Chapter Two
Saul was a cool pal to be around with. He and his wife, Jessie, were friendly with their neighbours and he had an easy-going rapport with most of them on his street. There was Miles Greenwood and his hot-looking wife, Lana who were across the street from them. Errol Tangier, a fifty-year old former construction builder, now a retiree who was married to Edith, a busty blonde who formerly worked as a stripper before hooking up with Errol, who were two houses down from theirs. He shared his left picket fence with them. Then there was Ralph Micklen and his wife, Ashley, who shared their right fence with them. Ralph was a stock broker who seemed to spend much time in the city than at home. Hardly did anyone get to see him except maybe on weekends, preferably Sundays. They had a son who’d left for college. Jessie was friends with his wife, Ashley, and during weekends the two of them took turns entertaining each other at their respective homes.
Returning home from the super-market with the grocery bags in his hands, he looked across from the front of his compound and saw a U-Haul truck parked in front of a house right next to the Greenwoods. The house had been placed in the market for some months now; looks like they were having a new set of neighbours. At that moment his noticed someone step out the front door of the Greenwoods’ residence - it was Miles. He smiled and waved at him; Saul had his hands full and could only nod his head in acknowledgement before walking towards his front door.
He was in the kitchen putting away the items he’d bought in the fridge when he heard his door bell ring. He yelled out that he was coming and closed the door of the fridge and went to see who it was.
He opened the door, expecting it to be Miles, dropping by to say hello once again, and caught himself when he saw the brunette woman standing by his doorway in a pair of shorts and white polo shirt, looking like she just returned from a tennis lesson. She had large pair of dark eyes that seemed to carry the weight of her perfect smile.
“Hi,” she said to him. “My name’s Roberta, though you may call me Robbie,” she stuck her hand at him. “I’m your new neighbour.”
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Later that evening, Jessie was checking herself on the mirror handing on the passageway. She was wearing a pair of ear-rings Saul had bought for her last December; the ear-rings went well with her evening top and the jeans she had on. There was the sound of a toilet flushing and then the bathroom door next to her came open and out came Saul, adjusting his belt buckle and shirt. He appraised his wife’s feature from behind, loved the outline of the skirt against her hips and the cut-out dress she wore. She caught him staring from the mirror and smiled at him.
“Do you see anything you like, darling?” she asked.
“Very much I do,” he approached her and slapped her bottom. “I see a lot her that I really, really like.”
“Maybe later if you’re a good boy, I could give you some.” She turned from the mirror and kissed him. “How do I look?”
“Gorgeous,” he said. “I’m almost jealous. We should stay at home.”
“Miles won’t like that,” she told him. “Besides, you already promised we were going to see him, so stop being a kill-joy and lead the way, trooper.”
Down the stairs they went, turning off the lights as they did.
“So, this new neighbour of ours,” Jessie enquired, “you say she isn’t married?”
“Was married until a few months ago,” said Saul as he went into the living room to turn off the lights. “Her and her former husband struck gold when they started a healthy clinic consultancy firm, until she found out about his philandering, so she called it quits.”
“She came over here to introduce herself?”
“Yes, she did. She’s been visiting almost everybody on the street.” He finished turning off all the lights except the one at the central passage which he left on. He opened the door and he and Jessie stepped out into the cool evening. “My guess is she doesn’t want to appear a stranger too quickly.”
“Maybe tomorrow I’ll see if Ashley and I can drop by to pay her a visit,” said Jessie. “Properly welcome her into the neighbourhood. What do you think?”
“I think that will be a lovely idea,” he kissed his wife as they made their way towards their neighbour’s home.
There were numerous cars parked within their neighbour’s driveway and along the sidewalk in front of their home and even as Saul and Jessie approached their compound they could distinctly hear music and revelry coming from the house. They pressed the door bell and seconds later Miles answered the door holding a wine glass in one hand and a cigar in the other. He welcomed Saul and Jessie to his home. Several of their neighbours were there as well, everyone talking, laughing and partying in the main living room. Lana came out of nowhere and greeted them then separated Jessie from Saul, said that they had women stuff to discuss.
Miles pulled Saul along and they went to a different part of the room where several of Miles’ friends were busy playing poker. Saul shook hands with several of them. There was a black man seated at the table concentrating hard on his cards; Miles introduced him to Saul as Tibbs. Tibbs winked at him and returned to the cards in his hand. He was playing against three of their neighbours, one of them being Errol. The grim look on his face told Saul that he wasn’t having a fun time at all. What caught Saul’s attention was that unlike most card games, there wasn’t any pile of money on the table. He should have enquired about that but instead watched as the game unfolded, laughing when someone cracked a humour to ease the tension of the players. The third man at the table - his name was Dave Shepsi, and he lived around the next block from them - was the first to fold. He got up from the table with his drink in his hand; the others congratulated that he had dropped before things went any further.
The game went on. In the end, Errol was the biter loser. The black man called Tibbs got up from the table grinning at everyone.
“Now if you gentlemen will all excuse me,” he said to everyone as he cleared from the table and left the room.
Errol remained where he was at the table, holding his head in his hands. Some of the men tapped his shoulder, told him not to take things seriously. Saul watched as each other the men quietly left the room. He wanted to say something to Errol, wanted to ask what they had betted on, but the dismal look on his neighbour’s face told him not to. Instead he made like the other men and left him alone in the room.
He’d finished his glass of wine and went in the direction of the kitchen to see about a refill, but also to look for Miles. Aside from being invited over to his home, Saul’s main reason for coming was to tell Miles about the profound package he’d gotten in the mail that morning and if possible seek his advice. Miles was a far more outgoing type of fellow than he was. There was a lot of talk about the sort of stuff he and Lana were often suspected to canoodle in. as far as he’d known them, he was yet to find or meet evidence of such ... but that didn’t stop him from suspecting they both weren’t into something ... kinky.
He found a bottle of Chardonnay in the wall-to-wall fridge in the kitchen and poured himself a good measure and was about leaving when he bumped into Dave Shepsi. He had an excited look on his face and he looked somewhat glad to have met a familiar face.
“Hey there, Dave, pardon me, you seen Miles around?”
“No, but I’ve got something you’d probably like to see,” Dave spoke conspiratorially to him at the same time took hold of his arm and pulled him along. “Come on, Saul, you ought to really see this. Stuff is crazy, I tell you.”
“What crazy stuff?” he asked, seeing that Dave was leading him out the front door away from the party; he took one last look over his shoulder at the crowd in the living room just before Dave pushed open the front door and they stepped outside. They took a right turn off the front porch and went round the back towards the direction of the Boys Quarter building. Saul kept enquiring what Dave wanted him to see but his neighbour’s words were sort of disjointed on account of his excitement.
“Oh boy! Oh boy, you’re going to love seeing this, Saul,” he barked harsh laughter. “I never thought Errol would go for it, but the son of a bitch actually did. Miles ... what a crazy bloke Miles is.”
“The hell are you talking about, Dave?”
By the time they were at the B.Q., building and walking past a narrow pathway along the side, past a window from which light came from. Saul made out some people inside the room but the curtains behind window blurred the picture for him. They came around the bend to the front of the B.Q., and Dave knocked at the door, then turned to Saul and indicated to him to hush. There was the sound of a lock turning and then the door came open half an inch for someone at the other side to appraise them before pushing the door open. It was Miles standing there like the apparent host.
“Hiya, Saul,” he smiled still with a cigar in his hand as he closed the door behind them. “Sorry about the secrecy thing, but I told Dave here to fetch you over. Didn’t want others around to know.” He beckoned for them to follow him, except Dave was already leading the way down a short corridor and then he opened a door at the other end and stepped inside.
“The hell sort of cloak and dagger stuff you got going on here, Miles?” asked Saul just as they arrived at the door. From within, he thought he could hear the sounds of people cheering.
“Wait till you see, and maybe you’ll know,” said his friend as he opened the door for Saul to step in first.
The room was bare except for the king-sized bed that occupied the centre of the room and the group of men hovered around it, most of them sporting beer cans and glasses in their hands, some talking almost simultaneously. It wasn’t until Saul approached the bed and he saw what they were all staring at that he realised what was going on, and he gasped at the sight of the two cavorting bodies on the bed, one a black male pressing himself upon a white female. He adjusted his glasses on his nose and he gasped once again with numbing shock as he recognised whom the two persons were. The black man was the one called Tibbs, whom earlier had won Errol at the card game, and the white woman under him ... My God, that was Errol’s wife, Edith!
Saul couldn’t believe what he was seeing and the astounded look on his face got a fresh set of laughs from most of the men who stood beside him. Some nudged at the same time took snide pokes at him, Dave being one of them.
“Will you lookit Saul turn red-”
“-don’t worry about it, Saul, it ain’t your woman!”
More guffaws all around.
“Hyuck! Hyuck! ”
“-ahead, Tibbs! Fuck that bitch’s pussy!”
“-it up! Go on, tear it up! I think she wants it!”
“Damn! Wish he’d drop by my house and fuck my Sally like that!”
“You set it up with him, I’ll bet he’ll make that happen!”
More Hyuck, hyuck, hyuck -type of laughter.
More cheers went around the room as the black man called Tibbs dug his hands under Edith’s butt and he went on pile-driving between her open legs. His buttocks muscles clenched each time he pumped his cock inside her; Edith could do little except wrap her arms around his backside, her wedding ring glinted on her middle finger, howling each time she felt his cock bury itself inside her. He half stood up on the bed. His hands pressed down the underside of her thighs as on and on his fucked her pussy deep. Saul glanced at his cum-coated coat and realised with further shock that he wasn’t wearing anything that resembled a rubber. Miles appeared beside him and clapped a hand on his shoulder, booming with laughter as the action went on.
Saul turned to Miles, amidst the cheering going on around him, and asked: “Was this what they were betting on at the card game?”
Miles took a puff of his cigar and grinned. “Yes, it was. Exciting, ain’t it?”
Saul couldn’t answer to this, instead returned his eyes to the bout of fucking.
Tibbs fell on his back, pulling Edith along; the boys whooped at the sight of her white butt coming onto the black man’s hips. She straddled him and Saul watched her buttocks sink down on his shaft and steadily began riding him. Tibbs grasped her ass cheeks and was pounding his cock into her pussy faster. Edith leaned forward on her arms and couldn’t stop screeching, coupled with the sweet sound of his thighs slapping the underside of her butt.
“Aaaaaggghhhh ... Ohhhhh fuck! Fuck me!”
The sight of her lovely round butt with the sexy tan lines bouncing up and down his black cock, then changing tone and riding him back and forth looked very enticing. Saul looked around the room and almost thought his glasses fell from his nose when he saw that some of the men had unzipped their pants and were at the moment stroking their erection in time with what they were all watching. He too could feel a rise happening in his jeans the more he stood there watching. He was nearly tempted to join the crowd and whip out his cock, but was afraid of the talk that might go around later.
Edith was still riding Tibbs’ prick like she knew nothing else of what was happening in the room around her. Saul came round to the end of the bed to see the animated look on her face while her tits rocked before Tibbs’ face. At that moment Saul thought that she looked kind of like his wife, Jessie, when she rode him. He never thought before now how sexy and beautiful Edith looked. Or maybe it was because of the black man that was right now fucking her.
Then he recalled the Tongue Patrol DVD he’d watched earlier on and that did it for him. Saul found his hands unzipping his fly and pulling out his cock and stroking it. It was an immense relief when he did it; he felt almost as one with the crowd of middle-aged men in the room. He was unconscious of when he started cheering, but before he knew it, he too was calling for Tibbs to fuck the slut hard ... make sure her pussy bleed.
The black man changed position. He wiped sweat off his brow and had Edith on her arms and knees while he hunched over her from behind and went on fucking her pussy that way. Miles took a pillow and placed it under Edith’s face as she was whimpering too loud for the men’s cheering to drown it down. They all took the sight of Tibbs’ black pipe slipping in and out of her cunt; they saw the way he was gasping and groaning and knew it was only a matter of time before he exploded.
“He’s going to cum in her,” one of the men voiced out his thoughts.
“Gosh, I’d love to see him flood the bitch’s cunt!”
“Let’s hope Errol don’t come by to see this!”
“Fuck Errol! He’d probably tell Tibbs to go on ahead.”
More laughter encircled the room.
When the moment came, Tibbs couldn’t hold it back. He squeezed his eyes in exquisite delight and groaned with a lengthy rumble as he unleashed every ounce of cum inside the married slut’s pussy. All the moment knew what was happening and they in turn joined together in muttering a one-voiced ‘Aaaahhhhh’ in compliance with what was taking place on the bed.
Edith now lay flat on the bed, her face pressed against the pillow. She was still whimpering even as Tibbs now lay over her backside, his muscles taut from the release he was giving to her. When he was done, he gave one final sigh and then pulled off from her. Miles and some of the other men, Saul included, hurried to the other side of the bed to take sight of Tibbs’ cum dripping out of pussy’s expanded hole like milk, staining the sheets. Some of the men whipped out the cell phones and took snapshots of it; Saul pushed his glasses up his nose. He was least aware that he was stroking his cock and that he had unknowingly ejaculated in his hand. When he looked around he saw that most of the other men too had done the same. One of them even came up on the bed and emptied his load on Edith’s buttocks while his friends laughed at him.
The show now over, the men started leaving the room. Tibbs sat there by the bed watching them go. Saul remained where he was, undecided if he should join the others and leave or remain where he was; there was just the three of them in the room now. Tibbs looked at him, snorted. Saul felt like making conversation but didn’t know what to say; Edith still lay face down on the bed breathing gently. Tibbs rose up from the bed and approached a chair on his lay his clothes as well as Edith’s clothes too. Tibbs’ body was still covered with sweat but he didn’t mind as he wore on his briefs. He turned towards Saul and broke into laughter.
“You enjoy the show, white boy?” he said to him.
Saul didn’t know what to say - he had never been referred to as ‘white boy’, ever before, though the way Tibbs said it, it didn’t come out sounding like an insult. He simply shrugged.
“Yeah, I’ll bet you enjoyed it,” Tibbs wore on his vest. “Don’t worry. Maybe someday, you and I will play some card game, or maybe something else,” she chortled.
The door came open right then and Miles entered the room with Errol behind him. Miles shook Tibbs’ hand, told him he would be in touch with him later; Errol looked at him for a moment then went to where his wife lay.
It was then that Saul decided it best to take his leave; Miles decided to see him to the door outside.