Bringing Up Daughters Part II

By LuvsItWet

Copyright @ 2009

Chapter 12


Sandy and I talked about the invitation to the club on Monday after I got home from work. The kids were down at the park giving us the first privacy since our amazing night out.

We were both mixed whether to accept of not. On one hand, it would be a steady thing for Sandy with black men and Tony obviously wanted us to join. The setting could not be more erotic or exotic. It would be an open door for me to pursue some work in the medical field outside the Navy that would certainly lead to a better income for us eventually. On the other hand, we felt we would probably lose some of our freewheeling lifestyle that had so easily involved the girls. And there was some concern on Sandy's part that she wouldn't be able to control their burgeoning sexuality within our little family unit.

We agreed to put off the decision for the time being.

On Wednesday afternoon, I got a call from Tony wanting to know if we'd had a chance to talk over what Nick had discussed with me during dinner Saturday night. I told him that we had, a little, but hadn't made up our minds yet. Tony thought it might be good if I met with him alone to discuss the club. There might be something he could add to what Nick had told me. And it might help me make up my mind so then I could help Sandy make up hers. I knew the hard sell was just starting but accepted his invite to a guy-night-in at his place for later that same afternoon. Pizza and beer.

I dropped by the house and clued Sandy in to the plan while I changed into casual clothes. Shorts, my second best aloha shirt and flip flops. At first she wanted to go with me, but backed off when I told her that I wanted to spend some time alone with her black lover to see if there was anything else we could learn about the club. I knew if she went with me, sex would be the main theme of the evening and we would get very little information.

Tony met me at the door with a cold beer in one hand and a warm handshake with the other. Although we had spent several hours together, this was the first time the two of us had been together without sex hanging heavy in the air. He was also dressed casually in a cut off tank top and lavalava, a tappa cloth wrap-around that covered him from waist to knees. Barefoot. Very Hawaiian.

Tony led the way out to the lanai. In the daylight it was even larger than it had looked the first time I was there. No long legged blondes this time either. Just Bird of Paradise and hibiscus. Jasmine and bouganvilla. Everywhere. Native vines covered the trellis above the glass topped table and cushioned lounge chairs. I could get used to living like this.

It was early but the tiki torches scattered around the open area of the back yard were giving off a scented smoke. All very intimate.

"What does Sandy think of the club?" Tony asked not long after we sat down at the table.

"She loved the attention she got from you and your friends but the hangover the next day was a killer. I thought she was a goner for sure. What the hell did you give her?"

"I gave her a couple of Qualuudes but that wouldn't cause a hangover. Had to be the booze. She sucked up three mai tai's with dinner. I told her to ease up but she was nervous. I finally had to give her a little something to relax her. I think she had two or three drinks during the party later. That many drinks would have given anyone a hangover."

"I thought it might be what you gave her that had her all fucked up."

"No, that won't fuck you up. Just relaxes you. I like the ladies to feel relaxed when we party like we did Saturday night. Everyone has a lot more fun."

Tony chased down a couple more cold beers and when he came back out though the slider, went to a corner of the lanai tucked in close to the back of the house. A potted palm next to a chaise lounge cut that corner off from the rest of the backyard.

"Tim, have you ever smoked a hooka?" Tony asked.

"Huh?"

"Water pipe."

"No, heard of them though."

"I picked this one up on one of my trips to Turkey. Want to try it?" He asked.

"Sure. Why not?" I said as I got up and walked over to where the the big black man had sat down.

"Ever smoke dope?" Tony asked as he was touching a match to a small bowl of what looked like a busted up bullion cube.

"Yeah, when I was in high school. Made me stupid."

"This is hashish. Got it in Morrocco. It'll beat beer any day."

The water pipe was sitting on a low table next to the chaise lounge and Tony sat back with an unspoken invitation for me to sit on the foot of the lounge next to him. So I would be close enough to reach the pipe. He took a drag from the brass mouth piece and passed it to me. I inhaled lightly and was surprised by the mildness of the sweet smoke. I had always choked on the first hit on a marijuana cigarette. I took a second, deeper hit and passed the tube back to Tony.

"I like to get acquanted with the husbands of the women I fuck." Tony said. I was watching the smoke settle onto the water in the pipe. It was odd the way it did that.

"Sandy is glad you and I could spend some time together today." I told him.

"I'm looking forward to getting much better acquanted with you, Tim. I want you and Sandy to feel like part of my family. Nick and Rhonda are part of my family and they both enjoy some very pleasant benefits."

The bowl had went out but Tony handed me the tube and held another match to the charred residue and I took a nice long pull straight into my lungs. The bottle of Primo sitting on the floor between my feet seemed so far away I didn't know if I could reach it.

"Why don't you just lean back here and let me rub your shoulders. You look tense."

Me? Tense? I doubted if I could stand up.

"That's it. Just relax. Doesn't that feel good?" Tony asked as he massaged the muscles in my shoulders and neck with his strong black hands.

"Mmmm." I moaned. I felt like I could go to sleep. My head weighed a ton. Tony's hands were heavenly.

"Would you like to feel what Sandy felt Saturday night?"

I was confused until I saw Tony shake two capsules out of a brown bottle that had been on the shelf in the table below the water pipe. He extended them to me in offering. The pills looked harmless and he had said they relaxed Sandy. Nick said they were safe. Even his daughter took them. I took them from him and he pulled me back against his chest as I chased them with a swig of beer.

"You'll feel much better in a few minutes, Tim." Tony handed me the hooka tube once more and lit the bowl. I was already flying. If I felt any better I couldn't have stood it.

I don't know how long we sat like that. My feet were up on the chaise and his legs were on either side of me. I was leaning back against that hard black chest with him stroking my shoulders and occasionally reaching up under my shirt to tweak my nipples. All I know is that I was turned on. Big time. My hard cock lay heavy in my shorts. The big black hand on my stomach slid easily under my waist band to stroke me.

"Turn over, Tim." Tony quietly said as he pushed me toward the foot of the chaise. I felt so comfortable I didn't want to move. I Iiked what he was doing to me. Magic hands.

"Turn around." He commanded almost in a whisper. I did and was met with Tony's open lavalava. He was laying on it like a towel. His semi-erect black cock stretched up toward his navel. His huge testicles resting between his muscular thighs.

"Come here." He said as he placed one large hand behind my neck and pulled me down into his middle. I liked his smell as he nestled my face into his crotch. One of my cheeks was against his black thigh, the other against his scrotum. The scratch of his pubic hair was hard on that side of my face. I was very comfortable. It was nice having another person so close.

"I like the husbands of my white women to be very familiar with me. It makes them much more agreeable to some of the things I do with their wives. Do you like being with me like this?"

I just nodded. It did feel good. I liked the smell. A faint smell of Brut. Moist and warm. I was very comfortable with my face being pressed up into Tony's warmth.

"Have you ever been with a man?" I knew what he was asking. Of course I had been with a man. I had been with my wife while she was being fucked by a man. I had been with my daughter when she were being with a man.

But that wasn't what he was asking.

Had I had sex with a man? That was what he was asking. No, would I have sex with a man? That was what he was asking.

Really, truly. Would I suck his cock? That was what I was being asked. Had I, or would I, be willing to please him with my mouth. In my clouded mind I loved the idea. I liked the feeling, the smell. I was up against him and was eager to please him. I couldn't wait to have him in my mouth.

Tony was gently stroking the side of my face and soothing me with his words. I think he may have stoked another hit on the pipe for me somewhere in there. I was in a very soft and safe place.

I didn't want to resist when Tony pulled my face up a bit so my mouth could reach the head of his cock. I wanted what Tony wanted. He tasted so good. Why hadn't I sucked a cock before. The head was soft and filled my mouth. The shaft between my teeth and lips was firm under the warm slippery skin.

I must have been doing a pretty good job because Tony's hips began to slowly thrust his penis deeper into my mouth. I felt proud to be giving pleasure to my black friend. He was important to me. He was the man that fucked my wife. He was the man that fucked my oldest daughter. He was the man that would soon fuck my second daughter. My redheads were his women, too.

I lay in Tony's lap with my mouth full of him forever it seemed. I was in love. My heart was bursting for him. I gently fondled his ball sack. I wanted his cum but Tony pushed me away. I didn't like it but he soothed me.

"Be still Tim. Rest. I'll be with you in a minute." Tony said as he stood with his feet on either side of the chaise. I was on my stomach, alone as he stepped over me. And so empty. I missed him in my mouth. His taste was so good.

I flinched when I felt the cool wetness in the crack of my ass. I had lost my shorts somewhere. The feel of being probed was nice. My hips were lifted up by a strange force as my prostate was gently touched. My face was against the warm cushion where my black friends buttocks had rested. I liked his smell.

AAAGHHH, MY GODDD!!!!! Where did all the pain come from. It hurt so badly I couldn't even tell where it was. My whole body was racked. I couldn't breath, I couldn't think. Even my hair hurt.

"Easy baby, easy. The worst is over. You have all of me now." Tony said from behind me. One of his hands was holding my hip the other my shoulder. Pulling me to him. Holding me quiet. My pitiful struggles were in vain.

"It hurts Tony. It hurts so bad." I think I was crying.

"Shhh, shhh. Suck on this, it will help." He slipped his thumb into my mouth. It wasn't as nice as his cock but I liked it. Like a live pacifier.

The pain did slowly recede. I adjusted to the red hot iron bar that had been shoved up into me. I was full of black man. I winced as I felt Tony surge a fraction and withdraw slightly. Then back into me as he stroked my tongue with his thumb. I was settling down. Accepting my fate.

The pain turned slowly into pleasure. I started to feel very feminine with a man taking me like that. I reached between our legs to hold his scrotum gently in my hand. I could feel where we were joined. The large vein running up the underside of his cock disappeared under his tight balls.

"No one has to know about this but us, Tim. This can be our little secret."

Tony's thrusts were getting longer and harder. My face was being rubbed against the lounge cushion with each slam of his pelvis into my butt. I pushed at the chaise back with my free hand to force his cock deeper into me. I needed it all. I couldn't get enough.

The hand that had been holding my hip slipped under me to take my re-erected cock. The firm strokes matched the ones into my ass. I was moaning hysterically around the thumb in my mouth.

"The things we do together is our business but if you want to tell some one, it's OK. Sandy might like to know that her husband likes black men too. Do you think she would like that Tim? Do you think she might like to watch me fuck you? You do like me fucking you. Don't you, Tim."

"Oh, yes. Please, I love you fucking me." I said around his hand.

The strokes on my cock and into my bottom were getting faster and harder. I was almost there. I sensed that Tony was too and I couldn't wait. I squeezed his hard balls lovingly. He tightened his grip on my shaft and on my shoulder.

I was pulled like a rag doll back tightly against my black man. He forced himself into me as deeply as he could go and froze. I could almost hear the semen being injected into me. I went over the top and shot my load aimlessly on my belly, my chest, and the cushion beneath me.

With a groan, the big man slumped onto me nearly crushing me with his weight. I welcomed him wordlessly. I would be his matress any time he needed a place to lie his sweaty body. I felt so fulfilled at that moment that I would have gladly stayed there forever with Tony resting on me.

Tony rolled to the side pulling me with him. We were spooned together on the chaise lounge with Tony's large, still erect, cock still solidly inserted up into me. He held me close and rubbed my cum into my skin. I was slowly coming down from my first ass fuck. My world had changed irreversably.

"You and Sandy will enjoy being members of our club. I'll make the necessary calls later this evening."

I was relieved that the decision had been made. It was out of my hands. I felt that Sandy would be happy with this change in our lives. Our daughters would adapt to their future. All was well with the world. I slept.

To be continued...  If you like my story, drop me a line.  luvsitwet_99@yahoo.com  

