Good Neighbor Sam Ch. 02

Making his mark

Sam drove Suzi to the tattoo parlor across from the post office. She was apprehensive, and Sam sensed it, so he held her hand tightly as he led her into the shop. Zeke the tattoo guy greeted Sam and said, "So, she's going to get a Queen of Spades, just above her left nipple, right?"

Sam answered in the affirmative. Suzi thought that Sam must have spoken to Zeke in advance, telling him what she was getting.

Zeke told Suzi to take off her blouse and her bra and to sit in the chair. As Zeke applied the stencil to her breast Suzi squirmed and she had a tentative look on her face. When Zeke was ready to inject his ink he held the tattoo gun a few inches from her boob and asked, "Are you sure you're ready for this, Suzi?"

"I'm just a little nervous," Suzi said, "It's my first tattoo." She then turned her head and looked Sam in the face. Sam was smiling and nodding his head.

"Okay," Suzi said. "Do it. Go ahead and do it."

With that Zeke switched on his buzzing gun and he touched the needle to Suzi's skin, making a permanent two-inch long curving black line.

Suzi looked down and saw the line, then smiled and said, "Well, there's no turning back now!"

Zeke continued his work and in not too long, he wiped away the excess ink and handed Suzi a mirror.

"Oh, my gosh!" Suzi exclaimed, "it's a little bigger and darker than I thought it would be!"

"Don't you like it, baby?" Sam asked. "I think it looks beautiful on you!

Suzi moved the mirror around and looked down at herself, then said, "Yeah, it does look nice. Yeah, I like it. I really do! Thank you honey!" Suzi was doing her best to convince herself.

Zeke asked Sam if there would be anything else.

Sam looked Suzi over and said, "Let's pierce her nipples, and her tongue too."

"What!" Suzi blurted, "pierce my nipples and my tongue?! That might be too much!"

"That tongue ball will feel really good when you suck my cock, Suzi," Sam explained, "and I can tug on your nipple rings when you straddle me."

"Okay, so you want her to get nipple rings and not barbells," Zeke double-checked.

"Yes, rings," Sam stated, looking at Zeke and not Suzi, "gold rings. Big ones."

With a deer-in-the-headlights look, Suzi asked, "can we wait a few days, to give my husband a little time to adjust before I get the piercings?"

"That's nice that you're thinking of your hubby," Zeke chuckled, "Sure, Suzi, I know what Sam wants, so just come back next week, or whenever, and I'll fix you right up. It won't take long at all."

Sam paid Zeke. As they left the shop, Sam again told Suzi that her new tattoo was beautiful and that she should wear a low cut top and no bra when they go to a nightclub or a party so that everyone will know that she's black owned. The thought sent a thrilling chill down Suzi's spine and she knew then that she had done the right thing.

The couple stopped off for a bite to eat before heading home. Sam kept his arm wrapped around Suzi and kissed her a few times sitting at the restaurant table. Suzi enjoyed all the attention but she couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious, being her first time out in public with her new black boyfriend. After lunch, they drove back to Sam's place and both headed straight up the stairs to Sam's bed for an hour-long suck and fuck session.

After their fuck, Sam put his hand on Suzi's shoulder and asked her if she'd figured out how she was going to tell Gil.

"I've been thinking about it a little," Suzi said. "My new tattoo should get the conversation started. Then, if Gil doesn't walk out the door, or he doesn't throw me out on my ass, I'll suggest that we all have dinner on Thursday and I'll let him know that, afterwards, you and I will be using the bed together. I know him, and he's not going to like it, but hopefully I can get him to go along with it.

"That sounds like a plan," Sam reassured her. "Telling the husband is never easy," Sam spoke as the voice of experience, "but it always seems to work out for the best. You'll see, baby."

"I hope so," Suzi said as she slipped back into her clothes.

Suzi made it home just a few minutes before Gil arrived and felt pretty naughty, greeting her husband with a hug and kiss while feeling Sam's cum dribbling from her twat. She slipped away quickly to clean up a little and change clothes.

She's full of surprises

Suzi managed to conceal her new Queen of Spades tattoo from Gil that night and the next morning by saying that she didn't feel well and had "the chills." She wore a granny nightgown and a bathrobe as part of the ploy. As soon as Gil left for work in the morning, Suzi stripped off her robe and nighty and stood in front of her dressing mirror, studying the symbolic body art that was now a permanent part of her breast. She turned and twisted, admiring her reflection and confirming in her mind that she loved the look! She also found herself yearning for Sam's big black cock and even thought of calling him to see if he could move up their scheduled sex appointment, but then decided she should wait until Thursday evening as they had planned.

Suzi swallowed hard and decided that she would reveal her tattoo and her infidelity to her husband that night. As much as she didn't want to tell Gil she knew that she had to do it - either that or cancel her date with Sam. And besides, the tattoo on her tit would require some explanation. Suzi's hand slipped into her sopping pussy slit and reinforced in her mind that fucking Sam was priority one, even if it meant mentally crushing her beloved husband and wrecking their marriage.

When Gil got home from work Suzi said she was feeling better and tried to behave normally, wearing a casual top and sweat pants. Throughout dinner and the early evening, Suzi couldn't stop thinking that her flimsy blouse was the only thing shielding her Queen of Spades from her husband's view.

When Gil suggested that they both turn in for the night Suzi responded with an "okay" and braced herself for the fireworks that she was about to ignite. Inside their bedroom, as both routinely peeled off their street clothes, Gil jabbered about a meeting that he was going to have at work. Suzi pretended to listen but could hear nothing but her own pounding heart as she quickly pulled her top off and unfastened her bra.

"What the hell is that on your boob?!" Gil shouted the instant he spotted the jet black spade symbol.

"It's a tattoo," Suzi answered, trying to act somewhat nonchalant. "I finally got a tattoo."

"On your tit?!" Gil exclaimed. "You got your tit tattooed?! Suzi, what the hell?!"

"Well," Suzi began defensively, "You've been wanting me to get a tattoo, and now I have one."

Gil stepped toward his wife and stopped inches away, then slowly lifted his hand and ran his fingers over the design, which was still slightly raised on her smooth skin.

"It's a spade sign with a white Q in the middle," Gil said, stating the obvious. "Is it supposed to mean something? Some kind of Asian thing?"

Suzi was astounded that her husband didn't know what a Queen of Spades was. As naïve as she was about some things, Suzi at least knew about the Spades tattoo, although she'd sometimes wondered whether it was an urban legend or something that women actually wore.

"What the hell is it supposed to mean, Suzi?" Gil demanded. "Why couldn't you just get a tramp stamp on your back like everyone else? That's all I ever wanted you to have."

Suzi thought to herself "here it comes" and had to mentally command her mouth to open and speak. "It's sort of a status symbol," Suzi found herself saying before chastising herself and resolving that she needed to be more honest. "It's for women who like to have sex with black men."

Gil's mouth dropped open and he automatically responded with "Why would you want... What does that have... What are you telling me?"

"I'm telling you that I like sex with black men," Suzi quietly admitted. Then, realizing that she was sounding like a slut, she added, "Not all black men, plural, but just one black man, really."

"Oh that's better!" Gil snarled. "You're telling me that you're not fucking every nigger in town, just one certain jigaboo. Who is it, Suzi? Who are you fucking behind my back?!"

"Sam, our next-door neighbor," Suzi replied with her head turned away.

"Sam?!" Gil shouted as he jumped to his feet. "Good old Sam! The guy who was so nice to everyone at our party!"

Gil reached for the pants he had dropped on their bedside chair and began to step into them.

"I'm going to fucking kill him!" Gil declared.

"No, no!" Suzi pleaded as she burst into tears. "It's my fault, honey. I wanted him. I wanted to fuck him! I wanted to see if everything they say about black guys was true. I never meant to hurt you! Don't go after Sam! You're the one who'll get killed!"

Suzi put her face in her hands and sobbed.

Gil pulled the pants off his feet and angrily threw them at the bedroom wall. He took a minute to regroup mentally and realized that he was not going to have a physical confrontation with Sam. Suzi stopped crying and just sat there, mostly naked with her boobs hanging out proudly, waiting for her husband to do or say something. Gil looked at her and spoke.

"Suzi, that tattoo on your breast is permanent," Gil said. "It marks you forever, and it tells me that you're going to keep fucking Sam, or some other black guy, forever. Tell me if I'm wrong."

Suzi took a deep breath and exhaled in a long sigh. "You're right, sweetheart. I love you with all my heart but I am going to keep fucking Sam. I can't help it. I won't stop and I'm not going to lie and say I that I will. I'm already addicted to his big black cock. I never knew sex could be so good, so amazing, and my body craves it now. I need - I mean I totally need - to have more"

Suzi added, "Kelly's husband Bill knows that she fucks Sam and he's learned to live with it. The same for Heather and Claire and Monica. They're all happy, really happy, and we could be too."

"Well, I'm not happy and I can't accept it," Gil said. "If I told you that you can have Sam or you can have a divorce, which would you choose?

Tears again started trickling down Suzi's cheeks and she pleaded, "No, no! I don't want a divorce! I love you. We can make this work! Give me a chance to show you that we can make this work! No one will ever love you more than me. Our marriage is worth taking a chance on, isn't it, Honey?!"

When Suzi told him that no one would ever love him more, it resonated in Gil's mind and his heart. He'd always considered himself to be the luckiest guy on Earth, being loved by a woman as beautiful and exotic and fun-loving as Suzi. If the other men in their neighborhood had found a way to tolerate their wives having sex outside of marriage maybe he could too. Or maybe not.

"What's your plan for making this work, Suzi?" Gil asked stone-faced as Suzi dried her eyes.

"It's not a formal step-by-step plan, honey - more of an idea" Suzi said timidly, "but it seems to me that we should handle this challenge head-on. I could fix dinner for you and me and Sam. Then, after dinner, or whenever, I could show you how Sam and I relate to each other in a special way."

"You mean you could fuck him, right in front of me, to see if I can stomach it!"

"Gil," Suzi said, "You're being really crude, but yes, that's the idea. Some men actually enjoy watching their wives have sex with other men, especially black men. I'm not saying that you'll enjoy it, but you might. I know that I've put our relationship in jeopardy. It's entirely on me. But I'm asking you to break bread with Sam, face our new reality, and see if we can save our marriage."

"Any idea when we should have our little dinner and sex romp with Sam?" Gil asked skeptically.

"I don't know," Suzi replied, (not letting on that she already planned to fuck Sam on Thursday) but how about Thursday evening?"

"Thursday?" Gil said incredulously. "The day after tomorrow? You don't want to waste any time, do you?"

Taking a little risk, Suzi acted a tad indifferent and offered, "We can make it next week, or next month, but I thought you'd want to clear the air sooner and not later."

"Yeah, good point," Gil said nodding. "Let's settle on this Thursday before I come to my senses and change my mind".

Suzi moved in close to Gil and gave him a hug. "Thursday it is, then," she said. "We'll make this work, sweetheart. Just don't ever forget - whatever I have with Sam is just plain sex. You're the one I love with all my heart, and I plan to love you, and keep you, forever."

Still hugging Gil, Suzi reminded herself that fucking Sam's big black cock could never, ever really be "just plain sex".

Dinner and dessert

On Thursday morning, Suzi and Gil went about their usual routine, pretending it was just another weekday, not the day that Sam was scheduled to come to dinner and have Suzi for dessert. As Gil walked to the door to leave for work Suzi followed him. She kissed him goodbye and said, "Let's try to make the most of tonight. For all of us." Gil nodded and walked out the door.

Suzi felt lots of emotions. Mixed emotions. On the one hand, she was counting the hours until she would have Sam's big black cock back in her pussy where she increasingly felt it belonged. On the other hand, she was worried about her husband, concerned that he might not behave himself.

Suzi wanted to keep busy to make the time pass faster. She went to the nail salon to have a manicure and pedicure, settling on a bright red polish for her fingers and toes. She went to the hairdresser, not to shorten her silky long black hair, but to just trim her bangs and a few jagged ends. Then she went shopping for a new top and skirt for this very special occasion. Finally, she sent Sam a text message that read We're on for tonight. Dinner @ 7. Fucking @ 9. ;-)

Dinner was to be at seven o'clock. Gil would get home around six. Suzi wanted to start cooking at around 5:45, then she would slip into her new clothes. When Gil arrived home at 6:15 Suzi was pleasantly surprised by his upbeat demeanor.

"Wow, you look gorgeous!" a smiling Gil told Suzi as he entered their home and saw her working in the kitchen. "You must really want to look nice for Sam."

"I want to look nice for both of you, honey," Suzi said, smiling herself.

Then, with acid in his tone, Gil said, "I see you bought a new blouse. I figured you'd just want to go topless so we could all admire that new tattoo on your chest while we eat. I mean, you're not going to be in your clothes for long anyway, right?"

Suzi instantly became furious and her face showed it.

"Look Gil," she spat, "If you can't be civil I'll just shit-can dinner and Sam and I can fuck all we want at his place! But I'm more convinced than ever that we need to do this. The three of us need to do this, together. Are you onboard or am I going to leave here, right now?!"

"Okay," Sam muttered. "You're right, although I think it's more a matter of getting it over with. You can't expect me to like this - this thing we're doing - but I'll do my best to be polite. I know that you and Sam are going to do what you're going to do with or without my acceptance, so I'm sort of curious to watch it all play out. If it's okay with you I might even take a few pictures."

"Allllright," Suzi said slowly. "I wasn't expecting that. Let me see if Sam is okay with a few pictures."

In actuality, Gil was still undecided about whether he wanted to divorce his unfaithful wife. When he mentioned to a lawyer friend over lunch that he thought Suzi was having an affair the attorney advised him to document everything and get photographs, if possible.

Sam arrived promptly at 7 pm, ringing the doorbell. Gil answered the door, said hello, and allowed Sam to enter, noticing how much bigger Sam was than him as they brushed past each other at the threshold.

Suzi had a big smile on her face as she stepped from the kitchen to welcome their guest.

"You look beautiful, Suzi!" Sam said as Suzi approached. Suzi sensed that Sam was going to kiss her and discreetly nodded her head "no". Sam picked up on her cue and gave her a brief and friendly hug.

"Have a seat, Sam," Suzi said cheerfully, pointing to the couch. "Gil, I already have some wine. Would you pour a glass for Sam and you? Thanks, honey. I'll be done in a few minutes. I'm just waiting on the rolls."

Sam accepted the wine glass from Gil, and after taking a sip, he spoke toward the kitchen, saying "let me know if I can help you with anything, Suzi."

"That's okay Sam, sweetie, but I've got everything under control," Suzi called back.

Suzi's deliberate use of the word "sweetie" did not go unnoticed.

With his voice raised, Gil said, "If you do need any help, Suzi, sweetie, you can let me know."

A few minutes later, Suzi announced that dinner was served and summoned both men to the table. After all three were seated, Sam raised his glass and said, "how about a toast to all of us being friends?"

"Yes!" Suzi enthusiastically agreed while raising her glass. "Good friends!"

Gil paused just a moment before lifting his glass off the table and grudgingly clinking it, first to his wife and then to her dark lover.

The trio ate slowly, picking at their plates and chewing thoroughly while making small talk, mostly about the food and how well Suzi had cooked it. Actually, they were doing more drinking than eating. Suzi asked Gil to open another bottle of wine, one of the big 1.5 liter Chardonnays. Gil came back to the table and refilled everyone's glasses.

The leisurely drinking and eating went on for about 20 minutes.

"There's a great little place near here that serves amazing Sushi," Sam said. "You do like Sushi, don't you Suzi?"

Suzi laughed out loud and said, "Of course I like Sushi! But I think Gil likes it even more than I do, don't you honey?"

Gil responded with "So at what time tonight do you two slip off to the bedroom to fuck each other?"

"There's no timetable," Suzi retorted immediately, locking her fiery eyes with her husband's across the table and stating, "But, don't worry, honey, Sam and I are definitely going to fuck each other tonight."

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of your wife," Sam said calmly while reaching for the basket of dinner rolls.

Suzi couldn't help but smile widely and she made no effort to hide it. Gil moved another forkful of food into his mouth.

There was more small talk, and when dinner ended, Suzi reached her hand across the table and gently touched it to Sam's. Smiling, Suzi spoke directly to Sam, saying "now save some room for dessert. We'll have it later."

Then Suzi stood up, started stacking the soiled plates and told Sam and Gil to make themselves comfortable in the living room. Both men picked up their wine glasses and headed toward the couch. Sam sat down on the right side of the sofa and Gil seated himself on the left. Suzi then sashayed into the room and sat dead-center on the couch, not touching either of her men.

There was more chit-chat between the three, mostly about how there was nothing good to watch on TV even though they had hundreds of channels.

Then out of the blue, Gil turned toward Suzi and asked her if she was ever going to kiss her new lover.

Suzi was slightly annoyed at Gil's interjection and decided that that moment was as good a time as any. She shot her husband a momentary glare then turned her head and brought her lips to meet Sam's with Gil looking on from two feet away. For the rest of the evening, Sam would be Suzi's partner. Her husband was just an observer.

The kissing started with noisy little lip-smacking smooches and progressed to prolonged lip locks. Suzi was the first to poke her tongue out and she slowly wiped it over Sam's thick lips. Sam extended his tongue too and they both opened their mouths wide and French kissed. At one point, Suzi opened her eyes and looked toward her husband, who was watching intently. Suzi and Gil's eyes locked on each other for a few seconds until Suzi ended their gaze with a very obvious and devilish wink. The trepidation Suzi had felt about becoming intimate with Sam in her husband's presence was now morphing into a thrill ride for her.