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 Bringing Up Daughters Part II

   By LuvsItWet

   Copyright @ 2009

   Chapter 24

   "Jesus Christ, man.  What is my wife doing over at your house?  Or maybe
it's something in the Mai Tais that Sandy mixes for her."

   It was Saturday afternoon and Bert had wandered over while I was washing
my company car in the driveway.  His wife was out shopping and mine was
somewhere in the house doing whatever women do on lazy Saturday afternoons.
Jill and the girls were playing in the pool in our backyard.

   "I heard my mother-in-law may have embarrassed Gaile yesterday.  Sorry.
I told Annie not everyone might be as liberal as she is.  I don't think
anything like that will happen again.  I hope Gaile isn't pissed off at
Sandy."

   "Don't know.  Gaile didn't say anything about Annie.  All I know is
she's been like a tiger every Friday for the past month.  I swear, I've had
more sex lately than anytime in the past five years.  She even went down on
me last night, first time since we were going together."

   "She still making you wear a condom?" I asked casually as though to just
keep the conversation going.  But the seed of a plan was forming in my
devious mind.

   "Yeah.  Damn, I hate those things."

   "Why doesn't Gaile go on the Pill?" I was just trying to be supportive
and digging for information at the same time.

   "We're Catholic.  Gaile only uses the rythm method and I use rubbers. 
Sometimes she makes us use both."

   I had a little trouble sorting out the difference between the Pill and
the rubbers in my mind but didn't say anything to Bert.

   "She won't let me touch her when she's having her period.  Then I can
get a little for a week.  Then a dry week because she says it's too
dangerous.  Then I get a little for a week.  Then her period again.  That's
the rythm, a week on, a week off, a week on, a week off.  What pisses me
off is she makes me wear a rubber even during the safe times.  I just don't
understand it."

   I chuckled to myself.  We knew some guys with rythm.  Lots of guys.  A
bit racist maybe, but funny in my own mind.  The plan was forming.

   Sandy and I were in bed later that evening when I told my little sweety
what was on my mind.

   "You think you can get a handle on Gaile's menstrual cycle, babe?"

   "Yeah, probably.  Us gals are pretty open about that little problem in
life.  Why?"

   I relayed what I had learned about the intimate lives of our neighbors.
That Gaile had suddenly become a tiger in bed on Friday's after seeing
Brandon at our house.  About the use of condoms and nothing else and how
much Bert hated them.  About her renewed interest in oral sex on the same
day that she was embarrassed by an apparent oral act between Annie and
Brandon.

   "Hon, secretly...  maybe even unconsiously, Gaile is getting turned on
by the proximity of a black man.  No matter how much she denies it, even to
herself.  She may be a prejudiced bigot, but deep down inside she is
aroused by Brandon.  I'm sure of it."

   "Knowing her cycle will just help us plan her future sex life." I added.

   Sandy looked at me like she didn't really recognize the alien in her
bed.

   "Who knows?" I said with an evil smile.  "Maybe we can get Bert out of
those raincoats.  And it would be nice if you had someone to car pool to
the club with, wouldn't it?"

   "Oh, my God...  you can't be serious...  you mean...  ?" Sandy squeeled
as she understood my plan.  "That's fucking perfect.  That would serve the
bitch right."

   "She'll know why mom keeps that "nigger" kid.  Let's give her one of her
own to keep.  Oh, honey, I love you."

   Over the next few days, Sandy worked on our little plan for Gaile and
Bert.  She had a long talk with Annie and Jill.  They thought the plan was
brilliant.  Pammy and Tammy were cautioned again to keep a low profile
where our black friends like Tony, Cuch and Brandon were concerned.  Sandy
even had included Brandon's mom in the conspiricy.

   Brandon's mom, DeeDee, didnt' want him to actually father a child yet.
But she was all for using Brandon to tease Gaile.  Get her juices running,
so to speak.  Brandon could get all the white pussy he could handle at home
from his mom.  Or with my little redhead.

   Mid week, I had a couple of cold ones with Bert in our back yard.  He
had been doodling in his front yard and I invited him over.

   "you know Bert, I've been thinking about what you said about condoms.  I
always hated those things too.  Sandy can't take the Pill because it gives
her a rash.  All over.  I had the 'snip job' right after our youngest was
born and it solved that problem forever."

   "Yeah, I've thought about that.  I think Gaile may have even suggested
it.  I just thought we might like kids someday." Bert was wistful.

   "Well, buddy.  That doesn't seem to be very likely if Gaile doesn't want
to get pregnant.  Huh?"

   I didn't want to push too hard.  "Why don't you talk it over with the
little wife.  A friend of ours does vascectomies in his office.  I think he
could probably get your insurance to pay most of the cost."

   "Sure would solve that little rubber problem for you."

   Bert left a little later.  Deep in thought.

   I didn't see my hapless neighbor again until the following Saturday
morning.  I was washing the clunker this time.  Sandy had taken the girls
over to grandma's then she and Gaile were going shopping in Honolulu.  They
had become best friends, suddenly.

   "Christ, she did it again." Bert said.

   "Who?  Did what?"

   "Your wife.  I swear, she must be giving Gaile spanish fly or something.
That woman almost fucked me to death last night.  And it's the dangerous
week.  First time since our honeymoon that I got laid two weeks in a row."

   I knew exactly what had got his wife wound up the day before.  Brandon,
our black teen aged pool boy.  With some coaching from Sandy and his mom,
he had all but let his sizeable equipment hang out for all to see.  His
usual surfer shorts had been replaced by a speedo just a size or two too
small.  He had taken every opportunity to strut his stuff for Gaile.

   "She still keeping you in the galoshes or did she let you run around
bare foot." A little pushing wouldn't hurt.

   "Yeah, we talked about the operation thing, though.  She said it's up to
me."

   "What about kids?"

   "She finally admitted that she doesn't want any children.  I guess we'll
just have to spoil yours."

   The next time I went in for cold Primos, I picked up one of Nick's
cards.

   "I told him you would probably give him a call." I said as I handed the
card to Bert.  I was moving along with my part of the plan.

   Sandy engaged our long legged neighbor lady in several lengthy
discussions about sex and sexy things over the next few weeks.  They even
went shopping for lingerie together.  A real improvement over the Mother
Hubbard bra and panties that she had been wearing to bed for years,
according to Bert.

   Sandy was also keeping a little calender in our master bathroom that had
Gaile's period days circled in red and a line under the day that she should
be ovulating.  Like Sandy, Gaile was as regular as clockwork.

   The next Friday afternoon Gaile even let Brandon put suntan lotion on
her back.  It was the first time she had ever been touched by a black
person.

   I put antiseptic cream on the scratches on Bert's back the next morning.

   A week or so later I took a couple of cold Primos over to Bert and sat
with him while he melted the ice in the ice bag between his legs.  He was a
hurting puppy.

   "It'll throb a little when the Novacaine wears off, but most of the
swelling will go down in a couple of days." I told him jovially.  His
nutsack was nearly as big as the red rubber bottle it was laying on.

   Bert was out of the baby making competition.  Pemanently.  Phase one
complete.

   I suppose I should have felt a little bit guilty about the part I was
playing in our plan.  Bert really was a pretty nice guy and didn't deserve
to be hurt.  It was really his bitch wife that was being set up.  I
justified it to myself by imagining all the great sex Bert would get in the
end.  He just had to bear with us for awhile.  The guy was already getting
more pussy than he ever had in his life and the party hadn't even started
yet.

   Gaile was never going to let Bert make her pregnant anyway.  No harm, no
foul.

   Just before Chrismas, Ngomo came through Hawaii on his way home for the
Holidays.  Supposedly he needed to see me about the research labs and to
see some subcontractors in Australia.  I think he just wanted to spend some
time in the sack with Sandy.  I saw him for a little over an hour.  She
spent three days and nights in his hotel room on Waikiki beach.

   "He wanted me to go to Africa with him." Sandy had brought home a very
wet and swollen little pussy.  I had rendered emergency first aid and was
cuddling her close.  She was exhausted.  I later learned that she had
hardly slept in the the three days she spent with her African warrior.

   "I promised him that I would someday.  But not now.  You and my girls
need me."

   "He understood, I think." She said after a long pause.  She was fading
fast.

   "I'm glad you didn't go with him, baby doll.  I love you too much." As I
kissed the back of her neck, I realized she had dozed off.

   We did go to Africa in the spring.  I had made a couple of short trips
to the mainland and one to Australia just after Christmas.  The equipment
had all been selected and purchased.  They wanted me at the site when the
crates arrived to oversee the receipt inspections.

   The company paid for Sandy to go with me on the Africa trip.  I guess
that since I would be gone almost a month, they thought that was cheaper
than paying for my phone calls back to Hawaii.

   We stayed several days in Washington, DC to meet with Senator Huntington
and his staff and some of the prime contractor big wigs.  The first night
Sandy and I just rested up from the flight but the second night, we
attended a reception at the Senator's mansion in Georgetown.  Very elegant.
Sandy whispered to me that she thought I ought to get into politics.

   Somehow I wasn't surprised when we were welcomed by a radiantly pregnant
Mrs.  Huntington.  She appeared to be about seven months along so she
didn't conceive on their trip to Hawaii but it couldn't have been much
later.  I wondered how they would explain a black baby to the press that
always seemed to hang around politicians.  I didn't doubt for a minute that
the bulge in her waistline could be blamed on Ngomo.

   Again I got the elbow in the ribs.  Sammy had turned two in January and
I wasn't going to be able to stall my little leprachaun much longer.

   "You don't mind if Ngomo monopolizes your wife, do you?"

   It was Aria at my side.  The big black African with all the gold hanging
off him, had found us soon after we arrived.  With just the briefest of
greetings to me, he had whisked Sandy off to show her around the Senator's
house.  I suspected his bedroom was early on the itenerary.

   "Do you really think that's what he's going to do to her?" I whispered
to her with a big grin on my face.

   She blushed.  I was surprised.

   "No.  I'm so glad you understand.  I'm sort of out of the action for
now. My doctor's orders.  Ngomo has been like a penned up bull since he
heard you guys were coming."

   "Sandy is quite taken with him.  I think she's been in heat since we
started making plans for the trip." I replied.

   Aria had been leading me slowly away from the crowd and toward a wide
circular staircase as we talked.

   "Would you like to watch them?" She asked.

   "Sure, but we don't want to disturb them.  I think Sandy might prefer to
be alone with him right now.  Maybe later."

   "They'll never know, Tim.  This old house has some marvelous features."

   At the top of the stairs was a hall off to both the right and left.  As
Aria guided me down the one to the left she put her finger to her lips to
indicate silence.  She pointed to a closed door and mouthed quietly. 
"They're in there."

   The next door on that side of the hall opened to what I suposed had been
a linen closet at one time.  Now it was just a small narrow carpeted room
with a comfortable overstuffed chair facing a floor to ceiling drape on one
wall.

   With her finger to her lips again, Aria gestured for me to take the
chair.  She then sat down in my lap.  She flipped a switch on the wall
behind me and the room was plunged into darkness.  But not for long.  The
drapes quietly opened, letting in light from the adjacent room.

   "They can't see us." Aria whispered in my ear.

   But we sure could see them.  Actually we could see most of Ngomo's
backside and only Sandy's arms and nylon clad legs.  She hadn't even slowed
down to take her black pumps off.

   Anticipation had apparently been enough foreplay for the couple on the
other side of the mirror.  Sandy's little black dress, bought specially in
Hawaii for this reception, lay in a crumpled heap just inside the door. 
Ngomo's kaftan was carelessly thrown over a chair.

   I had watched Sandy get dressed for the party so I knew she hadn't worn
a bra or panties.  The dress had its own built in cups that held her
cleavage up on display.  Her panties had left a line so she had left them
in the hotel room.

   Sandy told me later she found out that night that Ngomo never wore
anything under his tribal kaftan.  Very convenient, I liked his dress code.

   The big black African had wasted little time in rutting my wife.

   "Isn't he glorious?"

   "He is.  I can see why you gals fall all over him."

   The lovers in the other room were still.  Ngomo was lieing full length
on Sandy but holding most of his weight on his elbows and knees.  She was
caressing his back and down to his ebony butt cheeks.  They were talking
but we couldn't hear what they were saying.  He was shanked fully up into
the little redhead.  To the hilt.  Just resting.

   "Do you think he's cum already?" I asked quietly.

   "No.  I doubt it.  He likes to soak for a while before he gets into the
serious stuff.  He's fucking her mind right now.  Telling her how beautiful
she is.  How good she feels.  How well they fit together.  How much he has
missed her.  That sort of thing.  He will throb his erection in her now and
then to let her know she is absolutely filled with black cock.  She is
opening up inside for him."

   "When he gets done fucking with her mind, her pussy will just be along
for the ride." She added.

   I had a world class hard on listening to Aria whisper in my ear and
watching the erotic scene through the mirror.  She took pity on me and
shifted so I could straighten it up my belly to be more comfortable.

   "Take it out for me." She said.  "The doctor didn't say anything about
hand jobs or blow jobs." I could see a mischevious grin in the dim light.
Aria eased off my lap and sat sideways between my knees on the floor.

   I opened my trousers and the Senator's wife began dividing her attention
between my crotch and the action on the bed next door.

   After a few minutes we could see the huge black man's buttocks stir. 
Like a locomotive picking up speed out of the station.  First just a pulse,
then a change of shape, then a slight motion.  As his thrusts lengthened we
could almost make out the point of penetration.  The muted light in the
bedroom and the lack of shadow on his dull black skin made detail difficult
to determine.  Once in a while I could see parts of Sandy.  Pink and white
flashes of her tight little butt or the inside of her corded thighs above
the tops of her smokey nylons.

   What we could see well was the jerk and clench of my tiny white wife's
hands and feet.  Each time a thrust struck home, she pulled him to her
breast with her arms.  She seemed to goad him with her heels.  Like a rodeo
rider.  Spurring him on.  She threw a shoe.  Then the other.  One hand on
his neck the other on his ass.  Her ankles soon locked in the small of his
back.  Now we could see part of her back.  She was curled up in a ball as
he bent her double, her nether openings pointed at the ceiling.  He was on
his toes and extended arms.  Every stroke hard and full length.  Straight
down into her.

   I came in Aria's mouth just as Ngomo threw his glistening bald head back
between has shoulders and groaned out his completion into his new woman. 
We could hear him bellow through the soundproofed walls.

   While I rearranged myself to be presentable downstairs, Aria closed the
drapes but didn't turn the light back on.  We stood together in the dark
room.  She put her arms around me and found my lips.  Even with the faint
taste of my semen in her mouth, it wasn't a lover's kiss.  It was a
friendly kiss.

   "You know, he's going to breed her soon." She said.  It wasn't a
question.
   To be continued...  Comments?  luvsitwet_99@yahoo.com