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 Bringing Up Daughters Part II

   By LuvsItWet

   Copyright @ 2009

   Chapter 10

   When Nick led me through the main entry foyer of what appeared to be a
private club, I was suitably impressed.  It was more like a private home
but larger.  Single story, surrounded by shrubbery, shiplap siding painted
flat grey.  Lots of tiki torches cast a yellow smokey glow.  Windows draped
from the inside.  If it weren't for the sprawling size, it would fit into
any nice neighborhood in Honolulu.

   We were met by a striking Eurasian hostess.  She greeted Nick as "Dr. 
Wilson" and turned to me.  "You must be Sandra's husband Timothy.  I'm
Catherine, call on me for anything.  I hope your evening with us is
pleasant " I hadn't heard my wife referred to by her given name in a long
time and not even my mother called me "Timothy".  All very formal.

   She led Nick and me into a side room with a small bar.  Maybe ten
stools. A young oriental bartender quickly took our order as I looked
around.  There were two white middle aged men sitting together and a very
young looking, maybe even teen-aged, white girl sitting with a black middle
aged man at the end of the bar.  No sign of Tony and our wives.

   Catherine left us with a menu, saying our table would be ready soon and
that she would come and get us for dinner.

   I was fascinated by the couple at the bar.  The girl was all over the
black guy.  One of her hands was very busy in his lap but he seemed to
ignore her until she gently turned his face to her and met his lips with
her open mouth.  He was just running his hand up the girls little skirt
when the hostess interrupted them to lead them to their table.  When she
slipped off her stool with her half finished drink in hand, I could see she
was probably younger than my first guess.  Probably no older than thirteen.

   We were on our second drink when Catherine led us to our table.  The two
guys at the bar were still in deep conversation.  Still no Tony or wives.
Nick seemed to take it in stride.  We were led to a corner table in a
small, very well appointed dining room.  A table for two.  I was starting
to be very concerned about how this evening was shaping up.

   "This is the quietest of the dining rooms." Nick said when he saw me
starting to get uncomfortable.  I looked around and saw three other white
guys sitting together at a table across from us.  They were about my age
and dressed in Hawaiian business suits.  The couple from the bar were in
the opposite corner behind me.  "Tony thought it would be a good idea for
you and I to have some time together before we join the main party."

   "Tim, this is a very private club and you are lucky enough to be offered
a membership.  I have only been a member for less than a year and it is the
greatest thing that has ever happened to me.  Some very influential people
here in the islands also belong.  In addition to my Navy medical practice,
I now have a thriving private practice as a direct result of my membership
here.  There just aren't enough hours in the day for me to see all the
patients I could have."

   "Several of the members here are in the medical field and we would like
for you to join us.  We need good staff.  Of course, we wouldn't be
together here tonight if you didn't enjoy letting your wife have affairs
with black men.  That is the purpose of the club, sex between black men and
white women.  And Sandy would be a welcome addition.  She is your ticket to
admission but there are some very lucrative side benefits for you and your
family."

   I was stunned.  That this was a club with a liberal agenda was apparent.
I had seen about thirty people since we arrived and every couple had been
interracially mixed.  A black man with a white woman.  There were several
caucasian men alone or in groups of two or three.  The hostess and
bartender were the only others I had seen so far.

   "The club was formed before World War II as a place for wives to meet
descretely with lovers while their husbands were out at sea.  It slowly
evolved into a club exclusively for white wives, their black lovers and the
appoving white husbands.  There are well over a hundred couples now active
and probably five times that many that are inactive for one reason or
another.  Transfers, travel, age, pregnancy, health.  That sort of thing."

   "What has also developed over the years is sort of a sub club, a
club-within-a-club if you will.  While waiting for their wives to have all
the black men they want, the husbands have made some very profitable
connections.  One of the things that has emerged is a very profitable
investment club.  Another is a hospital and three medical clinics, that's
where you and I come in.  We also own a considerable amount of real estate,
the condo where we met tonight is one of our holdings.  Another is a
private travel club, complete with a small resort on our own private island
down south of here.  There are some other minor involvements that you will
probably learn about eventually."

   "I don't know what to say." I said, in lieu of having anything to say.
My mind was in a whirl.

   "I was the same way.  You don't have to say anything tonight.  Just have
a good time.  You can talk it over with Sandy later and let Tony know your
decision.  He'll get your answer to the right people."

   While all these truths of life were being revealed to me, we had been
served a gourmet meal.  I don't even remember what it was.  I probably
didn't even taste what I chewed and swallowed.  I did notice that the
waitress was a young blond.  Pretty.  Probably fifteen or sixteen and
obviously several months pregnant.

   "The benefits of the club are pretty obvious.  You get a steady job to
supplement your Navy service that pays a lot of money.  Your wife gets to
play with any of the black stallions that are members, and you have a very
nice environment to spend some fun evenings.  If you decide to not
re-enlist, your medical career is garaunteed.  You might even get wealthy
in the bargain."

   As we tarried over a cup of coffee, Nick added.  "And Tim, after
tonight, I doubt seriously if Sandy will resist your full membership.  Tony
is a very good salesman."

   "There are a couple of things that you will be asked to do though.  One
is for you to cough up a fifty thousand dollar initiation fee..."

   I nearly coughed up coffee all over the three guys across the room.  I
couldn't come up with FIVE thousand dollars if my life depended on it, let
alone fifty.  Five hundred would be a stretch for an enlisted guy with
three kids.  The benefits of military service might have been OK but the
pay left a lot to be desired.  Bus drivers in New York made more money. 
There went my chances at fame and fortune and Sandy's future filled with
black cocks.

   "...  but because you bring a very special gift to the club, the board
of directors has agreed to waive that fee."

   "What gift?" Now I was confused.  Sandy and I had barely scraped up
enough to pay the car insurance.

   "Your daughters."

   "WHAT?!?!"

   There went the quietest dining room.  Our three companions looked over
at me as though I had loudly broke wind.  Decorum was the word for the day.
I regained mine slowly.

   "Tony has told us about your two oldest daughters and that you have a
third one still in diapers.  The club is in no hurry.  When they are ready,
they will be given very special membership.  All white daughters are
treated in a very special way.  The young lady sitting behind you is the
daughter of members.  You are fortunate to have three daughters.  We only
have one, she will become a special member soon.  Some members don't have
any."

   I was beginning to see more of the reasons for Sandy and I to be wined
and dined in such a lavish style.  Not only would the black club members
get a ravishing little redhead in her twenties, they would also get a crack
at three more little white girls as they became available.

   As I mulled it over for a few seconds, I realized that I didn't have any
objections.  And I was certain that it was just kinky enough to send Sandy
over the moon.

   "What is the other "thing" I'll be asked to do?"

   "Get a vasectomy."

   "NO WAY!?" It was my turn to get a rise out of Nick, he'd certainly
gotten enough of them out of me.

   "You have to, Tim.  All the white husbands in the club must be sterile
and prove it.  Any pregnancies of the wives must be by the black members.
Sex between the husbands and wives is encouraged as well as sex between
husbands and other members wives but no one wants an inadvertant baby by
one of the white husbands.  And that has to be garaunteed by vasectomies of
the white member husbands."

   "I was just pulling your leg, Doc.  I had a vasectomy after our second
daughter, Tammy, was born.  We didn't think we could afford a larger family
and decided to stop with two healthy little girls.  That changed after
Sandy started having other men.  Our third is Sandy's love child by a
boyfriend back in Norfolk.  I encouraged her to get pregnant by him and I
love their daughter as if she were my own."

   "That's good.  It'll make your entry into the club much quicker.  I had
to have the operation and wait two months when we joined.  If you and Sandy
decide to become members of our little group, I'll make an apointment for
you to give a sample.  Just to confirm your sterility."

   "Sounds like fun." I said with a touch of sarcasm.  I remembered jerking
off into the cup not long after my painful office procedure to prove the
lack of little swimmers in my jism.

   "We believe in mixing business with pleasure.  Rhonda likes to draw my
samples for me." Nick said with a wide grin.

   "While we're on the subject, what kind of birth control does Sandy use?"

   "She has her diaphram coated with spermicidal jelly in her now.  If she
isn't near her period she doesn't bother, but she thinks she ovulated
earlier today.  We figured when we left the house that she would be with
Tony later tonight so she's protected."

   "Not ready for a little black baby in the house yet, hmm?  Why doesn't
she use the Pill?"

   "Not ready for any baby.  Our youngest is only ten months old.  Sandy
wants to wait a while before another one.  If there is another one.  She
can't take the Pill.  Gives her a god awful rash.  Hives."

   "If you two join us, I recommend the inter uterine device.  I can fit it
for her, if you want.  The IUD is much less prone to "operator error".  And
not near as messy.  Once in place, she can just forget it."

   It had been nearly an hour and a half since we had entered the club and
still Tony nor our wives had appeared.  I was beginning to wonder if the
whole night would be spent apart from our better halves just to give Tony a
chance to play his games with them.

   After Nick so graciously picked up the tab for drinks and dinner, he led
me back out to the entry foyer.  Off to one side and not visible from the
front door was a large steel door, painted shiney black with a small bronze
plaque that read "Memebers Only".  Nick deftly punched the proper code into
the keypad next to the door.  That was followed quickly by a muted click.

   Behind the security door was a small carpeted anteroom.  A nice looking
white guy, maybe forty, in a tux met us.

   "Good evening Dr.  Wilson.  Was dinner satisfactory?"

   "Yes, it was superb as usual." Nick turned to me.  "I'd like you to meet
Tim Martin.  We are trying to convince him and his beautiful wife Sandy to
join us.  Tim, this is William.  He is our member manager.  You'll probably
meet his lovely wife Doris inside."

   William shook my hand saying.  "I've met Sandy already, Tim.  Beautiful
woman.  I hope you two decide to join."

   I heard the door behind me click shut and then another click.  William
pushed open a heavy door in front of us.  The sound was nearly deafening.
Loud live music with a heavy beat.  Loud voices screaming over the music.
Loud laughter over the voices.

   The smoke hanging in the air was like a dense fog.  You could cut it. 
And it wasn't all cigarette smoke.  I had smoked pot a few time in high
school and knew the smell.  There was a party going on in this room.  A
wild party.

   The room was arranged around a long curved bar.  At one end was a small
dance floor and beyond was a low stage.  A four piece band was playing. 
The other end of the room was a small dining area that had been changed
over to bar tables at this hour.

   WIlliam led us over to a booth at one side of the large room.  There,
finally, was my little redhead.  She obviously had a head start on me.  She
was sitting on a large table in front of Tony, one foot on either side of
him on the booth seat.  Rhonda was sitting next to Tony and another black
guy was sitting next to her.

   William pulled two captains chairs up to the outside of the table for
Nick and me.  Our backs were to the room but the show was in front of us.

   Sandy had her short skirt pulled up around her waist and was
masturbating for Tony while Rhonda kneaded one of my wife's hard little
nipples with one of her manicured hands.  Rhonda's dress was completely
unbuttoned to below the table, showing off her beautiful creamy figure. 
Really nice boobs on the tall blond.  Hard nipples.

   Neither of the women had noticed our arrival but Tony did.  When we were
seated, he pushed Sandy so she was lieing face up on the table, her legs
spread on either side of the big black man.  He stood in the narrow space
between the table and booth seat and reached over the table to shake my
hand.

   "Nice job on the pussy, Tim.  Thanks." He said, referring to my writing
just above Sandy's slit.

   Sandy cocked her head around and noticed I was there next to her.  "Hi,
sweety.  I missed you." She giggled.  Her eyes were dialated and red.  She
couldn't focus on anything.  Her stare seemed to roam.  Sandy had had more
than a couple of cocktails.  Even more than a few tokes on a joint or two.

   As I was bending over to kiss my wife hello, she moaned.  I looked down
over her bare breasts to see Rhonda guiding Tony's bare black cock into my
little redheads now bald pussy.  He was going to fuck her right there.

   I looked up at Tony as he said.  "Glad you finally got here, I don't
think I could have waited much longer." He had one hand on Sandy's hip
pulling her to him and the other arm around Rhonda's shoulder.  He turned
to the side and gave the tall blond a deep tongue kiss.  Rhonda was wasted,
too.

   "Qualuudes." Nick said into my ear.  "Tony likes his girls on ludes when
they party.  It makes them more pliable.  Some of the guys like to give
their women valium but Tony like Qauluudes.  Valium just relaxes them too
much and it's hard to party with them, they sometimes just go to sleep."

   "Is it OK?" I liked Sandy fucking around, I didn't want her fucked up.

   "Yeah, it's fine.  Rhonda likes them.  Even gives one to our daughter
once in a while to calm her down."

   "Oh, and Tim.  This is Raymond." Nick said as he absent mindedly
introduced me to the second black man across the table from us.  Raymond
let Rhonda's nipple drop from his mouth to turn and shake my hand.  His
fingers were wet.  They obviously just came from between the blond's legs.

   I had one hand on my wife's shoulder and could feel Tony's stokes
telegraphed up through her body.  Sandy's eyes were closed and I could tell
she was near orgasm.  Tony's lunges into her strengthened.

   Rhonda's hand was around behind Tony's ass and I glimpsed a flash of
white fingers and red nail polish on his back strokes.  Nick's wife was
gently craddling Tony's large black balls while he fucked my wife.

   Just as Sandy arched into a fetal ball with her legs up around her black
lover and the top of her head against his chest, Tony arched back and
groaned his completion into the air.  They were locked tightly together
while he ejaculated his seminal fluids up into my wife in about five solid
thrusts.  A small crowd had gathered behind Nick and I and we all just
watched in awe.  It was the most animalistic act I had ever witnessed.  I
was proud of Sandy.

   Tony pulled Sandy up and as he sat back down in the booth, she sat
heavily on his lap with her back to her audience.  They were still coupled
while they rested in each others arms.

   Rhonda turned her full attention to Raymond.  They were wrapped up in
each other's arms with their tongues dueling back and forth.  Nick had
scooted his chair around to that end of the table and was holding his
wife's hand that had been behind Tony.

   Several people in the crowd that had gathered patted me on the back and
complimented me on Sandy's choice of black men.

   I had expected Tony to show Sandy off to his friends.  This was way
beyond anything I could have imagined.

   To be continued...  If you like the story, drop me a line. 
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