctor's orders. Ngomo has been like a penned up bull since he heard you guys were coming."

"Sandy is quite taken with him. I think she's been in heat since we started making plans for the trip." I replied.

Aria had been leading me slowly away from the crowd and toward a wide circular staircase as we talked.

"Would you like to watch them?" She asked.

"Sure, but we don't want to disturb them. I think Sandy might prefer to be alone with him right now. Maybe later."

"They'll never know, Tim. This old house has some marvelous features."

At the top of the stairs was a hall off to both the right and left. As Aria guided me down the one to the left she put her finger to her lips to indicate silence. She pointed to a closed door and mouthed quietly. "They're in there."

The next door on that side of the hall opened to what I suposed had been a linen closet at one time. Now it was just a small narrow carpeted room with a comfortable overstuffed chair facing a floor to ceiling drape on one wall.

With her finger to her lips again, Aria gestured for me to take the chair. She then sat down in my lap. She flipped a switch on the wall behind me and the room was plunged into darkness. But not for long. The drapes quietly opened, letting in light from the adjacent room.

"They can't see us." Aria whispered in my ear.

But we sure could see them. Actually we could see most of Ngomo's backside and only Sandy's arms and nylon clad legs. She hadn't even slowed down to take her black pumps off.

Anticipation had apparently been enough foreplay for the couple on the other side of the mirror. Sandy's little black dress, bought specially in Hawaii for this reception, lay in a crumpled heap just inside the door. Ngomo's kaftan was carelessly thrown over a chair.

I had watched Sandy get dressed for the party so I knew she hadn't worn a bra or panties. The dress had its own built in cups that held her cleavage up on display. Her panties had left a line so she had left them in the hotel room.

Sandy told me later she found out that night that Ngomo never wore anything under his tribal kaftan. Very convenient, I liked his dress code.

The big black African had wasted little time in rutting my wife.

"Isn't he glorious?"

"He is. I can see why you gals fall all over him."

The lovers in the other room were still. Ngomo was lieing full length on Sandy but holding most of his weight on his elbows and knees. She was caressing his back and down to his ebony butt cheeks. They were talking but we couldn't hear what they were saying. He was shanked fully up into the little redhead. To the hilt. Just resting.

"Do you think he's cum already?" I asked quietly.

"No. I doubt it. He likes to soak for a while before he gets into the serious stuff. He's fucking her mind right now. Telling her how beautiful she is. How good she feels. How well they fit together. How much he has missed her. That sort of thing. He will throb his erection in her now and then to let her know she is absolutely filled with black cock. She is opening up inside for him."

"When he gets done fucking with her mind, her pussy will just be along for the ride." She added.

I had a world class hard on listening to Aria whisper in my ear and watching the erotic scene through the mirror. She took pity on me and shifted so I could straighten it up my belly to be more comfortable.

"Take it out for me." She said. "The doctor didn't say anything about hand jobs or blow jobs." I could see a mischevious grin in the dim light. Aria eased off my lap and sat sideways between my knees on the floor.

I opened my trousers and the Senator's wife began dividing her attention between my crotch and the action on the bed next door.

After a few minutes we could see the huge black man's buttocks stir. Like a locomotive picking up speed out of the station. First just a pulse, then a change of shape, then a slight motion. As his thrusts lengthened we could almost make out the point of penetration. The muted light in the bedroom and the lack of shadow on his dull black skin made detail difficult to determine. Once in a while I could see parts of Sandy. Pink and white flashes of her tight little butt or the inside of her corded thighs above the tops of her smokey nylons.

What we could see well was the jerk and clench of my tiny white wife's hands and feet. Each time a thrust struck home, she pulled him to her breast with her arms. She seemed to goad him with her heels. Like a rodeo rider. Spurring him on. She threw a shoe. Then the other. One hand on his neck the other on his ass. Her ankles soon locked in the small of his back. Now we could see part of her back. She was curled up in a ball as he bent her double, her nether openings pointed at the ceiling. He was on his toes and extended arms. Every stroke hard and full length. Straight down into her.

I came in Aria's mouth just as Ngomo threw his glistening bald head back between has shoulders and groaned out his completion into his new woman. We could hear him bellow through the soundproofed walls.

While I rearranged myself to be presentable downstairs, Aria closed the drapes but didn't turn the light back on. We stood together in the dark room. She put her arms around me and found my lips. Even with the faint taste of my semen in her mouth, it wasn't a lover's kiss. It was a friendly kiss.

"You know, he's going to breed her soon." She said. It wasn't a question.

To be continued...   Comments?  luvsitwet_99@yahoo.com
