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 Bringing Up Daughters Part II

   By LuvsItWet

   Copyright @ 2009

   Chapter 25

   We got back to Hawaii from the trip to Zaire in late March.  It had been
a grueling trip.  Sandy and I thought our butts had bonded with the
airplane seats.  We counted it up later and we had been in the air over
eighty hours by the time we got home.

   The hospital in Kinshasa was nearly complete.  The equipment that I had
responsibility for would be installed and tested over the next few months.
I would have to make one more trip later in the year to confirm to our
government that the work had been done right.  Sandy had made quite a hit
with the Minister of Health so I had little doubt that she would be invited
to travel with me again.

   We had had a two day layover in Paris on the way over and a three day
layover in Rome on the way back so we did get to do some sight seeing.  We
didn't stop in Washington on the return trip but Ngomo met us in New York
for a two day layover.

   I didn't have to watch through a one way mirror that night.  I sat in an
easy chair next to the bed and held Sandy's hand as the big African fucked
my wife for over four hours.  Aria was right, he was magnificient.

   There was another thing very unusual about Ngomo.  His cock.  It wasn't
larger than Reggie's or Tony's, although it was a very respectable piece of
equipment.  Besides the row of welts down its top, it was of an unusual
color for a black man.

   Except for a dime sized spot of black around the opening to his
urethera, the first four or five inches of his erect penis was just as pink
as mine.  Ngomo explained that his foreskin had been allowed to grow to his
pinis until he reached puberty.  At that time, his father's youngest wife,
a girl only two or three years older than Ngomo himself, had worked with
him for nearly a month to retract his foreskin.  He said it had been a time
of intense joy and pain.  Through repeated erection, manipulations, and
ejaculations the tender skin had been exposed leaving the discoloration and
a highly sensitized penis.

   Ngomo went on to tell us that he had such a hair trigger because of the
tender scar tissue that he had developed the technique of immediately
encunting his partner then resting and talking to her to avoid premature
ejaculations.  Any heavy foreplay resulted in messy sheets and unhappy
ladies.  The wait and intimate talk was a feature most of his women found
very pleasureable.  He certainly didn't get any complaints from my Sandy.

   Annie, with all three of our girls and little Derek in tow, met us at
the airport.

   Pammy was pushing her little uncle in his stroller and anyone that
didn't know better might mistake her for the mother of the bi-racial baby
boy.  Pammy had been on hormones, in the form of very strong birth control
pills, for about a year and it showed.  Her breasts were nearly as large as
her mother's, a nice tight little C cup, and her hips had widened in that
way that causes women to sway nicely when they walk.  No one would have
guessed her to be eleven going on twelve.

   Tammy wasn't far behind.  She seemed in awe of what was happening to her
body.  We would find her naked, in front of her dresser mirror, fondling
her new breasts like they belonged to someone else.  Her nipples were so
sensitive she could masturbate to orgasm simply by pinching them.  And she
did that a lot.  I was fairly certain that the little gold bead in her
girlish crevice got its share of execise, also.

   At the airport it was easy to see that Pammy and Tammy were braless. 
Sandy had refused to let either of them wear that confining piece of
clothing any more than was absolutely necessary.  The girls had bra tops
for their two piece swimsuits for when strangers were around or we were at
public beaches.  And there were some bras in their lingerie drawers for
special dress-up occassions.

   Sandy had also bought each of them full sets of panties, bras, garter
belts, and stockings.  Complete with boudoir pumps with four inch heels and
ostrich boas.  When our little girls played dress up, they looked like they
could work in the best whorehouse in Amsterdam.

   Annie had worked with both the girls to teach them make-up and nail
care. Body hair had started to be an issue about the time their little
breasts budded out more than just nipples.  Sometime in the previous fall
for Pammy and around the first of the year for Tammy.  We decided not to do
any permanent hair removal for them until they were old enough to make that
decision for themselves.

   Jill met us at the house.  She had passed on the ride to the airport. 
Sandy's baby sister was going into her ninth month carrying Tony's child
and was uncomfortable riding in a car.  She would turn seventeen about the
time her baby was due.

   Tony, Annie, Jill and the Wilsons, including Rene, came over a couple of
nights after we arrived and we put on a slide show of all the photos we had
taken on our trip to Africa.  When the lights came back up, a very pregnant
Jill stood and got everyone's attention.

   "Mom, Sandy, Tim.  Girls.  Friends.  Tony and I would like to invite you
all to our wedding a week from Saturday.  We know it's sudden but Tony has
decided to make an honest woman out of me before the baby's born, and there
isn't very much time." Jill said rubbing her hand over her maternity smock.

   There was a moment of dead silence.  Then pandemonium.  Hugs and kisses.
Handshakes.  Plans.  Were there ever plans!  Annie, mother of the bride,
took over.  She had done all this once, when Sandy got married, so she knew
exactly what to do.  The old gal just had to do several months work in a
few days.

   I had only had a couple of exchanges with Bert, the guy next door, after
the holidays and before we went on our trip.  He had had some travel and I
was either working or on travel.  Gaile had continued the Friday afternoon
drooling sessions with young Brandon and his progressively smaller swim
suit.  By the time Sandy and I left for our Africa trip, our pool boy was
in a posing cup.  Sometimes he would let a bit of his black cock peek out
the top or side.  Gaile was always embarrassed but kept coming back for
more.

   The first Saturday after our return, Bert wandered over while I was
relaxing in the sun with a cold one and catching up on some parts of an
overdue trip report.  It had been nearly three months since he would have
had his second sperm count to confirm he wasn't ejaculating any anymore. 
Twenty squirts is what they had demanded for me to be clear of little
spermies.

   We got caught up on news of his job, my job, a little about the trip and
some about news in the neighborhood.

   I asked him if he was out of the condom problem, yet.  He had hated
those things about as much as I did.

   "Sure am.  Thanks, Tim.  For the first time since we've been married the
sex is getting good between Gaile and me.  I can finally feel her pussy,
skin to skin.  It's great.  And she's letting me have it a lot more often."

   Then he got quiet for a minute.

   "Tim, have you ever thought about Sandy having sex with another man?"

   Bert was embarassed by his question.  I couldn't tell if it was the
subject or talking about it with another man that caused him to look down
at his hands.

   "Sure, Bert.  I think it's a pretty common fantasy for most of us. 
Nothing really wrong with that."

   Bert seemed relieved.  He looked up at me with kind of a sick smile.

   "Ever do anything about it?" He asked.  I could barely hear him even
though he was at the table just next to me.

   This line of conversation wasn't entirely unexpected.  We had been
gently nudging Bert and Gaile in this direction for several months.  Other
demands on our lives had slowed the progress but now that we had the time
to attend to our neighbors sex lives, it was time to move things along a
bit.

   "We have played around a little, Bert.  Why?  You and Gaile thinking
about becoming swingers?"

   "God no.  Don't say a thing to Gaile about this.  She would kill me."

   "Well Bert, now that you're shooting blanks, maybe Sandy would consider
giving you a little roll in the hay.  Should I ask her?"

   "No.  No.  That's not what I meant.  I wasn't trying to do something
with Sandy.  I'm sorry if it sounded like that.  Tim, I'm really sorry."

   "I could put in a good word for you.  Maybe when I'm away on travel.  I
can't gaurantee anything but I know she gets pretty horny." I wasn't giving
Bert any slack.

   "Damn it, Tim.  I don't want to fuck your wife."

   "It sure sounded like it.  What exactly did you have in mind, Bert?"

   " I was thinking more about someone fucking mine...  I think.  I can't
get it out of my mind.  I saw Gaile dancing with one of the single guys at
your Christmas party and I've been nearly obsessed with the way it looked."

   "Who the hell could that have been?" I asked rhetorically.

   We had invited Cuch and Lamar, Tony's buddies, and introduced them as
friends from work.  Lamar was the tall black guy with a cock like a small
pony.  Gaile had found him interesting and he picked up on it.  Bert wasn't
the only one that enjoyed the sight of him dancing with the long legged
strawberry blond.  I thought it was pretty sexy, too.

   Lamar had been back in our backyard a several times later that Bert may
not have known about.  Gaile and Lamar had become quite well acquainted
since the Christmas party.  Although it didn't go any further than friendly
conversation, Gaile was at least becoming comfortable in the presence of
black men.

   I had hired Lamar to do some electrical work for me.  We liked the tiki
torch look in the backyard but I got tired of refilling them all the time
so had Lamar install low level lighting scattered around the deck and out
into the jungle that passed as a lawn.  All the wiring had to be run
underground so he was there for about three weeks.  He and Gaile had had
several meetings but she was still pretty skittish if he got too close to
her.  We had asked Lamar to just be available.

   Lamar was still working on the lighting project when we left for Africa
and Annie or Jill had been house sitting for us and looking after the kids
while we were gone.  Gaile was in and out pretty much the whole time Lamar
was working for us.  If she saw his truck, she invited herself over for
cocktails.  She was getting more comfortable with black men but still
slipped once in a while with the 'n' word or made some other racist remark
to the gals.  My red heads, including Annie and Jill, boiled quietly when
she did.

   "Have you ever seen Sandy with another man?" Bert asked.  More directly
to the point of his current thought process.

   "Yeah, I have.  It can be pretty exciting." I replied.

   I knew that Bert was easing into a whole new way of thinking, so I gave
him a little to think about.

   I told him a little about how we had started into an open marriage
lifestyle in Norfolk several years earlier.  I didn't include much detail
and I didn't say anything about what we had been doing since we met Reggie
and Marc in California.  Just enough to keep him interested and to pump up
his fantasies.  I could tell he was hesitantly interested.  Attracted and
repulsed at the same time.

   Our neighbors made a good couple.  Gaile was similarily affected.  She
was very obviously attracted to Lamar, even to Brandon, but she tried to
ignore it.  Even deny it.  Sandy and I joked about her reaction to the
masculine displays we had set up for her.  She was like a rubber-necker
passing a bad accident on the highway.  Shocked by the carnage but couldn't
resist slowing down to look anyway.

   The wedding was beautiful.  Aren't they all?

   This one was nearly miraculous because of its short notice.  General
Annie swung into action in a way that would have impressed Hannibal taking
his elephants over the Alps.  Church, gown, flowers, invitations,
attendants, caterers, music.  That woman was a master of 'deputize and
terrorize'.  If I ever needed an ass-kicker, I knew where to find one.

   Jill was as pretty a bride as they come.  Virginal in her white dress
complete with veil...  if you overlooked the size of her waistline.  I gave
her away.  Seemed only fitting since I played a pretty large part in
getting her where she was.  And into the condition she was in when she got
there.

   Rene was the maid-of-honor.  Sandy was the matron-of-honor.  Pammy and
Tammy were the junior bride's maids.  Cuch was best man and three of Tony's
buddies, including Lamar, were ushers.

   The bride's attendants were all in lavender satin empire waisted
dresses. If the minister could have seen their underwear they probably
wouldn't have been allowed in the church.  There was not one pair of
panties at the rail that day.  I sat next to Annie, similarily
bare-bottomed.

   We had a small reception for the newlyweds at our house before they
escaped for a brief honeymoon at a beach front hotel down town.  No one
wanted Jill to be far from the delivery room even if an airline would have
let her on-board to leave Oahu at her advanced state.

   It was impossible to avoid inviting Bert and Gaile to the reception so
they were invited to the wedding as well.  Sandy thought it was probably
about time for them to get some hint of the extent of our interracial
involvement.  Realistically, we probably weren't going to be able to
conceal it much longer anyway.

   Our neighbors already knew several of the black men that drifted in and
out of our lives but at the wedding reception there was an added feature.
Sean and Darlene were there with their bi-racial daughter.  Their white
daughter, Pat, was there with both of her bi-racial children and her new
middle aged black boyfriend.  My secretary, Betty, was there with two of
her bi-racial children, escorted by her husband and Willie, the kids'
natural black father.  Even Carol and Will and their son, Greg, were there.
Devon and Richard showed up late, but with a nice gift for Jill and Tony.

   Brandon and his mother also got to the reception late.  They had missed
the wedding entirely.  DeeDee told Sandy later that our pool boy had
attacked her while she was getting dressed and time had just gotten away
from them.  Her husband and Brandon's father were fishing together as they
did nearly every Saturday.

   "You like watching her dance with Lamar?'' I had walked out on the lanai
where the music was playing and several couples were dancing.  It was mid
afternoon.  Bert couldn't take his eyes off of his wife.

   "I don't know why but it's fascinating to me to see them together like
that." He said.

   "They do make an attractive couple." Sandy had come up between Bert and
I and put her arm around each of our waists.  "You better watch out Bert,
that Lamar is a real romeo."

   About that time Cuch dragged Sandy away from us and out into the
dancers.

   "It is erotic to see your wife with a black man.  Isn't it?" I asked
Bert quietly.

   "But jeez, Gaile is about as prejudiced as they come.  Her dad is even
worse, I think he may have been in the Klan.  I don't think she had ever
been in the same room with a black person until you guys moved in.  Now
she's dancing with one."

   "It's sexy though, isn't it?" I wasn't letting up.

   "Yeah.  I'm weird, huh?"

   "No, I think it's sexy too.  Would you like to see her kiss him?"

   Bert's neck went slack and his eyelids drooped.  I thought he might cum
on the spot from just the mental image I was drawing for him.

   "I have to sit down." Was all he said.

   I left Bert sitting in a deck chair watching his wife rubbing herself
unconsiously all over our black friend and went to get us a couple of more
cold ones.

   I ran into Will and Carol on the way back out to the lanai and asked him
to cut in on Cuch for a dance with Sandy.  I told them briefly what I was
trying to do and he told me he would take care of it.

   "That's fucking hilarous." Carol added with a laugh.  Her tummy seemed
to have bit of a bulge in it.  I didn't say anything but made a mental note
to ask Sandy later.  I silently wondered if Devon had finally rang her
bell. He had been trying long enough.

   Carol and I found a place we could watch both Sandy dancing and Bert
sitting without being too obvious.  When Will cut in, instead of holding my
wife with his right hand on the small of her back and taking her right hand
in his left, he placed both his hands on the top of her hips forcing her to
put her hands up around his neck.  Now Will was a tall fella and the brides
maids dresses were fashionably mini.  Sandy reaching up to hold Will hiked
her hem up to just below her cheeks.  Sandy was still pantiless, a fact I
had neglected to mention to Will.

   As Will spun Sandy so her back was to Bert and only about three feet
away, I heard Carol gasp.  She and I and Bert could see what Will didn't
know.  When our tall ex-neighbor shifted his hold to Sandy's ass cheeks, he
got two black hands full of bare freckled butt skin.

   "I think the fucking guy's gonna pass out." Carol whispered to me.

   Will was pretty quick on the pick-up and as the dance number ended he
pulled Sandy's crotch onto his thigh and spead her ass cheeks to give Bert
a peek at the rear of my little sweety's bare pussy lips and her twinkling
litte brown star.  Sandy slowly widened her stance as she reached up to
slip Will some tongue in a very wet, and very deep, soul kiss.

   Bert groaned and suddenly rose from his chair and made a dash for the
gate at the side of the house.  A dark blotch was spreading on his tan
slacks.

   Gaile didn't notice.  She appeared to be asleep in Lamar's arms.  Her
face rested on his broad chest and her eyes were closed.  Her hips were
still rocking gently with the music, even though the music had stopped.

   No one but Bert noticed Sandy's semi public display and no one else was
paying any attention to Gaile's mild surrender.

   I got Gaile's attention when she lazily opened her eyes and nodded
toward the back gate.

   "Bert went home to change into something a bit more comfortable.  Said
he might even take a nap."

   I wanted to get to him before she did.

   "Probably too much beer." She said.

   Sandy introduced Gaile to Carol and the three of them stood around for a
few minutes talking girl talk.  I saw Gaile actually giggle, another first.

   I sidetracked Lamar and told him I thought the husband might be more
help than we had suspected but to just take it slow.  Follow my lead.  That
got a bright grin out of the black bean pole.  He definitely had the hots
for the nieghbor lady but had the patience to bide his time.

   When the music started back up, Lamar asked Sandy to dance so Will asked
Gaile.  I danced with Carol for a minute then excused myself.

   Carol drifted off toward the kitchen as I let myself out through the
gate Bert had left by.  I entered their back gate and knocked on the
sliding door.  Bert waved me in and handed me another cold one.  I now had
one in each hand.

   "How would you have liked it if that was Gaile instead of Sandy?" I
asked him getting right to the subject at hand.

   "I don't know Tim.  It's a horny thought but I don't know how I'd react
if it really happened." He replied.  "And I don't know if Gaile will go any
further.  I'm surprised she's done as much as she has already."

   "One thing you should know, Bert.  The guys do like white wives but they
don't go around breaking up marriages.  The husbands have to approve or
nothing happens.  Understand?"

   "Yeah, I think I do.  What should I do Tim.  I feel so confused about
this."

   "I can't tell you how you feel or what you should do, Bert.  All I know
is that I like it when Sandy is with other men.  And black men are special.
If you want Lamar to fuck your wife, your going to have to tell him that
it's OK with you.  Otherwise he'll leave her alone."

   Again I left my neighbor deep in thought.  The next move was his.

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