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 Our Daughter's Introduction

   By LuvsItWet

   Copyright @ 2011



   "Damn, she's gettin' a nice little pooper on her.  Doncha think?"

   "Wha', huh?" My witty reply.  Surfacing out of a mild doze in the early
spring Florida sun.

   I had been half asleep laying in the late spring sun on the deck beside
our backyard pool.  I'd drifted off while soaking up the rays like I'd
soaked up the partying the night before.

   The crude commentator was Dwayne, my buddy and business partner.  He was
stretched out next to me sucking on a long neck.  Probably one of the
leftovers from the tub of cool water over by the back door.  It had been
full of beer and ice when we started the afternoon before but was just wet
beer now.

   The subject of his admiration was my twelve year old daughter, Bonita.
Boni, rhymes with boney, for short.

   I had just cleaned the pool the day before and declared it open for the
season.  Boni had been bugging me for weeks but I had had other things
getting in the way.  She had missed the opening night party last night. 
Damn good thing too.  It was strictly adults.  We had shipped her off to my
sister's for a slumber party with her cousins.

   I wasn't surprised earlier when she came tearing out the back door
mid-morning in last years tank suit.  A flimsy one piece that had been too
small for her last year and with another couple inches of growth during the
winter, way too small this year.  I'd have to talk to Marie about taking
her shopping for a new one.  Maybe a bikini this year.

   "Yeah, I noticed." I grumbled.

   I had taken fatherly note of her developing curves over the past six
months or so.  She was starting to bud out all over.  Marie had supplied
her with new undies the previous Christmas that included training bras and
grown up girl panties.  No more Winnie-The-Poo cotton little girl pants for
that young lady.

   Her mom had also passed the news, only last month, that Boni had had her
first period.  Daddy's little girl was growing up.  She'd be in junior high
next year.

   Boni had always been pretty mature for her age.  Marie and I had tried
to treat her as an equal all her life.  She was a curious child and when
she asked questions, she got the straight answers.

   "Somebody's gonna try to tap that pretty soon.  Ever think about that?"

   "Jeez, Dwayne, she's only a kid.  You shouldn't talk shit like that."

   "Maybe, but it's the god's honest truth and you know it."

   "Yeah, I suppose.  We all grows up sooner or later." I said, hoping to
bring an end to this line of talk.  I wasn't real comfortable with the
thought of my little girl becoming an adult and doing adult things.

   "You better put some lotion on or you're gonna burn." That'd change the
subject.

   "Hah, not with this tan." Dwayne was so black his sweaty skin glistened
like obsidian.

   "That cold?" I asked, nodding toward the beer in his hand.

   "Nah, but I put a few in the freezer a little bit ago.  They should be
cold by now." "Want one?" He asked as he got up and started toward the
house.

   "Yeah, probably won't kill me." I called after him as he stepped through
the sliding glass door.

   I turned my attention back to Boni.  She was making repeated dives and
exits from the pool.  Dripping wet.  Each time she stepped up out of the
water she had to pull the tight crotch of her suit out of her crack.  And
each time she did, she unwittingly flashed a peek of her newly fledged muff
or a pale ass cheek.  Now I saw what had drawn Dwayne's attention.  That
pervert!

   I had to agree with him, though, that her butt was looking pretty nice.
Boni was still in the transition between little kid and young woman but it
was easy to see where things were heading.  With her pale complexion,
strawberry blond hair and scattered freckles, she was going to be a carbon
copy of her mom.  Soon.

   I turned my lounge chair around and flipped over on my tummy to get a
little early season sun on my back to even out my new tan.  Unlike Dwayne,
I could sunburn pretty easily.  I was starting to come alive after the mild
hangover.  Maybe I would live after all.

   Dwayne and I teamed up in a real estate office over five years ago and
soon broke off on our own.  We'll sell anything but our best business is
commercial property.  Less hassle from buyers and sellers.  Usually the
piece for sale is never advertised.  Our contacts are through word of mouth
or trade shows where we set up a small booth and let clients, buyers and
sellers alike, come to us.  It works great.  Usually Dwayne works the show
and I stay in the office to handle paperwork and showings.  It's been very
successful.  We just added two new associate agents and a receptionist to
our office staff.  I think it is the black/white combination that makes the
difference.  A surprising amount of money was starting to float around in
the black community and a lot of our sales were in convenience stores being
constructed in mostly black neighborhoods in the south.  Dwayne and I had
made a lot of money buying empty lots and selling them to developers.  And
a lot more in selling the finished stores.  Life was good.

   Oh, and Marie does all the books.  She keeps us honest and out of jail.

   I wondered where the hell Dwayne was with that cold one.  I was getting
thirsty.  I probably needed to get in out of the sun for awhile anyway so I
hefted my hurting ass out of the soft chair and ambled over to the house.

   As I stepped into the air conditioned coolness, I quickly realized why
I'd had to chase down my own beer.

   There, bent over the kitchen sink, looking out into the back yard was my
lovely wife, Marie.  Close behind her was my very busy friend.  Both their
shorts were on the floor.  It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out
what was going on.

   "Christ, didn't you two get enough last night?" I knew the answer before
I asked.

   "Oh, baby." My wife said as she swung her head to look at me with hooded
eyes.  "You know I never can get enough of Dwayne's big ol' tootsie roll ."

   The party had been very adult.  Dwayne, Marie and I.  Plus a middle aged
couple, Paul and Irene, and their friend Marc.  The six of us had romped in
the pool for awhile, cooked some burgers, and spent the rest of the evening
and early morning scattered in various combinations on our family room
floor.  Doing what adults do when they're high, naked and horny.  Marc had
scored some killer weed and all six of us were floating all night.

   "Boni's gonna come in here and catch you." I said as I pulled an icy
long neck out of the freezer compartment of the refrigerator.

   "That's why we're doing it here.  I can see her if she starts to come
in. We started over there." Marie said as she tilted head toward the other
side of the kitchen.  Her bikini top was on the floor across the small
room.

   "OK, well, I'm goin' back outside.  I'll head her off if she comes this
way." I said as I exited out through the slider.  I really wanted to stay
and watch but was concerned about Boni stumbling in on her mother indulging
in one of her favorite passtimes.  Dwayne hadn't said a word, just smiled
and continued to rhythmically pull Marie's freckled white ass back and
forth as he plowed into her.

   I had barely sat back down than I heard the slider open and close. 
Dwayne strolled across the lawn with a shit eating satisfied grin.  And two
beers in his hand.

   "Marie says she has a surprise for ya."

   "Some surprise.  I don't know where you get all that stuff."

   "Clean livin' buddy, just clean livin'." "That, and a lot of good female
inspiration." He added.

   "I suppose it's safe now to leave you with my daughter for a few
minutes. If you ever think of anything besides pussy." I said as I walked
back toward the house.

   The scene that greeted me was pretty much what I expected.  Marie was
sitting on our small kitchen table, heels resting on the edge.  Her swollen
and wet crotch wide open aimed straight at me.

   "The big bad black man hurt momma's pussy, baby.  Will you kiss it
better for me?  Please?!" She begged with her little southern girl, sexy
pout.

   Damn, that woman knew how to push my buttons.

   I pulled up a chair and started administering emergency first aid.

   **********************

   I probably should jump back and pick up a little bit about how we got
mixed up with Paul and Irene, the friends at our pool party.  They were
pretty instrumental in how our lifestyle has developed to include open sex
with others.  More specifically, open sex with black men.

   Until we met Paul and Irene, Marie and I had been just about as straight
as they come.  Man and woman, married with a capital M.  One kid, two cars,
nice house.  We both worked, screwed a couple times a week and went on
vacation when we could afford it.  I mowed the lawn once a week in the
summer, Marie payed the bills and sent out Christmas cards.  Looking back,
we were just plain dull.  In the rut that tends to guide most couples after
a few years of marriage.

   A couple months after I started working in the real estate office and
met Dwayne, he invited us to a cookout/cocktail party/evening out.  It was
a pleasant break in our routine and gave Marie a chance to meet some of the
people I had just started working with.  It also gave me a chance to show
Marie off to all my new friends.  I was proud of her and liked to flaunt
her when I found the opportunity.

   Paul and Irene were there and even though they were about fifteen years
older than us, the four of us gravitated together.  Several of the people
were black and we didn't have a lot in common with them.  Marie had never
socialized with any black people and was uncomfortable at first.  Most of
the other white couples were somewhat younger than us and seemed to come
and go as the evening progressed.

   Dwayne seemed to know everyone and kept the party lively.  He moved
freely between the somewhat racially divided groups and tried to draw
people together.  I had already pegged Dwayne as a natural salesman and he
was using that talent well as the host.

   Paul and I struck up an almost immediate friendship.  I love to fish and
I discovered he had a boat and was an avid fisherman himself.  We started
making plans to get together for a little down time on the river the very
next day.

   Irene seemed to mesmerize Marie.  I don't know what they talked about
that night but I could tell that they were also going to be good friends.
On the way home that night, Irene was all that Marie could talk about.

   Over the next two or three weeks, Paul and I went fishing at least half
a dozen times.  I didn't notice it at the time but Dwayne was a frequent
subject of our conversation.  Dwayne had met them several years earlier. 
Paul was always a little hazy about how they had met but he was almost
reverent in his comments about Dwayne's good looks, athletic ability and
masculine appeal to the ladies.  I had been captured by Dwayne's outgoing
personality and sales ability.  I didn't realize it but I was being
mentally prepared for what would soon be a huge shift in my life.

   Back on shore, Marie was the subject of a high pressure sales job also.
Irene had been having girl talk sessions with my wife somewhat parallel to
mine with Paul.  Dwayne was a frequent topic of their tete-a-tete
discussions.  Very much more personal and graphic, however, as I was to
find out.

   "Honey, would you be surprised if Irene had a boyfriend?" Marie and I
were in bed.  The lights were out and I was just about to doze off.  I
suddenly wasn't sleepy.

   "Paul would have a fit if she did and he found out." Was my first
response.

   "He knows."

   "Huh!?!?" I was wide awake now.

   Marie and I had pillow talked that sort of thing but in a pretty
abstract way.  More a "Letters to the Editor" sort of fantasy while we were
both hot and bothered.  I was way more into it than Marie, I thought,
although she seemed to get off a lot quicker and harder if I talked that
sort of trash to her in the heat of passion.

   "Did Irene tell you that?"

   "Yeah, and a lot more.  She asked me if I ever thought about doing
something like that.  She even asked if you would be OK with me having an
affair.  She said that if I was ever interested she could probably arrange
something for me with her boyfriend."

   "And...?"

   "You'd never guess who her boyfriend is.  Not in a million years." I
could tell that Marie was excited.

   "Who?"

   "Dwayne."

   "WHAT!?!?" I exploded.  I should have been able to guess from all the
things that Paul had said, but it still came as a shock.

   "Quiet.  You'll wake up Boni."

   Marie turned on the bedside lamp and snuggled back against me.  Visions
of Irene and Dwayne together flitted through my mind.  I had to admit, they
were sexy visions.

   "She says he is a fantastic lover."

   "And Paul knows about it?" I asked.  That part was the hardest to
believe at first but then I remembered all the admiring comments Paul had
made about Dwayne over the past few weeks and it sort of fit.

   "Yeah.  Irene said it was his idea in the first place."

   "How long has it been going on?  Did she say?"

   "Since they met him.  They picked him up in a bar and wound up taking
him home with them.  It's been going on every since."

   "Paul mentioned something about Dwayne living with them when he first
got out of the Army." A lot of little pieces were fitting together.

   "I don't know about you honey, but I think it's sexy as hell." Marie
said as she reached down into my pajamas.  "Well, I guess that answers
that." She added with a little laugh as she found my rock hard cock.  She
quickly straddled me and slipped down onto my boner.  We climaxed together
after only about ten strokes.

   As we lay side by side recovering, Marie said that she thought Irene was
just teasing her about getting together with Dwayne.  My feeling were mixed
but I doubted if Irene was teasing.

   Not much was said about the odd situation with Paul and Irene for
several days but it frequently popped into my mind.  Probably into Marie's
mind too.  That weekend, Paul and I were out on his boat when the subject
of Dwayne came up again.  Irene had told him that she had spilled the beans
to Marie and he rightly assumed that Marie had, in turn, told me.

   He told me about the same story that Irene had told Marie, but in a lot
more graphic terms.  Paul could not say enough about what a thrill it was
to watch the sex between his wife and our black friend.  He couldn't say
enough good things about what the experience had done for their marriage.
He claimed that Irene had become almost insatiable after becoming sexually
involved with a black man.

   "Marie mentioned that Irene offered to set her up with him if she ever
wanted to try it." I said.  "What's with that?  If he's that good, I'd
think she'd want to keep it all to herself."

   "Nah, Irene's not that way." He said.  "She likes to play the matchmaker
with gals that have never had sex with a black man."

   "Dwayne pretty much tells her who he wants her to work on." He added.

   "Why has she been telling all this to Marie?" I asked.

   "Dwayne wants to fuck your wife" was his simple answer.  There it was,
out in the open.  The ball was in my court.

   That night in bed, I relayed what I had learned from Paul and Marie
added a little more that she had learned from Irene.  It seemed that there
was a small but growing circle of white couples being drawn into the same
arrangement that Paul and Irene had.  Dwayne had enlisted several of his
friends from his college and Army days as the lucky black men getting all
the new, white, married pussy.  Irene hadn't said who the couples were but
had come right out and said that they thought Marie and I would probably be
the next new members of the group.

   Marie was not surprised about the comment Paul had made regarding
Dwayne's attraction to her.  She had sensed it the first time she met him.

   We quietly discussed our feelings about such an involvement.  Marie was
excited, aroused, and scared.  She was concerned about the impact on our
marriage and my feelings toward her.  My feelings were arousal and fear.  I
liked the idea of other men finding my wife attractive but certainly didn't
want to lose her to someone else.

   We both liked Dwayne and agreed that if we were ever going to do
something like this, he would be at the top of the list of men we would
like to include in our intimate lives.  We also agreed that if Marie tried
it and didn't like it, it would end right then and there would be no harm
between us.  No recriminations or regrets later.

   A few days later, while Paul and I were on the river fishing, Irene and
Dwayne introduced Marie to sex with black men.  Nothing was said beforehand
but I found out later that Paul knew what was happening back at our house
while we were gone.  Irene wanted Marie's first time to be very special and
it had been.  By the time I got home that evening, smelly and sunburned, my
wife was smelly and rug burned.  Dwayne had fucked her for nearly three
hours straight and she was hooked.

   The next night after Marie's initiation, Paul and Irene threw a small
party for us to celebrate.  Two other young white couples that had already
been introduced to the pleasure of interracial sex were there.  Along with
a half dozen single black men, including Dwayne.  It was our "cumming out"
party.

   Irene snagged me early in the evening and was my constant companion. 
She kept up a running commentary on the happenings between her black
friends and the three other white wives.  Her purpose, I found out later,
was to keep me sexually on edge and therefore an agreeable participant.  It
worked.  I was enthralled by the raw passion and primitive beauty of the
whole scene.  From the initial pairing off, through the flirting, the
kisses, the foreplay and the ultimate sex acts so eagerly engaged in by my
little honey I was more excited than I had ever been in my life.

   I watched as first Dwayne, then two of his friends, fucked my wife on a
king sized mattress and box spring placed like an altar on Paul and Irene's
family room floor.  Irene carefully guided my attention to the love bites
on Marie's neck and breasts, to how she was stretched by the size of the
cocks that she couldn't seem to get enough of.  Irene kept me close and
involved in everything that happened to my wife.  After the first round,
Irene secluded Marie and I in the master bedroom for some quality time.  It
was there that I learned how much our lives had changed.  I came on the
sheets as I ate my wife's freshly fucked pussy for the first time.  I
quickly learned what it was about sharing wives with black men was so
attractive to so many husbands.  I loved it from the start.

   We have been very active participants since.  Marie is one of the more
popular of the wives and has been with each of the black men in the group
several times.

   Marie's all around favorite has been Dwayne though.  The amount of time
they spend together for our business has given them frequent opportunities
to travel together.  At least once a month, they go up to Atlanta or down
to Miami or Orlando to some trade show or business convention.  On those
trips, they act almost like a married couple.  Dwayne frequently shares her
with friends or business acquaintances of his.  She returns from some of
those trips and sleeps for two days straight.

   The relationship between Dwayne and I hasn't changed much.  We teamed up
to make money and our business has been good.  Our roles have become more
defined, I do most of the listing and he does most of the selling.  Not
much is said about the sex during our work routine.  That all changes on
weekends and party nights.

   Soon after we started the open marriage thing, we had a scare.  Marie
missed her period and failed an early pregnancy test.  We were devastated.
We didn't want any more children, no matter who the father was.  I had had
a vasectomy a couple years after Bonita was born so we knew damn well I
wasn't the daddy.  Marie by that time had been with about eight different
black men.  The timing was such that it could have been either of about
four of them.  It was a couple of pretty depressing weeks before she could
see her OB/GYN.  Surprisingly she was not pregnant.  We don't know what
happened.  The doctor thought that she had either miscarried or had missed
her period because of nerves.  He knew I had been cut and Marie admitted to
an affair to account for the possible condition.  The web we weave...

   Marie's fallopian tubes were cut and tied two very careful months later.


   **********************

   This all brings us up to the day out by the pool.

   After attending to Marie's serious injury, and a quick fuck of my own, I
left the love of my life sprawled on the kitchen table and with a fresh
cold long neck, returned to warmth of the spring sun.

   "What the hell do you think you're doing, young lady?"

   Boni nearly dropped the partially empty bottle of beer she had just
taken a long pull on when she heard my outburst.

   "Aw, dad." She responded guiltily when she recovered.  "Uncle D said I
could.  He said it would probably get warm before you got back out here."

   "Dammit Dwayne, Marie will kill us if she finds out the kid's been
drinking beer."

   Turning to my sullen offspring, I said.  "There's some cold sodas in the
house, drink one of those and leave the booze to the grown-ups."

   Boni flounced out of the lounge chair next to Dwayne and stomped across
the lawn toward the back door in a huff.  I hoped that Marie was off the
table by the time she got there.

   "Now just how in the hell do you expect me to get into that girl's pants
if I can't get her loosened up a little?" Dwayne said with a snort as we
heard the slider slam shut.

   "You ARE a pervert." I said as I finished the beer I'd relieved from my
daughter and sat back down.

   Later that afternoon, after Dwayne had made some lame departing excuse
about needing to see a guy about a strip mall that we'd been trying to sell
for nearly six month, I made some mention to Marie about some of what had
been said by the pool.  She didn't say much at the time other than voicing
her displeasure about Bonita drinking beer.  One of our neighbors had just
gotten in a pile of trouble for allowing a backyard party at which a couple
of underaged kids went home half in the bag.  The results were cops and
lawyers and judges and newspaper reports.  Marie made it clear that she
didn't want any part of that scene.

   A few days later though, she brought up something that she had been
thinking about.  We had just had a routine, normal, boring, vanilla session
of hot and sweaty matrimonial sex and were relaxing in the post coital
euphoria when she dropped the bomb that would signal another huge shift in
our lives.

   "Honey, why don't we let Dwayne fuck Boni?" She asked in about the same
way she would ask if I thought puce drapes would go with the light
raspberry she was thinking of painting the dining room.

   "Huh?" I sputtered.  "What?" She certainly had my attention.

   "Say that again."

   "Calm down, hon.  I've been thinking a lot about this since last weekend
and I want your opinion."

   Marie went on to remind me of her early sexual education at the knee,
literally, of her mother's second husband.  Well she was between his knees
at least.

   Marie's point was that our daughter was growing up and would probably
want to start experimenting soon whether we liked it or not.  Or knew about
it or not.  Our openness with her all her life was likely to soon start in
a whole new direction and Marie made the argument that our baby would be
much safer if we could help ease her into womanhood from behind the scenes.
Marie's wisdom was hard to deny.  She had happily gave up her cherry at
twelve and she could now see the train hurtling down that track for her
daughter.  Her chief concern was Boni's safety and happiness.

   I wasn't quite as sure.  I felt more a sense of loss than of fatherly
concern.  It was like her virginity was mine also.

   Marie, on the other hand, was more like a stage mother.  Even talking
about it had her in a state of vicarious arousal.

   "At least think about it." She said.  "We don't have to do anything
obvious.  Just set it up and let nature take it's course.  He's interested
and I think she might be, too.  Even if she isn't fully aware of it yet."

   "But honey, she's just a baby." I was resisting even the images that
were trying to crowd into my brain.

   Marie didn't say a word.  She rolled over to her side of the bed and
pulled her favorite toy out of her nightstand drawer.  "Smell that." She
said holding it under my nose.  "Does that smell like a baby?"

   It was definitely a woman smell but not surprising considering what it
was and what it was used for.  Marie had wore out dozens of sets of
batteries in that cute little vibrating machine.

   " I carefully wash that thing every time after I play with it." She
grinned.  "Lately, I've found it missing a couple of times, and last week I
found it under your 'baby's' pillow."

   I took another deep whiff.  Unmistakably cunt.  The images of Boni's
little muffin in her wet bathing suit suddenly flooded back into my mind's
eye.  At that moment, I committed olfactory incest.  Damn, she smelled
good.

   "What do you want me to do?" I asked.  Acceptance was easy with the hard
on I had.

   "Let's talk to Dwayne this weekend.  Boni is staying over at Lela's
Saturday and I asked Dwanye to spend the night."

   ****************

   That weekend, after a quietly romantic dinner and a few heated hours on
our family room floor in front of the fireplace with our black friend,
Marie and I broached the subject of compromising our daughter's virtue.

   At first Dwayne was in humorous disbelief.  "Yeah, right." He said. 
"And you won the lottery?"

   "No." Marie whispered, stroking him hoping for one more erection.  "You
lovable bastard, if you play your cards right, you win the lottery."

   We talked about it.  For a couple hours while Dwayne was recharging his
batteries and I was keeping Marie up on the step.  We played and talked and
plotted.

   We agreed that Bonita wouldn't know anything about the parental
involvement beyond our passive acceptance of events as they unfolded.  We
wouldn't outwardly condone her relationship with Dwayne but wouldn't
condemn it either.  "Out of sight, out of mind" along with unspoken support
was going to be our part to play in her downfall.

   Dwayne agreed to go slow and make the seduction as playful and
instructive as possible given the age differences.  We trusted him to not
hurt or embarrass her in any way.

   The legal issue of statutory rape concerned Dwayne a lot.  He had fucked
a couple of under aged girls before he met us and was always thinking that
it might come back to haunt him.  Marie and I agreed to give him a
notarized statement to the effect that he was our daughter's mentor and
guardian with our permission to teach her a wide range of subjects,
including sex.  It wouldn't let him entirely off the legal hook but it
ensured our acceptance of part of the responsibility if there was ever a
problem.  Enough that he could be assured we wouldn't blow the whistle if
there was ever a problem.

   Birth control was also a problem.  Marie thought she could get our
doctor to cover that angle by telling him that Boni was having irregular
periods.  It's a code between understanding doctors and mothers of teen
aged girls with the urge and on the verge.  The marvels of modern
chemistry.

   Boni's thirteenth birthday was coming up in a few weeks and we decided
that would be a good time to make the first move.  We could all go out
together.  It would look like just a simple birthday celebration.  What
everyone but our little Boni would know is that it would be the beginning
of the end of her innocence.

   Under the guise of impending teen-ageness, Marie took Boni on a
pre-birthday shopping spree.  Along with some more very grown up undies,
she treated the kid to a sexy little wardrobe of some unmentionables that
would be right at home in a Nevada whorehouse.  An eight snap garter belt,
seamed hose, hold-up thigh high stockings, demi-bra (I didn't know you
could even get that in an A cup), an underwired, cinch waist, bustier (in
black to match the garter belt), a black lace choker, two baby doll
nighties, two pairs of heels (one with four inch heels and an ankle strap,
the other with two and a half inch heels for day wear), and sundry other
womanly items.

   On the way home, they dropped in on our family doctor.  He surprisingly
had the time to see Boni for a moment.  The doctor and Marie explained to
Boni that it would be so much simpler if she could accurately predict her
menstrual cycle.  The stop at the drug store for the prescription also
included some feminine products like lube and nail polish.  Oh, and six
packages of batteries for the family's phony prick.

   Over the next couple of weeks, I suffered through shoe training.  Boni
was a riot trying to look grown-up in high heels.  She looked more like a
newborn fawn trying to find it's legs than a budding sex pot.  She stumbled
around the house the first few days.  I was concerned she would twist an
ankle and blow the whole thing.  By the end of that first week she was
steady on the lowest heels and I even gave her a couple of steps of the
light fantastic on the kitchen floor to give her the feel of dancing.  Then
came the strappy catch-me-fuck-me pumps.  That girl was all leg, I'd never
seen anyone so out of proportion!  She wasn't all that tall anyway and the
extra four inches was shocking.  My little girl was tall enough she could
look me squarely in the eye.  Knowing what was coming, I had to look away.

   I begged Marie to let Boni give me a fashion show of all the other
goodies they bought but was soundly rebuffed.  That stuff was not for dad.
Period.  What was I?  Some kind of pervert?

   Boni's birthday really fell on a week night and went by pretty much as a
little family thing.  School night.  Gifts, cake and ice cream, mom and dad
singing "Happy Birthday".

   Friday night, she had a bunch of her friends over for the really big
party.  Balloons, streamers, pool, hot tub, boys out of the house by
midnight and four or five BFF's giggling in her room until nearly dawn.

   Saturday night was the chosen night to let Boni try out her wings a bit.
She didn't know it though.  The set-up was for us to take her out to dinner
as a special treat.  Uncle D was invited to help pay for the evening.  That
was the cover.

   The tab for dinner alone at the little French restaurant on the beach
was enough to choke a horse.  We wrote that off as a business expense.  The
gold necklace Dwayne gave her was on his hook.  The credit card with an
obscene limit that Marie and I gave her nearly caused the matre'd to call
the police to get Boni back under control.  I slipped him a little
something that calmed things down.  Until the three piece dance band
started.  Then we all got a bit out of hand.  I took Boni for her first
dance as a teen ager.  Dwayne and Marie fended for themselves.

   Then we traded partners as planned.

   "God, isn't she beautiful?" Marie asked rhetorically as we sat at the
table watching our friend put the moves on our little girl.  For this
special night out on the town, Marie had helped with Boni's hair and
make-up.  She looked closer to twenty than the newly turned thirteen year
old she really was.  Our two ladies could easily have been mistaken for
sister in the dim light of the tiny bistro.

   I had gotten used to seeing Dwayne dance with Marie since he had become
such a large part of our lives, we went out to dinner as a threesome often.
It was a whole new experience to see him wrap daddy's little girl up in
those long arms and huge hands.  Even in the tall heels, she looked so
small.  I wavered all evening between urges to be protective and
unrealistic jealousy.  I badly wanted to be the guy pulling her close into
a sweaty embrace after a fast dance, shifting to a slow hot body rub.  I
was mixed seeing her bent over backwards, looking up into Dwayne's gleaming
smile.

   We looked the other way when Dwayne traded his drink with Boni's ginger
ale.  By midnight, I noticed Boni getting a little clumsy on her new heels.
By one, any pretense of dancing was history.  Dwayne was just going through
the motions and Boni was following along.  I decided we should make a night
of it and led the way out to the parking lot.  On the way to dinner, Dwayne
had ridden in front with me.  On the way home, Marie grabbed the front seat
without comment.  That paired Boni in the back seat with our black friend.

   Before we were even out of the parking lot, Marie commandeered the rear
view mirror.  "Use the outside one." She whispered.  "I need this one." She
made a quick adjustment as though checking her make-up.  "You just drive,
I'll keep an eye on the love birds." She added quietly.

   "Ohhh!!" Marie moaned under her breath about halfway home, her nails
digging into my thigh.  "So much for 'sweet-sixteen-and-never-been-kissed'
for our little girl."

   "Dwayne, would you like to come in for awhile?" Marie asked as we were
getting out of the car in our driveway.  She didn't want the evening to end
and I don't think any of the rest of us did either.  I glanced at Boni and
noticed her hair tousled and make-up smeared.  She was carrying her shoes
and hanging on Dwayne.  She was just coming down from giddily tipsy to
quietly limp.

   I had a little surprise of my own.  I had intended it for some other
time but it seemed appropriate at the moment.  "Is anybody up for the hot
tub?" I asked.  I got a rousing approval from Dwayne and Marie as we all
made our way into the house.  Boni could have easily just went straight to
bed.  I asked Dwayne to go remove the cover and turn the lights on while I
got some drinks and the gals changed into swimming suits.  I quickly got to
my dresser for the surprise.

   I gave one of the tiny boxes to Marie and one to Boni.  "These were for
later but you might like to wear them tonight." I said as they found the
two little, nearly non-existant, excuses for swimming suits.  I had ordered
them on-line from a place in Australia.

   I changed and grabbed the drinks from the kitchen.  Dwayne was already
in the hot water but had left the underwater lights off.  Instead, he had
lit a couple of the Tiki torches nearby giving the cauldron an erie candle
lit glow.  "More romantic, don't you think?" He said as I slipped in across
from him.

   The girls took longer than I thought it should but when they came out
the back slider, Dwayne and I agreed the wait was worth it.

   "Fuck me!" I heard Dwayne mutter under his breath as Marie and Boni
crossed the few feet of lawn between the patio and the deck around the hot
tub.  They both had put their high heels back on and looked like models as
they strutted the new, nearly invisible, swim wear.  Boni had the lime
green and Marie the pale pink.  Each looked edible.

   As the ladies slipped down into the tub with us, we were arranged
boy-girl-boy-girl.  Our tub is square with seats in each corner.  Not
exactly built for cuddling but it can be done if no one is being discrete.
In fact, at a party the year before, we had had eight people fucking a the
same time in the bubbling water.  That night though, with Boni as new to
all this as she was at thirteen, we stayed very family like.

   Marie whispered to me just barely above the sound of the circ pump and
bubbles.  "I had to shave her." So.  That was the reason for the delay.

   After a half hour or so of relaxing in the hot water, Boni looked like
she might be falling asleep and I was ready for some shut eye myself.

   "Turn out the lights when you're finished." I said.  "Come on Punkin',
time for beddy bye." I pulled Boni up out of the hot water before she
melted and got sucked down through the return.

   She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

   I jumped through the shower and went back out to the living room to turn
the lights off.  Dwayne was just going out the front door and Marie was
standing in the foyer holding her new swim suit bottom in her left hand. 
She was flushed and giggling.

   "I couldn't let him go home that way." She said, turning toward the
bedroom with a flip of her butt.  "Come on, I have something for you."

   **********************

   We didn't see Dwayne for all that next week, he was up in Atlanta on a
hot deal.  I know he called Boni every night while he was gone, though. 
Marie and I feigned total ignorance of the budding romance.  Between us, we
agreed that the seduction of our daughter seemed to be going well, if
slowly.  "Going" made Marie happy.  "Slowly" suited me.

   The next Sunday, we had a little cook out.  Paul and Irene and Marc. 
Dwayne, of course.  And Marc's college room mate, Eldon, down from
Richmond. We had also invited two couples that regularly partied with us
and one couple that Irene was trying to recruit into our circle.

   Although we had deliberately not included Bonita, we had not excluded
her either.  We thought it would be a good chance to measure her interest
in being with adults socially.  Marie thought that if Boni joined us, we
would introduce her around and let events develop naturally.  We soon
realized wild horses could not have kept her away.

   I was adding more ice to the cooler of beer and soft drinks when I heard
one of the husbands near me mutter "Holy Fuck" under his breath.

   When I realized what had caught his attention, I had about the same
reaction.  Boni had joined the party.  It took me a minute to get my
eyeballs back in their sockets.

   She was certainly dressed for the occasion.

   My little baby was a pedophile's wet dream.  The tightest, littlest pink
short shorts showed off half her butt cheeks and the faintest hint of a
camel toe.  A white halter top snuggled her tiny boobs above a vast expanse
of bare tummy.  Her new black lace choker and four inch heels highlighted
her long legs and swanlike neck.  Huge sun glasses and her hair piled
wildly on top of her head completed the look.

   Marie caught my attention and just rolled her eyes in the "Oh, my God!"
look.  I made a bee line to Boni with a cold soda to head off an attack
from any one of the half dozen males momentarily frozen in place.

   "Honey, I'd like to introduce you to some of our friends you haven't met
yet." I thought that if I stayed close, gang rape wasn't all that likely.

   I hadn't even started when Dwayne cut in.  "Why don't you finish up the
ice down job dad?  I'll introduce Boni around." She dropped me like a hot
rock.  Hooking her arm in Dwayne's, she dismissed me like any one of the
other servants in her life.

   "Don't blame me.  I didn't have a damn thing to do with it." Marie was
just a little miffed when I asked her if she had promoted the grand entry
scene on our back deck that nearly caused a riot.  "She did that all by
herself."

   We were in the kitchen refilling the hors d'oeuvres tray for the guests.
Out the back window we could see Boni still attached to our big black
friend like a little leech.  She hadn't turned loose of his arm in the half
hour since latching on.  If you didn't know the circumstances or
twenty-five year age difference, you would swear they were a couple.

   "I think we should quietly get the word out to the group that it's OK
with us or someone is going to think Dwayne is out of line." I didn't want
anything between Dwayne and Boni to cause hard feelings in the group.  The
last thing we needed was someone else trying to protect the virtue we were
trying so discretely to compromise.

   "I have a better idea.  Watch this." Marie chuckled as she stepped to
the sliding glass doors.

   "Boni," She called, to drag our baby's attention away from the group of
men she was entrancing at the moment.  "Why don't you model the new swim
suit daddy gave you?  Dwayne hasn't seen it in the daylight yet."

   Good God.  So much for "quietly get the word out..."

   I did get to Paul and Marc while Boni was changing and told them that
nothing was to happen beyond some teasing and flirting.  At least out in
the open.  Marie told the wives pretty much the same thing but still the
afternoon got mildly wild.  Cindy and Terry, the party wives, lost their
tops in the pool.  Cindy later took Eldon off to our guest room for a
closed door discussion of one of their newly discovered mutual interests.

   I was with Irene when she told the recruit husband that every wife
there, except his, had been fucked by every one of the black men at the
party.  When he didn't grab his other half and head for the door, Irene was
pretty sure she had made the sale.  I spent about an hour with him and he
agreed that if he handled it right, his wife would probably like to try it.
I assured him that it had been good for us and Marie couldn't be happier
with what we were doing.

   Around seven, the party started breaking up.  Eldon left with Cindy and
her husband to continue their discussion at home.  Paul and Irene took the
new recruits and Marc out dancing and, as we later learned, back to their
place for another initiation of a white wife to the interracial experience.
I don't know when Terry and her hubby left.  By dark, it was just Dwayne,
me, Marie and Boni.  Dwayne suggested a walk on the beach in the moonlight
but I begged off.  I had been on my feet all day hosting and just wanted to
veg out.  Marie agreed and approved of Dwayne taking Boni if he wouldn't
keep her out too late.

   "But not like that, young lady." Her mom chided.  "You get some clothes
on.  You've ran around half naked enough for one day."

   "Aww, moooommmm!" Hey, she was a teen ager now.  What did you expect?

   While Bonita was reluctantly finding something to cover up her goodies
with, Marie quietly gave Dwayne the go ahead to do some heavy petting with
our baby girl if he thought she was ready for it.  After the way she'd been
strutting her stuff all afternoon, I thought she was ready for the whole
enchilada but didn't say anything.  I was the one always pushing for "slow"
in this little conspiracy.

   We only lived about twenty minutes from the shore but when I went to bed
a couple hours later, our baby and her potential violater hadn't returned.
I figured their walk on the beach probably included a few stops in dark
places.  If they even went to the beach.

   The next morning I woke up with the sun bright and Marie missing.  I
checked on Boni.  She was in her room still sacked out but not a sign of my
wife.  No note and no evidence of a stuggle.  I was just about put out an
APB when she breezed in.  Still wearing what she had on the night before
and looking like she'd never been to bed.

   "That girl is going to have to start taking care of the problems she
creates pretty soon or else...!" Marie pretended to be the poor, over
burdened mother of a trouble making child.  What had really happened was
that when Dwayne brought Boni home about 1am, he gave my little hottie the
signal that he was horny.  Marie had waited a bit until she was sure Boni
was asleep and slipped out to go to his place to tame the raging bull. 
She'd fallen asleep in his bed.

   Marie's little act didn't fool me.  She loved having our daughter be the
unwitting tease so she could get her brains fucked out.

   **************************

   "I think she's ready." Marie said leaning over the picnic table in the
dim light.

   We'd had a nice afternoon.  And another evening in the hot tub.  Marie,
myself, Dwayne and, as was usual lately, our just turned thirteen year old
daughter, Boni.

   "She ain't the only one!" Dwayne's grin reminded me of the Cheshire Cat
in "Alice in Wonderland."

   It was late and Boni had just made her excuses to drag herself off to
bed.  The truth was, she was exhausted.  All day she had been strutting her
stuff around the pool and then for the past two hours, Dwayne had brought
her off at least three times under the bubbles of the un-lit hot tub. 
Marie and I pretended not to notice.  He had been slowly working her up for
the past week and tonight was about as far as it was possible to take heavy
petting with a virgin.  A more experienced person would realize that it
wasn't that discrete, but Boni, at her age and with the effects of the beer
Dwayne had been "sneaking" her all afternoon, was oblivious.  If something
didn't happen soon, someone was going to get raped and I wasn't taking bets
on who was going to do it to whom.

   "Seriously, I don't think I can hold her off much longer." Dwayne added.
"You saw her trying to get on my lap.  It wasn't a water jet she was lining
up with that little thing between her legs."

   "OK, so how and when?" I'm the quasi-leader of this group so plans are
really important to me.  The 'daddy' in me was quickly taking a backseat to
the guy who had just watched his precious little nymph being finger fucked
to within an inch of her life.  The vote was unanimous.

   Of course, Dwayne could simply slide into Boni's room, slip under the
covers, and fuck her brains out right this very moment.  Problem solved. 
Our very good friend would love that plan, Boni probably would too, but
then it would be obvious to our daughter that the supposedly responsible
parents, Marie and me, were in on the deal.  Not good.

   "How about the trade show in Orlando next week?" Marie tossed in. 
"School's out.  She could go with Dwayne as 'Girl Friday', take notes,
answer phones, look cute in the booth.  Same shit I do when I go." It was a
four day get together of convenience store vendors that we had had a lot of
success with the past couple of years.  People that were interested in
vendors were interested in stores and maybe the land they're built on.

   We batted it around for a few minutes and it seemed plausible as a cover
story to get Boni off alone with Dwayne for a few days.  It would give them
enough time to do the deed without mom and dad being easily identified as
conspirators.  Adjoining rooms would cover the difference in ages.  And
color.  No way could they pretend to be father and daughter .  Marie would
make all the arrangements to further allay any suspicions.

   I snuffed the last Tiki torch, then held Marie's hand in the dark while
Dwayne fucked her on our picnic table before he left that evening.  As
visions of a sugar plum danced in his head.

   ***************************

   "I sure hope she's been remembering to take her 'Pill' ", I said as we
watched them back down the drive the following Monday.  I always was the
worry wart of the family.

   "I guess we'll know in about nine months.  Won't we?" Marie said
wistfully, pulling me closer and waving one last time.

   ***************************

   I looked at the clock as I picked up the phone.  2:14 AM.

   "Houston?  Tranquility Base.  The Eagle has landed." Click

   I had trouble getting back to sleep.

   The End

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