Chapter Three

Saul and Miles stepped out of the B.Q., building looking like friends who’d just undergone a life-long experience together. Saul though was still dazed by all what he’d just seen back in the house, fighting to make sense of all of it. Miles stood beside him laughing at his predicament. Tibbs came from behind them and said goodbye to them before continuing on with his way. Errol came out with Edith resting against his arm some minutes later. She looked half dazed as they walked away from the B.Q., waving at Miles and Saul as they too went their way. Saul turned to look at his neighbour friend who was still beaming with everything that had just happened.

“Saul, you’re looking like you just sighted a ghost,” he shook with mirth.

“I’m still trying to make sense of all what I just sighted, Miles,” said Saul, still dumb-founded with everything. “What the hell was all that about?”

“Well, what do you think it was about?” his friend threw the question back at him nonchalantly. “Errol made a bet with Tibbs saying he could beat him at poker. The bet was if Errol won, he’d get Tibbs’ ride, but if it went the other way, Tibbs would get to fuck his woman. And as you saw for yourself, Tibbs won. The rest is history.”

“And Errol went with it, just like that? Edith did, too?”

“Hell yeah, they both went with it. It was a bet after all, wasn’t it? I know you had as much fun watching. So too did the fellas. Though just keep what you saw under your hat, okay. I don’t think your woman would approve hearing about it.”

They were slowly walking back towards the front of the main house.

“Did you cum while you were watching?” Miles shot the question at him. Saul couldn’t help but blush; miles once again rocked with laughter. “Nothing to be ashamed of, Saul. A lot of times when Tibbs is fucking Lana upstairs, I cum in my hands too.”

Saul stopped his friend, the look of shock back on his face. “Did you just say you let that black guy, Tibbs, to fuck Lana?”

“Sure,” said Miles. “Not once, and certainly not twice either. Even thought by now you’d know about it.”

“No, Miles, I never knew about you and Lana and Tibbs.”

His friend shrugged. “Oh well, that’s probably my mistake. I’ve been wanting to tell you about it for months but it kept skipping my mind. Even Lana too wanted to let you and Jessie in on it, but I kept telling her I would start with you first. Then came that vacation trip of ours, and I just about forgot about it. Today seemed like the perfect day to break you in on it, and I’m happy you liked the show. The rest of the fellas certainly did.”

“It’s not the first time you’ve involved them in such?”

Miles shook his head. “A lot of them though are still fidgety about it. They want to get involved in it, but just don’t know how. They’re afraid of who might know; pussies is what I call them.”

Saul wanted to ask him more but figured now wasn’t the time. They walked up the short flight of stairs to the front of the house and went in to join the on-going party inside.

***

Saul and Jessie took their leave half an hour later. Jessie was a little smashed and had to depend on Saul to lead her home. His mind went back to the image of Errol leading his wife away from the B.Q., and couldn’t stop imagining if that had been Jessie if he would be carrying her home just as he was right now. They crossed the street and looked across at Errol’s compound. Though the living room lights were off, the light in their bedroom was on. He would have given anything to be up there right now to know what they’re both up to.

They got to their house and Jessie was leaning against him caressing his cheek and nibbling on his ear lobe and laughing crazily while he reached into his pocket for his bunch of keys and found the one that unlocked the front door and together they almost fell inside. He turned around to lock the door but even then found it difficult as Jessie was now pelting him with kisses. She moaned into his ear as she pinned him against the door, her hand grasped his crotch.

“I’m so fucking horny right now,” she slid her tongue between his lips and kissed him. “Take that cock out and fuck me with it, boy!”

The image of what he’d seen at Miles’ B.Q., replayed in his mind, along with that of the Tongue Patrol movie he’d watched earlier in the day as he spurn his wife and pressed her against the wall beside the stairwell. Jessie took down her panties and stuck her butt out against him while Saul fidgeted with shaking hands at unzipping his jeans to whip his hard cock out. He pressed himself against her as he tucked the head of his prick between the fleshy mounds of her buttocks and squeezed it through. Jessie gave a gasping cry as she felt his cock burrow between her tight cunt and enter her. Her hands were still grabbing at the wall while her husband pressed against her and began slamming her against it. They didn’t feel comfortable so she came off the wall and bent forward to hold onto the stairwell. Saul held her waistline with one hand while the other struggled to loosen his belt and top button of his jeans. His body shook all over from the excitement he was caught in. when finally he freed his jeans, he let it all fall down to his thighs and as well pushed his briefs downward too to get as much freedom that he wanted; he pushed his glasses back up his nose as sweat dotted on his face. Jessie was moaning at him.

“Gimme that cock, Saul!” his wife screeched. “Don’t stop fucking me till I tell you to!”

Both hands now at her waistline, Saul grunted successively as he went on pounding his wife from behind. He grabbed at her skirt and pushed it up to her waist. His hand went towards the wall and finding the light switch flicked it on and groaned with excitement at the sight of his wife’s round buttocks staring back at him. The picture of Errol’s wife’s ass came back at him and that spurred him towards hammering her harder than he ever thought he could. Jessie now was moaning like crazy. She reached for the balustrade and held onto it while her husband went on punishing her from behind; she pushed down her cut-out top to caress her tits. Saul had to stop for a moment to catch his breath, felt his wife push her buttocks against his prick, not wanting him to stop at all. She reached behind and slapped his thigh when she thought he was taking too long a break.

“Come on, white boy!” she practically snarled at him. “You going to fuck this bitch’s pussy or what?”

Random thoughts immediately flew at Saul’s mind: white boy ... bitch ... when did Jessie learn to curse like a whore?

But that all melted away as his eyes fell back on her butt cheeks and once again the image of the black man called Tibbs fucking Errol’s wife, Edith, played before his eyes and he resumed fucking his wife again, although not as hard as when he began. He ran his hands over her body; the texture of her skin sent back shockwaves of electricity back at him. God, how he so much loved this woman!

He was still fucking her hard, banging against her with renewed fury, when he felt himself about to cum. He was breathing through his mouth by now and he head fell back and he was staring up at the ceiling and groaning aloud to himself. What happened next, Saul wouldn’t know if it was out of his own making or Jessie’s. At the right moment when he was near firing his trigger, his cock slipped out of his wife and Jessie turned around and fell to her knees before him and took his cock into her mouth and started stroking his shaft for him. Saul couldn’t believe the action as it happened almost like back at Miles’ B.Q., and he let himself go with the tide flood that poured out of his cock and shot right into his wife’s mouth. Jessie gulped his cum as much as she could, some of it spilled off the side of her mouth. Saul shook as if an earthquake was happening right under his feet and had to hold onto the wall beside him to steady himself while his wife went on sucking and stroking his prick of every juicy cum he had to give her.

Jessie still had her mouth stuck with his prick even as gradually it shrank in her mouth. He looked at her, wished he could take a snapshot of this moment with his cock still in her mouth and just savour it always. Jessie gave his cock a last kiss before letting him go the started licking up the bits of his cum that had spilled on her cheek, smiling at him.

“I can’t tell you how hot I’ve been for you all evening,” she murmured as she licked his cum off her finger.

Saul came and sat beside her on the stairwell, his breathing gradually returning to normal. “Why didn’t you mention that earlier? We could have had ourselves a quickie before we left for the party.”

“I could have. I almost wanted to, except then we’d probably have had more than a quickie and not made it to the party anymore.”

Saul considered it. “Yeah, that’s possible. You were looking too sexy tonight.”

“Thank you for noticing,” she reclined her head against his shoulder. “Now how about we take things upstairs and see if we can continue from where we left off.”

“You just read my mind,” Saul grinned.

He clumsily struggled up to his feet, laughed at himself that this was the first time he’d ever fucked his wife while still in his clothes. He nearly tripped on himself and grumpily kicked off his shoes and pushed his jeans and his jockey briefs off his legs. Jessie couldn’t help but laugh. She too pushed down her skirt and panties off her legs and draping their clothes over their shoulders they held hands around their waistline and went up the stairs. Saul reached his hand downward and grasped at his wife’s bottom.

They were both giggling and laughing as they opened the door to their bedroom. Jessie turned on the lights and they both fought their way out of their clothes. Saul stood ready, stroking his cock back to full erection. His wife came and jumped into his arms, kissing him, and together they fell on the bed, both making crazy laughter. They were like teenagers sexing for the first time.

Jessie took his glasses off his face and let it fall off the bed. “You’re not going to be needing this where you’re going, cowboy,” she winked at him.

Saul turned her over and came down on the bed and buried his nose into her quivering pussy. Jessie held her legs up high and pressed his head down. Her lower body shook as she whimpered from his tongue’s workout.

“That’s it, white boy,” she murmured as she sucked in her breath. “Suck this bitch’s pussy! Aauugghhhh ... don’t stop, honey!”

For the next ten minutes as he made her cum with his tongue, Saul didn’t think about stopping at all. Still in his mind’s eye ran scene by scene of the Tongue Patrol movie ... of Tibbs fucking Edith ...

Except in place of Edith, it was his wife the black man was fucking. He was still replaying this image in his mind when minutes later Jessie’s pussy exploded on his face with her cumming. It was then that he stood up and came up on the bed to give her a taste of his prick once again.

***

Saul probably would have kept on being in bed if it hadn’t been for the sound of the front door bell sounding off repeatedly. He blinked his eyes awake and looked all around him as if thinking he’d woken up in another man’s bedroom. He turned his head to the side and felt reassured when he saw Jessie’s face turned towards his, still asleep. The door bell sounded once again. He muttered something indecipherable to himself as he struggled to get up from the bed, picked up his robe and wore it on. He searched for his bedroom slippers and hobbled around to his wife’s side of the bed to pick up his glasses and wear them on before heading towards the door.

Again came the sound of the bell ringing; if it kept on like this Jessie too would be coming awake wondering whom it was this Saturday morning.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming!” Saul hollered as he trooped down the stairs, past his pair of shoes and went to unlocked the front door.

It was a Fed Ex man standing there holding a white box package for him. The man smiled at him and they shook hands.

“Good morning,” said the Fed Ex man. “I’m here with a package for a Mr. Saul Mellors.”

“Yes, I’m Mellors,” Saul adjusted his glasses on his nose.

“If you’ll just sign here sir,” the man presented him with a clipboard and a pen. Saul signed where the man indicated at and then the man gave him the white box package, said good morning to him once again then turned and walked down his driveway towards his waiting Federal Express van.

Saul stood there and watched the van start up then pull away from his sidewalk, holding the package in his hand. He turned it over and he just about gasped when he turned it over and saw the Tongue Patrol address written on the side. He withdrew back into his house and locked the front door.

“Honey, who was that?” his wife’s voice sounded from upstairs, nearly startling him.

Saul looked up the stairs and said: “No one important, honey. Just some kid from down the street selling cookies. Go on back to bed.”

When he didn’t hear more from her, he took it that she’d taken his advice and sauntered into the living room.

He went into the small room off the side of the living room which served as his library. He sat on his swivel chair and placed the box on the table, pushing the keyboard of his desktop computer to the side. He looked into the side drawers till he found what he was looking for - a Swiss Army knife. He used it in cutting through the box’s seal and when he’d opened it, delved his hand inside and unearthed three similar DVDs, these ones had colourful titles: TP MY HOT WIFE® Vol. 2; ANOTHA TP GANGBANG® #13 ; YOUR WIFE, MY BITCH!® #4. And their front covers too were just as capturing as they were captivating like any porn DVD flick would look. Saul felt his cock nodding in agreement.

He stopped first and listened in case Jessie decided now the best time to troop downstairs. Not hearing anything, he threw the DVDs inside the bottom drawer but removed the disc from the gangbang episode and locked the other ones in the drawer and hid the package box beside his desk. He booted on his computer and when it came up, inserted the disc inside the movie slot and once again checked to make sure Jessie wasn’t lurking around. He pressed the PLAY button and reduced the volume just as the movie came up; his heart was beating frantically inside his chest.

The picture came on and as the title came up, so too did the credits. Saul read out the wives’ names - there were five of them in the flick; the brothers were seven. Each scene came with a plot line: first wife was a pregnant slut who had just moved into a new house with her husband. They called up a moving company and four black men were busy moving their things into the house with the hubby ordering them around like a lord of the manor. The black men revolted, pissed at husband’s high-handedness and tied him up and stripped him naked and sat him down to watch as they had their way with his wife. The wife tried fighting them off but as the scene went on, she began enjoying what the brothers were doing to her and began fucking them in return. Each of them took her every which way: fucked her pussy and anus and then DP’ed her too before each then came inside her cunt.

Saul watched the movie clip with one hand on the cursor and the other squeezing his crotch. His ears were attentive to any foreign sound that could only belong to his wife. He kept fast-forwarding the scene, arriving at the end sooner than expected. He allowed himself to breeze through the second scene - a wife and her husband are in a bar celebrating. Seated at a corner are three black men watching them. Somehow the husband decides on a game of snooker and the brothers wager a large bet. The hubby loses the game, can’t come up with the amount, and decides instead to stake his wife. The brother clear the snooker board and have fun screwing the wife each way to Sunday, and like the former scene, they all cum inside the woman’s pussy and drag the husband over to lick their cum off her cunt and then their cucks too. Saul didn’t believe he was salivating from watching the husband being ridiculed and probably would have continued watching the disc hadn’t he heard Jessie calling out his name.

A few seconds was all it took for him to close the video, eject the disc and then shut down the system. He got up from the chair and had just hidden the disc inside his robe pocket when Jessie appeared in the living room doorway; she was holding his shoes from last night in her hands.

“There you are. Morning, honey. Was wondering when you were going to put these away,” she said.

“Oh, I was going to,” he came over and kissed her. “Just needed to check on something online first.” He took his shoes from her. “Did you have a lovely sleep?”

“Did I?” she smiled and gave him a lingering kiss. “You were like an animal last night. I was even wondering what got you all fired up that way.”

He laughed. “Nobody but you, my love. You should know that by now.”

“I wish we could be fucking like that every night,” she mused as they went out of the living room and in the direction of the kitchen.

“Oh, you would. I even have to ask you since when you started mouthing off the way you did last night.”

She turned to look at him. “Really? Was I mouthing off?”

“Not mouthing off, per say. But the words that came flying out of your mouth, sounded like stuff a two-Dollar hooker would say. It took me by surprise.”

“I’m glad it did. That’s what we hookers are good for,” she added.

Saul sat by the table while she filled a kettle with water and set it on the stove to heat up and went about fixing them breakfast. Bright sunlight streamed through the right window. From here they had a good view of the Micklen’s compound though couldn’t tell what was happening there. Hard to tell if Ralph was indoors or had once again left his wife, Ashley home alone with their little baby; how she spent her time all alone with herself in that house Saul couldn’t understand. He excused himself and went out to the front door to get the newspaper lying beside his doorstep. He stepped back into the house and tip-toed into his library to return the disc in his robe pocket back into the drawer and locked it up then returned to the kitchen where a hot cup of coffee awaited him.

“Got you got planned for today?” Jessie asked him as she blew into her cup of herbal tea before taking a sip of it.

“Don’t know right now,” he scratched an itch off his nose at the same time pushed his glasses up his nose. “Maybe look around the house and see if there’s something that needs fixing. Later surf the ‘net and see if I’ve gotten any responses in my mail box.”

He stopped in his tracks as the image of the Tongue Patrol form that he’d gotten yesterday came to his mind. He’d been wondering if to open up to Jessie about it, but thought it wise he wait till after the interview on Monday. No use screaming about it now when he knew less about what his job is meant to be about. It still preyed on his mind to wonder how such a company ever thought about getting in touch with him and sending him all such outrageous packages when he never could recall ever sending his resume off to them much less heard about them before. That was another thing he very much had to do today whenever Jessie was out of the house: he would go online and try to read up more about them. Obviously they were into sex, he got that part easily, but he would be damned if they needed him to act in any of their movies. He wouldn’t mind giving them his neighbour Miles’ phone number if ever that’s what they have in mind.

“Honey, you know I like nothing but to get you out of the house every now and then,” his wife said to him. “It hurts me seeing you getting coped indoors much of the time. You need to get yourself some sun.”

“I know that, darling. It’s only for a short period. Something’s bound to turn up soon.”

“I know something will,” she said, still unmindful of his optimism. “I know that soon things are going to change for you. I just don’t want to see you being weighted down all the time. Why don’t you go across the street and pay your friend Miles a visit. He’d probably be surprised to see you after last night’s party.”

“Oh yeah, last night,” Saul said to himself as he brought his coffee to his lips and drank from it. He still carried in his head event of last night at his neighbour’s B.Q. He wondered how Errol would be taking things thing morning. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I should pay him a visit this morning.”

Saul decided he would do just that.

More than an hour later he’d showered and waited for his wife to head over to the Micklen compound, after which he’d hurriedly ran through the second Tongue Patrol DVD disc before locking up and heading for the front door. He stood by his driveway and looked across and there was his neighbour, Miles, conversing with the woman who’d just moved into their street, Roberta. He made like he was picking dead leaves off his driveway when he looked up and saw her head back to her house which was next door to Miles; she looked at his direction and smiled and waved at Saul. He returned her wave back with one of his.

Miles was expecting him as he crossed the street to approach his compound. They met at Miles’ driveway and shook hands and said good morning to each other.

“You ran into the new neighbour too?” Miles asked him as both of them stared at Roberta as she walked down the street and turned into her compound. She was wearing a tank top and joggers pants that brought out her figure as both men stood there admiring her frame.

“Oh, yeah. She came by knocking at door yesterday after I’d left you and Lana at the supermarket. You and her talk much?”

“Nah. Just said she’s the new neighbour and wanted to introduce herself. For a divorced woman, she looks pretty hot.”

“Wonder what her former man did to make them split,” he mused.

“That’s easy,” Miles sniggered. “He probably wasn’t fucking her right.”

Saul looked at his friend, sharing his laughter. “You’ve got a real dirty mind, Miles.”

“You’d better believe it. Let’s hope she’s the friendly sort. I’d like to invite her over to our next party and hopefully introduce Tibbs to her.”

Saul had nothing to say to that. His mind went to that job form. He had before leaving the house giving it a look-over, having filled it. He couldn’t wait for Monday to arrive to know what lay waiting for him.