Chapter Eleven
Jessie Mellors arrived home at 06:47p.m., Saul checked his watch to note the time, as if that meant anything. His wife entered the house and called out his name. She heard him call out from the kitchen. She went in there and saw him busy making dinner.
“I’ve got a surprise for you and thought I’d make us something special today,” he said to her after checking the soup. “I tried your number but it got me into voice mail.”
She came over and kissed him. “I’m sorry about that, darling. There was a meeting and it seemed not to end. I didn’t even make it to lunch.”
“That’s too bad. Why don’t you go upstairs and shower so we can get a bite.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.” She went towards the kitchen doorway then stopped and turned. “What’s the surprise thing anyway?”
He winked at her, smiling. “It won’t be a surprise if I tell it to you right now, now would it? Don’t worry, you’ll know in due time.” He turned back to what he had cooking on the fire.
Jessie looked at his back quizzically then turned around and left him alone. Saul listened to the sound of her feet climbing up the stairs. His heart was drumming; he prayed the night wouldn’t bring as much surprised as he might expect.
Nearly an hour later everything was laid out on the dining table. Saul slotted a jazz CD in the stereo. Jessie wore one of his long-sleeve shirts with the arms folded and a pair of shorts. Saul pulled her chair for her and went to the fridge to get out a bottle of Champagne he’d gone out and bought before he returned home. Jessie looked surprised but made no comment. They made idle conversation as they ate dinner. When they were finished, Saul told Jessie to bring along her wine glass and they went to sit on the long couch and faced each other while the jazz music kept on playing. The setting was romantic.
“I promised letting you in on a surprise, and I’m going to right now.”
Jessie waited for her husband to speak. Saul held his words for a second or two before speaking again.
“I’ve gotten a job,” he announced.
He’d expected some form of surprise and happiness to light up his wife’s eyes. Jessie did smile at him when he mentioned it, but to him it seemed deflated.
“Congratulations, darling. I’m very happy for you. What’s it about?”
For answer, Saul reached into his back pocket. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. He took out one of his Tongue Patrol business card and gave it to her. Jessie looked at it; her eyes and the cool manner she looked at the card told Saul all he needed to know. Seconds later she looked up at him. Their eyes held each other in their gaze. They were both naked before each other now.
“That card isn’t mine,” he clarified. “I found that in your table drawer. I had enough time to go through the bedroom before you returned home from work.”
She looked away from him. Her lips muttered a sigh. The card dangled between her fingers.
“How did you find out?”
“Ralph Micklen called me earlier. He found a similar card in Ashley’s handbag and wanted if I could help him find out about it.”
“Does Ralph know about your new work?”
Saul shook his head. “He doesn’t have a clue, and I’m happy about that. The question I’d like to know is how long have you known?”
Jessie didn’t say anything at first. She seemed scared to meet his gaze. Saul reassured her and held up her chin.
“Just tell me everything, honey. I promise I won’t get mad.”
“You promise?”
He nodded.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She sniffled and raised a hand to her face to wipe the tears off. A few seconds passed before she spoke.
“I knew from the moment you received the package in the mail box because I was the one that sent it to you,” she said. “To tell the truth, I never knew about that Tongue Patrol company until Ashley mentioned it to me. All those months Ralph had been ignoring her, one afternoon while we had lunch, she told me about this stud - her word for him - whom she’d met at a friend’s party. They got to talking and he gave her his business card, and a few days later they hooked up. She looked so different when she talked about him. She said it was all sex and nothing more. I spoke with him and he too said that’s all they’re into.”
“This stud, what’s his name?”
“Calvin.”
Saul thought for a moment. So far he assumed he was familiar with the Tongue Patrol rooster of black studs, but he hadn’t actually met all of them. His job didn’t detail that he should: his was to supply the pussy while theirs was to take care of it however way they can.
“You watched them fuck?”
His question wasn’t meant to come out that way but he said it before he had time to watch his words. He wanted to know as much about what his wife and their neighbour’s wife had been up to all this while.
Jessie nodded; her eyes looked away from him while she spoke.
“Ashley and I were having lunch one afternoon when Calvin showed up. I didn’t realise Ashley had invited him. She asked that I come along to see for myself, ‘cause I was afraid that she was going to end things with Ralph and wanted to try and talk her out of it. We drove to some motel and ... I watched them fuck.” She lowered her voice when she said this last statement.
Saul was silent. He fought with his emotions, not knowing what to do. His prick was stirring in his shorts. He didn’t want to go any further, but still he was curious to know everything.
“How did they fuck? What was the sex like?”
Jessie sighed. “Oh please, darling, don’t ask me that.”
“Tell me.”
She looked up at him. A momentary flash of anger came to her eyes. “You want to know, then I’ll tell you: it was the craziest sex I’d ever seen. The both fucked like wild dogs. Or rather, Calvin fucked Ashley over and over again. Even when he was done with her, he came back for her. You ought to have been there to see it.”
The picture brought back the memory of him at his Miles’ B.Q., watching Tibbs fuck Errol’s wife, Edith. That picture went away, replaced by Tibbs screwing Roberta here in his living room. Both occasions he too had been a spectator so he knew just what his wife was talking about. He could feel his cock nodding against his thigh inside his shorts. Still he remained cool about it. The next question he had in mind was one that scared him. He didn’t want to ask it, but knew he had no choice. He had to know.
“Did you ... join in?”
Silence. Then:
“I wanted to. God, I really wanted to. Ashley even called at me to come and join in. Even now I curse myself for not joining in. I got up and ran out of the room. I reckoned if I remained there I might be seriously tempted to join them.”
Jessie swallowed the remaining wine in her glass and resumed wiping tears from her eyes. Saul thought through all what she’d said. He was disappointed at the same time elated that she hadn’t joined her best friend in bed. He found that he wasn’t feeling any anger towards her to being there, only that if she had actually gone through with it he would have loved to be there to watch it happen.
“Ashley and I caught up later,” Jessie continued. “She explained to me how the Tongue Patrol company worked and told me they were looking for guys, mostly married men, to sign up as sales representatives. The figure they were paying looked too good to be true. I did my own investigation, visited the company and found that it was all true. The only person I could think about was you, darling. I didn’t want you sitting at home slaving away with nothing to do. At first I didn’t know how you’d take it. I figured if you’d brought the subject up and talked bad about it, I might have tried to make you change your mind somehow. When you didn’t bring it up, and later when I looked in your library, I realised then that you were considering it.”
“What about you, Jessie. Have you ever considered it?”
She looked at him. “What? What’re you talking about?”
“You know damn what I’m talking about. You left your friend at the motel like you said, but how do I know you and her haven’t actually done it already? How do I know you haven’t gone off to fuck some black stud of your own?”
“If I had gone off to fuck somebody, believe me, I’d have known. I know we’re not like Miles and Lana from across the street - oh yeah, I know all about them and that black guy who regularly fucks the wife. Tibbs, I think his name is - but we don’t have to be like them to really be like them. Have I ever thought of fucking a black man, yes, I have. Time after time I’ve thought about it. But I haven’t. I love you too much to want anything to come between us. Besides,” she brought her hand on his crotch. Saul jumped as she grasped his erection. This produced a smile on her lips. “You’re all the man I ever want.”
“And you’re all the woman I ever need,” replied Saul.
They leaned into each other’s arms and shared a deep passionate kiss.
They seemed to have had enough wine. They cleared the dishes and while they were putting things away in the kitchen, their hands came in contact. They caught each other’s eyes. They dropped what they were doing and fell into each other’s arms; their kiss was fervent as well as passionate.
They made their way up the stairs and into the bedroom somehow while they fought out of their clothes. Jessie pushed her husband down on the bed. She pushed her shorts down her legs before jumping on top of him. She grind her hips and buttocks on his crotch while he reached down between his legs to free his struggling prick out of the prison it was kept inside his pants. Jessie helped unzip him and pushed his cock into her pussy’s entrance. She was riding him before he even had time to catch his breath. She bucked her thighs against his, grabbed the sheets under his head and kept slamming her ass down hard on him. Each time it drove the air off his lungs. He fought to be in control, but realized this was a match he wasn’t going to win. He saw the energetic look in his wife’s eyes, so brutal and crazed but sensuous they gazed at him without actually seeing him. She gasped with each stance her body rocked against him. Saul managed to turn her over to be on top. Jessie locked her legs over his waistline. Saul could barely move. His cock pressed down in her cunt. She grasped his shoulders and urged him to fuck her harder.
“You want that black cock in you, don’t you?” Saul snarled.
“Ohhh yes! Yes!”
Jessie pushed her head back and yelped aloud as her husband smacked his hips down against her. She raked her fingers over his backside; she demanded into his ear to fuck her hard.
“Ohhhh fuck me, honey!” she cried out. “Fuck me like a whore! Get me some black men to come fuck my pussy! I want to be made your slut!”
Saul too was gasping harder. His excitement was getting to its zenith. More and more he fed his cock into his wife’s cunt, loved the wild animal-like cries she made each time he pounded her. He pictured her being fucked by a pair of black men. Men from the Tongue Patrol. He loved her so much; he was going to make her into his slut.
“You want me to get you some black men,” he gasped. “You want some black men to come tear your pussy apart?”
“AWWWHHHHH ... YES! YES, HONEY! ”
“Let them fuck you hard like a slut you are ... while I watch?”
“YES! I WANT YOU TO WATCH! AWWWHHH ... FUCK ME! ”
Harder and harder he pounded his wife’s pussy until the moment came when simultaneously they both climaxed as one. Saul fell on top of his wife then rolled off her. Both their heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.
Silence reigned in the room. It was Jessie who broke it when she turned to her husband.
“Are you serious? You won’t get upset?”
“No, I won’t. As long as you promise me one thing.”
“Anything.” She half sat up on the bed.
“You promise that this isn’t going to change anything about us.”
“I promise. I love you.”
He said he loved her too. She came down on the bed and rested her head on his collar bone.
***
It was the weekend.
Late afternoon, with no sign of rain. Miles Greenwood with his wife Lana strolled across the street towards their neighbour’s compound. There were cars parked in their driveway and from the sidewalk they could hear music coming from their home. They approached their front door and pressed the bell. The door came open seconds later to reveal Saul Mellors.
“Hi there Saul, ol’ boy,” Miles grinned.
“Hey there Miles, glad you and Lana could make it.”
He closed the door and led them into the living room where the sound of music and revelry was coming from. A party was going on with five black men inside dancing with five white women, all dressed in exotic evening clothes. Miles recognised the women there, as they all lived in the neighbourhood; he wasn’t surprised to see that Saul’s wife Jessie was one of them. She was sharing laughter with her next door neighbour Ashley while they danced with their individual men.
“The party’s just beginning, Miles,” said Saul who appeared from behind and gave his neighbours glasses of wine. “The boys are going to hit it big tonight.”
THE END