2 White Wives & 2 Black Men Ch. 03

From: Monica H----

To: Greg H----

Date: January 23, 2019 1:08 PM

Subject: My Sex-Filled Weekend Romp, Ch. 3!

Hon, I'm a bit scared to relate some of the events that occurred over the second half of the weekend. There were a few lines crossed that I don't even think you could imagine right now!!

PART 7: THE SWIMMING POOL

In my last email, I finished telling you everything that happened up to Saturday morning. There is still much that happens before we go home on Sunday.

Imagine waking up in a hotel room with your gorgeous bestie (who, like you, is married) and two tall black guys whose ability to fuck for hours is evidenced by a swollen vagina and sore legs. You shower in the buff with your naked friend and relive all the dirty details. That was how the day started.

Jacquie stepped out of the shower after me. I glanced at her large and milky-white breasts. I couldn't help but imagine their natural enlargement in the coming months due to a single sperm cell received from either DeShawn or Abdi. Jacquie must have been reading my mind.

"Brad will love seeing my breasts get even bigger," Jacquie remarked before adding with a frown, "But they'll sag afterward, unfortunately."

"Are you worried?" I asked.

Jacquie replied, "You bet. Take one last look before I blow up from the pregnancy. Goodbye, sexy body."

"Oh my god, you're so skinny, girl," I tried to reassure her, "You'll probably have one of those tiny little baby bumps."

I think it's unfair. Not only the fact that females bear the health burden of pregnancy but also the long-term consequences of reproduction. We must contend with the reality that any man we have sex with can transform our bodies forever. In this case, one of these black men will be the reason that Jacquie's hips widen, her tummy stretches, and her ass grows rounder. Even when Jacquie's tight body returns (I'm sure she'll get it back in no time flat!), there will remain differences.

I was reminded of something that Sarah (the first one in our group of friends to get knocked up) reported experiencing. I wasn't sure if telling this to Jacquie would make her uncomfortable. However, as I wrote in my last email, Jacquie kept taunting me about the risk that I might get pregnant. Maybe I could get her back.

"Hey, you know what happened to Sarah when she was preggers?" I asked.

"What's that?" Jacquie replied, her interest obviously piqued.

In a hushed voice, I told her, "Sarah said that way before you actually give birth, milk starts squirting out of your nipples when you're in the shower!!"

"Oh. My. God. How crazy is that?!" was all that Jacquie could respond with.

Jacquie promptly touched her pink nipples as if checking to see if milk was already coming out. I smiled inwardly and relished the idea of her luscious ivory breasts producing mothers' milk for a sweet little black baby.

"Uh, ye-ah," I said as I covered my hair with a towel (zing!).

Jacquie timed this weekend to coincide with her ovulation and should now be pregnant. Until recently, I was on the pill, and this should prevent conception from taking place. However, as I learned in sex-ed, whenever a man and a woman have intercourse, there is always the risk the woman can become impregnated and carry a baby in her belly for nine months!!

Thus, even though I was having a lot of fun teasing Jacquie about the changes that would soon be happening to her body, at the same time, in the back of my mind, I couldn't help but think about it happening to me.

We came out of the bathroom wrapped in white towels. DeShawn and Abdi were already wearing swim shorts, ready to go for a dip in the hotel pool.

Jacquie pressed her finger into DeShawn's chest and said, "I really like you. What you did to me last night was amazing."

DeShawn grinned, "Hmm.. I wonder how them lips taste."

He took her in his arms and gave her a deep morning kiss, eliciting a soft moan from the lanky blonde. She responded by sucking on his big fat lower lip, gently, as though she was sampling nectar on a delicate petal.

"I'm not sure which one of you I like better," Jacquie said lustily before asking, "Monica, which one of these black studs do you want beside you in bed tonight?"

"It's impossible to decide, I like them both," I replied with a nervous laugh.

DeShawn pulled me into his arms beside Jacquie for a three-way kiss. All of our lips were touching, but I found that Jacquie and I were primarily focused on kissing DeShawn. Our mouths may have been equally connected, but Jacquie and I pushed our bodies forward, competing for his attention and enthusiastically tickling his tongue with ours. He moved his head slightly back and forth, returning a morning kiss of pure love for each of us.

DeShawn paused for a second to whisper in my ear, "Tonight gonna be even better, white girl. I got what it is you want, that big nigger dick is the kind of shit you into now."

While the smooching continued between the three of us, Abdi came over and kissed the back of my neck. His lips lingered there, and I felt a chill (a good type) go down my back. While he did this to me, I could sense he was running his fingers through Jacquie's naturally blonde shoulder-length hair. She sighed appreciatively as he began to massage her head.

I should specify that Abdi and DeShawn were wearing the exact same goddamned sexy swim shorts that Daniel Craig wore in Casino Royale! (I watched this movie at a formative age. It was on my first boy/girl date ever.) But these were instead worn by two very dark and very well-endowed black men. And the close-fitting trunks really showed off their "packages."

I'm sorry, hon, it made me excited to get in the water with them.

On the other hand, in the morning light, I didn't feel entirely comfortable being naked around these black men. I'd only just met them. Jacquie must have felt the same way. She slipped on her low-cut bikini bottoms under her tightly wrapped towel and turned her back when she tied on the bikini top. (I know, us girls, we don't make any sense! They had seen ALL of us the previous night!)

Jacquie turned around. Oh my god!! She looked awesome!! Jacquie always looks alluring and carefully considers her wardrobe. I simply adored her colorful Hawaiian-print bikini!

I complimented her, "Wow, Jacquie, you look sooo hot!"

"Thanks!" she beamed, "Where's your bathing suit?"

You had packed my new black high leg one-piece swimsuit. (Thanks for remembering that!) Unlike Jacquie, I would have to drop my towel to put this on. Here I was, once again shy, and I went back into the bathroom.

In my rush, I hadn't closed the door all the way. I slipped on the one-piece bathing suit one leg at a time. I pulled the low scoop back torso of the swimsuit up my body and slid my arms through the cross-back straps. As I adjusted the fit around my small bust, I spotted Abdi's reflection in the vanity mirror, and it actually made me jump.

Abdi didn't even look away when I caught him watching me!! It felt like a challenge, and I stared back at him with equal intensity. I gazed into his hungry eyes without flinching. Truth be told, just looking at him turned me on. Abdi's serious expression was enough to get me going.

I felt silly wearing only my swimsuit in the hallways and elevator. This was a downtown hotel, not a tropical resort. The other three didn't seem to mind the exposure. They didn't blush in the slightest when fully-dressed guests stepped onto the elevator. I was scared someone might say something about our lack of clothing.

The elevator doors opened. We had to bravely cross the hotel lobby to get to the spa. The pool was accessed through the spa facilities. Jacquie has no problem striding across the lobby in only a string bikini. I felt self-conscious wearing my high cut, one-piece bathing suit in front of everyone dressed up to their necks in winter clothes.

They handed me and Jacquie thick robes and slippers at the spa reception. I wanted to arrange a massage or facial, but the prices at the Four Seasons were insane.

Jacquie hadn't registered DeShawn and Abdi. I think she was too embarrassed to add their names to our room. This caused some confusion at the spa reception. Finally, they agreed to also give bathrobes and slippers to the black men. All in all, it was an awkward situation. I had really wanted to avoid any unnecessary attention.

Jacquie had already slipped the black guys our extra keycard, which they could use to access the men's locker room.

I could not believe the level of luxury in the women's locker room!! The locker room contained its own resting lounge, steam room, and sauna. All of the materials felt solid and posh.

The design of the pool area seemed especially grand. Roman-columns surrounded the pool, and above that was an expansive dome. It really felt like we were in isolated tranquility. There were sweeping views of the city around us through the large windows, but we could barely sense the outside world.

I must say, I was feeling super relaxed as we stood waiting on the pool deck. The two black guys ran up behind us, picked us up, and threw us into the water. DeShawn doubled over laughing. We hadn't seen them standing by the wall.

Jacquie looked pissed. She mouthed a silent "fuck you" at the two black men.

They didn't acknowledge her reaction and jumped in the water right after us.

"That was not funny," I said as sternly as possible and slapped Abdi across the face as he was the one who had tossed me into the water.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... cool yo' feisty latina ass down. You know you look cute when you mad, it shows yo' lil dimples," Abdi shushed.

Abdi knew how to pacify me with these honeyed words. Jacquie also appeared less angry. She turned to me and suggested, "Chicken fight?"

DeShawn looked back and forth between us and asked, "What y'all talkin' about?"

Jacquie shot him a "you've got to be kidding" look.

"Yo, what makes y'all think we play that shit before?! Cuz like we was havin' pool parties all the time in the projects??" DeShawn jeered.

The exasperated sarcasm in his voice made me laugh out loud. Jacquie's expression must have touched a nerve.

"Okay," Jacquie said somewhat dubiously as she began to explain the popular pool game, "I'm going to hop on your shoulders, and Monica will likewise climb on top of Abdi."

"Yeah, I like that shit. Then what we do?" DeShawn asked.

"Then," Jacquie continued quite dramatically, "our job is to stay atop our mount and propel our rival pair's top into the water, knocking them off the shoulders of their partner."

"Of course, there should be no unnecessary girlie roughness such as scratching, hair pulling, slapping, or any kinda catfight type maneuvers," I added.

Abdi and DeShawn probably wanted to see some catfight action.

DeShawn declared earnestly, "Ima tell ya hoes how to play it. You ain't gotta deal with none of these rules no more. It's gonna be no holds barred today!!"

"Umm," Jacquie hesitated, "we'll see about that. The bottom's job is to navigate around the pool and watch out for changes in the water depth and balance the girl on his shoulders, only the tops fight, the guys don't make contact."

"Monica, you my bitch, right? Git on up an' ride," Abdi instructed.

Abdi got down in the water and lifted me effortlessly. DeShawn grabbed Jacquie and swung her onto his shoulders. This was the first time the four of us were together in daylight, emphasizing the full contrast in our skin tones. At the risk of sounding conceited, we were two smokin' hot white chicks perched atop two giant black dudes whose bull-like facial features were the type of ugly that women find so attractive. It was fun to show the world this astonishing sight.

Anyone who witnessed this would have so many silent questions about this particular combination of individuals: Which couple came first, and were they to blame for the other pairing? How did they meet? How did they start going out with each other? Are their families happy about it? Is it true what they say about black men?

I whispered flirtatiously in Abdi's ear, "Giddy-up, giddy-up horsey."

It'd been a long time since I was in a chicken fight. Seriously, this is the water sport beloved of anyone with hormones still stirring in their body. As I sat atop Abdi, I remembered how personal the "tops" end up getting with the "bottoms." My crotch was nestled up against Abdi's strong neck muscles. Jacquie's pelvis was also snug upon the back of DeShawn's bald-shaven head. I lightly touched Abdi's cornrow braids, while my other hand rested on my own thigh. Between my legs was the sight of Abdi's muscular, bare chest, water droplets dancing across the surface of his onyx skin, and it was almost more than I could take.

I silently prayed we could stay conscious while having so much physical contact with these cute black guys. Not only does a pool chicken fight provide a venue for new or renewed intimacy with a beau or prospective partner, but it is an excellent opportunity to ceremoniously punk that chick with whom you secretly have your competitive itch-on. I'm so used to Jacquie being the more dominant one in our friendship. Perhaps there was a part of me that wanted to knock Jacquie off her pedestal.

The situation brought back memories of high school. You remember I told you about Jeff, the boy who lived up my street, who I ended up dating in my senior year? I don't think I ever mentioned that he had an above-ground pool, and on more than one occasion, I snuck out of my parent's house for a nighttime pool party. This was the crowd I was hanging out with when I honed my skills at "shoulder wars" and gained a well-deserved reputation as an aquatic badass. Of course, this was before I went away to BU and met you or Jacquie.

Unlike my immigrant father, who operated a stamping press in a factory, Jacquie's daddy was the president of a large regional bank. She was a rich girl and grew up in a mansion within a gated community. I'm sure she got into all kinds of hijinks in her heated inground pool with friends from her elite prep school.

So, while I wasn't sure of Jacquie's skill level, I was confident that I knew what to do. I reminded myself that a chicken fight is more of a grappling exchange, so balance and flexibility are crucial.

While teetering on top of our partners, Jacquie looked me square in the eye to discuss the other inevitable aspect of the game.

"You can only win by pushing me into the water. You can't win by tearing off the top of my bikini," Jacquie warned.

"Why not?" I protested with mock outrage.

"Monica, it's not fair," she answered, "you're not wearing a two-piece. Besides, we're in a nice hotel and..."

Abdi didn't let Jacquie finish the sentence. We started moving towards them. I had my hands outstretched like talons. Jacquie didn't seem intimidated in the least. She had a playful, wicked smile on her lips. My calves pressed into the side of Abdi's black chest, and my feet were turned inwards around his lower back. I was ready for a fight.

We came at them with full force, almost knocking Jacquie down immediately with one quick twist of her arm, but DeShawn held her tight and steadied her, enabling her to grab ahold of my wrists. We locked arms like elk locking antlers and tried to push each other off balance.

I squeezed my legs into the side of Abdi as I tested Jacquie's strength. This was when I realized that I was the stronger one of the two of us. I've gained a LOT of muscle since I joined CrossFit.

Still, it was not easy beating Jacquie. We shoved, pushed, and pulled, but neither of us went anywhere. My opportunity to break the stalemate came when DeShawn reached for Abdi, releasing his grip from Jacquie's right leg, I then grabbed Jacquie's leg and sent her flying backward into the water, taking DeShawn down with her.

We cheered as our foes emerged from the water, sputtering and yelling.

"DeShawn, you idiot! Why'd you let go of my leg?" Jacquie shrieked.

In anger, Jacquie tried to push DeShawn back down into the water. He didn't budge. As a reprisal, DeShawn swam at Jacquie like a barracuda, causing her to screech and try to swim away. He caught her by the waist and submerged her. After what seemed like an eternity, DeShawn let her resurface. Jacquie completely ignored the fact that she had practically drowned.

"Okay, let's go, you two!" Jacquie yelled. "Time for a rematch."

The chicken fight quickly escalated from a friendly match to something a little bit more vicious. We hadn't bothered to outlaw scratching, hair pulling, biting, or punching. It's sad but true that we did all of these things. I tried my best not to draw blood.

During the second match, I discovered Jacquie's fatal weakness, and I was able to successfully repeat the same technique over and over, grabbing my rival by the shoulders and applying the people's elbow, directing Jacquie off her perch to the perilous waters below... I confess, aside from childhood wrestling with my brothers (which does not count), this was the closest thing to a real fight I had ever been in. Abdi was tall, trustworthy, and steady beneath me, and I was merciless. Ah... the thrill of victory! We won six more times in a row.

DeShawn swam over to the side of the pool and slapped down a small handful of twenty-dollar bills. It appeared to be the same cash that Jacquie had paid him the previous night.

"Yo, dawg, let's make this more interesting," DeShawn barked.

"You're on motherfucker," Abdi shouted back, digging out a hundred-dollar bill from the pocket of his compact trunks.

Jacquie climbed back onto DeShawn's broad shoulders. I repositioned myself so that my groin was pressed right up against the back of Abdi's black neck. We circled the other pair until DeShawn unexpectedly bull-rushed us. I once again tried to grab Jacquie's arm, but DeShawn sidestepped us and kicked out Abdi's knee. Abdi crumpled into the water and dragged me with him. Jacquie was eyeing both of us as we came to the surface, eagerly anticipating our reaction.

Abdi slapped the water and yelled, "Fuuuck!"

I moved away from him, across the pool. Soon a pool attendant was yelling at us.

"Ma'am," he said to Jacquie, "please get down."

The hotel employee claimed that we were violating the rules of the pool.

Visibly disappointed, Abdi groaned, "Ohh shit. Yo...what now?"

"How about we play 'sharks and minnows'?" I suggested, hopefully.

Abdi started as the "shark" and the rest of us as "minnows." The only rule was that the shark couldn't catch the minnow if their head was totally under the water. There were lots of close calls, but every time Abdi got close, I dove down to the bottom of the pool and evaded capture. As the winner, I got to be the shark for round 2.

Unfortunately, during my turn as a "shark," I couldn't catch any of the "minnows." Let's make one thing clear: I'm a runner, not a swimmer. Also, the game is much better when there are more players in the pool. When I finally cornered DeShawn in the shallow end, he stopped to face me menacingly and said, "Naw! Be's real, I'm tha shark."

I hesitated for one second, and that was all it took for the predator to become the prey. I turned around and raced away from DeShawn. From that point forward, it devolved into a game of water tag.

DeShawn made up some elaborate rules for a new game resembling football. The black guys would take turns chasing us around the water and grab our ass (2 points), tits (3 points), or cooch (6 points). They even shouted, "touchdown," whenever they scored six points. The ladies could win a touchdown of their own by swimming to the other side of the pool and back without getting caught (or, as the black guys called it, "tackled").

Invariably, when Jacquie or I were caught, they'd reach into our swimwear and grope us before our eventual release. We'd swim back to our side of the pool as quickly as possible.