Chapter Five

Saul felt rapturous when he got the news on his phone sometime around six in the evening from one of the Tongue Patrol men who’d gone to service his neighbour’s wife of their accomplishment. Although he was a bit alarmed when he heard of what they’d forced her husband to do to the wife. Jessie had arrived from work some minutes ago and was upstairs washing the afternoon heat off her body while he sat in his library answering his phone, looking out to check in case he wasn’t alone. It was a surprise to him that since the day he got that Tongue Patrol package in the mail box he’d been acting rather wary of anyone overhearing or even being aware of what he was into. He had his hand on his forehead, a look of consternation on his face when the man at the other end of the phone - Booker - narrated to him what they’d made Errol do when they’d done fucking the wife for the time being.

“My God,” Saul sighed, pushed his glasses back up his nose and licked his lips. “You mean you actually ... you actually forced his head down between his wife’s legs?”

From the other end of the end, Booker barked harsh laughter into his ear. “Hell yeah, we did that! You should have been there to see for yourself. Your friend dug into work and eat that slut’s pussy like taffy!”

“Oh no!” Saul checked to make sure Jessie wasn’t lurking about. The image of Errol slurping his tongue over his wife’s pussy played almost immediately in his mind and right away he felt his cock striking a nod inside his pants. He grasped at his erection, unable to stop the sight of Booker and his friends gangbanging Edith as well as Errol eating out her cum-soaked pussy.

“Did he ... did he enjoy it?” he asked.

Another burst of harsh laughter. “Of course he enjoyed it, white boi! They always enjoy it once we get them going. It makes them more submissive that way and they get to call us back a second time to make things happen. That’s what we do and we love doing it.”

“My God,” Saul voice out once more. His heart was racing inside his shirt.

“No need getting so excited, white boi. This is the way the game works. You see, a lot of these hubbies are pussies when it comes to pussy,” Booker sniggered at his pun. “They love nothing than to see a black dick fucking their women and they love it even more when a brother cums in their woman’s cunt so they can do a clean-up job on the wife, but they’re always scared of saying it out loud. Me and my brothers are used to it and know what to do when such situations call for it. You just keep going about your ‘hood and get more of your neighbours to call us and we’ll make you smile to the bank. Okay, white boi, gotta go. Talk later.”

The phone went dead. Saul held the phone before his face and stared at it for some seconds before putting it away in his pocket. He was still sporting the erection inside his pants and it felt like it was going to remain that way for a long while. He went back into his library and placed his phone on the charger port. He scratched at a spot on the back of his head. His mind conjured the sight of his friend scooping out three Tongue Patrol men’s semen from his wife’s pussy. That was so demeaning ... and yet, so exciting. He wondered how Errol must have felt when the boys pulled him out of his hiding place and forced his face down to eat his wife’s pussy. Then a thought of fear stole into his mind. Errol would probably figure he, Saul, since he had called up the boys had undoubtedly suckered him and told them to perform that task on him. That Errol hadn’t yet called him up to narrate to him his version of how the afternoon had gone told him one thing - his friend was angry at him.

Saul swallowed a gob of saliva and felt his throat parched for thirst. He went into the kitchen to look into the fridge and was nearly startled when he noticed a shadow appear outside his back kitchen door. It was Errol, looking flustered and smug. Saul couldn’t read his body language and his first thought was that he’d come here to voice his anger and to maybe punch his lights out. Saul wasn’t going to blame him if that was what his friend had in mind.

Instead, Errol’s features broke into a smile and he came forward and grasped Saul’s hand and pumped it with solid happiness in his eyes.

“Was a fucking marvellous afternoon I just had, Saul,” Errol admitted with joy. “Really fucking marvellous!”

Saul shushed him, looked behind to make sure Jessie wasn’t lurking about and taking Errol by the arm pulled him back outside, closing the screen door behind him. They walked a few feet towards the picket fence that divided their homes. Errol was still talking with excitement and it wasn’t until they were out of earshot that Saul stopped him to listen to what he was gushing about. Errol told him virtually everything that had happened: him hiding in the closet, the boys arriving at about the same time Edith returned home and they carting her into the bedroom and giving her all rounds of fucking that she couldn’t resist ... and then of Booker pulling him out of his hiding place and forcing him down to eat his wife’s pussy. Curtis had taken his camcorder off his hands and had recorded him with his face pressed between his wife’s open legs. As if to show proof, he took out his cell phone, told Saul that he had transferred the video clip into his laptop and had from there copied part of it into his phone which he then played for Saul’s eyes. Saul watched the small video clip in his phone of Booker and his friends tearing up Edith’s pussy and it brought several head nods from his prick inside his pants. Watching the video, he felt a pang of jealousy that he hadn’t been there to see it happen.

“You going to make a recording of it?” Saul asked his neighbour.

“Damn right, I will. I recorded almost an hour of footage. I’ll do some editing and send it off to some amateur porn store to see if they would offer some dough for it.”

“Won’t Edith be upset about you doing that?”

His friend shook his head. “Not in the least. Matter of fact, she actually loves the idea.”

“You can give it to me. My company people are as well into such, and I’ll bet they’d love to use your video.”

“They going to fork over something for it?”

“You bet they will.”

Errol contemplated for a minute. “Alright, I’ll see about making a copy and I’ll get back at you tomorrow. How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. You’ve got my number; we’ll meet about this same hour. Wouldn’t want for Jessie to find out what we’re involved with.”

“Yeah, sure, I got you. Damnit, Saul, you should have been there to see it. Man, I can’t thank you enough for this gift.” He reached for his friend’s hand and began pumping it again in handshake.

“Nothing to it, Errol. Just make sure you sign up on the subscriptions and next time I’ll get the boys to come over again. I can’t wait. I’ll look into those papers you gave me later tonight. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

They each said good night to each other before Errol turned around and went through the picket fence gate and shuffled towards his house. He turned back to wave one more at Saul before they each went their separate way. Saul returned to his kitchen and saw Jessie in there making dinner ready. At the moment she was washing some vegetables inside the kitchen sink as Saul walked up to her and kissed her cheek.

“I saw you talking with Errol,” she said to him. It wasn’t a question though Saul recognised her tone of voice, meaning she was itching to know what secret they’d passed between each other.

“He was telling me about some independent type of work he’s been into a while now and wanted to know if I’d like to come on board with him to consult.”

“Aww, that’s rather sweet of him. Did he mention what sort of work it’s about?”

“Well, he didn’t say anything specifically,” Saul worked his mind at thinking up a lie to suit her. “Something to do with accounting was what he told me. Said he’d get back at me within the week.”

“That sounds nice,” she half turned to look at him. “You think something good would come out of it?”

“It’s too early to say. But from the way he talked about it, I’m confident that something might. At least it’ll be something to get me out of the house often.”

“Yes, it would be. I have faith in you, darling.”

“Same here, babe.” He came closer and kissed her lips. “I’d better go lay out the dishes,” he said, turning away from her. In his mind he congratulated himself for the lie he’d just told. Hopefully with time he would have something to prove for it.

***

Thursday arrived the following morning. Saul went downstairs to fetch the newspapers as well as check if in case there were any Tongue Patrol packages waiting for him in the mail before going into his library and working on some accounting programs he told Jessie he was brushing up on while she got dressed and soon left him alone in the house. Saul went outside with her and waved at her as she reversed out of the driveway.

Jessie was checking her vehicle’s backward movement through her rear-view mirror as she did her reversing and her foot instinctively marched down on the brake just as she saw someone about racing past the back of her Subaru, nearly colliding with it. There was a sudden cry almost the same time she stamped down on her brake and put the car in transmission. Her mind beat with fear at the thought that she’d just run over someone. Saul appeared by her car and stopped for just a fleeting second to see if she was okay before going past her window towards where the cry had come from. Jessie too unclipped her seat-belt and slid out of the car to see whom she might have hurt.

It was the brunette-haired woman, Roberta, their newest neighbour. She was in a pair of soccer shorts, Nike trainers and a tank top and apparently had been jogging down the street and nearly collided with the back of Jessie’s Subaru. Except for a mild bruise on her knee when she’d fell to the side, she was alright. Saul and Jessie examined her and together they helped her up her feet. Jessie couldn’t stop apologising for the accident.

“No, please, it wasn’t your fault at all,” said Roberta, shakily laughing off the mild hurt on her knee as she wiggled her feet to test it. “Just a little scrape. A good thing I felt to the side when I should have.”

“Yes, a good thing you did,” Saul concurred as he came to his knee and examined the scraped part of her hurt knee. “I can treat this for you if you don’t mind.”

Roberta didn’t want to at first, but Jessie insisted on it, saying it was the least thing she could do, since she just trying running hers. Saul led his neighbour with one of her arm slung across her shoulder towards the house, but not before Jessie had given him and reminded him not to do what she would tomorrow hate to hear him do. Saul feigned innocence... even though he knew clearly what she meant. He gave her a kiss and watched as she returned to her car and drove off while he escorted his neighbour into his home.

He led her to the kitchen and placed her injured leg on a chair while he ran upstairs to the bathroom to get an antiseptic bottle and his medicine kit. He came back downstairs and he and Roberta made conversation while he swabbed some of antiseptic with cotton wool over her injured spot before covering it up with a plaster. Saul enquired about whatever work she was into.

“I’m into landscaping and interior decorating,” said Roberta. “We have an office down on Gardena Boulevard, and we’re hoping to expand the venture in the upcoming months.”

“Sounds lovely.” Saul helped lower her foot down from the chair and she got up and tested the leg, flexing it back and forth as if she was kicking a ball. “Does it still hurt?”

“No, I hardly feel anything. Thanks a lot.”

“You’re welcome. Once again, sorry about the fall you took.” Saul went about packing up the stuff he’d taken out of his medicine kit.

“It could have happened to anyone; thank God it was a minor fall. You’ve got doctor’s hands, Mr. Mellors.”

“Please, it’s Saul. And no, I don’t have anything resembling a doctor’s hands. I’ve simply spent much time being too careful with myself. If you’re not in a hurry, would you mind I get you something to drink?”

“If it won’t be any trouble to you,” she asked with concern in her eyes. Saul knew what she meant.

“It won’t be any trouble at all,” he reassured her. “Would a Coke be alright, or would you care for some coffee?”

“A cup of coffee sounds alright with me,” she smiled and went in the direction of the living room to wait. “Black with no sugar would do just fine.”

Saul remained in the kitchen to work up the instant coffee machine. A few minutes was all it took for him to make them two cups of coffee and carried them on a tray into the living room. Roberta was standing not far from the door that led into his library holding a colourful pamphlet in her hand. It wasn’t until he got closer that he realised the big mistake he’d made. He’d never suspected that she would look inside his library and unearth any of his working stuff. He recognised the Tongue Patrol brochure she had in her hand. Sensing he was in the room with her, she looked him with curiosity in her eyes.

“I’m intrigued, Saul,” she said her words carefully. “What sort of work are you into?”

“I used to be a securities broker, but that was months ago. I lost the job and got myself a new one.”

“And what is this new one you’re into all about?” she asked the question as she continued to examine the glossy erotic photos inside the brochure before looking back at him again. “You into porn or something?”

“No. Though I work for an outfit that sort of goes into that line of work.”

She looked at him. “Care to enlighten me on it?”

“It’s complicated,” he said.

“Try me,” she said, and sat down on the nearest couch. Saul offered her a cup of coffee and came and sat beside her, sipping his as well.

Saul took the brochure from her and explained to Roberta everything regarding the Tongue Patrol and what his job in the establishment entailed. Roberta sat forward, held her face up with her chin and listened to him give her a run-down about the sexual wanting and fantasises of various known couples and what the outfit he worked for did to resolve it. Roberta listened with awestruck by what he was telling her. She took back the brochure from him and looked it over again. The knitted frown on her brow told Saul a lot of things.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked her.

She shook her head then smiled disarmingly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to believe. The whole thing ... it sounds rather far-fetched. Kind of like something you would find from a scripted porn flick.”

“I can get you more brochures if that will help. Or wait a minute, I’ve got an even better idea.” He went into his library and unlocked his bottom desk drawer. He selected from the DVDs one that he’d already seen and put it in a pack and retuned with it to her. “I think might help change your mind. If you aren’t that turned down by watching some sex vids.”

“Of course now,” she blushed as she accepted the DVD pack from him. “I love watching porn, almost as much as i miss having sex. That’s a perk one loses when you get divorced.”

“Of that I’m sorry.”

“You needn’t be, it wasn’t your fault.” She got up and stretched. “Anyway, thanks for the coffee. I’ll run through this DVD and will get it back to you in the day. Hope that’s alright with you.”

“Oh yes, it’s fine with me. Except I’d much prefer you give me a call first so my wife won’t start having any funny ideas.”

Roberta asked for his phone number. Saul returned to his library and came back with one of his Tongue Patrol Sales Rep company card. He escorted Roberta outside and waved goodbye at her as she walked away from his driveway. His eyes lingered at the sight of her buttocks bouncing in the back of her shorts. Such a tempting offer. He wondered if actually she was doing so purposely because he was watching.

***

Almost an hour later his neighbour Errol came by his home to know if he was around. He had a disc copy of the video recording of yesterday’s escapade he’d made in his hand. Saul led him into his living room and played it in his DVD machine and both men drank a beer each while the sex tape played before their eyes. Saul had to contain himself from sporting a boner, but even that was hard. Errol’s wife looked so different in the disc with the three men fucking her. Saul pictured once again that it was Jessie in that position with him holding the camera. For his own he hopped not to be caught hiding inside the closet. Errol cheered when the moment came that showed him cleaning his wife’s pussy. It looked crazy, but erotically charged all the same. As they watched, Errol unflinchingly unzipped his pants and Saul watched stupefied as he began wanking off. By the time the movie had neared its end, his friend had cum over his thighs. Saul directed him to where the lavatory was; Errol picked up his shorts and shuffled in that directing, muttering an apology for his action. Saul waited until he had left before he too dropped his pants and kept pushing his glasses back up his nose while he replayed the movie and jerked off to it, not minding when his cum spilled on the carpet floor. It was a good thing they didn’t have a dog.

Done cleaning himself up in the lavatory, Saul ejected the disc from the DVD machine and scratched his head while he walked back and forth in the living room, trying to think of what other strategy he might employ to lure more couples towards sampling the Tongue Patrol establishment. He thought back at the party at Miles’ home the previous week, recalled some of his neighbours who’d been there watching Edith getting fucked by that black fellow, Tibbs. At that moment Saul was staring out his front window across the street in front of Miles’ compound. The idea hit him that if there was anyone on the street who could probably lend a hand on getting some of the wives in the neighbourhood involved in this, Miles was just the right type of person to see about that. He and Lana could easily sweeten the deal ... and maybe they too would love to try out the boys.

He was smiling at himself as the idea formed in his head and he clapped his hands together and set to work.

He went upstairs and changed his clothes. His watched declared the time as 4:35p.m. Jessie would be back home by the next hour or thereabouts, thus he had to do what he wanted quick. He returned to the living room and picked up the disc his neighbour friend had left him and stepped out of the house and walked across the street towards Miles’ compound.

He was walking up the pathway leading towards his friend’s front door when it came open and there stood Miles cracking a smile at him, looking like he’d been expecting him all along.

“Hi there, neighbour. You’re just in time for the main event,” Miles crackled as he held the door open for Saul to enter.

“Exactly what is it that I’m late abou-”

He stopped in his tracks as he saw the busy couple there frolicking on the long couch in the living room. It was Tibbs again, this time he was squeezing Lana’s buttocks as she straddled his lap. Miles beckoned at Saul to take a seat and rushed out of the room. He wasn’t gone for long. He returned with a small bed which he then laid on the living room floor, pushing the centre table to the corner and then dressed a cloth over it.

“Saul,” he turned to his friend with an unabashed manner like he wasn’t actually seeing a black man there kissing and fondling his wife. Saul too was shocked by it but remained cool. “What can I get you, buddy.”

“You got any beer?” Saul asked in a light voice.

“I’ve got Coors,” Miles smiled. He turned towards Tibbs and his wife and spoke respectfully to him. “Sir, would you care for anything to drink?”

Tibbs turned from his wife and gave him an insolent stare. “Not now, white boi,” he growled. “I’m fucking busy here. Go play with your friend and leave us alone.”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry for disturbing you.” Miles bowed his head at him then left the room.

Tibbs and Lana ignored Saul and went on groping each other. Their lips smacked against each other. The wall-screen TV was on and an adult movie played from it, although the volume was lowered. Tibbs’ hands pushed up Lana’s skirt and caressed and squeezed the bare flesh of her buttocks. She in turn kept grinding herself down on his crotch. Saul could discern what was a bulge in Tibbs’ pants and twitched with excitement at the sight of wanting to see what he was packing.

Lana slid off from her lover to sit beside him and her hands went towards undoing the belt and top buttons of his pants while Tibbs undid his shirt buttons; his cock formed the shape of a hill inside his pants. Lana reached a hand inside and unearthed his cock and muttered a gasp under her breath. Saul must have gasped too because he saw himself seated forward ogling the sight of the black man’s cock as it stood like an abominable appendage to his body. She stroked pre-cum out of the tiny slit on its head; her eyes danced over the sight of the prick like she couldn’t believe what she had in her hand. Tibbs couldn’t help but laugh.

“It ain’t what you wimp hubby has got now is it?” he sneered.

“Oh my God, no,” Lana moaned. He doesn’t even come close.”

“You’d better put it to good use then.” He pushed her head down and Lana expanded her mouth and began sucking his cock. She gave it a lingering deep swallow which left Tibbs sighing for more, before pulled back her face. She licked his shaft and kissed his scrotum. When she felt ready she did it again. Tibbs kept one hand busy fingering her cunt from behind.

Miles returned with two Coors, one for him and the other for Saul. He took a swig from his drink before turning seriously at Saul, unmindful of the fucking about to commence beside him.

“So, buddy, what can I do you today?”

Saul found it hard taking his eyes off Lana and Tibbs, but managed to talk to Miles while they went on about their business as if they were alone in the room. By the time Saul had narrated the part of Errol coming to visit him with the DVD copy in his hand, Tibbs was carrying Lana down to the bed on the floor. Her legs resting on the back of his shoulders, he perused her pussy with his tongue and lips. Lana cried from the exchange; she hissed through her lips, her body convulsed from what he was doing to her. Tibbs ate her pussy for a while then came forward on top of her, dragging his cock over her abdomen. Her hands reached for it and directed it towards her pussy slit. Lana wrapped arms and legs over her Tibbs and moaned as he sunk his cock deeper into her. Saul and Miles watched his buttocks muscles clench as he pounded her pussy. Both men sat and admired with awe in their minds at Tibbs’ masculinity. Saul observed the contrast between his complexion and Lana’s, just like he’d done with Edith the other night, and pictured this same bull fucking his wife, Jessie. He imagined the scenario realistically, transposing his wife’s face over Lana’s, listening to her cries and imagined how Jessie would look were she to find herself submissive before such a male specimen as Tibbs.

Miles grabbed at his crotch as he watched the black bull pummel his wife’s pussy there before his eyes on the small bed in his living room. He wanted to free his cock from his shorts and jerk off right there and then, except with Tibbs present he was forbidden to do so. He whispered this to Saul as the sound of his wife’s moans climbed higher and louder in both their ears.

Tibbs pulled out of her and stood up; he was gasping and his body and forehead dripped with sweat, same with his cock which glistened with pussy juice.

“Get your ass over here, white boi!” Tibbs lashed at Miles.

Miles left his chair and scurried on his knees towards Tibbs and Saul stared with amazed shock at the sight of his friend sucking the bull’s cock. Miles licked off every trace of his wife’s juice from Tibb’s shaft. He licked it off with such pleasure like a dog cleaning a bowl and eventually Tibbs pushed him away to resume fucking his wife.

He made Lana bend down on her arms and knees and fixed his cock into her from behind. Lana’s face bore a look of savage hurt and pain and her body jerked forward each time Tibbs slammed into her. He grabbed her waistline with one hand and repeatedly slapped her ass cheeks with his other while he kept on fucking her hard. Lana’s cries rose to a crescendo when she announced that she was about to cum. A few minutes afterwards, Tibbs too muttered the same thing and his body tensed and he muttered a lion-like groan. Every muscle on his body tensed as he emptied his sac inside her. Lana fell to the bed on her backside and Miles came over. He sucked on Tibb’s cock once again, licking off every trace of cum and juice on his prick before crawling over his wife. Lana directed his face towards her crotch and she moaned and jerked her body as he licked off every trace of her lover’s cum that rolled out of her cunt. Saul sat there too dazed to even think straight. He too sported an erection in his pants and couldn’t seem able to make it go away. Tibbs now sat languorously on the couch. Their eyes connected.

“What you looking at, white boi?” Tibbs snapped at him rudely.

“Nothing ... nothing at all.”

Saul cowered and turned his eyes away from him.