Chapter Ten
Saul got an unusual call the following morning. It was from his next-door neighbour Ralph Micklen. He had left for the Tongue Patrol office to turn in his summary workout of activities the past few days when he got the call; it was past nine in the morning. There was a dour sound to his friend’s voice. Ralph asked if he could drop by his office that there was something he wanted to seriously pick with him and he couldn’t wait for noon to arrive. Saul checked his schedule; he was supposed to take Jessie to lunch and maybe see about explaining to her his new-found job once and for all. He didn’t think he could cope with the lie anymore. She was going to find out one way or the other - he won’t be able to keep the lie up for another week.
“Alright, Ralph. Give me the address to your office and I’ll see how soon I can get there.”
Ralph texted his office number to him. Saul promised to be there in the next hour.
***
Right about the same time Saul was speaking to his friend on the phone, a black man named Jimmy Badass drove into the neighbourhood and pulled his car into the curb when he arrived at the house he was expected at. He approached the front door and pressed the doorbell. He was dressed in a navy blue suit and tie, looked like a Wall Street banker. The door came open and there stood a mature white woman who at first was startled seeing a black man standing on her doorstep but quickly presented him with a smile. A nervous one.
“Yes?”
“Good morning, ma’am. I hear you’ve got a place to rent. I would like to come and check it out.”
“Rent? Oh yes, the house ... well, perhaps you could come inside. Much better inside than keeping you standing here.”
She opened the door wide enough for the tall black man to walk past her before closing the door and turning the lock.
“This way, please. So kind to receive visitors ever now and then.”
Abigail led the black man into the living room. She was looking different today, dressed in a blouse and black skirt that was tight on her hips and a pair of high heels. She wore a pair of string necklace and had a scarf tied around her neck. She looked so unlike the dowdy indoors creature she’d always made herself to be. She sat the black man on a couch, asked if she could get him anything but he declined. She pretended to fawn over him as she raised one leg on the couch seat next to him, letting her skirt ride up her thigh to reveal the thigh-high net stockings she had on.
“So, Jimmy - I hope you don’t mind my calling you that - are you really interested in renting a room in this here house of mine. Or would you care for something else?”
“I’m much interested in the house, ma’am.” Jimmy caressed her leg. He unbuttoned his jacket. “Though I’d like to know what you’d take for rent.”
She smiled. “That depends on how well you’re going to be capable of taking care of your future landlord. If I see you’re any good now, then maybe we can move upstairs to see the rest of the house.”
She came and sat next to him, resting against him. Her hands went to his cheeks and their faces met and they kissed each other. Jimmy took control of everything. He carried Abigail and brought her to sit on top of him. His hands raised her skirt and grasped her buttocks. Abigail was lost in kissing him. Her body moved against him. Jimmy returned her to the couch and undid her blouse and the rest of her clothes. He unzipped his pants and freed his cock out. Abigail gasped at the sight of his erection. She rested her face on his thigh, holding his meat inches from her face. She had never seen a black cock before. That she had one this up-close surprised her more than ever.
“My God. Is it really this big?” she exclaimed.
Jimmy Badass roared with laughter. “Only one way to find out. Take a mouthful of it before it gets cold.”
He pushed down on Abigail’s head. Her mouth opened to swallow.
***
The secretary finished speaking into the phone and directed Saul to go ahead into the office. He had been seated outside for nearly ten minutes since he arrived at the building. The door opened and Ralph Micklen, his next-door neighbour stood there to welcome him. It was a big office and had an excellent view of the surrounding district. They went in the direction of the lounge area and Saul sat down while Ralph got them something to drink; he’d loosened his tie and his shirt sleeves were folded halfway up to his elbows. Ralph nursed his drink while he figured out what to say; his features spoke for him even before his lips started to move.
“Saul, there’s something I’d seriously like to discuss with you. Matter of fact, I need to hear from you to know just what to do or how to tackle what it’s about.”
“That’s what I’m here for, Ralph. What seems to be the problem?”
Silence first, and then: “It’s about my wife, Ashley.”
The air in the room suddenly felt heavy. Ralph sipped his drink - a glass of Scotch - and continued:
“I think she’s having an affair. I don’t know, and I can’t prove it... but a gut feeling tells me she is having one. And if she is, then I really don’t blame her for it.”
“I don’t understand,” Saul said.
Ralph got up and paced around, his face screwed as if lost in thought.
“I’ve been too concerned with work to think about her needs, Saul. I’ve been too damn driven, much with what I want than where I ought to be. A lot of times she’d complained about it, and being the fool that I am, I chose instead to ignore her. I’ve been spending too much time away from work than lying next to her. I’m sure you’ve noticed it.”
Saul nodded. “Jessie and I have talked about it, and she too has mentioned to me a bit about Ashley, but it wasn’t something I thought I’d butt into.”
Ralph returned to his chair. “That’s probably why I asked you to drop by. Something came to my notice yesterday, and I don’t like the looks of it. I wanted to bring it up with Ashley, but thought I’d check it out first, which I did online.”
“You going to tell me what it is.”
Ralph reached into his pocket and took out a business card. He leaned forward and gave it to Saul. Saul’s eyes lit up with surprise. His breath seemed to stop for a second. It was a Tongue Patrol business card; it bore the name of the sales rep., JOSH OWENS, as well as the office address; the card did have a phone number on it, but that was to the TP Costumers Service line. Saul had to strain his eyes looking at it to be sure it wasn’t one of his cards. He looked up at Ralph and tried to hide his reaction.
“What ... where did you find this?”
“Ashley was having her shower last night. I saw this card lying on her bedside. Not something I’m familiar with, so I swiped it and went to check it downstairs on my computer while she was asleep. You ever heard of the outfit before?”
Saul shook his head. He looked at the name of the sales rep on the card. He couldn’t recall the person’s name, but he was certain to find out once he was done here.
“You’re not going to believe what they’re about, Saul. It’s some crazy sex company, kind of like a new-age porn shit that makes Penthouse and Hustler look like something for the kiddies.”
“Oh really?”
Ralph went to his wine cabinet and filled his glass again. His features turned into a grumble. “It’s really crazy what they’re up to there, the company, I mean. They’ve got couples - wives and shit - requesting for guys to come fuck them. They say they provide fantasy joyrides but I read through the fine-print and it was all fucking sex and nothing else. That’s what’s got my wife’s attention now.”
“Damn. I’m sorry to hear that, Ralph. Really I never thought-”
“The question I don’t get is how long she’s been doing it. What could possibly drive her to do such a thing?” Ralph returned to his chair. He shook his head at the question he just asked. “I can’t believe all this while the bitch has been out there fucking some dude behind my back, and I can’t figure out how long this shit has been going on.”
“You haven’t confronted her yet, have you?”
“You mean Ashley? No, I haven’t. I was going through that website trying to see if I can find anything on the bastard whose name is on that fucking card but no luck. I sure wish I could run into him so I can bash his skull in.”
“Hmm, would you want me to check it out?” Saul suggested. “Save you a lot of time.”
“I’d really appreciate that, Saul. You think I should keep calm on it?”
“For now, I’d advice you do just that. Wouldn’t look good to blow up so suddenly. Let me look into it, find out whatever I can and get back to you later.”
He pocketed the card. They finished their drinks after which Saul said he needed to be somewhere else. Ralph saw him to the elevator and they shook hands before Saul boarded the lift, taking him back down to the lobby. He was sweating when he stepped inside. He needed to get to his office building to dig at the bottom of this before things exploded before his face. It might as well have been him Ralph wanted to bash. As he stepped out of the lobby walking towards the building’s front exit, he took out the card from his pocket and looked at it again as if to remind himself that it was real.
Josh Owens; Tongue Patrol Sales Rep.
***
Meredith was back in her car and like yesterday driving to her friend’s home to know whatever it was Abby wanted her to see. Her friend had called her some minutes ago and the sound of her voice had reeked with excitement as Meredith listened to her. Abigail said it couldn’t wait, she wanted her friend to come over right away and see what she was having ... whatever it was, Abigail didn’t say, except hurry. Meredith didn’t stop cursing at her friend for dragging her out of her home so suddenly even as she went into her car and drove now towards her home.
She was flushed with anger as she approached Abigail’s front door and pressed the door bell. A minute passed with her folding her arms across her chest and waiting. The door opened an inch. Abby stood there gleaming at her friend. She opened the door further before Meredith could say anything and rushed her inside. Meredith pushed her hair back and stared with abject surprise at her friend who stood behind the door naked except for the pantyhose and thigh-high stockings she was wearing. Abigail locked back the door and turned to face her friend; the smell of cum was on her.
“Abby, what the hell-”
Her friend shushed her, took hold of her arm and led her up the stairs on tip-toe as if not daring to make any sound. When she spoke, it came as a whisper with the smile still stuck on her face.
“I want you to see it, Meredith. I’ve been having so much fun you can’t imagine.”
“The fuck are you talking about?”
Meredith too couldn’t help lowering her voice like her friend. She was still aghast at the sight of Abigail holding her arm standing naked beside her as they made their way up the stairs. Her eyes ran all over her body, seeing the way her droopy pair of breasts moved with each step she took. Her hand felt the wall beside her to reassure her that she wasn’t dreaming. It was possible an alien had invaded her friend and that this wasn’t the Abigail Pottersmith she’d always known.
They arrived at the bedroom and Abby once again indicated with a finger to her lips as she pushed the door open. Already they could hear what sounded like the heavy breathing of a man’s voice; to Meredith it sounded like that of a bear in the woods. Both women entered the bedroom and Abigail indicated to her friend the sight of the black man lying lazily on her bed asleep; he was partly covered by the bed sheet but it was enough for both women to know that he was naked. Meredith stood there close to the door numb. Her mouth hung open. Her neck seemed to make a creaking noise as she turned to look at her friend who stood beside her gushing with such happiness like a college prom queen.
“Like what you see?” Abigail asked her quietly.
“My God, Abby ... what did you do?”
“I took your advice after you’d left yesterday. I found out my neighbour’s secret with those black men who visited her and thought I’d have a taste of it too. Here, watch me.”
Abigail directed her friend to a nearby chair as then she went to the bed, climbing on to it from the other side. The black man kept on snoring. Abigail pulled back the bed sheet like a magician who’d just performed a trick. Jimmy Badass didn’t stir from his slumber; his deflated cock lay crooked asleep on his thigh. Meredith watched with mounting shock and surprise as her friend picked up the black man’s cock and began kissing it. She held the sleeping black prick in her hand as if it were something delicate, running her tongue and lips over every inch of it. Meredith watched with fascination as like a Genie outted from a box, the black man’s cock slowly began coming awake. The man mumbled. He shifted on the bed, and then his eyes came awake. By this time Abigail has enclosed her mouth around his semi-erect prick and was sucking him to further erection.
Meredith gasped. A shiver ran through her arms. She rubbed her hands over her skin, felt goosebumbs over them.
Jimmy smiled at the sight of Abigail’s head bopping down on his crotch. He turned and saw Meredith seated where she was, watching. Meredith waved a girly hand at him, her face flushed with embarrassment at watching them. She had never been in a room watching two people make love before her. She knew not what to say or how to react. A part of her wanted to get up and run out of the house, while another part found this intriguing and kept her glued to the chair.
“Hey, Abby, who’s your friend?” Jimmy indicated.
The sound of Abigail’s lips letting go of his cock made a ‘pop’ sound. She stroked his erection while she looked at her friend and smiled.
“Jimmy, this is my friend, Meredith. She lives around the next block. Meredith, say hi to Jimmy. He’s a black stud from the Tongue Patrol.”
Meredith didn’t catch her last statement. “The what?”
“Never mind, girl. You just sit there and watch me play with this here black cock.”
Abigail went back to her sucking activity. Jimmy pushed her hair away from her face as she leaned forward, stroking his shaft while rolling her mouth around his prick. At one time she took her hands off and merely bopped her head up and down. Her mouth emitted slurping sounds as Jimmy thrust more of his meat up her throat. Meredith sat there stunned out of her imagination, watching. Her heart was skipping beats. She could feel her breasts grow heavy behind her t-shirt. Her hand went down to her crotch, her fingers scratched against the fabric. A strange, ubiquitous itch seemed to building inside there. It kept troubling her as she sat there watching what her friend was up to with the black man on her bed.
Jimmy sat up and pushed Abigail to fall on her back. He rested forward and tongued her pussy while she held her legs above his head, moaning like crazy. Her hands wrapped around her tits; her lips opened and closed from her moaning pleasure. Meredith was seeing her unlikely picture of her mature friend; the itch under her pants kept growing and screaming at her.
Jimmy sat up and came forward, his cock now erect. Holding her legs apart, he came down on her, plunging his cock into her quim. The bed groaned under their weight as Jimmy dug his hands under Abigail’s buttocks and began thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. Abigail wailed from the exchange. Her hands grasped his shoulders. Her legs almost wouldn’t stop pumping at the air above his backside. Meredith watched the way his buttocks and arm muscles flexed each time he pounded her friend.
He went on fucking her as much and as hard as he could. They changed position a couple more times. Abigail wouldn’t stop calling out his name, her voice went into frantic gasps and cries each time his cock struck a home-run. The fuck bout lasted nearly a half-hour, by which time Meredith had stopped ignoring the screaming itch that was happening inside her jeans. She didn’t remember when her hands undid the top button of her jeans and pushed down on the zipper. She was breathing heavy and right now her jean was halfway down her thighs with one hand foraging inside her panties. Jimmy was taking note of her too. He loved turning white women over to his black meat. He especially enjoyed the ones who often tend to prove irresistible to his approach. In the end they, just like the rest, always succumbed to their inner temptations. The desire to have what their friends are having: to taste a black man’s cock was an urge only the few could turn away from.
Abigail was by now riding his cock. Her buttocks clenched each time she rode him back and forth; her cries wouldn’t stop falling from her lips. Jimmy pushed her off him and got up from the bed. Abigail lay there gasping and moaning ‘Oh my God!’ over and over again. She rolled over on the bed, eventually turned over to see what her lover was up to.
Jimmy approached Meredith. She remained glued to her chair, unable to move. Her eyes seemed to expand in their sockets as he neared her. Her eyes were on his erection which glistened from her friend’s fucked pussy. Jimmy stood before her, breathing heavy but still in control of the moment. Meredith inhaled his masculine sweaty aroma. So overpowering it was, she felt dwarfed by it; his cock stood inches from her face. She looked up at him earnestly; Jimmy smiled.
“It’s okay, babe. You can play with it.”
Her eyes came back to his black cock. She took it in her hand and pulled Jimmy closer. Her tongue snaked out of her lips and kissed the tip of his prick. Jimmy pushed her head downward to get more of it. Meredith muttered a groan as she suddenly started cramming his cock into her mouth. Her husband would go mad if he ever heard of her doing this. Never had she sucked another man’s cock besides his, especially not a black man.
Abigail left the bed and came to kneel beside her. She fingered her pussy as she watched with glee what her friend was doing to the black man’s cock.
“Yes ... suck on that dick, Meredith. Go on, suck it ... tastes so fucking good, don’t it.”
Meredith heard her friend talking beside her but her mind and everything about her remained centered on Jimmy’s prick.
“Enough of that, bitch!” jimmy pulled away from her. “Get your white ass out of them clothes, let’s see what you’ve got for me.”
Abigail came forward to suck his cock while Jimmy watched her friend. Meredith stood up from her seat. Like someone in a dream she stripped out of her clothes and stood there in her panties and bra. Jimmy ripped her bra off her and pulled her body towards him. His cock fell out of Abby’s mouth as he made Meredith bend over on the bed. His hands spread her ass cheeks revealing her wet pussy slit and anus. Jimmy bent down and proceeded to eat her raw. Meredith felt as if she’d just been goosed. Her head fell forward on the bed and she moaned through her teeth as Jimmy’s tongue found the tiny bud that was her clitoris and flicked on it.
He stood up and positioned himself behind her. His cock rubbed against her pussy’s entrance.
“Aaaaggghhh! Ohhhh ... shit! Shit! Oh my God, your black cock’s filling me!”
She exclaimed as she took the full thrust of Jimmy’s cock inside her. He held her by the waistline and further impaled her. He fucked her slow and steady. He enjoyed the sight above her ass cheeks of his prick sliding into her cunt; her ass was quite firm with stretch marks around her waistline. As he fucked her, Abigail made him spread his legs. She ducked her head underneath and laboured her mouth on his balls while he went on screwing her best friend.
The wet pull of Abigail’s lips and tongue kissing his balls and ass cheeks was too much for Jimmy to take. He pulled out of Meredith and made her lie on her back. He brought Abigail to be on top of her.
“You ladies go ahead and play with each other while I get busy back here!” Jimmy snarled at him.
Both women fondled and kissed each other’s, both of them swimming in the delirium of their sensuous pleasure. Jimmy plugged his cock into Abigail’s pussy and gave her some hard and swift pounding. Done with her, he pushed her forward to get at Meredith beneath. His cock found her pussy’s entrance with ease and he pushed on through. He leaned forward over Abigail’s backside; he pistoned his shaft deep into her. He reached a hand backward and dexterously fingered Abigail’s pussy with his index finger while he kept on fucking her friend. Both women now were moaning simultaneously like crazy. The moment was upon Jimmy before he even realised it: he felt his balls tightening followed by an explosion of mounting pain in his prick. He groaned as he pulled out of Meredith’s cunt just in time and sprayed his ejaculate on her crotch as well as over Abigail’s buttocks.
***
Returning to the TP office building and after one or two phone calls later and Saul finally got wind as to the whereabouts of Josh Owens. He’d gone through the TP Sales Representative’s directory, but even that hadn’t been easy. It was like trying to break into a bank vault. A good thing that he was a high-scoring rep with thirty points to his record. He saw that it was a score he shared with two other of his fellow sales reps; no one had broken to the top hundred. Josh Owens was a couple points down from his. He’d gotten access to his record with his phone number listed on it and given him a call. He was at the moment taking a break from having signed up a couple on the city’s east side. He was driving towards the office and would be with him in the next half hour. Saul went to the building’s cafeteria, having nothing else to do, and bought himself a cup of coffee and waited. He called his wife but Jessie’s phone put him on voicemail. He felt bad that he was earning an income and she was still clueless about it. This evening after dinner he would spill everything out for her, damn what she might think.
It was forty minutes past the half hour Josh Owens was supposed to arrive when Saul’s phone started ringing. Josh told him he was across the street at a restaurant. Saul dropped his finished coffee cup and went across the street to meet with him. They shook hands, exchanged pleasantries and while Josh waited for his meal to arrive, Saul got straight to the point.
He’d practised his lie well enough: he’d gone to sign up some married woman earlier today but had found his, Josh’s card with her. Out of curiosity he’d like to know how Josh got to her. He gave him the woman’s name: Ashley Micklen. The name didn’t ring any bells with him. It wasn’t until he searched through his pocket diary for his growing list of clients that he then remembered.
“Oh yeah, Micklen, yeah, I do remember her,” Josh put away his diary as his meal arrived. “Although she wasn’t the paying costumer - her friend was.”
This caught Saul’s attention. “What do you mean ‘her friend’?”
“It means that Ashley, the woman you’re asking about, wasn’t alone that day. Her friend who came along with her practically did all the talking; when it came to the paperwork, Ashley did her part. Her friend was gorgeous too, I tell you.”
“This friend of hers, what did she look like?”
Josh took his time recalling the friend’s features. As he went into describing her, a look of horror seemed to come on Saul’s face. He didn’t wait for his colleague to finish. He gave an excuse and tore out of the restaurant. Josh was just as well piqued by his behaviour but the thought left his mind as he sat forward to enjoy his meal.
Saul got to where he’d parked his vehicle and got in and drove off. The image of the Ashley’s friend played before his eyes as he realised whom his colleague had described.
Jessie Mellors, his wife.