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I Call Him Mr. Tibbs

By: dsoul



There came a rustling sound followed by my wife's moaning voice. The sound of that voice whenever it moaned was much too familiar to me; it always got me going anytime I listened to it. The room was dark and I lay there on my back beside the bed trying to adjust my eyes to the bedroom's darkness. Beside me the bed was shaking. I heard what sounded like kisses. It was followed by a loud smack, then the sound of my wife bursting into giggles.

It was late in the night. The glowing dial of my watch stated the time as 02:27 a.m. My wife was in bed with her lover, Mr. Tibbs. He was a black man in his mid-thirties, tall and with an impressive athletic stature like that of an NBA player, and bore an uncanny resemblance to that famous Black actor Sidney Portier—I guess that's why he gave himself that name. I was lying on my back on a camp bed I had laid out beside the bed, wearing nothing but my boxer shorts. I lay there and went on listening to them, to the sounds they were making. My breathing was growing heavy with excitement, and I could feel my 'little man' starting to grow hard inside my shorts.

"You want me again, babe," came Tibbs' bedroom-like tenor voice.

"Ohhh yeah," answered Hailey, my wife. It was followed by the sound of more kisses. I lay there and tried imaging which part of his body her tongue and lips were wetting. "I want you all the time." Her voice was low and sultry. "I hope you've got more juice for me. 'Cause I ain't ready to call it a night yet."

"I've got all the juices in the world for you, babe."

My 'little man' stood within my shorts like a tent pole that would never fall and I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking it. My video camera lay on the floor beside my pillow. I'd filmed their fuck session earlier on and now they were playing with themselves, it seemed they were going to have another go at each other. I got the camera and stood up from where I lay and turned the camera on, flicking the night-vision switch.

There was my Hailey, sweeping locks of her short blonde hair off her face when her head bobbed down between her lover's open legs. I moved in closer and watched as her mouth sucked on his huge cock while her other hand cradled his balls. He had two huge set of balls, bigger than any of my golf balls, and a cock that just seemed to super-size my wife's pert lips. She forced her mouth down to swallow him, muttering a groan each time she did. She pulled back her lips and gave his prick a kiss before swallowing it once again. I came around to the other side of the bed to get a glimpse of Tibbs' reaction. He looked at the camera and flashed me a winning grin.

"Your wife's got a nice pair of mouth, white boy," he said to me. "She sure knows what to use it for."

"Yes sir, she does," I replied.

I had one hand holding the camera while my other kept stroking my pecker. This wasn't Tibbs' first night with us, though for every time he stayed in our home, something different seemed to happen. The home that I'd always known since Hailey and I got married five years ago seemed to undergo a different outlook—a different presence—whenever Tibbs was in it. The first time I'd seen that massive tool of his, my jaw had practically fallen to the floor. Every time he whipped it out to use on my wife, I kept imagining how much punishment her pussy would be undergoing ... but the moments I love most is watching him shoot every drop of cum he had in that hole and then letting me to lick it clean. His cum always tasted delicious in my mouth.

I return to the end of the bed filming my wife still working that black cock with all the love in the world. I listened to her moan as she licked her tongue from the bulbous head all the way down to the base, and when she was done, took his balls into her mouth and rolled them over her tongue. She gazed at me, into my camera's eye, fluttered her eye lashes at me then smiled. She looked so beautiful the way she did.

Tibbs sat up and pulled her towards him. Their lips found each other and they kissed fervently, passionately. His hand slipped between her legs and fingered her pussy and she squirmed in his grasp while she kept on stroking his big meat. He lay back on the bed and she straddled him. I stood behind her, still stroking myself, holding back my breath and listening to her groan softly as the head of his prick found the entrance to her pussy and drove inside it. 

"Oooohhhh ...Oooohhhhh," she moaned deeply as his cock went in halfway while she lowered her ass down on him. Tibbs held her ass cheeks aside, pulled his cock halfway out, then drove it back inside her. This elicited further moans from Hailey; she was starting to enjoy herself already. She rested on Tibbs' chest and I watched as she surrendered her body to him. Tibbs took the controls like any brave captain would and proceeded to bang the hotness out of my wife's cunt.

Within minutes her moans became wanton cries as their fucking went on. Her ass cheeks bounced and shook from each slamming Tibbs gave to her. She hurled dirty words at him in-between calling his name. Her words seemed to drive him wild, inducing him towards punishing her cunt further and further.

"Ohh yes! Oh God ... Tibbs! You're fucking me so good!"

"Oh yeah," Tibbs responded amidst groans from himself and the bed suffering under their weight. He spoke to her with a school master's stern voice. "That's it, bitch! Take that dick! Tell daddy how much you love his dick!"

"Ohh daddy!" Hailey growled amidst moans. "Ohh daddy ... I love your fucking dick that's fucking me so very fucking much!"

My hand too was quickening its stroking and I barely knew I too was gasping in time with their fucking. I ran my tongue through my lips every few seconds, not willing to take my camera's eye off from the amateur movie I was filming. I was caught up in the ecstatic work-out I was doing.

At the last minute, Tibbs pushed my wife off him and had her lay on the bed with her face resting on the pillow. I caught a glimpse of his cock, massive and sturdy and wet with my wife's pussy juice. Tibbs never wore a rubber with my wife, though we both knew he was clean. Hailey lay there gasping, still recuperating from the pounding she'd just gotten when Tibbs returned for a second round. He came on top of her and Hailey bit down on the pillow and gave a loud groan. Her hands squeezed the bed sheets and her feet beat a drum-roll on the bed as Tibbs plunged the head of his cock into her second hole. 

I listened to my wife groan louder with each gasp of breath she exhaled while Tibbs, unmindful of the hurt he was giving her, went on tearing her asshole. He too was grunting heavy, but it was nothing compared to the sight my video camera had of watching that shaft of his disappear halfway into my wife's anal hole and then pull back out. He went on fucking Hailey like that for the next couple of minutes until his grunts grew louder and more forced and Hailey too gave a lengthy cry as her lover emptied his load of jism inside her ass. I was stroking myself like mad, watching unflinchingly as he stroked the last traced of dripping cum over my wife's butt and then turned his snarling face towards me.

"Gimme that camera, white boy, and come get to work here," he said.

He wrenched the video camera off my hands before I even got a chance to say something. Though whenever he was around, it wasn't my place to say anything or make any decision-like words; my only rule was listen and obey, and obey I did. I dove for the bed where my lovely Hailey with her ass sticking up in the air, gasping from the bout of ass-fucking she'd just been given. Tibbs brought the camera's light on her ass for me to see clearly and I held her ass cheeks wide apart and drove my tongue as deep into her asshole that I could, slurping my tongue on her lover's juice. Hailey's ass shook in response to my actions and she reached a hand behind her ass and caressed my hair while I burrowed my face and cleaned up every drop of cum that was there.

"Uuhhh ... honey, that feels so good!" Hailey panted in between gasps. 

I cleaned every trace of cum that littered her ass cheeks and when I was done slid my tongue downward to get at her pussy flesh. Hailey had climaxed while being ass-fucked by her lover, and now, with my tongue going to work on her, her body jittered and bounced till she exploded with a second orgasm. This was the way she loved me getting her off. She never ceased to praise my tongue and the way I used it on her. When I concluded my purpose, I left them and rushed into the bathroom and resumed my jerking off. I came in less than a minute, shooting my wad of cum into the toilet bowl; goose bumps made the hairs on my arms and back of my neck stand to attention while I did this. I washed my face in the sink and flushed the toilet before returning to the bedroom.

Tibbs was having Hailey suck his cock clean when I came to join them. He threw my camera back at me and slumped on the other side of the bed, falling asleep minutes later, while I returned to where I'd woken up by the foot of the bed. Hailey rubbed her fingers on my chest, asked me how my cumming had been.

"It was fun," I said, and really it always was for me.

"Did you enjoy watching him cum in my ass?"

"Yes, I very much did."

Although it was dark and I couldn't make out her face, I could tell she was smiling. "I'm glad you liked it, darling. I'll see you in the morning. I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered to her before she turned away from me and went to rest her head on her lover's torso. As for me, I turned to sleep on my shoulder. In my dreams I replayed the sight of Tibbs cumming inside my wife's anal hole and wished it had been my mouth he had cum inside instead. Come later tomorrow, I would transfer the video recording into my computer and download it into the archives of a cuckold forum I'm a member of. Other husbands there will go crazy once they set their eyes on this tape. Other black brothers too will be sending me messages, wanting to be next in line to screw Hailey. She loved the attention as much as I do, though for now I know she'll be sticking with Tibbs till otherwise.

All of these on my mind, I too soon fell asleep.

---------------

Misty Danbridge had her morning cut out for her the minute she woke up: she would go wake the kids up, Tommy and Paul, listen to them grumble as she coaxed them towards heading into the bathroom to shower up before returning to the bedroom to whisper to her husband to wake up. This was the typical way he preferred being woken since he usually spent his evenings consuming glasses of bourbon and sometimes plain Coors with his work buddies down at the Sandpit bar. Having done that, she hurried out of her night gown and beat her husband to the shower. She had little time to put on her clothes, which she usually did while hurrying down the passage to see how well her little boys were going with theirs. A quarter of an hour would have gone by when they'd be in the kitchen with her making breakfast. Her husband, Fred, who when done with his scrambled eggs and bacons usually picked up his cup of coffee and headed to their patio outside to observe the neighbourhood while he sipped from his mug.

Fred Dandrige was a thickset man in his forties with brooding features and a distrustful sense of the word. His cynical nature so ingrained in him, he kept his temper on a short leash and he had a sarcastic word for just about every man, woman, and child on the planet than he could think of nicer ones. He would gladly have preferred some drops of whisky in his coffee but knew that would alarm Misty if she found out. There he stood leaning against the balcony of his patio, sipping his coffee while watching the world go by, when he looked across at his neighbour's home.

There was Kevin Bundlit standing by the front door of his home, looking like the smug tax lawyer that he was, kissing that fine-looking wifey of his (what was her name again? Hailey, I think), saying something to her then leaving her and walking towards his Toyota. Kevin must have noticed someone watching him as he turned to face Fred and waved a hand at him before sliding into his car. Fred had his wave at half mast then feeling stupid, lowered it down and watched his neighbourhood friend reverse out of his driveway then drove off from view. His eyes followed the trail of his car then he returned it to his wife who still stood by the open door ... except this time she wasn't standing there alone.

"No fucking way," Fred muttered to himself, agog, nearly spilling his coffee on his shirt. 

There was his neighbour's wife, Hailey by her front doorstep ... and who was that tall, black man standing behind her, snuggling against her hair? Yes, he was black, Fred was sure of it ... and yes, they were snuggling against each other. The picture lasted only a few seconds before Hailey returned into her home with whomever it was Fred had seen. He was still standing there staring at their front door as if willing it to open once again and for the two of them to pop out, at least reveal to himself that he wasn't actually seeing things, when the front door opened and there was Misty, dressed and ready for work, leading her children out of the house. She noticed the surprised look on her husband's face and tapped his arm.

"Honey, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I think I have," was all Fred could say as he turned to face her. "I seriously think I have."

She waited, thinking he was going to say something else while her kids were tugging at her handbag, grumbling that they would soon be late for school. 

"Oh well ...I'll be back by my usual time. Will see you later." She kissed his cheek then turning to her kids led them towards her grey Subaru. She would drop them at their school before driving to her place of work at the State Municipal building.

***

Fran stood in her night gown with her house coat over it resting her back against the kitchen counter as she struck a match and introduced the flame to her cigarette. She sucked on her cigarette and flipped the match away while she waited for her kettle to heat up on the stove. She was a tall, angular woman in her early-thirties. Her hair was platinum-blonde and cut in the shape of a pageboy's. 

The fury of the sun was heating her backside from the windows, so she left the counter and went to sit at the kitchen table and picked up the newspaper she'd brought into the kitchen with her. She drew an ashtray towards her elbow and crossed one long pair of lovely leg over the other while she opened the newspaper and scanned its headlines insouciantly while sucking on her cigarette. Bored with the headlines, she flipped towards the pages that contained adverts and job searches. Three months ago she had worked as an assistant curator in the city museum, but that due to the city's budgetary cuts, that job was over for her. Her husband, Cleo, didn't seem to be complaining though. He preferred her being at home doing nothing except thinking of getting fat than having her out there earning something. She grew annoyed with him whenever he brought up such patronising type of talk to her, and she knew it was no use arguing the subject with him ...not when he was partly the reason for her wanting to be out of the home often during the day.

There came a whistling sound and she turned in her seat and saw steam smoking out of the kettle's spout. She went and turned it off, then taking out a mug cup from a cabinet, poured some hot water into it to make herself some tea. She was humming to herself while she did this, and it wasn't until she took out the case where they kept the sugar cubes that her humming died in her mouth and what came out instead was: "Oh fuck!"

There wasn't a single cube of sugar in the container.

"Bloody, fucking shit!" she cursed aloud as she continued staring at the empty bowl, thinking maybe several cubes would appear in it. She turned around and inhaled a drag from her cigarette, her mind running riot at what to do. 

Then it clicked in her head—her neighbour next door, Hailey, ought to be home. She would definitely have some cubes to share. Fran smoked her cigarette before extinguishing it in the ash-tray, then tied the sash of her house robe before stepping out of her house through the back door and walked to her left towards her neighbour's home.

There was cut out through the narrow bush that divided their homes and as Fran went past it and approached their kitchen back door, her footsteps slowed as she noticed a strange person in the kitchen. Still she went and knocked on the net door. There was a black man seated by the kitchen table flipping through a magazine, and Fran's first thought was that he was taking a sort of break from fixing something in her neighbour's home ... but then she thought how come he sat there with no shirt on except a pair of jeans and the way he sat looked like one who owned the house.

"The door's open, come in," the black man said.

Fran opened the door cautiously and stood there by the doorway, ready to scuttle if by chance the man happened to be an unwanted someone in their neighbourhood. 

The black man sat lazily on the chair running his eyes all over her. Fran felt naked under his stare.

"Excuse me, is Hailey around?"

"Oh yeah, she is. Just went inside to grab something, she'll be here soon. Care to sit?" he kicked out one of the kitchen chairs for her. 

"No thanks, I'm fine."

"Suit yourself."

Neither of them said anything. Fran's mind was jumping through hoops, asking herself who this black man was and whatever his relationship to Hailey was when seconds later, her neighbour came into the room, startled but happy to see a familiar face.

"Why Fran, hi there." She came forward and embraced her friend. "I thought you said you was going to drop by yesterday?"

"Sorry, I would have but had some cleaning-up in the house to take care of." She indicated with her eyes towards her friend's guest and Hailey immediately got what she meant and pulled her forward.

"Where are my manners, Fran, I'd like you to meet Tibbs, a friend of the family. Tibbs, this here is Fran, a friend living next door."

Tibbs rose to his feet, his height and bulk was impressive and Fran felt really intimidated by her presence. He smiled at her and gave her his hand. "Please to meet you, Fran. Hope I didn't scare you earlier."

Fran shook his hand and said, "No, you didn't. I was only curious."

Tibbs kept his smile on his lips but said nothing. Hailey then stepped into the conversation.

"What's up, Fran? You alone at home as usual?"

"You know how it is, Hailey. Anyway, I was wondering if I can get some sugar cubes from you. I've run out of mine."

"Sure, sure, no problem." 

Hailey went digging in one of her cabinet drawers and soon unearthed her box of sugar and wrapped some in cellophane wrap and gave them to her friend. "There you go. Hope those will be enough."

"More than enough, thanks. I'd better be heading back home, I left something on the stove. I'll see you later." She cast a nervous eye at Tibbs before turning to head out the kitchen door. 

Hailey waved at her as she crossed over to her compound before coming to join her lover. "Hey there, big boy," she sat across Tibbs' lap and entwined her hands around his neck. 

"Hey you," he replied before accepting her kiss. "Who's that fine-ass friend of yours?"

"You mean Fran? She lives right next door to me."

"She seemed kind of shocked seeing me here."

"That's because she hasn't set eyes on you before. She's very warm and nice, you'd like her."

"I think I will. But first, how about us taking care of this fine booty of yours." He caressed her ass under his thigh and she giggled as he stood up from the chair, lifting her up in the air like a bride and carrying her into the house. The sound of Hailey laughing was everywhere.


I Call Him Mr. Tibbs Ch. 02



"Ohhh fuck me, daddy! Yes! FUCK THAT PUSSY, DADDY! FUCK IT!"

I grasped my phone to my ear as if for dear life, listening to the wanton cries of my wife coming from the other end. I was seated in my office, hiding partially behind my desktop computer as if scared that someone outside my office could see what I was doing. Hearing the sound of Hailey's voice, I'd hurriedly gone and locked the door before returning to pick up the phone; a good thing my wife's voice was still hollering from inside it.

My free hand dove into my unzipped pants and I lounged back with my tie undone and luxuriated in stroking myself while consumed by my wife's cries. I was barely aware that I was panting in accordance with my wife's moans. In the background I could hear Tibbs groaned distinctly groaning behind her, smacking her butt repeatedly, telling her to shut the fuck up and take his dick; the sound of her voice snarling and cursing him gave me goose bumps. I pictured them trying to out-screw each other before the battle was over, and my only regret was that I couldn't be there to watch it live. 

It was a good thing she was the one calling me than if I had. How else would I have explained to the company management of the phone charges when they receive the bill? The call did go on for long and I remained in my chair surrendered to my masturbating and the sweet sounds coming from the phone. Minutes later I Hailey screamed out that she was about to cum; I quickened my pace along with her. I caught up behind her a couple of seconds after she screeched her cumming. I groaned and gasped repeatedly as splashes of my cum shot out of my prick's hole and each drop landed on my pants leg. 

I remained like that trying to catch my breath. The line had already gone dead and I dropped my office phone back in its cradle while my heart rate stemmed towards it former state of normalcy. Hailey could have called my cell phone, but she preferred tormenting me with being caught by calling me via my office phone. Her fantasy was that any one of my boss would stroll into my office while I was busy listening to her on the phone and I would be too caught in the situation to want to drop the phone. Clever, naughty girl she is. 

I gazed down on my pants, saw the semen stains that dotted them and sat up from my chair almost as if someone had just lit a fire under my seat. I went into the adjoining rest room in my office, took out my handkerchief and wet it in the sink and used it to wipe off the stains. I was busy doing that when my cell phone on my table started to ring. I knew already it would be Hailey or Tibbs calling. I rushed to pick it up and it was Tibbs who spoke at the other end.

"How're you doing, white boy," his voice sneered at me. "You get off on that fuck experience I just had with the Mrs.?"

"Yes ... yes, master, I did."

"I thought you would. Here's what I want you to do: on your way home in the evening, stop by Dunkin' Donuts or any Waffle House and get us some grub, ya hear?"

"I hear you, master. I will do exactly that. Anything else?"

"Hmmm ... oh yeah, pick up some spare batteries for the TV remote. The damn thing's acting funny. All right, white boy, better get on back to work and make that paper. The Mrs., and I are both counting on your ass." He sniggered before disconnecting the line.

I held the phone before my face, always stunned whenever Tibbs spoke to me. I dressed myself back to respectability then went and unlocked my door before returning to my desk. I tore off a single note from my jotter pad and wrote down the stuff he wanted me to do and pocketed it. 

I returned to my work after that. 

******

The first time Hailey and I ran into Mr. Tibbs was at the company's end of year party. It was Hailey who had spotted him from across the room, asking me who he was and if he worked for my company. She was quite familiar with most of the people in my office and I too was puzzled seeing him there. I told her I had never set eyes on him before. As the frolicking festivities of the evening went on, I led my wife around, introducing her to a couple of my work colleagues as well as my boss. Somehow we found ourselves standing in presence of the black stranger. He had a lady in his arm—one of my company's senior executive's wife—and it was apparent that she'd consumed more alcohol than she ought to. It was her who introduced Tibbs to us. I'd asked him a bit about himself, if he worked for a separate branch of the company as I didn't recognise him around. He was pretty vague with his answer, and it wasn't until two days later that I came actually to know his reason for being there. We shook hands then Hailey and I went our separate ways in the big hall where the party was going on. Sometime later, as the midnight hour approached, I left Hailey's side to go take a leak in one of the rest rooms adjoining the hall and thought I heard a sound coming off one of the dark rooms in the corridor. I soon located the exact door and peaked inside and to my astonishment there was the so-called Mr. Tibbs struggling with the senior executive's wife. He had her bent over a desk, her skirt high over her waist and her panties dangling between her claves while he fucked her from behind. I almost wanted to go in there and see about getting him off her ... but as I stood there dumbfounded, watching the scene play itself before me, I couldn't help not being aroused by what I was seeing. She rested her head on the desk, grabbed hold on the desk's edge and cried out each time Tibbs pounded her pussy. Though he still had on his clothes, the way he fucked that woman ...she looked less of a company executive's wife and more like a whore. Matter of fact, it didn't take long for her to start yelling those words out: "I'm a whore! I'm a white upper-class whore!"

I left the both of them and returned to the hall where Hailey had been looking around for me. It was a couple of minutes before we rounded into the New Year, and I accepted a glass of champagne from a friend and just as we all began the count down, I turned my head to my right and there was Tibbs buttoning his shirt and adjusting his collar. He was standing alone, looking like a black giant in the mist of my friends and work colleagues, most of whom ignored his presence as if he wasn't there. I looked around and found the wife he'd earlier being with standing three feet away from him, laughing with her husband as we all watched on live TV the giant ball about to drop on an ecstatic crowd gathered at New York Times Square. The moment it did, bits of confetti fell from the roof and we all cried out: "Happy New Year!" I was celebrating with my wife when Tibbs approached us, smiled, shook our hands again and wished up a happy new year. Hailey must have noticed the flustered look that came upon my face after he shook hands with us and then left, and as we drove back for home, she didn't let up with badgering me about it. 

"It's nothing, honey," I said to her. "He just seems ...somehow familiar to me."

"Do you think he's from out of state?" she asked. "I don't know, but I'll tell you what I'm going to do before the week runs out. I'm going to have a meeting with Karl, that boss of mine whose wife he'd been with, and try and know everything I can about him."

I promised myself that this was what I'd like to do, and in the end, I did find out more about Tibbs that I shouldn't have. 

Hailey was pretty tipsy and while we drove home she couldn't stop rubbing her hands all over me while I steered the car. She talked about how cute I looked in my suite, and her hand went down to my thighs. She leaned towards me, chuckling, and nibbled on my ear lobe while down in my pants, my stiffy kept squeezing to be let loose. We got home in record speed, and I had her in my arms the minute the door flew open. She splattered my face with kisses as up the stairs we went towards the master bedroom. We don't have any kids yet so there's nothing on our part to stop us from being discreet.

We made love that night, although it wasn't until afterwards while Hailey dozed beside me that I confessed to myself that all the while I'd been fucking her, what kept my erection going through the hour we made love was me recalling the image of Tibbs screwing that executive's wife back at the party. I pictured myself there in the room with them watching him give her the rough end of his dick. Amazing, my penis grew back to life as I continued on with this wet dream of mine. The more I pictured Tibbs turning her over and fucking her harder ... taking moments to fuck that pretty mouth of hers with his black cock ... I grasped my cock under the sheets and began stroking it while my eyes remained closed, building up on the exciting dream I was having, careful not to wake disturb Hailey. 

My eyes remained shut. My mind was transported with my hand still working my pecker while I now imagined Tibbs and the executive's wife naked and writhing on the floor. I have never been an artist, not even in college, except my dream was so powerful, so unflinching, it felt real to me. In my dream that night, I vividly imagined Tibbs without his clothes on. His black skin glistened with sweat with his shoulder muscles moved as he screwed the woman who couldn't stop hollering for more. My hand was punishing the foreskin of my cock—I could feel the onset of my pressing from within my balls. I got up from the bed at the last minute and laboured into the bathroom and relieved myself less than a minute later. I came so hard, it felt like I was screwing Hailey a second time. Matter of fact—if I'm going to be honest here—it felt twice better than screwing Hailey.

I cleaned myself up then returned to join Hailey in bed. She didn't miss me as she was still dozing off, and for me my sleep was peaceful. The only thing I hadn't imagined was that from that night on, my life would never be the same again. The following night came and I found myself having the same set of dreams again, and this time I made myself become involved in the fuck-fest: Tibbs would screw the woman and when he'd cum inside her cunt, I would come between her legs and clean her up. All the while I'm having this dream, my hands would be taking turns stroking my prick until I cum. 

It was funny. I'd never considered myself as living the life of a cuckold before, not even once entertained the idea. However the day after that night was when I started exploring the possibilities of getting involved in such. I had a day's break from work and I waited till whenever Hailey was out of the house then I would head downstairs into my library, lock the door, then sit behind my computer and browse the internet to dig more on this lifestyle that was lightning ideas in my head. By the time Hailey returned and I turned off my computer, I felt ... totally different. That same night Hailey and I made love again and I held the image of Tibbs fucking the woman and me cleaning up afterwards in my head for good luck.

******

It was 6:25 p.m., when I switched off my computer and adjusted my tie before locking my office door. I said good night to my secretary and rode one of the elevators to the lobby of the federal building where I worked. I still had the torn note in my shirt pocket and along the way I stopped first at a convenience store to pick up a set of batteries, and then at a Dunkin' Donuts joint to get some edible items before driving straight for home.

It was dusk by the time I drove into my driveway. I parked my car in front of my garage then walked to the front to get the couple of mails sticking out of my post office box. I heard someone hissing at me but didn't take notice as I gathered the mails in my arms. It wasn't until I looked up and saw my neighbour, Fred, crossing the street to come join me.

"Hi there, Kevin," he came to a stop before me, looking flustered. I said hello to him and we shook hands. "I see you're just getting back from work?"

"Oh yeah, I'd have gotten back earlier if I hadn't stopped along the way to get these," I presented him with the Dunkin Donuts bag. "How're things rolling with you, Fred?"

"Fine from my side." He scratched his chin while he spoke. His eyes looked at me cagily. "Ummm ... not like I'm poking my nose in your affairs, but I just have to ask: hope everything's all right with you and the Mrs.?"

"Sure, everything's simpatico with us, no fuss. Why you asking?"

"Well ... I don't know, it's why I was just asking." I patted his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Fred. I'd better get on inside. I'll see you tomorrow."

I left him standing there and went into my house.

"What took you so long, boy?" Tibbs snapped at me like an army drill sergeant the moment I pepped into the living room and noticed him there. He was seated on my favourite couch, looking like the lord of the mansion, while Hailey sat on the couch's arm feeding him sliced apples. He was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else. The TV was on with a basketball game being played.

"I'm so sorry, master," I let go of my suitcase and came and knelt before him with my head lowered like a dutiful servant. "I stopped by a convenience store for the batteries you wanted, and then at Dunkin' Donuts." 

I presented him with these items like a slave before a Pharaoh. Hailey left his arm and came and took the items from my hand and went with them into the kitchen. 

"That's good, boy. Why don't you run along and go get changed. You and I have got some talking to do."

"Yes, master, I will." 

I rose to my feet and went upstairs into one of the guest bedrooms. Hailey and Tibbs, upon his settling in our home, had moved my stuff into the guest room, though I wasn't meant to sleep there. I took off my clothes and stored them away in the closet and after taking a shower wore on my cloth for the evening: white t-shirt with the word 'Cuck Boy' written with a black marker pen on the left breast area, and nothing else; only if it was required that I go outside that I was allowed to dress properly. It was Tibb's home now, and Hailey and I had no choice but to live under his house rules. I trooped back downstairs and went and sat beside Tibb's feet. I remained there docile and obedient while Hailey laughed with Tibbs as she fed him from a plate. His hand holding the TV remote flipped the channel from sports to a movie. Once in a while Tibbs offered me a morsel and I ate from his hand and licked his fingers.

Minutes later he'd had enough food and tapped my head. "Come sit in front of me, boy. I've got something to talk with you about." 

I came over and sat in front of him like a dutiful servant with my legs curled under me. 

"The folks who live next door to you," he indicated which direction of next door he meant. "Who are they?"

"Francine and Cleo Dreshner, master," I told him. "They've been our neighbours ever since we moved in here. Nice couple they are."

"Any kids?"

"Mike. He's ten years old."

"Has she ever been blacked before?"

I thought for a moment. "Not that I know of, master. But if I would choose, I'd say no."

"I think that's something I'd best be putting into action. What do you think, boy?"

"I am ecstatic, master. And if there's any way I can help, I'm always here."

"Me, too," Hailey nibbled on his ear lobe. She slid her hand over his torso, her fingers caressing his exquisite chest. His hand grasped a meaty thigh of hers and I heard her suck in her breath. "I'd love to watch you bed her."

Tibbs turned to her and grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face towards his and kissed her fiercely. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, bitch."

"Very much I would, my master," she cooed before kissing him again. "My darling."

Tibbs got up abruptly and picked Hailey up into his arms as if she weighted less than a newspaper, then looked down at me coldly. "The mistress and I are going to be busy upstairs, boy. Don't come up there for at least another hour."

"I replied, "Yes, master." 

I remained where I was as he carted Hailey away. She smiled and waved at me a second before they went out of the room and I heard his feet climbing up the stairs, followed later by the sound of the door closing. Even from where I was I could hear them fucking, hear the bed groaning above my head and I wished I was there. This was torture not being up there with them.

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It took two days for Misty to come to the conclusion that something was up with her husband. Something seemed to be taking up much of his attention and she didn't like the look of it. Though she had remained quiet and meek about it, but two days later she's groaned when she drove home during her lunch break and found a tripod telescope in their bedroom. 

It wasn't the first time Fred had acted upon his numerous eccentrics, and usually she was apt to be forgiving about it, knowing it took only a short while for him to quit and then return to his former self ... but he'd always promised keeping whatever it he tinkered with on a short leash, meaning away from their home. This, to Misty, was a sign of him breaking the rule, and she didn't like that. Her initial thought, upon seeing the telescope standing in front of their bedroom window facing the front yard, had been to take it out and dump it in the garage. She opted instead to keep mum till he returned home to know whatever he had in mind. 

"It's my latest hobby, sweetie," Fred said to her unconvincingly when he returned home hours later. "I'm going to be doing some star gazing just to keep my mind off things."

"That's some star gazing you're going to be doing if you don't let me in on whatever it is you've actually got that contraption for."

"You know me, babe. I've got an eye for certain things. But if you insist, I'll take it out of the room." He kissed her cheek and patted her backside. "Now, what's for dinner?"

The night came and Misty woke up when she felt her bladder heat up. She went into the bathroom to pee and realised when she returned that Fred wasn't lying in bed beside her. She recalled he had taken the telescope contraption out the bedroom before they retired upstairs and figured he'd be tinkering with it right about now. She slipped her feet into her slippers and went downstairs. 

She found him in the living room. Her hand turned on the light switch but Fred hissed at her to turn it off, which she quickly did. He stood silhouetted against their living room window with the telescope in front of him. Misty thought how ridiculous he looked standing there in his shorts with his gut hanging downward, looking like a beached whale left under the sun. She couldn't believe this was what he'd turned out to become all these years they'd been married.

"Fred," she forced herself not to holler his name for fear of waking up the kids as she approached him. What she really felt like doing was twisting his ear and frog-marching him back upstairs. "For God's sake, Fred, what do you think you're doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he growled at her impatiently, taking his face away from the telescope. He too lowered his voice. "I'm watching the stars, is what I'm doing. Go back upstairs and leave me alone."

She came behind him and looked past his shoulder at where his telescope was aimed at. 

"Oh God, Fred, what the hell are you aiming that thing at Kevin and Hailey's home for?"

"I'd tell you, but you probably won't believe me." He pulled away from the telescope's sight to look at his wife. "Those two have been acting funny, babe. I can't explain it now, but they've got something going on I can't yet put my finger on."

"Whatever it is you feel they've got going on, what's that any of your business to be watching them for?"

Though the room was dark, but Misty could easily make out the furrowed look on her husband's features and knew he was getting tired of her. He almost always was whenever she poked a hole in his amour. 




I Call Him Mr. Tibbs Ch. 02



"Look ... they've got a man in there living with them, that's what. I saw him leaving their place day before yesterday and saw he return in the evening, the same thing yesterday. It's weird."

"The hell has that got to do with being weird?" she asked him indignantly. 

"It's got a lot to do with it because he's black, Misty," he said it triumphantly. "If he were a friend, I'd understand that. But the guy's been staying with them, and that means there's something going on in that house that I ought to get to the bottom about."

"What do you mean 'get to the bottom about'? Since when did anyone make you the neighbourhood Sherriff to care when people do in their homes?"

"Just shut your mouth and leave me alone, Misty!" he snapped at her. "Either do that or just be quiet, would you."

Misty clamped down on her mouth, choked back her words as if she'd just been slapped. She stood there staring at her husband as he returned his attention to peeping out with his telescope. If she'd expected him to apologise she was wrong. Feeling slighted, she turned and returned upstairs to their bedroom. She drew the covers over herself, snuggled with a second pillow between her legs and shut her eyes. She thought she could force herself not to cry, but minutes later she was doing just that.

She was almost falling asleep when the bedroom door came open and in walked her husband. Pretending that she was asleep, she watched him enter the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Her ears captured grunting sounds coming from inside and she was still wondering what he was doing when the toilet flushed then the bathroom door came open and he walked out. He practically strutted towards his side of the bed and plopped himself under the covers. Misty inched further to her side, not wanting to make contact with him. She didn't have to—he came to her. She just about winced when his legs wrapped over hers, followed by his arm. Then came his face breathing on the back of her neck. She pushed his arm away and turned further no her side. He made another pass at her again and this time she didn't hold her words back.

"Forget it," she said over her shoulder. "You're not getting any."

"Come on, babe," he cooed into her ear. "I'm sorry about what I said. You know I didn't mean it." He struggled to pull her over but she relented and pushed away his arm.

"Either you let go of me, or you're going to be sleeping alone, you hear me?" she huffed and pulled the blanket over herself.

Fred remained as he was, clueless. Realising he wasn't going to get anything from her, he muttered under his breath and turned to face his side of the bed. He shut his eyes but ten minutes later he was still awake. Curiosity was burning an imprint in his mind. There was something he just had to do. He knew it was wrong ... but he realised he wasn't going to get any peace of sleep if he didn't do it ... now.

He threw the bed covers off him and swung his legs out of bed. Misty heard him get out of bed but didn't turn around to know whatever he was up to. Fred looked into the closet and took out his pair of trainers' pants and hooded jacket and after wearing them on, he left the room. Misty got up as she heard his feet trundling down the stairs, wondering what nonsense he might be up to now. She rushed to the door and opened it in time to hear her husband turn the lock of their front door downstairs and exit it. She returned to the bedroom and peaked out the window, glad that their bedroom lights were off. 

The neighbourhood was dark and quiet with everybody indoors, except for Fred Danbridge scurrying like a roach across the street towards their neighbour's home. Misty watched as he cautiously hid in their garden walk path, observed that he was staring at something happening in the Bundlit's living room. He looked like a burglar and a peeping Tom the way he hid behind their rose brush.

No longer feeling sleepy, Misty trooped out of the bedroom and down the stairs to where her husband's infamous telescope stood. She peaked through its eye and spotted her Fred peeking into the Bunlit's living room windows. She turned the telescope's eye away from him at whatever he was looking at and gave a short expulsion of breath, more like a gasp, at what she saw: there was a black man in her neighbour's home ... and he seemed to be punishing her friend, Hailey. 

Nah ... he seemed to be fucking her!

Oh my God! So that was what Fred had been viewing all this while.

Her eye went back to the telescope: she circled it about the living room. There was Hailey, leaning forward against the sofa while the black man was ... fucking her from behind. Misty didn't want to watch anymore but she couldn't help it. Her eye remained glued on the activity taking place across her home, through her neighbour's half-drawn curtains, and she was unaware of when she started feeling her hand over her body. Watching as the black man pulled at Hailey's hair ... it was sending frantic signals across her body and she hardly sensed that her breathing was becoming heavy. 

It was with relief that she finally took her eye away from the telescope and scurried back upstairs to the bedroom, closing the door behind her, and jumping on the bed. She drew her night dress over her waist and gasped when her hands felt the wetness between her legs. She was practically gushing with it. She moaned to herself as she caressed her clitoris with her fingers. From her massaging her clit, Misty slipped two fingers into her pussy. Her mind ignited like gasoline fire as her body jerked in response to her fingering quest. She recalled the images of her friend getting fucked in her living room, and the more it did, the more her finger dug in and out of her wet orifice. Her thumb rubbed against her clit; her lips released unstoppable sighs and her head beat either side of her pillow. Her climax came in due time. She lay still on the bed, exhaling her breath in lengthy moans when she thought she heard the door downstairs close. Quickly she drew down her dress and arranged herself in her former position on her side of the bed, turned away from the door a couple of seconds before it came open. She listened to the sound of her husband taking off his clothes and slipped back to his former shorts then coming to join her in the bed. This time he didn't make like bringing himself to her. 



I Call Him Mr. Tibbs Ch. 03



"I don't know how you do it, Fran," Hailey said while she accepted her cup of coffee from her friend. "I'd go crazy if I were you."

"Go crazy doing what?" 

Fran stirred her own cup of coffee as she led the way from the kitchen towards the living room. They sat across from each other. Fran, wearing a flowery dress, curled her feet under her legs with her cup balanced in both hands while her best friend, wearing jeans shorts and a spaghetti blouse sat forward drinking her coffee. Such was a ritual both women shared with each other: every now and then each visited the other for a cup of tea or coffee and catch up on lost times or neighbourhood chatter going about. In this case, Fran had a mental footnote of stuff she wanted to put through her friend and was happy when some minutes ago Hailey had called to say she was coming over. It was a Tuesday morning just like any other.

"You sitting at home all day," continued Hailey. "Doing nothing except waking up, falling asleep, grabbing something to eat, watch some TV, then repeat the same thing all over again till whenever Cleo gets back from work. I don't think I can stand it."

"What makes you think I enjoy it?"

"I don't know. Seeing you in here all day just makes me think so."

"Please, don't let this whole facade blind you. The truth is I'm dying here, Hailey. Sometimes it gets so hard to even think about it."

"So, why not do something about it?"

"Do you think I haven't? I'm still searching through the papers for a job. I've written to a few and I'm waiting to get some feedback."

"What does Cleo think?"

Fran waved a hand above her head dismissively. "Cleo is still Cleo. Very little has changed about him."

"He ought to come take some titbits from my Kevin," Hailey chortled.

"Ha! That's another thing I'd like to get into with you," said Fran, glad that her friend has brought up an opening for her questions. Little did she realise that Hailey was eventually going to bring the topic up regardless if she hadn't. "When are you going to tell me about that black guy I met at your kitchen the other day? I know he wasn't there to fix your air conditioner."

"As a matter of fact, that's what he did," Hailey indicated at her body, laughing while she did. "He's there to fix my pussy's air conditioner."

Her friend looked at her with amazement. "You're serious?"

"Fran, I'm telling you the truth as a friend: I haven't had this much sex in a long fucking time. I haven't been so well fucked than I've been getting since I met him. Every night is like an adventure."

"Is he around right now?"

"No, went off to work. He works as a phone technician at a Phones-R-Us shop over on Garden Street, behind the U. He should be back by noon or thereabouts. Even now I'm missing him."

"I don't believe you. Does Kevin know about him?"

"Of course Kevin knows. Whenever he's fucking me—and I do mean serious fucking—Kevin's always there to watch and later clean me up." She gushed with mirth that surprised her friend.

"My God, Hailey. You've sure hit the big time with this one. I'm in shock right now from hearing you say this."

"Like I said, it beats sitting at home all day doing what you're doing."

Fran no longer had interest in her coffee and lowered her cup on a coffee table beside her. "Where and when in God's name did you hook up with him? But first, tell me his name?"

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"It's Tibbs," I said to Fred. "You've seen that classic Sidney Portier's 'In the Heat of the Night'? That's the same name he goes by."

Fred had never seen the movie, neither did he have an inkling who the fuck Sidney Portier was, but he thought wise not to bring it up. "Is that really his name or some sort of nickname?"

"It's a short form of his name. His real name, he told me, is Tibbins Black. But he doesn't like it. Said back when he played ball in college, a lot of people made fun of him, so he prefers Tibbs."

"And how long for you known him?"

"Going on a couple of months now," I said before taking a sip of my beer. 

Fred was about throwing another question at me when a waitress appeared to take our finished meals away. I wasn't bothered by his questions in as much as I was curious about him throwing them at me. 

We were in a restaurant not far from my place of work, a place I frequented. He had called me earlier in the day asking if we could meet for lunch, that there was something he wanted to speak with me about. From the way he'd mentioned the 'something', I instinctively had an idea what he was referring to. My only misgiving was why it's sort of taken him this while to come forth to ask me these. It wasn't like I was ever going to pretend not knowing what he wanted to meet me about. He'd seemed awkward at first when bringing up the subject, but I'd made it easy for him and cut through the chase, asking if he wanted to know about the black man that was partly living with me and my wife. Fred had jumped like a rabbit when I said this and right away the shifty feeling had left him and the questions started coming.

"How long has he been living with us?"

"It's not like he's living permanently with us, Fred—he's not homeless or destitute, if that's what you're thinking. He's got his own pad across town. Hailey and I just got tired driving all the way, so we proposed he come stay with us every now and then. Makes things much easier for all of us."

"You let him," Fred paused to look around before continuing: "you let him screw Hailey while you watch?"

"You'd get aroused much quicker if you were me," I sniggered. 

"How big is he?"

"A lot big," I answered daringly. "Bigger than you and I."

Fred snorted almost immediately. "That's bullshit."

"As bullshit as watching you outside my window last night?" I said, catching him off-guard. I couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face. "Yeah, I thought that was you hiding behind my rosebush last night. You saw Hailey getting hammered in the living room, right?"

Fred flushed red, embarrassed. He took a sip of his beer to dispel the look from his face. "I was curious, that's all. It's not often you get to see a black face hanging around our neighbourhood. I didn't even know you were there?"

"That's 'cos I was kneeling beside the corner, but I did see you. Sometimes they go down to the park at night and get it on. Though I don't follow them."

"Wow. You and Hailey really have been having quite the fun. All this time I figured you both for Jehovah Witnesses."

"Flattery and sarcasm will get you nowhere, Fred. Admit that you're curious and stop dicking me around like you wouldn't want to know more up close and personal. Hell, you can bring Misty over later this evening and I'll introduce you both. I'm sure she too would be curious just as you."

That wiped the smile off my neighbour's face. "Don't you dare bring my wife into your madness." He took a swig of his beer then got up. "Pretend we never had this conversation." 

He turned around and I remained in my seat and watched him leave. 

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"Oh, I love what you've done to this room, Fran," Hailey remarked after her friend had led her upstairs to reveal the remodelling effort she had done to their guest room which she was hoping to become their baby's dwelling place. Fran was far from being pregnant but was seriously considering motherhood as a sedative to the laxness of being a stay-at-home wife. 

The room had previously bore the same cream paintwork as the rest of the house, but she had covered it up with light pink wall-paper. She couldn't decide if her future baby was going to be a boy or a girl, but preferred pink to other colours. There was a baby's crib in place of a bed and all around were various teddy bears, toys and stuff only a baby would love. Both of them approached the window facing the back of the house gazing out at the row of houses behind. The air that blew through it was warming compared to the sun's heat.

"You really out-did yourself in here, Fran."

"Thanks. But so far it's been a personal thing," her face turned sombre. "Cleo's got his mind all hooked up on work, work, and more work."

"Can I ask you a personal question, Fran?"

"Sure, go ahead."

Hailey pursed her lips before she asked: "When was the last time you and Cleo hit the sack?"

"Being a while," she muttered. Actually it was a long while. Cleo was often too preoccupied with work to think about looking at her anymore. "Do you think he's seeing someone?"

That was the ultimate question; it was one Francine was afraid to confront, even though she knew she ought to. Instead she shook her head. "I really don't know. I've thought about it a couple of times, but I get scared asking him about it."

She wasn't just scared about asking but scared of discovering that she might be right after all, that her husband really was seeing someone else and that amounted to him being away from home much too long. She felt despondent about it. She lowered her face, stifling the tears that were starting to well up in her eyes.

Hailey felt the predicament her friend was caught in and deep in her heart sympathised with her.

"I can do some looking into it if you want me to," she whispered to her friend.

Fran looked up at her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that if you're afraid of wanting to know whatever Cleo might or might not be up to, I can help you out."

"No ... no, Hailey, you mustn't—" she sniffled, wiped tears off her eyes.

"Like hell I mustn't. Look at yourself, Fran: you're in pain right now. The least you can do is get this brick off your chest and find out for real what's going on in your own home."

Fran shook her head repeatedly. "No ... no ... you shouldn't. I'll ask him about it."

Hailey knew she wouldn't but decided not to argue with her. "Just tell me you'll think about it, okay? Can you at least do that for me?"

Fran felt reassured by this. "I will. I'll think about it, Hailey. Thanks for your help."

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Tibbs roared with laughter after Hailey had finished narrating to him the talk she'd had with her next-door neighbour, Fran, earlier in the day. They were in Tibbs' apartment living room. He had pushed the centre table aside and spread a cloth over the carpet on which they lay on naked. It had started raining an hour ago and with the looks of it didn't seem to be anywhere close to stopping. The sky outside was dark and shrouded with grey clouds making it look like it was approaching dusk even though it was a little past four.

"Don't tell me," Tibbs muttered as his laughter died off, "don't tell me she actually said that."

"Well, she didn't actually say it, but I could easily tell. You ought to have been there to see the look on her face. She hadn't been laid in a long time."

"A woman with that hot body that's she's got? The fuck's her old man so caught up with work not to be tapping that ass all night?"

"Not all white boys see things the way you would, Tibbs," she caressed his neck line. "Not all of them have your keen insight of what a good cock can do to a woman."

"A horny white woman," he reminded her.

"Yes, my love. A very horny, raunchy white woman."

"Her man's got to be a dumb ass letting that fine ass walk around all day without getting her groove on. I sure would love to get between those legs."

"And you will, my darling. In time once we've got the goods on her, I feel she'll come around. She said she was pretty scared of you when she stopped by my kitchen the other day."

"Did she now? Too bad. I promise to be gentle next time she stops by. What's her old man into anyway?"

"Her husband Cleo's an executive with Manhattan Chase. Kevin and I seldom see him around either. The man's always travelling out of town."

"Probably moonlighting elsewhere. So what do you think? That he's two-timing his woman and she's too afraid to find out?"

"I really don't know, but she's dying inside because of it. There's a lot of hurt going on inside her. You think there's any chance you can find something about him?"

He looked at her and sniggered. "What you saying? You want me shadowing her man, see if he's got something on the side or not? That ain't my type of job, babe."

"Didn't mean to say that it was, babe. Maybe you know of someone who could help us out. It'll really go a long way to get your big black cock between those legs of hers." she nibbled on his earlobe while her hand slid down his abdomen, past the top of his shorts to cup her fingers round the skin of the black snake between his legs that was becoming awake. Tibbs turned towards her, his fingers traced a line down her chin as she inched forward to touch him with her lips. Their tongues lolled and flickered against each others, ending in a smooch. Hailey extracted his cock out of his boxers; her fingers got a taste of pre-cum oozing out the tiny hole of his cock's bulbous head. She ogled the sight of it: its mushroom-shaped head with the shaft popping with blood veins on its skin, looking like the world's deadliest weapon. Capable of destroying, pulverizing, inseminating, breeding and subjugating any willing wet pussy it came in contact with. How she never ceased to want it so bad. Sometimes she found it perplexing this desire she had over his cock. The sight and smell of him near her always brought out the animal longing in her cunt. 

She slid her thigh over his, letting his hand grasp the soft round flesh of her buttocks as she pressed herself against him; her nose inhaled the musky scent of his cologne as their lips brushed each other's chin. She was in her panties and bra but that was no problem for either of them. He pulled her along to be on top of him. Hailey grind her ass cheeks against his cock, feeling it rub against the under of her panties, getting a taste of her wetness. She reached underneath to grab his manhood.

"This is how I'd love you to take her," she purred as she rubbed his cock's head against the front of her panties. "I want you to have her sit over you like this, take your cock and rubbed it against her pussy just as I'm doing right now."

"Uh-Huh," Tibbs murmured. His hands pushed aside her bra straps from her shoulder, letting her pair of tits drop downward. His fingers pinched her nipples, flooding her with ecstatic currents.

"Ohhhh," she moaned. Her other hand pushed aside her panties and slowly, still rocking her ass on his thighs, introduced his cock between the openings of her labia. A sensuous sigh drooled from her lips, her eyes half shut in expectant delight.

"Then I want you to let her take your cock, push her panties aside ... and slid it into her cunt. Let it go all the way deep inside her."

Hailey's sigh turned into an exciting moan as the head of Tibbs' cock disappeared between her hairless labia region into the sweet chamber that was her pussy. Tibbs held his breath as his cock penetrated her. In most cases he would be taking charge of the situation by now, but he allowed her to have her fun. He was meant to please her after all as she too was meant to do the same to him.

His prick was now halfway inside her and still her moans rose in length. She leaned forward over him, her hair falling over her face, her ass raised halfway up. Tibbs caressed her butt, rolling his finger on her anal hole. She looked down at him with a smile fit enough to light ten candles on fire.

"And like that ... my darling, I want you to fuck that tight housewife pussy of hers like you've never fucked one before. Can you do that for me, darling?"

"That I can," Tibbs answered, now taking charge. "And I will!" Seconds later he was slamming his cock in and out of her pussy and Hailey, screaming out his name, rested her head over his shoulder as he gave her the brunt of his ploughing cock. Her cries mingled with the torrent of rain still falling outside, eventually becoming one with it.

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A scenario of Cause and Effect occurred in the Danbrige's home following the night Fred has spoke rudely to his wife while he spied at his neighbours through the telescope: Misty no longer felt the need of giving him sex. Fred had apparently felt let down by this but seeing there was little in the matter he could do had resolved towards frequent masturbatory actions in the bathroom. His fantasies were typically of the sexual activities he'd observed over his neighbour's window the night he'd peeped up-close and personal the sight of the black man fucking his neighbour Kevin's wife in their living room. Had anyone resolved to inform Fred of how hooked he was regarding that night, he would have growled with annoyance and offered a firm denial. But hooked he was. Just how much was subject to questioning.

Misty was aware of her husband's frequent masturbating episodes in the bathroom. Even in bed when she lay turned away from him she could feel the way the bed shook from his side and knew his hands were busy with himself. The way he struggled to stem down the sound of his grunts too was a necessary give-away, although she sought not to bring the subject up. She didn't want any reprisals from his mouth and didn't think she could stomach it if he decided to bring the matter up. It never failed to intrigue her however, sitting up on the bed, fighting not to laugh at the sounds of dear Fred fighting with himself in the bathroom. 

The morning after the day he'd had his chit-chat with Kevin regarding Tibbs, she'd woken up before him, as usually she did, and found evidence of his masturbatory effort of the night before left unflushed in the toilet bowl. Later in the afternoon when she returned home to clean up the bedroom she'd looked inside the bed cabinet on his side of the bed and found a trio of unnamed DVD cassettes. It was a good thing the kids were still in school after she'd finished her cleaning and gone downstairs to the living room to find out what was in the DVDs. Surprise her lit her face when she played each one of them and found that they were all homemade sex films involving interracial couples. One of them bore the infamous title: CUCKOLD HUBBIES #12. It featured five white husbands each narrating to the camera of how they'd discovered their wives' secret love for black men. What followed their narration was each of the husbands sitting naked by the foot of the bed watching their wives being fucked by sometimes one or several black men, all of them well athletic and sporting endowed penises.

Misty glanced at her watch, knowing the bus bringing her kids back from school won't be passing their street for the next two hours. She perched herself on the centre table with remote in hand and watched the movie. By the time she got halfway towards the third husband's video watching his wife getting double-penetrated by two thick brothers she had pushed up her skirt and was unconsciously rubbing a hand between her panties. Her eyes watched with captivating interest at the sex scenes playing on her TV set. She kept the volume at a steady level, loving the sound of the woman screaming out with lust when the black men kept on fucking her twin holes. Misty wasn't a veteran of watching porn movies though from the way the woman in the picture was hollering she reckoned there was no way that sounded staged. Besides, she was getting fucked in her pussy and anal hole. Misty naively thought that no woman could handle being fucked in the ass. Were that her in the video, with those guys fucking her pussy and ass, she'd probably be screaming for dear life. 

After when she was done watching the movie she tried picturing herself in that scene, smiling with mischief as she pretended that the white man was her Fred sitting there naked, masturbating himself while licking his lips and watching her getting fucked and banged and used out the way those black men used the woman. 

She watched the three DVDs once, then a second time before glancing at her watch, seeing how far the time had gone and how it won't be long before her kids' school bus stopped in front of their home. By this time she was invading her pussy with her fingers, amazed at the same time piqued by the fact how moved she was by the movies she'd watched. She ejected the disc from the machine and took them back upstairs to Fred's part of the bedroom, though she made a mental note to visit them again later. She went into the bathroom to wash herself. Half an hour later a yellow school bus pulled to the curb in front of her home and her kids jumped out of it and ran up the front porch into her waiting arms. *** Hours after she'd fed her children and cleaned them up, Misty returned to her room and lay on the bed and considered in thought just about everything that's occurred about her since finding out of Fred's dirty new hobby.




I Call Him Mr. Tibbs Ch. 03



Misty had never regarded herself at all as a sexually-adventurous type of woman. To her, that bordered between promiscuity and downright cheating on her husband. It was a line she'd never once thought of crossing, although she'd met and stumbled across a few who had. Perhaps it had more to do with how she was raised and the convent school she attended during her college years. But she was seldom a closet-minded woman and had Fred ever been charming enough to explore her well enough he too would long have realised that there was a red devil in his wife just waiting to be let off from its cages. 

She felt protected within the realm of her naivety. She could do whatever she wanted to with herself, as long as no attempt was made to cross her boundary line. Though there have been moments, fleeting moments when she'd been curious to wonder what it would be like to cross the line. What changes would it wrought upon her. But that was before she got married. Now that she was, she felt ashamed that such thoughts, though long buried all this while, were now coming back to haunt her. It was all Fred's fault. Had the dumb ass never wondered to know what the Bundlits were up to, none of this would have occurred to her. She would have carried on with her normal self of being a happy, content Misty Danbridge with two lovely kids and a husband to love. Even if she attempted pushing these pressing thoughts off her mind she knew it would only be a matter of time before they returned to the forefront once again. She could curse her husband all she liked, but it wasn't going to change anything. 

Only one thing would suffice to get rid of these crazy thoughts from her mind, that she knew: she needed to find out all what her husband was so curious about regarding their neighbours across the street—Kevin and Hailey Bundlit.

She and Hailey were well acquainted with each other, though not actually firm friends, but as friendly as good neighbours could be to each other. They'd gone shopping together at the neighbourhood's monthly yard sale down at the park and their husbands had served as neighbourhood watch dogs before. It should be a simple matter of walking up to her and asking if things were going on fine at their home ... or she could opt to enquire more from Fred, but she doubt he'd be willing to divulge any details, what with the way she'd been ignoring him. And anyway, it was none of his business what she did. 

She would keep mum about everything for now. Maybe she was being paranoid for nothing about these thoughts she was having. Misty decided to leave it be for now and see how things went within the week.

Later that night:

Fred was humping and grunting on top of her. They had the bed covers over them and the lights were off as they struggled to make love. Some minutes later Fred began to groan. His groaned turned to a plethora of curses as his hand reached around then came in contact with the bedside lamp on Misty's side of the bed and flooded the bedroom with its light. He was still groaning, muttering under his breath and cursing as he slid off Misty to his side of the bed, clutching his erection while he did as if he was bleeding from it. 

Right away he shot off from the bed and rushed into the bathroom. Misty sat up, naked, watched him go, puzzled. 

"Honey, is anything wrong?" she asked.

"No, no, babe," Fred muttered as he stepped into the bathroom. "I'll be out in a bit." He slammed the door behind him.

From where she sat on the bed, hanging her arms over her knees, she could hear grunting sounds and sighs from behind the bathroom's door. She didn't need to be a genius to know what he was doing in there and she fell back on the bed and switched on the light, boiling angry at the sound of her husband masturbating. She pulled open her bottom drawer beside her and even without the light her hand easily found what she was looking for: an old battery-operating dildo. She tried on its switch, smiled that its batteries weren't dead yet, and tucked it between her legs. She was still far from cumming and the thought that Fred was going to give her something that would perhaps make her change her mind about everything had weighted on the top of her list when they came to bed this evening. She was on the throes of forgiving him for every silly thing he'd been up to lately if only he would drive her up the wall tonight ...

How stupid that felt now. Bastard.

There was the sound of the toilet flushing and seconds later the bathroom door came open and Fred stepped out, happy the light was off, and tip-toed to his side of the bed. Misty was clutching her pillow and Fred heard her moaning voice and what sounded like a whirr-type of sound. At first he couldn't place what it was but seeing the way she was curled away from him, he soon got the idea and the thought was seriously displeasing to him. He inched towards her on the bed, wanting to sweet-talk her back to where they'd left at.

"Hey, babe," he whispered to her, shaking her arm. "Babe, you daddy's back."

"I'm sorry, daddy, but you're going to take a rain check," she mumbled in the midst of her moans.

He waited a little while before trying again: "Come on, babe. I'm sorry I bailed out on you like that—"

"I don't care anymore, Fred. Lemme alone and go to sleep. We'll talk about it in the morning."

Her mind returned to the workings of her dildo.



I Call Him Mr. Tibbs Ch. 04



Oh my God, what am I doing here? Please tell me, God, what the fuck am I doing here?

Fran Michelson Dreshner was never one to utter a curse word, being raised in a tough Catholic home and having attended a Catholic boarding school had instituted that into her heart and soul. Although that's not to say there weren't times when she'd desired to relinquish herself of her moral 'sainthood', as she preferred calling it and simply give vent to whatever bit of travesty she was passing through. Such was one she was having right now.

Two days had passed since her last conversation with Hailey in which she'd inquired about her black lover, the one residing in their home, the same one whose office building she was standing less than ten feet from at the junction of Landover Avenue and Garden Street. She had arrived at Landover two hours ago for a physical check up appointment she'd booked the previously week. There she was, a little before noon, making the short walk towards the underground parking space where she'd left her car when she was about crossing the street and something had made her look up and her eyes then had highlighted the street's name. Still that hadn't caught her attention ... not until a couple of walks further up the road when she's spotted the building complex with the signboard 'Phones-R-Us' highlighting the entrance. So hard to believe and totally unimaginable, and yet there it was. A feeling of trepidation suddenly ran through her and she kept glancing around the street wondering if by chance anyone was paying attention to her movement. Her feet carried her towards the glass door entrance. There were windows around, giving her a good view of the interior, though from where she stood she couldn't make out much. Her palms were sweaty and she rubbed them down the side of her jeans. 

She swallowed her pride and reached for the door's handle and went inside. 

She entered a big showroom with various types of mobile and home phones hanging off the walls on display. There were other people there so she didn't feel that nervous about being in the shop alone, and seated at the counter was a woman wearing a black t-shirt with the company logo displayed on it. Fran pretended to peruse the numerous phones and accessories, before going the counter. The woman seated there immediately became alive as she approached.

"Hi, may I help you?" the lady behind the counter smiled at her.

Fran hesitated, thinking what words to say before speaking: "Yes, hi, there, I seem to be having a little problem with my cell phone, and was wondering if by chance you've got a technician around who would probably take a look at it?"

"Why sure, we've got someone. Just follow the corridor over there," the lady pointed at an open doorway by her left. "Take the stairs to the first floor, and you'll meet someone there who'll attend to you right away."

"Would I need to make a sort of deposit or anything—"

"No, ma'am. Only if your phone's being looked into, and never before."

"All right, thanks very much."

"You're more than welcome."

Fran left the counter and went in the direction the lady had pointed out for her, went up the stairs to the next floor and into a room that almost resembled the one downstairs, except this one had a lot of phone gadgets and posters on the wall. There wasn't anyone in the room and she was becoming agitated once again, cursing herself for ever bringing herself in here on a fool's notice, when an inner door opened and a black man wearing the same company t-shirt stepped into the room. It was the same black man whom she had met at her neighbour's kitchen. 

Tibbs.

Her lips seemed to fall open and for a second she didn't know if she'd just uttered his name out loud or not. Her breathing seemed to take a different turn and as he approached his side of the counter, his eyes locking with hers, her heart gave a flutter that was part shock and fear.

"Good afternoon," he said to her with no hint of recognition in his eyes. "You've got a problem with your phone, ma'am?" he leaned on the counter as he spoke to her, his voice sincere and solicitous.

"Oh yes... yes... I do have a problem with my phone." She rummaged into her handbag for her phone, glad to break the connection their eyes had. She took it out and extended her hand with it towards him, afraid of getting any closer to his masculinity. "The damn thing sometimes tends to go off all of a sudden. He happens like that when I'm least aware of it."

Tibbs took her phone and gave it a perfunctory look-through. "How often in a day does such happen?"

"Sometimes once, twice, and sometimes it doesn't happen at all. But other days it just seems to get worse."

"Has such happened since this morning?"

She nodded. "Yes, it has. Just once."

"How long have you been experiencing such type of problem?" he looked up at her. His eyes seemed to bore right into her, and for a moment she was afraid he'd already seen through the baggage of lies she was presenting him with. Her heart was skipping drum-beats inside her chest.

"Not since last month. I'm wondering if maybe I ought to get myself a new phone or not, but I'd like to know... if maybe it's got a problem with the mechanics."

"May not be with the mechanics, ma'am. Some things are just brain dead or inconsiderate. They usually malfunction at a time when you most need them. My advice to you would be to get yourself a new phone. You need yourself something that's firm, solid, and works whenever and however you want it anytime of the day. Something that's not going to disappoint at any hour." 

Fran didn't realise how close she was to him from the counter. His eyes seemed to hold her mesmerised all the while he spoke to her, boring through her. His words, the sound of his voice, spoke to her very marrow. It was like he could read every bit of her mind. She shook her head from side to side and stepped back from the counter, inhaling a deep breath, breaking the spell. But there already was some apparent wetness between her legs. She could feel it squishing inside her panties. She'd never been this turned on in a long time.

"Yes, well... I think... I think that might be the problem with the phone," she searched for what to say. "Anyway, I was wondering what you might suggest."

"What I'd suggest is that you get yourself a new phone. No use letting the old one getting dead on you when you need it the most. But if you'd like, I can take a look at it and see if I can get it working."

"NO, no, that won't be necessary," she came forward and took the phone from him. She couldn't let him find out she'd only used it as a ruse to come and see him. "I'm in a bit of a hurry right now, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind bringing your phone catalogue over to where I live so I can take a good look at them."

"Whichever pleases you the most, ma'am," he said, not breaking the mode of his eyes on her. He unearthed a pen and writing pad and placed them before her. Fran wrote down her home address for him.

"How soon would you prefer I'd drop by, ma'am?"

"Would tomorrow be alright? Say about one in the afternoon?"

"Fine, I'll see what I can do."

Fran pocketed her phone and said a quick goodbye to him as she went for the open doorway. There came footsteps behind her and her words almost ceased in her throat when Tibbs appeared beside her wanting to see her out the building. Neither of them said anything and once again he said goodbye to her as she stepped out into the afternoon sunlight. He stared at her through the window and watched her walk further down the road then crossed the street. He had a stirring in his jeans that yearned to touch that body.

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Evening came and I was back at my post again, filming Mr. Tibbs and Hailey at each other again. I wore one of her panties and thigh stockings and nothing else and hovered around the bed with the camcorder to my eye as I watched from all angles Hailey lay on the bed sucking on her master's black cock like only a loving wife would. She would look up at me as if to reassure herself that I was still there. She held his shaft to her face, beat it against her cheek, and pucker her lips at me. It was her way of showing what was never mind and what I never would have.

"Do you enjoy filming me, darling?" she purred while she went on teasing me. "Do you see what I've got here in my hand? A big black cock. Nothing resembling that little penis you've got there in your panties."

I licked my lips and seemed to hold my breath each time I watched her bob her head down on his cock. The way her lips slid around his velvety skin, pausing now and then to spit on his cock before licking her tongue up and down his veined shaft like it was a Popsicle sure had a way of getting me going. My cock couldn't stop straining against her panties whenever that happened.

"So tell me, honey," she turned to her master while her hand kept on stroking him. "What do you think about Fran when she came by your office today?"

"She looked like she seriously wanted to get fucked," said Tibbs, lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, enjoying the sight of Hailey playing with his huge member. "You certainly made an impression of her the last time you and her spoke. The way she looked at me, like she was scared I'd come rushing her and taking her right there when she saw me."

"I'd love to be there to watch you fuck her," Hailey murmured as she slid up over his body till her tits were pressed against his face. She squealed as he snuggled his nose and lips upon her tits. I watched him squeeze both of them in his large pair of hands and rubbed his teeth against her erect nipples. "Awwhhh... I love it when you do that to me."

"Bet you'd love it even more when I get that black cock of mine between your pussy lips," he said, then turned his head to grin at me. "I'll bet white boy here too would love it. Wouldn't you, white boy?"

I said yes, I would.

Hailey stood on her toes holding his cock beneath her legs like she was standing a pole and lowered herself down on it. I was standing at the foot of the bed, not wanting to miss capturing this. I watched as she lowered her snatch down on him. I listened as her moan went round the room and dropped to my knees and inched closer to capture the sight of her pussy expanding as inches of his cock slipped further into her. She stopped halfway and he held her ass cheeks and thrust the remainder of his cock up into her cunt. Hailey gave another solid cry. She bent her head and I saw her look down between her legs at the sight of her master's shaft buried halfway into her pussy and she lowered herself some more. 

"Auuggghhhh... that feels so much better," she sighed.

She was wiggling her butt while he slapped his thighs and balls against her buttocks, ploughing his cock into her. Her hair flew every which way while her panting moans rose and fell from her lips. Hailey lowered herself on him. Tibbs grasped her ass and unrelentingly kept on fucking her while she rode him like a deranged rider on a pinto horse. He slapped her ass cheeks; she bucked her hips and picked up speed till they were almost matching each other with their gasping breaths. I went back and forth around the bed, holding the camcorder to each eye while my hands went on stroking my cock. I barely took notice of my own harsh breathing. How I wish I had a cock as big as that of Tibbs. But even if I had, I doubt if I could ever get the same sort of stamina he's got to match a prick of that size. "Fuck me, Tibbs!" Hailey screamed out her pleasure. "Go on, fuck me!"

Tibbs sat up on the bed holding onto Hailey. She pulled her leg forward to wrap around his backside and grooved herself against him, her ass working back and forth over his waistline while their lips clashed. Tibbs still held onto her as he pulled himself up to his feet on the bed and clasped her butt cheeks and went on slamming his cock into her. The sound of his thighs slapping against her buttocks merged with her repeated groans. It sounded like thunderclaps and I came closer with the camcorder, enjoying the sight of Tibb's large pair of balls bouncing up and down like that of a camel's while his shaft went on filling my wife's pussy with ecstasy.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!...

"Ohh... Oh God! Awhhh... Awwhhh shit!" 

Her groaned rose higher and higher. Cum juice poured down her legs. I wanted so much to come onto the bed and lick her juice and suck on my master's balls, but I couldn't until he orders such.

Suddenly our sex feast was interrupted when the front door bell went off. 

I made as if it was the police and quickly turned off the camcorder. Tibbs and my wife lowered themselves back on the bed, both of them panting and struggling to catch their breaths. I fetched a pair of jeans lying on the floor and wore on a shirt but left it unbuttoned. The sound of the doorbell went off again.

"You expecting company, white boy?" Tibbs said to me.

"No, sir. I have no idea who it might be. I'll go find out right now."

I wore on a pair of flip-flops and left them in the bedroom and trooped downstairs to answer the still ringing doorbell. "Hold on, I'm coming," I grumbled, annoyed at whoever it was that could have interrupted our session. I wasn't expecting any company tonight and the thought of who it might be filled my head as I unlocked the door and pushed it open.

It was my neighbours that lived beside me, Mr. and Mrs. Olsen. Ray Olsen had a portly frame and bald head. His wife, Agatha, too was a big woman with a busty chest that was noticeable in whatever outfit she wore, wearing a pair of glasses that made her features seem more round and cherubic like a child that's never really grown an inch from puberty. Except for the pair of librarian glasses resting on her nose, she was pretty enough to look at. She was dressed in her night dress while her husband wore a golf shirt and plaid shorts and though she was seemed sort of unconcerned and uncomfortable standing there in front of my doorstep, hugging herself from the cold wind that was blowing, her husband's features was anything but happy the way he glared at me. My lips naturally curled into a smile, sensing this wasn't going to be a friendly confrontation.

"Hello Ray," I said to him. "Evening, Aggie. How're you doing tonight?"

"Doing just fine, Kevin—" 

Her husband cut in aggressively. "I've got a talk to pick with you, Bundlit, about the loud type of sex noise that's coming from your bedroom window. Night after night the sound of you and your wife fucking and banging against the wall is drilling holes in my head and I can't fucking stand it anymore!"

My eyes glanced past their shoulder at either side of the street, not wishing for his angry burst to awake any of the other neighbours. I indicated for them to step inside away from the cold and closed the door behind them when they entered.

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I'm usually a quiet type of person, and so too is Hailey. Well, at least we were such before we hooked up with Tibbs. We got along fine with our neighbours and all this while reckoned they too got along just fine with us. Had I known our neighbour from across the street, Fred Dandridge, would be taking an interest in me and my wife's new-found lifestyle, I don't know if I would have felt offended by him poking his nose into our private matter or not. As it turned out, I wasn't offended. Rather amused. But with the Olsens coming for a different matter, it looked as if things were either starting to get ugly or totally, unexpectedly different.

I offered them a seat but Ray was too heaved up to do so. He stood there in the middle of my living room still glaring at me with his arms akimbo while his wife sat down and watched both of us as if we were about to go at each other. As for me standing there, my thought were on Hailey and Tibbs and wondering what they were up to and what I was probably missing while standing here about to be pestered by my next-door neighbour.

"Look, Ray... whatever trouble I might have caused you and Agatha, I'm really sorry about it—"

"Damn right you should be sorry," he fumed at me. His features were all red like a tea kettle wanting to explode. "Do you know how long I've been putting up with the sex noise coming from your bedroom window into mine? All through last week—you can ask Agatha here, she'll tell you—we barely got enough chance for a decent sleep."

"Like I said, Ray, I'm sorry about it—"

"You're sorry about it," he sneered at me. "Is that all you going to stand there and say. That you're fucking sorry about it? Do you know how many times I thought about picking up the phone and calling the cops on both of you? That it's your home and you can do whatever you want in it don't give you any right to bug others about your dirty sexual fantasies you've both got going on—"

"Ray, please," his wife reached for his arm. She appeared tired by her husband's rants; obviously she knew such was what he planned on doing and had tried stopping him but to no avail. "Honey, I think Kevin has got the point. Let's just bid him goodnight and go back home."

Ray swung his arm off Aggie's grasp, glaring down at her like he wanted to swipe her with a back hand. "No, I don't think he's got the point. If he did, then all that fucking going on in his bedroom wouldn't be floating into ours, would it?"

My patience was fast ebbing. It was enough that he came into my home complaining about the raunchy sex Hailey had been having with Mr. Tibbs, but him coming into my home talking in such rude manner to my ears was crossing the line and I made him know it.

"Listen Ray, I've heard all what you came to say and I've apologised for it. Now I think you're going way too far with what you're saying, and I don't like it."

He gave me an ironic type of sneer, as if he couldn't believe I'd opened my mouth and spoken back to him. He was practically shouting at me. "Oh, you say you don't like it. You think I give a damn whether you like it or not? Eh, Bundlit? Do you know I can right now pick up the phone and get the police down here to charge you for disturbing the peace?"

I could have exploded right there and then, but didn't wish to make a scene with his wife seated there watching both of us stare at each other with our fists clenched. She got to her feet and tried talking to her husband but he pushed her out of his way, still glaring at me. 

"I think you'd better leave my home, Ray," I said to him as calm and cool-minded as I could muster even though at that moment I was boiling fire inside.

Agatha kept trying to talk to her husband. "Ray, please—"

"We ain't done talking, Kevin," he pointed his finger at me. "I'm not leaving until you and I settle this bit once and for all. Either that or—"

"Or what're you going to do," a voice said. 

Ray and I turned to see where the voice had come from and turned my head back to see the comical expression that suddenly appeared on his face. His lower jaw fell open and his eyes grew wider as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. Aggie too looked in surprise at Tibbs who'd just walked into the room. He was naked and this was what brought the shocked look on their faces. Aggie muttered a gasp and pushed her glasses further up her nose as Tibbs came further into the room with his black tool swinging like an African club between his legs. He had a cold look in his eyes. They seized up Ray Olsen like a predator would to an unsuspecting prey. His face bore a look of menace and raw masculinity I'd never seen in him before. I looked at the corridor and there was Hailey naked, wanting to present herself but she saw me first and I indicated at her to remain out of sight.

Tibbs came further into the living room till he stood close enough to Ray who remained where he was, still staring at him as if he were a ghost. 




I Call Him Mr. Tibbs Ch. 04



"All that fucking you've been hearing wasn't done by Kevin here," said Tibbs. "I was the one doing all the fucking in this house. And if you've got a problem with that, then I'm the one you should be talking to, and not Kevin here. So go ahead, white boy. You got something you want to say to me, now's your chance."

The air in my living room was suddenly charged with electricity, nothing in the room moved. Ray and Tibbs stared back at each other looking like two gunslingers about to duke it out while Agatha and I watched in fear of what might happen. To tell the truth, I don't know what I would have done had Tibbs taken a swing at my neighbour. What on earth would I have told the cops when they arrived at the scene? Seconds past then Ray wavered and he turned his eyes away from Tibbs in defeat. Now it was Tibbs' turn to sneer at him. His eyes switched instantly from being cold to a smile as he looked past Ray and noticed his wife seated close to him. He pushed past ray and approached her with his hand stretched out.

"Lovely evening to you, Mrs—"

"Oh, I'm Agatha. Agatha Olsen." She shook his hand and forced herself to smile back at him. Though she squirmed uncomfortably at the sight of Tibbs' nakedness which was all over her face; her glasses seemed to magnify the blush that was on her face. Not to mention his black cock which I noticed seemed to kick itself to life at the sight of Ray's wife. She rose to her feet and touched Ray's shoulder. "This here is my husband, Raymond. We're terribly sorry for ruining your evening the way we did. It's even past our bedtime, isn't it, honey?" she turned to her husband who barely mumbled a reply at her. At that moment I felt like laughing. How laughable it was to watch an unassuming giant fall before the sight of a naked man. A black man for that matter.

I admired Agatha from that moment on, the way she assuredly assumed control of her husband's rude behaviour and steered him towards the door with him barely making any effort at resisting. I held the door open for them and she pushed her husband out into the cold first.

"Tell Hailey I'm really sorry about all of this and I'll drop by maybe tomorrow or next to pay her a visit."

"I'll tell her that, Aggie. Thanks for everything."

"No sweat." She turned to look at Tibbs and gave him a coquettish smile. "Well, sir, I never quite caught your name."

"Tibbs it is," he smiled at her. "Please drop by anytime. We look forward to entertaining you, and just you alone."

She nodded and once again told me good night before stepping outside. I watched her lead her man away to their compound beside us and once again surveyed the quietness of the street before closing the door.

"Charming woman," said Tibbs, suddenly bursting into laughter. "With one lousy husband to booth. Will she really drop by tomorrow?"

"I don't know, master." I stopped to peak out the window again as if afraid that Ray might suddenly had recovered from his relapse and was returning for a comeback. "She's a very nice woman. Her husband's one pathetic bully."

"You can that douche bag a bully?" Tibbs snorted. "I know seventeen year old kids who'd put that asshole in his place. He's glad he didn't try making a move or I'd have knocked his ass down flat. Good thing I didn't have to with his woman watching. But she sure looks interesting." There was a twinkle in his eye and without asking, I knew where his mind was heading. "Interesting indeed. Well, come along, white boy. Let's not keep the missus upstairs waiting."

He turned and went up the stairs, strutting like a king lion in his lair. I truly was impressed by his actions. I turned off the living room lights and hurried after him like a scampering child.

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0ne o'clock.

Fran Dreshner glanced at her watch and got up from the couch and went to look out her living room's front window at the street in front of her driveway. She pushed her hair away from her face, her eyes scanned either side of the street, expecting to see Tibbs materialise before her. He'd said he would be coming by one. He should be on his way by now. Her body burned with excitement and fear. Yes, she was shaking with fear. 

Her husband Cleo had left her alone with the house and gone out of town for some business transaction or whatever. He would definitely skin her alive if ever he knew what she was up to. She shouldn't be doing this. But it wasn't entirely her fault, being stuck with a husband who barely saw or touched her anymore or spoke to her as if she were human. Last night in bed she'd attempted to start something with him. She'd inched towards his side of his bed and caressed his shoulders, pressing her tits against his back. In the past this used to get him excited. Instead he had rolled further away from her, told her he had an early start in the morning thus needed as sleep he could get. Fran had slumped down on her side of the bed after he switched off his bedside light, feeling dejected as one would at something disposable. She had turned on her side fuming with hot anger at about the same time Kevin and Tibbs were saying goodnight to Agatha Olsen and what ran in her mind was for morning to hurry and arrive. For the following afternoon to arrive and for Tibbs to arrive at her doorstep to make her feel happy again.

She left the window and went in the direction of the kitchen. She stopped in the corridor to check herself out in a standing mirror there. She was wearing a light blouse that was transparent to reveal the pair of black lace bra she was wearing especially for her upcoming visitor. She was wearing black skirt and thigh highs. She touched her hair, opened a top button of her blouse to show some cleavage. Feeling better, she went into the kitchen to see about fixing herself a cup of tea. She didn't want to look all anticipatory of his visit.

She'd laid the kettle on the fire when her doorbell rang. She felt her heart shoot to her throat and had to gulp twice to get her throat working. The bell rang a second time before she pulled herself together and went to see who her visitor was. She peaked through the peep-hole in the door and the cycle beat in her heart went a notch higher as she recognised Tibbs standing there wearing his company t-shirt and jeans, looking unobtrusive the way he stood waiting for her door to open. Her fingers fumbled with the door's lock and finally got it done and pushed it open.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," Tibbs smiled at her. "I came with the catalogue as promised." He showed her the phone catalogue booklet in his hand. "May I come in?"

"Yes, by all means, please."

She caught a whiff of his cologne as he went past her into her home. So masculine, it reminded her vividly of a dream she'd once had of being chased through a forest by a pack of wolves and getting devoured by them. Her hand shut back the door and turned into the lock.

"I was about making some tea," she said as she was about walking past him. "If you'll just sit and wai—"

Tibbs slid his hand between her waistline and nearly pulled her off her feet as he drew her towards him. His lips came in contact with the side of her cheek before quickly adjusting to taste her lips. Fran was quite taken by surprise, her heart thumping against her chest, and she fought to be free from him but he grabbed her hand and brought it down and kept forcing his tongue between her lips. Being this close to him, his masculinity was overwhelming.

It took just an instant for her mouth to twitch open for Tibbs' tongue to slip between and thus engulf her mouth with his. Her hands still fought to be free although feebly now. He pressed his hips against her and seconds later she relented to his pressure and opened her mouth further and kissed him back. She would have remained kissing him had the sound of the kettle steaming not had alerted her to what she'd left on the stove. She evidently pried herself off him and took a moment to catch her breath at the same time pointing towards the kitchen.

"I left... I left a kettle on the fire," she gasped. "I'll be right back... just a second."

Fran left him and scampered into the kitchen to get the kettle off the stove before turning it off. Her breath was still coming heavy and her face flushed. She had expected something to happen but never the way it had happened with him coming onto her with such brute force. She was still leaning over on the counter when Tibbs entered the kitchen and came at her from behind. He'd removed his clothes in the living room and now his cock stood like a jutting appendage in front of his body. He came quietly at her from behind and his hands went between her arms and cupped her breasts from behind her blouse. Fran moaned at the same time half stood up from the way she leaned when she felt something heavy poking at her ass. Tibbs kissed her clavicle area and moved upward to nibble on her earlobe. Fran reached a hand behind to grasp his cock and an apparent gasp escaped her lips when she realised her fingers barely got round grip on his shaft. 

Oh my God, is he that big? She thought to herself. 

Tibbs' hands went on squeezing her breasts and seconds later she yelped as they ripped her blouse open and dug past her bra to grasp her tits. Her body now was engulfed with fire, it responded with feverish desire to what he was doing to her and she found that she couldn't stop moaning from it. 

He turned her around and she held his face and kissed him deeply. "Do whatever you want to do with me," she heard herself murmur at him between kisses.

Tibbs raised her skirt and pulled her panties down her legs, lifted her off her feet and dropped her on the kitchen counter away from the still hot kettle. He now had a good view of her pussy with her tiny growth of hair populating her crotch region. He knelt before her and slid his tongue up the length of her quivering snatch. Fran grasped the counter's edge and a groan issued forth from her lips as a shockwave of ecstasy swept through her. Tibbs held her legs above his head and went on slipping his tongue and devouring her pussy like she'd never had done to her before. Fran slapped her hands on the counter's surface. Her body seared with delight while she trembled from what was being done to her. 

Tibbs stopped eating her pussy and got back to his feet and licked her cum off his lips with his tongue. Fran sat there reeling from her first explosive orgasm she'd had in a long time; her pussy right now was screaming to get fucked. Like a magician conjuring up a trick, a condom appeared in his hand. He ripped the packet open and slid its protective sheath over his shaft. It was then that Fran got a good view of his cock and her mind seemed to scream at her at the sight of it. So big and looking so strong the way it stood inches from her pussy opening. My God, how's he going to fit that cock in me?

"Please take it slow with me," she said to him. He looked at her coldly. "You don't tell me what to do, bitch!"

She clamped her mouth shut and held her breath. Tibbs eased the head of his cock between the swollen glands that was her pussy lips and thrust forward. Fran's head shot up and she gazed at the ceiling but actually didn't see it. Instead of the ceiling, what was there before her eyes was an exploding ball of light which burned and enveloped her and next thing she knew she was muttering a loud groan and it was unlike any sound she'd ever heard herself make. 

"Ohhhh... shitttt!" she cried out and thrashed her head side to side as he slid more of his cock into her. "Ohh fuck! Ohh fuck-fuck-fuck!" Tibbs grinned at the sight of her pleasure and pain. He always enjoyed the look on their faces whenever he entered them for the first time. It was almost as if he was dis-virgining them from the white pricks their pussies had gotten so used to over time. "Yeah, that's what I love all my women to say!"

Her pussy muscles tightened on his shaft as she forced another inch into her and he too had to gasp from the contact. Fran wrapped her arms around him tight and bit down on his shoulder and he withdrew his cock only to thrust it into her once again. Tibbs went on like this for a while, gradually expanding the texture of her pussy. He slipped his hands under her ass cheeks and began pulling her towards him, intruding his cock more and more inside her. 

Fran felt like she was being stabbed in the heart. The girth of his cock so filled her up she felt it all the way in her womb, reaching places never before touched. Just when she thought she was getting used to the rhythm he was fucking her with, Tibbs lifted her up from the counter with her legs dangling over his arms and she tightened her grip around his shoulders as he held her in mid-air and began firing his cock harder in and out of her pussy. Fran felt like coming apart right there and there. Her body went into uncoordinated spasm and she was still moaning when another orgasm tore through her nerve cells and consumed her with ecstasy beyond the stars.

Tibbs groaned into her ear like a wounded bear. His muscles stood taut as he paused to lift her up once more and pounded her with another salvo of his cock before turning around to lower on the kitchen table. Fran felt like she'd died and gone to heaven. Tibbs sat on a chair with her legs open like a palatable meal placed before him and pulled her closer to once again lapped his tongue and lips on her pussy. Fran squirmed as he eat her pussy. He fondled the tiny knob that was her clit and sucked on it, which got her moaning like crazy once again. Her hands tried to fend him off; there was too much ecstasy invading her body she could barely control her body from going crazy.

"Ohhh God! Don't... please, don't..."

More and more she begged him but Tibbs wasn't listening to her. He was yet to cum and until he did, he wasn't going to stop all what he was doing to her.

He pushed his chair back and sat up, held his still erect meat in his hand and slapped it on her pussy walls. Fran moaned from the contact, raised her head up and looked down at the monster cock he had in his hand. She reached for it and stroked it a few times before introducing it into where she wanted it to go. She inhaled a deep breath then hissed it out through her teeth as his cock thrust into her warm entrance. Tibbs held her hands in his; he looked at her married finger and laughed.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, you're not going to have much pussy left for your pussy white husband!"

"Yes... yes... fuck me, Tibbs! Go on, fuck this pussy!"

He held her waistline and the table made creaking groans as he went on thrusting in and out of her. The sheath of condom on his prick was soaked with her cum juice; her pussy made squishing sounds each time he thrust in and out of her. Fran shut her eyes and took more and more onslaught from his cock. Her body underwent another thrashing episode and suddenly Tibbs too announced that he was about to cum. He quickened his pace and fucked her fast until the precipitous moment was upon him. He leaned upon Fran, his chest and muscles pressing down on her, and held her tight and grunted from each succeeding load of cum that shot out of his cock, filling the condom. Fran wrapped her legs tight over him and felt the moment he emptied his load and she too held onto him tight, moaning in time with his grunts. 

"Uhhh... I think I just dropped a big fat nut," he panted. "How you like the catalogue so far?"

Fran laughed. "Spectacular!"



I Call Him Mr. Tibbs Ch. 05



Misty drove into her neighbourhood street with her kids playing in the back seat. She noticed the car parked by the curb in front of the Dreshner's compound with the name and logo of the company Phone-R-Us imprinted on the side. The door to her neighbour's home came open and a suspicious look came on her face when she saw the black man exit the house and walk down the driveway towards the parked car. His shirt bore the same logo as that on the car and though she had only a couple of seconds of observing the man's face, she could have sworn that he looked like someone she'd seen before. At that moment she turned her sight forward and drove to her home.

She was helping her kids out the backseat with their stuff in hand when she looked up again and saw the car drive past her. She watched it disappear from view before closing her car door and walking her kids to the house.

Misty wondered how Fred was going about with his day. However he was doing, she figured he'd be taking lots of excuses at the workplace to go jerk off somewhere, she thought. A good thing she had her own means of getting herself off without him. 

Before going to pick up her kids, she had made a not too discreet stop at a sex shop, one of such places she never thought she would ever come to find herself visiting. Her initial thought had been to go in, find what she wanted, pay for it and then jet out of the building with few minutes to spare. Such had been her plan from the onset, but the moment she set foot into the sex shop, all old habits had gone off the window. Misty had looked around the room, admiring the assorted sex toys, appliances and other stimulating erotic accessories she'd felt like a kid lost in a candy store. The shop was equipped with almost everything ranging from the latest BDSM gagging leather wears, flesh-light sex toys for men, sensuous bath lotions and other dazzling erotic gifts. They had a rack full of adult DVDs or whatever variety she desired. One of the guys behind the counter came by asking if she needed any assistance. They had so much stuff to make her wish she was still a teen and it made her wished she'd experimented living a slothful lifestyle, if only for a little while, instead of pretending to be the good girl as she'd always been.

There was some much stuff to see in the shop and a lot of things she'd love to try out, but when she glanced at her watch and realised how much time she'd spent in there, she snatched up pink-coloured vibrating dildo from amongst a rack of others and paid for it and then hurried out of the shop before she sighted something that would make her want to stay some more. She did take one of its complimentary cards and made a note to stop by some other time in the near future.

At home, having fed her children, she retired upstairs to her bedroom. At this time she would have given Fred a call, let him know where she was, but she didn't bother. She locked the bedroom door then took off her clothes and lay on the bed and tried out her new toy. It felt so good the way it slipped between her pussy lips, its vibrating stimulating her cunt excitedly. She lay there with her eyes half shut, sighing from the arousing stimulation she was getting and wishing she had a strong man there to do what her dildo was doing.

Night time came and she woke up in the middle of it, listened to the snoring sound coming from Fred's corner of the bed and quietly eased herself out of the bed. She sneaked out of the bedroom with her dildo and one of her husband's cuckold movies in her hand and tip-toed down the stairs to watch it in the DVD machine. While she watched, she fucked her pussy with her dildo and for the next hour pretended she was somewhere else, far from her home.

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"Just tell me one thing, Kevin," Fred took a sip off his glass before continuing with what he wanted to say to me. "Why do it?"

I gave him a keen look as if wondering if he was any serious or if his wanting to spend another lunch hour with me was just his way of further jerking my chain. I still remembered how inflamed he'd become the last time we had this conversation, and here we were back at it once again. Except I was being cautious this time. The memory of Ray Olsen and his wife coming to surprise me last night still weighted on my mind and I wonder how bad my reputation in my neighbourhood was fast going to become by the time others around get to find out about the kinky detail Hailey and I have been indulging, like it was any of their business in the first place. I'd picked up Fred's phone call with reluctance and my initial intention had been to turn him down, except he'd apologised for the way he'd acted last time we sat together and promised he wasn't going to behave like that anymore. I got the feeling that he'd been doing a lot of soul-searching lately and thought why not.

So here we were at the same restaurant as last time. We'd just finished lunch and were sipping beers when he brought up the question. I braced myself for whatever might come next and chose my answers carefully.

"Why is that so important?" I threw the question back at him.

"Come on, Kev," he sighed irritably. "Stop dragging this along, you know damn well what I mean."

"I do know what you mean, Fred. And when it gets down to it, such don't really matter. I can't explain to you how and why or even when Hailey and I began having such thoughts. In the end, it really doesn't matter why. We love each other, and this is something we're both into together. She didn't tie my arms behind my back and torture me into accepting it. Matter of fact, I was sort of the one who pushed her into it."

"How?" he looked at me intently when he asked this question.

"Nothing to it really. Our love life was becoming rather typical. We still screwed a lot, but there was no fire in it anymore. No spark, if you get what I mean."

"What do you mean no spark? Hailey's a lovely and hot-looking woman. You should be proud of being married to a gal like her?"

"You're missing the point, Fred," I stressed. "I said nothing about never loving Hailey. What I said was we weren't having a spark in bed anymore. You know ... the sensual vibe you usually get when you first lay your woman. We'd lost it somehow in our marriage and this was the only means we had of getting it back."

He looked at me with a dumbfounded expression in his eyes then shook his head. I got the feeling he was undecided on something that was nagging at his mind. I got a pretty good feeling what it was but thought it wise I kept my mouth shut about it ... for now. I've seen it happen to other hubbies such as myself. I understood the feeling of first-step denial. I understood it because the same had happened to me when I first began having thoughts of allowing Hailey to fuck another man. Scary it was at first, but I'd met others who'd told me not get bothered about it, and within days I'd accepted my place in the matter and felt all right about it. All it took was a little time and urging and Fred would be like me. For now, I simply sat and watched, sipped my drink and bided my time.

"I'm sorry the way I'm poking my nose into your affairs, Kevin. Don't mean to hurt your feelings. Just that ... I can't imagine this sort of lifestyle you and Hailey are living ... how damaging it must be for both of you."

"Will you stop being obtuse, Fred. You sound like we're serving some type of jail term or something. We weren't forced into this lifestyle, and neither are we complaining. Look, I'm not going to ask or tell you what to do with your home. That's you and Misty's business, not mine. This was what Hailey and I wanted. It was our decision, and nobody else's."

"And you're not worried about the consequences it might have for you both down the road?"

"So far neither of us is complaining," I answered.

"You don't care if people know?"

"Who says I don't care? You don't see me walking around telling everybody that my wife's got a black lover and I approve of it, do you?"

"But people will find out," he spoke earnestly. "The neighbours will find out."

I shrugged. "So what if they find out? You think they don't do funny stuff when in their homes, but you don't see me going around poking through their windows do you? Besides, they too can come join in the fun."

He looked at me as if in muted awe. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"No, I'm not. I'm just a fellow who don't care about what people think about me and what my wife are up to. You too would feel the same if you're in my shoes."

That seemed to mellow me out. "That night when I peaked in through your window... watching that black man going down on your woman ..." he shook his head. "I can't tell you how it made me feel."

"How did it make you feel?"

"Scared. But something different too. That night I went back home and ... I pictured it was Misty that was being done to."

Although I kept my cool, inside myself I was smiling.

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That same afternoon, Fran drove to the nearest public library and left her car there and went into the building then exited the building but this time waited at the curb and hailed herself a taxi to the apartment address Tibbs had given her. It had been a risky venture them screwing in her home and for the sake of being careful he'd called her earlier in the morning and left her with his home address which was where she was enroute to. Cleo would be returning home later in the evening; at the moment she didn't care if he arrived home right now and didn't meet her there. Matter of fact, she was making plans of them having a serious talk regarding her stay-in-doors type of wifehood.

Tibbs was waiting for her across the street in front of her apartment building and she easily spotted him as the taxi drew to a stop by the curb and she came down from it. She was wearing a pair of jeans and light summer shirt; she wasn't wearing any panties inside her jeans. Tibbs held her hand and led her upstairs to his abode. He closed the door once she stepped inside and didn't get a chance to lock the door as Fran jumped upon him and right away plastered his face with kisses. She was the wild one now, no longer wanting to play submissive like the last time.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you the whole of yesterday and all through today," she spoke rapidly while she helped him out of his shirt. Everything about her was running on a high-charged battery of lust and desire. "I want your black cock so fucking bad!"

"I'll bet you can't wait to get it in your mouth, can you?"

"Ohh, I want it in my mouth and in my pussy too!" she pulled his face towards his and kissed him. "And this time," she took out a packet of Trojans from her jeans pocket. "I came better prepared."

He looked at what she held in her hand and frowned. "You know I don't enjoy wearing those things," he said to her. "I'm pretty clean."

"Please, just wear it for me. At least until I've gotten used to your size."

He pulled her closer and took the Trojan pack from her hand and smacked his lips on one of her tits. Fran whimpered from the contact. She reached downward and squeezed his growing erection inside his jeans. Her mind pictured the fun she was going to be having that afternoon.

"You want to get that cock into your mouth, don't you?"

"Ohhhh, I very much want to," she licked her lips. "I want to taste it so bad."

It was a fight to the finish as Tibbs half carried her into his bedroom. Fran knelt on his bed facing him as he worked himself out of his jeans. His cock sprang out, erect and ready. Fran leaned forward and took the thick head between her lips then let it slid further into her mouth. Her hands held the back of his buttocks to remain still while her head went back and forth doing all the work. Tibbs leaned forward and slapped her ass cheeks. He wet his fingers with his lips and slipped two of them into her pussy. Fran was lost in what she was doing. Everything about her was being propelled by animal instinct unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. 

"You loving my cock better than your man's prick?"

"Hmmm, your cock is a hundred times better than what he's got," she murmured as she stroked his tool. "Bastard wants me to stay at home all the time. He returns from work and hardly knows I exist."

"Don't you wish he was here to watch me fuck you?"

"Oh yes, I do," she moaned. "I'd love to have him tied to a chair and watch me getting fucked by you!" 

He took his cock in his hand and slapped it across her face, staining her cheeks with her saliva before thrusting it back into her awaiting mouth.

Some minutes later in the living room, Tibbs' apartment door came open and Hailey stepped inside and closed it back, this time turning in the lock. She saw the clothes scattered on the floor and followed them to the bedroom. She could hear moans coming from that direction and knew that someone was having fun. It got her wet just listening to the woman's cries. She opened the bedroom door and saw her lover Tibbs pressed on top a woman's body with her legs kicking the air above his head, screaming from the repeated pounding he was giving her. She took off her shoes and left her handbag on a chair and quietly advanced towards them.

Fran was lost to a swirling mist of passion which was brought on by Tibbs' massive cock sliding deeper and deeper into her. She stared up at the ceiling and nearly lost her concentration when she saw her friend Hailey's face appear above her. Hailey was smiling down at her and squeezing one of her tits.

"Hiya, Fran! You having yourself a good time or what?"

Fran struggled to reply her but what issued from her mouth were moans and grunts. Hailey turned to Tibbs and their lips locked in a kiss briefly before she stood up and began taking off her clothes. Tibbs had Fran's legs pressed together before his face and kept on driving his cock into her pussy when Hailey came over and began sucking on Fran's tits. Fran's whimpered and her body thrashed from the explosion that was about to erupt upon her. It wasn't until Hailey slid her legs over her face presenting her with her pussy while she played with her cunt that Fran achieved first-class orgasmic lift-off. 

Tibbs shut his eyes and groaned, knowing he was about to erupt any moment now. At the last minute, he retrieved his cock from inside her pussy and ripped the sheath of condom off his shaft and stroked it in front of Hailey's face. Hailey had her mouth open and ready and wrapped her lips around her lover's cock as he grunted succeeding spurts of cum into her mouth. She ingested everything he had to give and her throat gulped every fragment of semen he ejaculated until he was well spent. Tibbs fell to the side of the bed, leaving Hailey to bury had face between her friend's pussy. Fran was still recovering from the orgasm she'd just had but she too managed to feed on Hailey's pussy too and they went at it together for the next couple of minutes till they brought each other to individual climax.

------

Tibbs lay on the bed asleep. Hailey and Fran were in the kitchen. Hailey made her friend a cup of tea while she lit a cigarette. Neither of them was wearing any clothes. A look of indecision played on Fran's face. She had questions to ask but didn't know if they were necessary. She kept glancing at Hailey who leaned against the counter nonchalantly blowing smoke off her lips. 

"There was this one time Kevin and I went across state to a swinger's convention," she said. "It was our first time at such and we were excited and nervous at the same time. Anyway, we didn't know what to expect until we got there and found out how welcoming the place really was. That was the first time I screwed another man and Kevin screwed another woman, and then later me and the other woman made love. It was kind of trippy but intoxicating. I'll bet this was a first for you too."

That seemed to break the tension between them. "Everything so far has been a first for me," said Fran as she sipped her tea. "Tell me, was this all your doing or mine? Meeting Tibbs."

"If you're talking whether I suckered you into hooking up with Tibbs, its yes and no. yes, I did want you to hook up with him, but felt if I'd been upfront about it, you'd back down. I hate seeing you all alone in that house day after day wasting away when Cleo can't make you happy. You needed an adventure, Fran. I merely wanted to supply you with one. But no, I didn't sucker you."

"No, I didn't think you did. He told you that he was at my place yesterday?"

Hailey nodded. "How was it?"

"Great. Best sex I've had in a long, long time." She laughed as she relieved the image of her previous sex bout. "He fucked me on the kitchen counter and then on the table."

"Ohh, do tell," Hailey came and sat beside her. She crushed her cigarette in an ash tray. "Tell me, what do you think about his big cock?"

Both friends exchanged laughter.

"My God, he's fucking massive! I never knew men could have such ever at all. He felt so sore when he was done fucking me, and I wanted to go another at him but got scared, thinking that Cleo might return from his travel any moment soon. I had to postpone it to today, but it was unbelievable."

"I knew you would have fun. I wonder if he's awake by now."

"We ought to go and check on him."

Fran finished her tea and after washing away the cup, both women returned to the bedroom. 

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Tibbs felt an electrifying sensation course through his body while he lay in bed. At first he thought he was lost in his dreams, as in it he was lying in bed as he was just then and a sexy-looking angel suddenly appear before him, gazing down at his sleeping form. She came between his legs and began sucking his cock. Tibbs felt himself moaning even before he realised it. The angel too was murmuring something to him. The dream seemed so spectacular he couldn't help twitching his eyes awake.

That was when he got the surprise he half expected as he looked down his legs and saw Hailey and Fran fighting over his cock. One sucked on his shaft while the other tugged at his balls with her mouth and slid her tongue up and down his prick like a Popsicle. Both women switched places; their tongues licked and they kissed each other's lips while his cock stood impressively between their faces like a sceptre to be won. Tibbs held his cock and slapped it bulbous head against their lips. Told them to kiss each other, which they did. Both women murmured with lust as they slid their tongues into each other's mouth before returning to his cock.

"Such a beautiful cock my master has," admitted Hailey.

"I'd love to ride it," Fran licked her lips.

"Well then get up here and do so," said Tibbs.

Fran came forward to be on top of him and Tibbs brought his hands under the smoothness of her buttocks and held her up while Hailey held onto his prick and sucked on the head for some seconds before positioning it under her friend. Fran wiggled her bum as the head of his cock found her pussy's entrance and then slipped inside. She uttered a murmur of approval as two inches went up in her, and then more as she lowered herself down on him. 

"Oh God, that feels so nice," she whispered in the midst of her moaning hunger as she lowered herself further down on him then pulled herself up. She lowered her head and gazed between her thighs at the sight of his cock slipping in and out of her while Hailey played with his balls. Tibbs grabbed her face and sucked on her tongue.

"That feel good to you, bitch?" he asked.

"Ohh yeah ... ohh ... fuck me! Fuck me with your black cock!"

Hailey laughed out loud. "You hear that, darling? She wants you to fuck her hard."

Tibbs shot his hips up and down, slamming it hard against the bottom of her thighs. His cock hammered into her with the force of a roaring thunder. Fran clenched her eyes tight and ground her pelvis down on his. The impact of his cock slamming into her drove her into a moaning frenzy, one that she couldn't bring herself to stop. Hailey came forward and clashed her lips against hers. Fran continued moaning in her mouth while Tibbs went on fucking her hard and deep. Fran sat up on Tibbs' waistline and went on riding her buttocks as hard as she could upon his cock. Hailey sucked on her bouncing tits and caressed her crotch. She slipped a finger into her pussy with Tibbs' cock still buried inside her, felt the hotness that was in her pussy, then retrieved her finger and licked her friend's cum from it. It tasted so pure and sweet.




I Call Him Mr. Tibbs Ch. 05



Fran slid off Tibbs a while later, his cock like slathered with her creamy white cum juice. Hailey leaned forward and licked his cock clean then went over to attack Fran's pussy. Tibbs got up and came at her from behind and thrust his cock into her gaping pussy while she went on nibbling on her friend's slopping gash. Tibbs hunched over her and drove his cock all the way into her. His grabbed her tits and nibbled on her ear lobe while his cock drove deep into her, nearly hitting her cervix. Hailey raised her head and muttered an animal-like scream; her face squeezed into a mask of hurt and minutes later her body shuddered into a heart-splitting orgasm. 

Tibbs wasn't done with her yet. He got up to his feet, pulling her along. He took her to his window looking down at the street below and had her face it. He planted one leg on the window's ledge and went on fucking her from behind. Fran came over and knelt under both their legs. Fran stretched her face and sucked on Tibbs' balls while he went on ploughing Hailey's pussy. She licked her tongue up the crack of his ass and buried her face there. The sensation of her action wasn't lost on Tibbs who muttered his own groaning sound from what she was doing to him. He quickened his pounding spree and when the moment came he pulled out of Hailey and had both women kneel before him like servants. He stroked his cock furiously as if wanting to tear off its flesh and bellowed aloud as a lengthy spurt shot of his cock and splattered over both women's faces. Hailey and Fran had their mouths open to receive him. He ejaculated more spurt of semen over their mouths and faces till he was spent. He rested his back against the window, gasping for breath while both women kissed and licked his cum off their faces.

It was later while she was in his bathroom washing her face in the sink that Fran muttered a gasp. Hailey saw the horror look on her face and came to her aid.

"Fran, what's wrong? You look scared."

"I am, Hailey. That last time Tibbs fucked me, he wasn't wearing on a condom."

Hailey was silent for a second or two before bursting into laughter. "Was that what you were scared of? Thank God. A moment there I thought you were going to say something of life or death."

"This is serious, Hailey. I never ... it's been a long time since I felt any other cock inside me aside from Cleo's."

"Cleo isn't here with you, Fran," Hailey said soothingly. "And beside, Tibbs didn't cum inside you, did he? I don't think so. And you needn't bother at all, because he's perfectly clean. Why else do you think I don't worry about him using a condom on me." 

"You prefer it that way?" she looked at her friend sceptically.

"The experience is twice the fun that way!" Hailey laughed as she jumped into the shower stall. "Stop worrying yourself about it and just go with the flow. Besides, you were doing it that a few minutes ago. No need for you to stop now."

That was exactly what Fran did from that moment on. She allowed herself to let go.



I Call Him Mr. Tibbs Ch. 06



Agatha came down the stairs and was heading for the front door when she stopped and went to look in the living room. Her husband Ray was there in the living room nursing a cold. The TV was on and he was watching a re-run of last night's college football game. He'd fallen ill the following morning after his encounter with Tibbs which had led to him being like this, as if the black man had thrown some mystic voodoo curse on him. Agatha was afraid such might be the case because the Raymond she'd always known was seldom the type with a solidified arrogant, pompous shell any man could break through. 

Aggie, as she often preferred being called, approached where he sat and placed the back of her hand against his neck. His temperature was high and his features had a sickly paleness about it. Agatha loved her husband, but despised his overbearing, supercilious attitude, and to tell the truth, that night when a black man had stood up to her husband had been a high mark in her marriage. Who would have thought she'd lived to see the day when her husband would meet someone more masculine than him? Ray was prone to declare that he wasn't a racist, but the numerous actions and derogatory comments she'd listened to him make of other people made her think the opposite.

"How're you feeling, honey?" she asked him.

"I'm still hot, Aggie," he muttered feebly. "Don't know when this godforsaken cold is going to break."

Let's hope it continues to stay that way, darling, she thought to herself.

"Don't worry, it'll get better soon," she kissed his forehead then told him she was going out for a walk and will be back in a little while.

"You going to take the car?" he asked.

"No, I'll just be out for a stroll, that's all."

"Okay, take care. Love you."

"Love you too, honey." She blew him a kiss then left the house.

She went down her driveway and turned to her left to the Bundlit's compound. She pressed the doorbell and Hailey opened the door and welcomed her into her home.

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Tibbs wasn't alone when he drove to the Bundlit's home later that evening. He arrived with his half-brother Thaddeus Black who rode in the passenger seat next to him. Tibbs slowed his car as he approached his destination and indicated at the Olsen house.

"That's the place where that white bastard lives," he said to his brother. "Could you imagine the bastard came to their home making like he was sort king or something?"

"A lot of them whites are bigots at heart, brother," Thaddeus remarked. "Glad to know you stepped him down though. That's the only way a brother's got to dealing with them."

"You still running with that private snoop biz of yours?"

"Hell yeah, I am. What else do you think I've got to do to get money in my pocket?"

Kevin's car was parked by the curb. He always left his car at the curb whenever he figured Tibbs was coming over, letting him leave his car in the driveway instead. Tibbs drove his car into the driveway and turned off the engine. The car doors swung open and he and his brother stepped out. Unknown to them they were being watched from across the street by Fred Danbridge and his telescope which was sighted through his living room window. Except this time he wasn't alone. Misty was there hovering beside him. Their living room lights were off and the kids were upstairs in bed, asleep. When they talked, they voices came in whispers as neither wanted their kids to overhear them and then troop downstairs to see what was happening.

"What're you looking at, hon?" Misty inquired while she observed the two men who'd just left the car in their neighbour's home and were right now approaching the Bundlit's front door.

"It's Tibbs, darling," Fred said to her while he followed the two black men with his telescope's eye. "And it looks like he's brought a friend along this time."

"Tibbs. That's the guy you said has been fucking Hailey, right?"

"Uh-Hunh, he's the one all right."

Earlier in the day Fred had returned home looking somewhat different from his typical self. He'd jumped upon Misty and kissed her and then apologised for acting like a fool recently and then he divulged to her his conversations he'd been having with Kevin during lunch hours. Misty too had opened up her own secret of discovering his stash of adult movies and of going out to buy herself a dildo while watching them. Feeling rejuvenated, they'd locked their door and made love to each other. During their copulation, Fred talked to her about his newfound wish of wanting to see her getting fucked by someone else. Misty had asked if that someone else meant a black man. Fred had replied yes.

"How about I have a look?" she asked.

Fred gave her his place and he unbuttoned her night gown and played with her tits while she observed the two black men knocking on the door of the Bundlit's home. Seconds later the door came open and there was Kevin welcoming them into his home before closing the door behind them.

"Too bad we can't go over and say hi," Misty muttered. She drew in a deep breath as her husband sucked on her breasts. "Honey, wouldn't it be nice if we got to know the Bundlits a little better than we already do?"

Fred by now had dropped to his knees and had his face buried between his wife's legs, investigating her crotch with his lips and tongue. "Mmmm, yeah," he murmured.

Misty released a sigh that sounded like a moan. "Maybe we could ... maybe we could get to know their friend, Tibbs. Uhhhh ... and maybe he'd like to know me too."

"Oh yeah," her husband agreed as he pulled on the flesh that was her pussy lips. "I'd love to see you getting fucked by him."

"Would you, honey? Would you really?"

"Ohh yeah. Really, really."

Within herself she smiled. "That's the best thing I've heard you say in a long while."

She pulled away from the telescope and they both lay on the couch and began pleasuring each other.

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"Oh hi there, darling!" Hailey stood by the entryway and she came forward and draped her arms around Tibbs as she welcomed him and his brother into her home. "I'm so glad you're here." Her eyes switched from him to Thaddeus, who was an older and studier version of Tibbs.

"This is my brother Thaddeus," said Tibbs. "Thad, meet Hailey. The best slut this side of North America!"

"Oh stop!" she laughed.

Thaddeus shook hands with her and she led them towards the living room where her other female guest sat waiting. Kevin, wearing his customary briefs, followed a couple of steps behind, not saying anything except in his mind looking forward to whatever fucking was going to happen.

Agatha heard Hailey returning to the living room with her friends and she sat up tensed with expectation at meeting Tibbs once again, this time without her husband along. This was her second time at the Bundlit's home today. She'd earlier returned home almost an hour later to check on her husband was faring, having made conversation with Hailey. She'd made Raymond some soup and afterwards had helped him up the stairs back to the bedroom and tucked him in bed. She'd changed into a pair of shorts and tight-fitting shirt that outlined her bosom perfectly well then left the house and returned here.

Hailey was smiling gaily at her as she led two black men into the living room and presented them before her. "Aggie, I'd like you to meet two lovely friends of mine. This is Tibbs, whom you met the night before. And this is his brother Thad. Tibbs, Thad, meet Aggie, my friend from next door."

Agatha rose to her feet and shook hands with both men. A tremour went through her as she smiled and said hello to both men. Goosebumps broke out on her arm and her nipples became erect inside her shirt. Thaddeus came and sat beside her while Tibbs stayed with Hailey; Kevin went to a corner of the living room and sat on a stool awaiting further command. Tibbs ordered him to go and fetch them something to drink; Thaddeus asked for a beer. Kevin disappeared into the kitchen and returned minutes later with a tray full of drinks. Aggie had been shocked at the sight of seeing Kevin wearing on nothing but his pair of briefs and even though Hailey had soothed her thoughts about it, she still was in shock about it. Though it was somehow intriguing to her. For once she too would love to see Ray being a servant for her, let him get a taste of what it feels to be under someone. How she wished that would happen soon.

"So, Aggie, what's a fine gal like you doing in here?" Thad threw the question at her.

Agatha's cheeks flushed red. "Well ... I came earlier on to visit Hailey and apologise to her and Kevin about that ruckus my husband did the other day. She told me to stick around that her friend Tibbs would be dropping by and maybe then I could apologise to him as well."

"Oh, my brother done told me about the guy next door. You the one hitched to that guy?"

She nodded.

"Damn, girl, that's a damn shame. What's a fine, pretty gal like you doing hitched to a racist like that fellow for?"

"Raymond isn't that bad a man," she said defensively, though it sounded weak coming from her mouth. "He just has a way of misunderstanding people."

"That wasn't what I saw that night, Aggie," entered Tibbs. "Your man looked like he wanted to throw me a punch, and he's damn lucky he didn't, or I'd have knocked him out to the middle of next week. But for you, I'm glad I didn't."

"Yeah, so am I," Agatha admitted, pushing her glasses up her nose. "He's been down with a fever since that night."

Hailey laughed and turned to Tibbs. "I told her that you've probably worked some voodoo spell on him."

"That's too bad," Thad commented. "Maybe we ought to go over and say hi to him."

All four of them laughed.

Thad drew himself towards Agatha whose eyes enjoyed with amazement the sight of Hailey caressing her lover's thigh and crotch as they began to kiss. She distinctly made of the outline of his erection growing sturdier within his pants and licked her lips while she imagined what the sight of his cock would look like. Evidently nothing comparable to Raymond's. She looked across the room at her husband Kevin seated where he had an advantageous view of everyone in the room. He too was observing Hailey and Tibbs and stroking his penis in his hand. Agatha found it disturbing at her friend's audacious nature, playing with her black lover while her husband watched. Agatha could never recall ever attempting such an act in front of Ray. Ever. He'd have blown his top and stuffed her head in a freezer if she ever tried such on him. But wouldn't it be nice if she did? 

Thaddeus turned her face towards his and planted his lips on hers. Agatha, strangely, didn't push him back; her body and mind surrendered to the atmosphere that was in the room. Thad reached a hand from behind her back and downward to caress her other breast while his other hand grasped one meaty thigh. Agatha moaned in his mouth as she felt his hand tweaking her nipple. Thad reached a hand inside her shirt and squeezed one of her meaty pendulums. Aggie uncrossed her leg, giving him access to run his hand up and down her inner thighs.

Hailey by now was knelt in front of Tibbs. She'd unzipped his fly and her head moved side to side as she munched on his long prick. Agatha cradled Thad's head while he loosened her shirt and sucked on one of her tits. Thad didn't want to waste much time. He unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans down his legs then forced Agatha's face down on his crotch. Aggie had time to inhale the musky smell that was his cock pressing against her face as she reached for it. She slid her tongue along its foreskin for a bit, letting his manly fragrance waft into her nostrils, before letting the tip of his cock into her mouth. Within a minute she was swallowing his cock with enthusiasm. 

Kevin ran from the room and went upstairs. He returned a minute later with a camcorder in his hand and went round the room filming the group sex scene taking place in the living room. Hailey, his wife, was now stripped of her clothes and was riding her lover, Tibbs. Thad helped Agatha out of her clothes. Her tits, without the protection of her tight shirt, fell like pendulums over her gut; her aureoles stood prominent and her nipples each were like shirt buttons. She had stretch marks around her waistline down to her hips. A curlicue tattoo features above her butt cheeks down towards her ass crack. Thad was amused by it and told her they looked beautiful on her. He gave her ass cheeks smooching kisses and fondled them before returning to the couch and having her sit astride him, riding him in reverse. She sat forward with her hands on her knees, slamming her ass cheeks down on his cock. Thad groaned as the tip of his cock forced its way into her pussy, but it was a good thing she was already copiously wet, as soon it slid in further like taffy as she lowered herself down on him to his nuts. Her huge ass cheeks resembled two balloons pressed against each other with his cock in-between, dripping her creamy juice. At one time he indicated for her to remain half standing and grunted like an Olympic sprinter as he slammed his hips upwards against her buttocks, pumping his prick harder and faster into her fuck hole. Aggie groaned from the pain. 

She bent further down, balancing her hold on Thad's legs and gazed between her legs at the sight of his tube-like black prick slamming in and out of her pussy, with his balls bouncing up and down like a tennis ball. Agatha loved the sight of his cock pumping into her. She reached out and cupped his testicles in her hand and fondled them while her hips kept rising and falling on his thighs. She was moaning so hard she nearly fell off him when suddenly she achieved a climax. Thad slapped her buttocks and ordered her to sit back on him. Aggie did so, and Thad once again clashed his hips against her butt cheeks, slamming into her hard. Aggie felt a rising tide swell from within her womb. She screamed as once again she sprang up from him like a firecracker had been lit under her and this time her pussy ejaculated a torrent of cum juice that splattered over Thad's thigh.

Thad allowed her to lie on the couch to cool off. She was panting heavily, whimpering like crazy. He came by her face and thrust his cock into her mouth like an offering. Aggie sucked him with vigour. Hailey came and knelt between her legs and sucked on her pussy while Tibbs crouched behind her and fed her pussy with his cock. His eyes found Kevin and he hollered at him: "Get your ass behind me and suck on my balls, white boy!"

"Yes sir!" Kevin answered and laid the camcorder at a spot that would capture the sight of them and went and kneeled behind Tibbs to suck on his nuts. Tibbs buried his cock all the way inside Hailey's pussy and remained like that for some seconds, unmindful of her cries, while Kevin popped each of his testicles into his mouth and when he was done he licked his tongue up and down Tibbs' ass crack. Tibbs offered him his cock and Kevin dutifully sucked him, cleaned his wife's pussy juice off him, before inserting his shaft back into her fuck hole. 

Thad turned Agatha over on her knees with her hands grasping the top of the couch's fabric; her ass cheeks looked like two thick watermelons pressed together with cream white pussy juice pouring through her slit down the underside of her thighs. She rubbed her pussy from underneath the spread open her labia walls for him. Thad took aim, and then thrust his cock into her all the way. Agatha's fingers gripped the couch's fabric and she groaned receptively from his attack. Thad drove his cock all the way inside her, loved the way her ass cheeks pressed against his and the tanned outline of her panties on her skin. Hailey appeared beside him and sucked on his cock for a while before returning it back into Agatha. 

Sometime later the brothers made a switch and fucked each other's woman. When the moment arrived, Hailey called Kevin over and had him kneel before Tibbs and Thad. 

"Okay honey, it's time for you to make me proud," she said to her husband. "You're going to suck both men's cocks and you're going to swallow every drop they give to you. And you'd better not spill any."

Kevin replied that he won't.

Hailey now had the camcorder in her hand and began filming as Tibbs and Thad stood beside Kevin and he began stroking their cocks close to his face then took them into his mouth one at a time. Back and forth his mouth went, slobbering and sucking both men's pricks, letting them feed him their testicles. Each man took turns holding his head and thrusting their cocks in and out of his mouth. Kevin felt like he was in heaven. He enjoyed being used like that, abused to the maximum all in the interest of tasting his wife's lover's cum. Tibbs and Thad groaned from the rigours of his mouth and at the same time hurled curses at him.

"—suck on that cock, white boy!"

"—take it like a white boy bitch that you are!"

"—bitch ass boy loves sucking cock more than anything else!"

"—ought to get some boys over to run a train on his mouth!"

On and on they went until the moment when both of them took turns and filled his mouth with their semen. Kevin's throat worked overtime as he gulped each brother's cum down his throat. Hailey filmed him in close-up as he did it, smiling behind the camcorder.

"Oh yeah," she cooed. "Honey, that's so beautiful. Now don't forget to thank your masters."

"Thank you master Tibbs and master Thad," Kevin said to them while still licking their cum from his lips. He was smiling too. "Thank you very much."

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"Tell me what happened last night," Fred asked me.

I looked at him and smiled. He was fast becoming the student I expected him to be, and I was luxuriating in my role as mentor with delight. "If I didn't know you too well, I'd say you're getting more and more anxious to hear more." 

It was the following afternoon and an hour ago Fred had given me the call asking that we meet again. He'd opted to pay for lunch this time and now we were down to dessert. It was a different Fred seated across the table from me. I noticed some subtle difference in him that hadn't been there the previous times we'd spoke. For one thing his features bore no judgemental intention at all, nor was he sounding rude. He simply wanted to know about the activity that had gone on in my home last night after he told me that he and Misty had watched Tibbs and his other partner appear at our door.

"Just tell me what happened," he asked once more, leaning closer on the table.

I went ahead and told him. I told him about my next-door neighbour, cantankerous Ray Olsen's wife, Agatha, stopping by earlier in the evening to chat with Hailey and how Hailey had persuaded her to stay and meet with Tibbs and his brother who were on their way. Tibbs and his brother Thad arriving at his home and screwing both women while he, Kevin, recorded everything with his camcorder. And also of Hailey taking the camcorder from him and filming him suck both men's cocks and swallow their cum, and later both men screwing the wives once more after which Agatha left for her home. Afterwards, Tibbs and Thaddeus and Hailey had retired upstairs and he'd watched and filmed both men screw every hole in her body and every which way they could before passing out asleep.

I watched the glimmer appear in my friend's eyes with wonderment as he listened to me talk. I narrated the whole story to him in a simple manner, not injecting anything to make it seem melodramatic. I guess what made him more amazed was the way I said it all like it was an everyday thing we did, which in a way it was. I've sucked Master Tibbs' cock more than enough times and swallowed his rich semen as much as I've sucked it whenever he came inside Hailey. Even as I sat there talking to Fred, I can still recall the taste, feel, and texture of Tibbs' cock whenever he shoved it into my mouth. If he had called me right there and then to come meet him at wherever in the city to take care of his cock, I wouldn't have hesitated at all. 




I Call Him Mr. Tibbs Ch. 06



"My God," Fred murmured when I was done. "You've really gone over the top with this stuff, Kev."

"In what way?"

"You know what I mean." He paused to glance around making sure no one was within earshot of our conversation before leaning closer and whispering: "Sucking another man's cock. Man, that's plain disgusting. It's like ... being gay." He said the word 'gay' with repulsion, though I acted cool about it. It was only a matter of time that he understood where I was coming from. For now I needed to be patient with him as only a mentor would.

"But I'm not gay and neither am I bisexual, Fred. That's all a state of mind. I ain't buggered any guy and no guy has buggered me."

"I don't care. I'm just telling you how it looks."

"That's your choice, my friend. It's all different especially from where you're standing. But I know how you feel. When Hailey and I went to our first swinger's convention, we went into a private room where an orgy was going on. Lots of wives and husbands too, all of them rolling in a bed of oil fucking their brains out. I saw some guys suck each other's cocks and some even fucked other men while others got fucked by the women wearing strap-ons. It looked pretty weird, but you can't deny the excitement that was in the air. I swear if Hailey and I had stayed any longer to watch, we'd probably have been tempted to join it."

He looked at me with interest. "Is that for real, or are you just playing with me?"

"All what I just mentioned to you is real, Fred. Really, you need to stop being so stuck-up and get off your high horse and know what being a mortal is all about. That I suck my master's cock don't mean that I'm gay, just like me watching him screw Hailey don't mean that I don't get some fun out of it. Really it's all about giving pleasure. The more you give, much more you receive. And of being submissive and realising how much love you have for your wife that you want to see her being loved by others too."

He fell silent. I could sense thoughts and images in his brain were running riot in the moment, trying to settle with all what I just said with whatever he's feeling. Fred, I knew, would make a good cuckold; all he needed to do was step down from his high pedestal of pride and see what's waiting for him. I have met his wife Misty, and even as we sat there talking, I couldn't help imagining her mouth being filled by a black cock, or watch her getting fucked by a big black one. I know Fred too would love to see such happen. It was only a matter of time before he succumbed to his whirling emotions. 

"How's Misty, by the way?" 

"She's doing great. Best woman I ever met who can put up with my bullshit." He then sniggered. "Last night we kept speculating whatever might be going on at your place and screwed each other silly. I'm only glad when I looked at my kids this morning they didn't look like they heard anything, 'cause we were banging against the bed last night."

I couldn't help but laugh. "It was wild for both of you?"

"Too wild," he admitted. "Can't remember the last time we tossed around the bed like we did. She went out and bought this dildo and she used it on herself while I was doing her. All the time she kept talking about having me tied up and watching while she's getting fucked by some black dude."

"How did it make you feel when she mentioned that?" I asked.

"You really want to know?"

"It's what I'm here for."

He took some seconds to compose himself before saying: "If I'm going to be honest here, it felt really great. I mean, crazy as it sounds, I felt really great and excited about it. All the time I was fucking her, I couldn't stop picturing myself standing back and watching a black guy pound her the way I was."

"You see, that wasn't so hard for you to say now was it?"

"No," Fred admitted. "It wasn't. I guess ... right now I'm sort of scared as to what's going to happen to us once we make it happen. Will I still be able to satisfy her, or would she then become addicted to black men? You know that saying that: 'when you go black—"

"'You can't go back'," I completed the quote. "Yes, I know the feeling. That's something you'll just have to make time out to discuss with Misty. I can't put it in your head what you're going to feel or how you're going to react to it. You might hate it, and you might end up loving it, which I think you will. Just don't feel any pressure about doing it, that's all."

He gave me an assertive nod. "And one more thing," I said to him. "Whatever the case may be, not stop loving your wife. That's the key to all of this."

"Is that what you tell yourself every time you leave Hailey to her man?"

"I used to, but I don't anymore. We've both got faith in each other, and whatever else, this stuff's strengthened our bond more than we even thought we knew. Don't be surprised if the same works out for you and Misty."

"I wouldn't know what to say to that," he said unconvincingly. 

"It's never about what you know, Fred. It's more about what you choose to surrender to. Just give it a try and see how it goes."

He didn't say anything to that. Maybe it was because he knew I was right.

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Fran Dreshner was at home waiting for her man to arrive, not her husband though. She lounged on a sofa with her skirt drawn up and her legs open wide fucking herself with thick rubber dildo. Fran had an assortment of dildos ranging from medium-sized to extra-large ones. The one she was thrusting into her pussy was extra-large. It reminded her of Tibbs' prick when she'd fucked him the first time here in her home. 

Within the space of twenty-four hours he had turned her into something worse than a heroin addict, spending too much of her free time thinking about him and of his black tool he packed in his jeans. Her pussy had never felt the same since the fateful day, and the day after when he'd banged her and Hailey, that had been twice more exciting than anything she'd ever done up to that point. Taking his cock into her mouth was an experience she couldn't stop wanting. How invigorated and how free she now felt. Even her husband Cleo had noticed something different about her when he woke and got dressed this morning. Last night he'd slid towards her side of the bed to make a pass at her, but she'd pushed him away. Fran was like a young maiden who'd just lost her virginity and felt like soiling herself were she to return to make use her husband's penis.

Penis?

Yes, that was what her husband had—a penis. His was nothing compared to what Tibbs had. Tibbs had a certified prick. Or rather, he had a genuine cock. And most especially, he knew how to use it.

Fran was soaking in salacious wetness fucking her rubber dildo when her door bell rang. The sound of it jarred her back to reality and her first fear was that Cleo had decided to return home from lunch break. 

"Just a minute!" She hollered out as she stood up and pushed her dress back to its former self then went to peep through the keyhole. The man standing outside her doorstep was black, but he wasn't Tibbs. He was wearing a light brown jacket and matching pants, very cool and debonair, wearing a hat and holding a manila folder in his hand. She wondered if by chance he was here to meet with her husband or maybe he'd found the wrong house. She waited till he pressed the doorbell again before she realised he wasn't lost at all. She unlocked the door and held it open with a quizzical look on his face.

"Yes?" 

"Mrs. Fran Dreshner, am I right?"

"Yes, that's me. Who're you?"

"I'm Thaddeus Black," he took his hat off his head and gave her a curtsey bow. "But you may call me Thad. I'm Tibbs' brother."

She appraised him closely. Yes, he did bear some slight resemblance to Tibbs, but that could be a mistake on her part. Tibbs never mentioned having a brother to her ... besides, he could be some thief or scam artist, or something.

"How do I believe you're actually related to Tibbs?" she asked.

Thad smiled as if he'd been expecting such. "Wise thing for you to say. You're Fran Dreshner, married to a Cleo Randolph Dreshner. You dropped by at Tibbs' workshop few days ago for a phone problem, and he came by here and screwed you in the kitchen. You've got a lovely tan on your buttocks, plus a heart-shaped mole on the underside of your left thigh. If that isn't something Tibbs would have shared with me, then I wouldn't be here. But just to let you know, I am his half-brother, and it was he who gave me an assignment which is why I'm here to present you with the results. Now, may I come in?"

Thad said it all very solicitously that got Fran reeling with surprise as he spoke. She didn't require further convincing by the time he was done talking. She allowed him into her home, looked about to make sure none of her neighbours were out watching, then quickly stepped back and locked the door shut.

Thad took off his jacket and draped it over a couch along with his hat before sitting down. Fran came and stood in front of him with scepticism on her features.

"You do look at lot like Tibbs. So tell me why did he send you here?"

"I've got information I think you'd very much like to know about," he said to her. "I am a private snoop, if you must know. The thing is I haven't yet taken you on as a client, thus what I'm going to show you is sort of confidential. However, I am going to let you see it, and then I'm going to set my price. That seem fair to you?"

She shook her head. "I still don't trust you enough to know you're related to Tibbs."

Thaddeus out his cell phone from his pocket. "I've got his number. How about you give him a call?"

Fran took his phone and searched for Tibbs' number and dialled it. Tibbs came on seconds later and vouched that she was speaking with his half-brother Thaddeus Black, and that he's got something important to present to her. Fran killed the line and gave Thad back his phone. She sat across from him.

"Okay," she said. "Let's say you've got something worth showing to me, what will be your price?"

"I'll let you know once you've seen what I've got to show you." He took out a set of black and white snapshots from inside the manila folder and passed them across to her. Even before her reached for them, her hand was shaking, as if she realised it wasn't going to be something she would like to see.

The snapshots were of a Caucasian male smiling in the arms of a black woman lying on a bed naked. The snapshots were of them in various sexual poises, lost to whatever thoughts of lust they were having. Fran flipped through the photos and shut her eyes in disgust. She didn't need to look too long at the photographs to recognise her darling husband Cleo in them. Finished with the photos, she gave them back to Thaddeus. All of a sudden she felt in need of a drink. She asked if Thad wanted any but he declined. She went into the kitchen and fixed herself a shot of bourbon from the wine cabinet and threw some ice cubes in it before returning to the living room.

"The bastard!" she hissed as she returned to her chair and sipped her drink. "I never knew about this."

"I didn't expect you would," he replied. "Tibbs put me up on it, thought maybe I should do some little checking on your man. I spent the whole of yesterday trailing him around."

"What place did you find them?"

"At a motel along Sunset Road." Thaddeus gathered the photos and returned them into the folder. 

She struggled to compose herself. "Did you ... did you trail him today?"

"Oh yeah," he answered. "They were busy going at it before I left. I hope this hasn't been all too disturbing for you to see."

"No, it isn't," she shook her head and drank more of her bourbon, feeling the rough liquid burn down her throat as she drained it. "Matter of fact, it's a relief. Now I know why the bastard has been ignoring me for so long." She then smiled. "Who would have thought my Cleo would be into black women."

Thaddeus made no comment to this; Fran hadn't expected him to either. A part of her was angry, realising now that all this time she'd been feeling guilty about her actions that her husband had been the one pushing her down this road. A player for a player, as the saying goes. Oh well, two can always play that game. Thank you, Cleo. You've really made my day! 

"So, now you've shown me those photos, what's going to be your price?"

"We'll start with a blowjob," he said straight-forwardly without blinking his eyes. "Then we'll move on from there."

There was no negotiation in his voice. Fran looked at him, surprised at his temerity, but amused by it. Only a man who knows what he wants would make such a request, she thought to herself. A good thing she'd drank some bourbon to lighten her mood.

"Sure. I think I can do that." She came off her seat and knelt before him, placing her hands on his pants leg. "Matter of fact, I was getting rather horny before you showed up. And those photos you sent me, you certainly deserve a reward for that."

"You bet your sweet white ass I do." Thaddeus reclined back on the couch and loosened his belt and top button of his pants then reached inside his boxers to free his cock. He stroked his semi-erect pulsing manhood before her face. Fran marvelled at the sight of it. His cock was just about the same as his brother, Tibbs. She wondered what their father must have had when he gave birth to them.

"Are you going to stare at it all day?" he spoke gruffly to her. "Better get those pretty lips of yours to work, lady. I ain't got all day!" he grabbed the top of her head and pulled her towards his cock. 

Fran gave the bulbous head of his cock a roll of her tongue before taking it between her lips. She rolled her lips around his girth, her tongue slid under the flesh of his prick as she began sucking him with passionate hunger. Thaddeus' cock grew to expanding size inside her mouth. She wrapped both hands around his shaft and stroked his rigidity as she rolled and caressed his cock with her lips and tongue. She was so into what she was doing, sucking his cock like only a slut would. Thaddeus caressed her hair while she went on with this.

"Yeah, suck that cock, bitch!" he encouraged her. "Tibbs told me you were a good cock-sucker. That seems to be true."

He pushed his pants and boxer shorts down his legs and reclined further in the couch. Fran kissed his inner thighs and sucked on his testicles too. She rolled and lolled each between her tongue and lips and pulled at them and then let go with a 'pop' sound. This made Thaddeus groan even louder and a minute later he moaned and pressed her head down on him as he made it known that he was about to explode. Fran went back to suck his cock, harder and deeper this time, consuming as much as she could take in her mouth. She tugged at his balls and felt his cock suddenly begin to expand in her mouth as if it were filled with gas. Thaddeus grabbed her head and gave a loud cry as he let go the flood gates and a torrent wave of fresh semen shot through his cock and flooded her mouth cavity. 

Fran kept jerking his shaft, milking him of all the semen he had to unleash and sucking them off him. His cock became flaccid, shrinking to its normal self. Fran though was very excited and a sharp pang of horniness stabbed at her heart and beat all the way down to her moisturised pussy. She got to her feet, still stroking his flaccid cock in her hand. 

"Why don't we take things upstairs," she slurred with a grin. The effect of the bourbon was already having an effect on her. "I think there's more to payment to be made."

"I too was going to suggest that myself," said Thad. He got up and took off his clothes and slung them over his arm, except for his shoes which he left behind, and followed her. Fran led the way upstairs. Her hand went on stroking his cock while she walked in front of him. Thaddeus too didn't stop caressing her buttocks.



I Call Him Mr. Tibbs Ch. 07



I was back from my lunch break and an hour later I was nearly done with much of the work that had piled on my IN-tray since the previous week. It felt so good when I had much time to myself in my office. It was a good time to be really naughty.

My door was locked and my secretary knew not to bother me during such hour unless it was absolutely necessary or important. I couldn't do anything clandestine on my desktop computer, as it was rigged with Spyware programs. A good thing I always brought along my Notebook in my knapsack bag. I connected the cable before turning it on. From within the knapsack I took out one of several DVD recordings of my wife's sex-capades with Tibbs. I had taken of one them with me when I went out earlier to have lunch with Fred and gave it to him. I figured he needed some more convincing. Besides, he knew he would get a kick out of watching it with Misty too. Boy, will they really be surprised seeing my Hailey in it.

The one I took out was that which I'd recorded weeks ago, one time that the three of us had gone on a picnic at a beach not far from here. I slotted it into the disc player and the screen came up and the video began playing; I had the volume wound down. 

We had gone to a semi-secluded area of the beach where there were less families and wandering kids. It was a place known rather infamously as a coupling spot and while we'd spread our blanket and ate lunch and took in the site, one or two couples had gingerly strolled by, all of them venturing further into the woods were they knew prying eyes would never see what naughtiness they were up to. Hailey too had caught the bug and as I had the camcorder running much of the time. As the video played, it showed my wife snuggling against Tibbs' shoulder, her hand fondling the apparent bulge in his shorts. After some kisses, Tibbs and her got up and walked towards the cluster of bushy undergrowth while I trailed behind. 

As I watched the video, the memory of that day flashed before my eyes as I unzipped my pants and started stroking my cock. Between relieving the memory and watching what I'd recorded on the DVD play before me, I couldn't decide which felt more real to me than the other. Probably both.

We made our way into the bush with Tibbs and Hailey holding hands while he led her on. I looked every which way with the camcorder at other couples there who were busy catching their own fun. Tibbs stooped beside an elm tree and had Hailey face it. She pushed down her shorts and he too did the same and I came to the side and filmed him sticking that black cock of his into where it belonged. 

Hailey hugged the tree and I walked back and forth and around them with the camcorder never leaving my eye. I remember I had my cock in my hand as always in such occasions, and I was stroking like mad while I watched, just as I'm doing right now. I was getting closer to my lift-off point when the intercom switch on my desk began to blink. I groaned inside myself with anger at being disturbed and pressed it.

"Yes, Mary?" it was my secretary.

"Sir, the chief wants you to meet him at his office," her voice floated out of the intercom.

"All right, tell him I'll be there in a few."

I tucked my cock back in its hiding place and zipped up my fly as I stood up from my chair. Wonder what the big man upstairs wants, I thought as I wore back my jacket and went for the door.

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An hour later, Cleo Dreshner entered his street, feeling cool and satisfied, and was about pulling into his driveway when he saw a man with a hat step out of his house. 

Thaddeus stood in front of the Dreshner's front door and cupped his hands from the blowing wind as he lit a cigarette. He blew off the match while he noticed from the corner of his eye Fran's husband's car cruise into the driveway of his home and stop ten feet from him. If Thaddeus was worried about her husband showing up just when he'd finished screwing her, he didn't show it. A look of insolence instead came to his face as her man slammed his car door and approached him, looking like he had the urge to start a fight. Thaddeus blew a ring of smoke and made to walk past him. Cleo stopped in his tracks, looked at Thaddeus presumptively, then stopped him.

"Hold on there, excuse me. Have we met before?"

Thad shook his head. "I doubt it," he said. 

"Then do you mind telling me who you are and what you're doing here at my home?"

At that moment the front door came open and there stood Fran bearing down at her husband with a cold expression in her eyes. Thaddeus then cracked a smile at Cleo.

"I think you're about to find out." he tipped his hat at him then continued on his way.

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Agatha returned from work later in the evening. Ray was waiting for her in the den the minute she let herself into the house. He had an ugly look on his face and right away Aggie knew it was something she had done. He had a folded belt in his hand and usually this terrified her whenever she did him anything wrong. But on this day, everything regarding their marriage was about to change. She saw the belt in his hand but unlike previous times didn't acknowledge its presence.

"Where were you last night?" he growled the question at her.

"The hell do you mean where was I?" she stopped to take her handbag off her shoulder and drop it on a rocking chair beside the wall. "I was in bed lying beside you, just like I've always done since we got married. Or did you fall on your head while I was away?"

"That's not the question I asked." 

"Well then perhaps you should rephrase it so I know what you're actually talking about." She retorted before pushing past him to enter the house. Ray followed her behind, looking like a troll the way he shuffled in his footsteps.

"Where were you yesterday around nine? I woke up and you weren't in bed. I came down stairs and even stood outside and hollered your name but didn't find you."

She turned around to face him. "Am I a slave in this house you could just call and then I'd come running? Do I look like a seeing dog to you with leash around my neck for you to jerk anytime you get the urge to? Well, I'm not anymore. If you want to know where I was, I'll tell you. I went out to visit a friend."

"A friend," he snorted. "That so-called friend you went to visit wouldn't happen to be the Bundlits next door, would it, Aggie?"

"And what if it is? Since when does whoever I visit turn out to be any of your concern?"

"It is a concern of mine if it happens to be that crazy couple next door. Visit anybody else but them, you hear."

"I'm not going to stand here and listen to your type of talk." She made to leave the room but he held her arm and glared at her.

"I said you're never to visit them any longer. Did you hear me?"

She pulled her arm free from his grasp. "Oh, I heard you quite plenty. But you'll just have to forgive me, darling, when I say that I'm not listening to you. And if I were you, I'd put that belt you have in your hand away, least you get tempted to want to use it."

"If you keep running your mouth off the way you are right now, I just might be tempted to do just that."

"Oh sure you would. Such a great and manly hero you are. Too bad you weren't able to use much of it that other night you dragged me over to their place and made a complete fool of yourself. That fever sure had a reason for knocking you down the way it did."

Ray's eyes flared at his wife with anger and amazement. Never had Aggie being so bold to open her mouth to him the way she'd done just now. The few times she'd attempted such in the past, he'd been quick to stifle her rebellion. Now here she was, getting the temerity to talk back at him like he was the one out of line here. What a nerve!

He raised his hand holding the belt, his face snarling at her, but she caught the belt and glared back at him.

"I'm going to let go of this belt now," she said coldly. "And the next time you so much as dare think to swing it at me, I'm going to divorce you and leave all your stuff outside. You may have gotten away with this in the past, but don't go thinking I'm going to let you maltreat me like that anymore." She let go of the belt and stood her ground, daring him. "Go ahead, hit me with the belt, and see if I don't mean what I just said."

Raymond was willing to dare her. He half raised his hand with the belt in it, hopping to see the scared look he'd often being used to seeing whenever such moments occurred, back in her eyes. Except Aggie wasn't looking scared anymore. She didn't even blink at him. Merely stood there waiting for him to make the next move; her eyes glaring at him, urging him to do his worse. In his mind, Ray hurled every known dirty word he could think of at her. He longed for the fire to surge from his heart, straight to the muscles in his arms to make his hand go to work. He very much wanted to smack his belt across his wife's face, peel the skin off her delicate flesh and let the welt be a wide gash. In his mind he saw her crumble to the floor and he stood over her and rained his wrath down all over her. Teach her to talk back at him when she ought to shut her trap and listen to him.

Ray wanted to do all of this to her and more.

Instead when came out of it was a sputter: his hand holding the belt fell back to his side and he muttered a sigh of rejection. Aggie meanwhile had the look of triumph on her face. 

"There, I knew you'd come to your senses," she gloated. "You're pathetic, Ray. Though I still love you, but don't ever think you're going to sit on my head again."

She turned to leave but he reached for her arm. His face now was that of a petulant child who'd just lost his ice cream. "Aggie, I'm sorry," he stuttered. "I just don't want you visiting that crazy couple anymore."

Agatha swiped his grip off him. "I'll go out and see whomever I want to see, and you're not going to stop me from that. You can go dunk your head in a bar and drown your sorrows there for all I care, but you're not going to try that with me."

Ray stood there stunned by her words, realising there was nothing he could do nothing about it.

"Now, I'm going to head upstairs and take a shower and go about my business. Whatever else you want to do with yourself, I leave it up to you."

She pushed past him and prodded towards the stairs. Raymond stood there holding the belt in his hand. His head stared down at his feet. He was the perfect example of a broken man.

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Two days later Hailey and I had a get together in our home.

Tibbs came by with Thad and two other friends, their hands laden with packs of beer and a bottle of Cognac. I supplied the food and took care of distributing the refreshments whereas Hailey supplied the company: there was Fran and Agatha. Both women looked radiant and gorgeous and the boys just couldn't wait to get their hands around them. There was good reason for such to happen. As it turns out, my boss had been impressed with my work efforts over the past months and as there was an upcoming company review he had decided to move me up to a higher office with a better set of pay-check, benefits and all else it came with. 

Aside from myself, so too did Fran. Hailey had told me all about it in bed and we'd gotten a laugh out of it.

Cleo had stumped into the house fuming at her, demanding to know who the black man was that he'd met out in the driveway. Fran, maintaining her cool, had presented him with the snapshots, knocking out whatever heated debate they were bound to have. Cleo had spent the entire afternoon muttering strings of apologies. His fear being that Fran was going to demand a divorce. Fran had done the opposite instead. No, she wasn't going to divorce him. Except he was going to make a whole lot of concessions to keep her around. She was no longer going to be a stay-at-home mom; he was going to assist her in finding a job. And she was going to start keeping late-night hours and never was he to ask any questions about where she was, whom she was with, or whatever she was up to. Cleo hated the terms, but afraid of the consequences, had acquiesced to her demands. Though wanting not to seem too harsh on her side, she'd granted him to keep fucking his office slut as much as he wanted. She too never would ask about his affairs anymore.

I did my duty as expected of me and went around serving drinks and anything else demanded of me. The ladies laughed at the clown suit I was wearing. It was a gift from Hailey when she and I first began experimenting on my wanting to be a cuckold and I only brought it out on special occasions such as this one we were having. 

The door bell rang afterwards and there was Fran and her husband, Cleo. It had been a while since last time I saw him and he was looking pretty worn out and haggard whereas Fran was glowing like the sun standing there next to him. She led him inside and she told him to go sit on a separate chair and to behave himself while she accepted a drink from me as Hailey introduced her to the rest of the people there in the room. Hailey went and inserted one of my amateur recordings of her getting fucked by Tibbs in the DVD system and they made conversation and laughed while they watched. Cleo sat in his corner of the room looking hurt and despicable. I decided to cheer him up and asked if he could come and help me out in the kitchen. He looked at me from head to toe in my clown outfit as if I'd lost my mind, but seeing that it meant him being out of the room, he preferred it and followed me into the kitchen to help me mix the cocktail drinks. He kept looking at me while I went to and fro in the kitchen, cutting up lime and fixing them to the glasses. Finally he said something, as I knew he was itching to.

"My God, Kevin, you've sunk so low, man!"

I smiled at him. I've heard such condensing words time and time again and have developed a hard skin for it. "Why thank you, Cleo. So nice to know Fran could invite you to the party. Being a while since last time Hailey and I sighted you around. How's your work being for you?"

He still had the vile expression on his face. "My God! How could you let her do this stupid shit to you? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? Parading yourself in that stupid outfit you have on?"

"I have, Cleo. And if you must know, Hailey and the gang tend to like it. How come Fran managed to bring you over by the way?"

He told me she'd mentioned to him what was going on here in my home and wanted him to attend. Cleo had begged her not to, but she'd promised meeting a divorce attorney and mailing the photos of him and the woman he was banging to his office if he dare refused. Having no choice, here he was. He also said that whatever was going to happen here tonight, she wanted him to sit and watch. I couldn't help but laugh at his predicament when he'd finished telling me about it. 

"It's going to be a worthy experience for you, Cleo. Trust me, by the time this night is over, you're going to be a different person."

"The fuck that's ever going to happen," he swore defiantly. "I'm going to call the cops on you, Kevin. This filth you're having in your home is crazy and demeaning, and I'm seriously going to make you pay for what you've done to my Fran. God-forsaken son-of-a-bitch that you are!"

"All smoke and no fire. You do whatever you have to do, Cleo, and I'll do mine. By the way, while you're here, you're going to be one of the servants, so grab a couple of glasses and come on, let's go serve the guests. Your wife would really love that." I turned away from him, laughing my head off.

The boys had spread apart and were already playing with the women by the time Cleo and I returned from the kitchen, both of us holding a tray of drinks and a plate full of edibles in our hand. Thaddeus and one of Tibbs' friends (Steve, I think he name was) were on either side of Agatha. She had taken off her top and lay back on the sofa with her legs resting over each man's thigh while they smacked and feasted upon her pendulum-like pair of tits. Tibbs as kissing Fran who sat on his lap. He had his hand sliding up and down her leg and venturing into the hidden avenue under her skirt. Cleo muttered angry curses at the sight of this, but it was obvious there was nothing he could do about the situation. Though Fran wasn't seated upon him, from where she was, she had him by the balls. While Tibbs lowered down her blouse and sucked on her breasts, she turned towards Cleo and winked at him and smiled.

"Honey, why don't you be a good boy and sit down and watch me," she said to him. "It's going to be a long night, and Tibbs here is going to cum inside me till he's done. Ain't that right, master?"

Tibbs turned to look at Cleo and laughed at him. His laughter sounded more like a sneer. "You bet your sweet white ass I'm going to do that. Stick around, white boy. You just might see something you can learn from."

I directed Cleo to a chair that gave him an affordable view of what was about to happen. He folded his arms across his t-shirt and watched, unable to take his eyes from what was happening, at the same time fuming to himself. 

Tibbs' other friend, Mikel, had Hailey's legs resting on his shoulders with her skirt hiked high on her hip and her hands caressing his head while he munched on her pussy. I went over to see how she was enjoying herself with my camcorder in my hand filming everything. I asked how she was doing. She smiled at me and told me how she was enjoying Mikel's tongue. 

The doorbell rang. I turned off my camcorder and went to see who it was, part of me fearing the worse as I unlocked the door. I pushed it open and to my surprise, standing there in front of my doorstep was Fred Danbridge with his wife Misty beside him, both of them smiling at me.

"Is the party over so soon?" asked Fred, trying to look past my shoulder and clown suit. "You got room in there for one more couple?"

"There's plenty of room for more," I said as I welcomed them into my home, closed back the door and locked it away from the prying world.

--------THE PARTY--------

Kevin and Hailey had never before had themselves a full house like they did last night. It came as a surprise to both of them the way the whole thing turned out almost without them planning for it, and days later, Hailey will still be quizzing her husband as to how come he got to invite Fred and Misty over, and what their lunch discussions had been about. Kevin would play ignorant about knowing their neighbours across the street had related to him anything about coming over that night. Though he couldn't have been any happier that they showed. And he knew neither did Hailey.

Kevin led them into the living room where the rest of the party was already in its kick-off stage and Hailey just about jumped out of the couch when Misty came and hugged her. Kevin led Fred around, introducing him to the rest of the players that were there. Fred as well recognised Cleo who shook his hands reluctantly, expressing distaste at the sight of Fred to such proceedings. Fred took his words in due course like water under a bridge. Kevin led him to the kitchen to fix him a drink and a sandwich. 

Thaddeus remained struck with Agatha, who now was pressing his face against her ample bosom, while Misty scurried over to meet with Steve, both of them taking themselves to a nearby divan. Misty was wearing a thick jacket which came down to her knees. It wasn't until Steve undid the buttons that he held his breath as he saw the glossy leather outfit she was wearing underneath that looked like something that had been constructed to fit a female spider woman. The bra cups had been cut out so her tits stuck out of it like a pair of lamp lights with her erect nipples awaiting any man's humble attention. Even Cleo, sizing her up, couldn't help but lick his tongue through his lips at how gorgeous she looked. He felt a stirring in his pants and right then wished he could join in on the orgy, but knew he couldn't. Fran still had her eyes on his and her strict words had been for him to merely watch and do nothing more until she commanded him to. This felt like torture for him and he could only imagine how the remainder of the night would be as the event went on. How dare these black men the right to fuck his wife and these beautiful women and he could do nothing about it.




I Call Him Mr. Tibbs Ch. 07



Fred and Kevin returned from the kitchen and Kevin stood there admiring Misty's costume as she paraded herself before everyone in the room. Fred explained about Misty discovering some sex shop and how she'd practically dragged him there hours ago to fetch her this particular outfit. The three hubbies sat next to each other with their drinks in hand while Kevin filmed the proceedings with his camcorder at what was about to happen.

The orgy began in earnest without anyone even making note of it. 

The wives now had a man to themselves and as if they were following an approved script, helped their men out of their clothes and knelt before them sucking on their cocks. Aggie sucked Thaddeus' cock with enthusiastic delight. Her hand rolled down his shaft and every now and then, she caressed his prick with her thick pair of tits, squashed them in-between and let him thrust between them straight into her mouth. Steve scooped Misty into his arms and turned her upside down. Her hair cascaded down her head while her mouth remained glued to his cock while he lapped over her pussy opening as if he was gobbling a bucket of ice cream. Mikel sat back on the couch and had Hailey ride him in reverse. She planted her hands on her thighs and he grasped her waistline and slammed her down hard on him. Her features by now had the animated look of one who was getting fucked, not to mention the sound of her moaning that filled the room. Tibbs her Fran bent over, leaning towards Hailey while he looked first at Cleo, grinned at him as he caressed his wife's round butt before inching the head of his cock between her pussy opening. From where he sat, Cleo distinctly heard the sound of Fran wailing as Tibbs began fucking her pussy, slapping her butt while he did. He felt like rising from where he sat but couldn't. He was doomed to remain where he was and continue watching what his wife was ongoing.

Fran nibbled on Hailey's bouncing tit as Tibbs slammed at her from behind, jerking her forward with every inch. He grasped her arms and twisted them behind her back and went on pounding her harder and harder. Fran raised her head up and squealed with ecstatic angst at the shards of cock that was penetrating her womb. A moment later Tibbs pulled out of her and turned her around. Fran fell to her knees before him and took his cock into her mouth and sucked on it like she never had before. Tibbs groaned from it and turned once again at Cleo and gave him a thumbs-up sign then laughed out loud at him.

Agatha had Thaddeus on the couch and was riding his cock. Her ass cheeks looked like giant beach balls, the way the wrinkles on her skin reappeared each time she squeezed and slammed her ass down on his thighs provided such a salacious picture to the cuckold hubbies in the room. Kevin paid particular attention to the way her ass cheeks roamed and bounced each time while she pressed her tits against Thad's face. Her murmured mewling cries each time she ground her ass down on him. Thad squeezed her tits together and sucked on each one; his hands slapped her ass cheeks, spurring her to ride him faster. 

"Aww ... Ohhh ... fuck me! Fuck me!"

The string of cries was coming from Misty whom Steve had lying face forward on the divan while he pressed his hips down on her ass cheeks. After a while, seeing he wasn't getting enough momentum, he turned her over and she crossed her legs behind his back at the same time directed his cock into her pussy hole. Steve hoisted her in the air and drew her up and down on his cock, sometimes stopping to slap his prick in and out of her harder and faster. Agatha tumbled off from Thad and crawled under Steve who still held Misty in his arms. She caressed his thighs and when his cock slipped out of Misty's wet hole, she took it into her mouth and slurped on the head. She inserted his cock back into Misty's pussy and Steve once again hoisted Fred's woman into the air and resumed giving her further taste of his shaft. Aggie crawled back to Thad and stroked his cock while at the same time attended to his balls. 

"Fucking insulting!" grumbled Cleo whose hand now pressed against the apparent bulge in his pants as he watched his wife being attended to by Tibbs. 

She lay on the couch with her legs spread open for Tibbs who half stood before her slamming his cock down between her leg openings. Fran's cries reverberated around the room. Each time Tibbs hammered down on her the sound of their bodies clashing, merged with the fervent cries that escaped her lips, was unlike any bout of fucking Cleo had ever shared with her. He was jealous at the same time despondent. Such was something he'd always wanted to give to her. How come he'd allowed his work and a lot of other temptations to drive the idea away from him, he couldn't begin to answer. He could do nothing but watch the muscles of Tibbs' ass cheeks clench, along with those of his shoulders, each time he pounded her hard and deeper. 

Cleo turned to the other cuckold hubbies seated beside him and gasped with utter amazement at the sight of Fred who now had his pants down his thighs and was uncontrollably stroking his cock while at the same time salivating at the action going on in the room. He looked around for Kevin and saw him standing beside Hailey, filming the look on her face as she was getting fucked from behind. He had one hand on his camcorder while the other between the open zipper of his costume, stroking his wiener. Cleo felt disgusted at the same time intrigued. He too wanted to do the same action they were doing. He too felt the need to unzip his fly and stroke his cock... anything to release himself of the need that was boiling deep in his crotch. He just didn't know if he should. What would anyone think of him if ever they realised what he was doing? For whom he was doing it to?

But then again, neither was Fred nor Kevin afraid to display their feelings here either. 

Mikel suddenly made grunting sounds and Kevin was there to capture him ejaculate his cum over Hailey's buttocks. Training the camcorder on himself, Kevin bent down to lick the black man's cum off his wife's butt. When Hailey got herself back, she shared a deep kiss with Kevin, wanting to get a taste of Mikel's cum too.

"How about we take some of the party upstairs," she said to everyone.

"Oh yeah, that'll be a lot of fun," echoed her husband who in turn winked at his cuckold buddies, both of whom were reeling from the performance he'd given them of consuming the load of cum off his wife's buttocks. He went over to join them and Fred was the first to ask him about it.

"The fuck was that about?" Fred's question was close to what Cleo too had in mind.

"What? You mean that?" Kevin licked his tongue across his lips. "Not the first time and it always tastes best when you least plan for it. You guys ought to try it too."

Hailey waited for Tibbs to be done with Misty, after which she took his hand and led him up the stairs to the master bedroom for the finale. They were joined by Misty and Thad. Fred got up and followed them, not wanting to miss any of the action that would happen. Cleo sat there watching his Fran perform a 'sixty-nine on Mikel who lay on the sofa while she was on top of him. She rotated her ass while his face remained buried there.

Steve pushed the centre table aside and laid some couch pillows on the floor for Agatha to lie on. Aggie lay on her back and Steve held her legs while she directed his cock into her pussy's entrance. He was pressing his lower back in and out of her and she responded in kindness to his cock filling her up. She turned to Cleo.

"Get over here, white boy!" she moaned between gasps. "Get over here now!"

Cleo by now had his cock in his hand and was stroking like mad when she hollered at him. He found himself responding to her calls. He got up, allowing his pants and briefs to slip down to his ankles and shuffled over to where she was. Aggie instructed him to hold her legs up for her. Cleo stood beside her head and held her legs high up for Steve to get more opportunity to slam down harder at her. Cleo came down to his knees, feeling relieved with his position. He noticed Agatha edging her mouth towards his cock and he inched forward and allowed her mouth to glue onto his prick. The feeling was overwhelming and Cleo shut his eyes and gasped from the sucking frenzy she gave to him as if in payment to his holding back her legs for her. She eventually had to let go when she sensed her climax approaching and began gasping and breathing heavily. Cleo was disappointed when she let go of him. Minutes later Steve muttered a loud groan and he pulled out of her and stood over her face and pumped the contents of his overloaded testicles upon her large tits and chest. Some of his semen splashed on her face but she didn't mind. When he was done, he fell back and slumped on a couch. 

Cleo waved his cock before Agatha's face, hoping she would finish what she'd earlier started with him. Instead Aggie waved him away, herself wiping cum off her face and licking it off. Cleo rose to his feet and extricating his feet from his pants and his pair of briefs, hurried towards the back door where the kitchen was while holding his cock in his hand as if he were bleeding from it. His face was squeezed in a mask of hurt. He flung the back door open and gritted his teeth and he began wanking himself severely until the imminent moment arrived. He exhaled air from his lungs as jets of semen shot out of his cock and landed on the grass.

Cleo remained where he was as his prick shank to its former state, feeling his entire strength deplete from him as drops of his cum rolled down his thighs to his feet. He leaned against the doorway to catch his breath.

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Someone's hand slapped his face. Cleo blinked his eyes awake, only then realising he'd been asleep. For how long, he didn't know. When everything became solid before his eyes he saw Fred holding onto Misty, both of them smiling down at him. He discovered then that he'd fallen asleep on the divan in the living room. He could barely remember returning there having ejaculated outside.

"Hey there neighbour," said Fred. "Misty and I are heading back home."

"Oh... yeah... okay." He struggled to sit up and fell. Fred helped him up to his feet. He was still in his briefs he realised. He looked at his watch and gasped with shock when he saw the time as past three in the morning. He shook his head from the disorientation he was still immersed in.

"Where's Fran?" he looked around the living room but didn't see her around except for Agatha who lay asleep on the sofa with Steve lying beside her feet.

"Probably upstairs," indicated Fred. "Anyway, goodnight. Hope to catch you around next time." Fred shook hands with him and then turned Misty towards the door.

"I had a great time," Misty murmured.

"Yeah, I did too, watching you," Fred laughed as he closed the front door behind him.

Cleo went up the stairs and looked in the master bedroom. He saw Hailey lying in bed beside Kevin asleep but no Fran was there. He was about asking where she was when he heard grunting sounds coming from somewhere behind him. He turned around and approached a room across the hall from theirs and as he approached it, the grunting sounds grew louder. He opened the door and there was his Fran sandwiched between two black men while another was feeding her mouth with his cock. She was grunting with joy and pain. Tibbs, who had his cock jammed in her mouth, turned towards Cleo. His face curled into a smile.

"Get in here, white boy," he said to him. "Don't stand there and keep being bashful."

Cleo did.

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Two days have passed since that night we hosted that party at our home, and since then the pressing fear on my mind had been how I could stand to look Cleo Dreshner in the face and not pretend to what had happened to his wife that evening. He too seemed to have avoided me since. I don't recall the hour he took Fran away. I was asleep at the time; it was Tibbs who told me they left an hour later, after he and his brother and his other friend had taken time to screw her once again. 

I was returning from work, having just driven into my driveway when I noticed someone standing by the garage door staring at me with his arms folded across his chest. It wasn't until I got closer that I realised it was Cleo. He had a mean look on his face and I sat in my car for a few seconds wondering what to say to him. Whatever type of words I could say to dispel that whatever had taken place that night hadn't actually taken place. 

He approached me as I climbed out of the car and slammed the door close. I smiled at him as he came around and shook hands with me.

"Hiya neighbour," I said to him. "How's everything going on?"

"I need to talk with you, Kevin," he said to me, then nodded at my front door. "Mind letting me in?"

"Yeah, sure. Why not?"

Inside, he led him to the small room that served as my library room. I went to look in the kitchen fridge and returned with two Heineken. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie as I sat down across from him, wondering what trouble I was going to be in now. Whatever trouble I would have with Cleo would be nothing comparable to my grievance with Raymond, I knew that for sure.

"How's Hailey?" he asked after he'd taken a sip of his beer.

"Hailey's fine. Probably out lunching with Tibbs or doing whatever," I answered.

"That's good." His voice sounded sombre. This wasn't the Cleo I've always known: always cocky and sure of himself, and downright arrogant. But I bided my time, still not sure of what he had pressing on his mind. "That's pretty good," he said. "You're a damn lucky man, you know that?"

"I'd like to think that I do. What's on your mind, Cleo?"

"You know about the relationship I was having? The one Fran found out about?"

I lied that I didn't, and he explained everything to me, about how she'd found out and the threats she'd given towards divorcing if he reneged supporting her new lifestyle. He took a long sip of his beer then held his head on his hand.

"She says I've been a jerk for long, and somehow I think she's right," he said to me. "What do you think, Kevin?"

I shook my head. When it comes to such matters, seldom would anyone know what to think. "If she says so, then it means she's got a good reason for saying so," I said.

"Well, I think she's got a point. I've been a fool to have neglected her for so long. Always had other stuff on my mind than think about making out time for her. It wasn't until that night we were here that I got to think about it and realised how right she was. I really have been a jerk."

"Come on, it's nothing to feel so beat down about."

"Not saying I am, just admitting it to myself. It's hard a thing for me to do, but I'm trying to."

I didn't say anything. I went on and sipped my beer.

"At first I hated you for it," he said to me. "For that outrageous party you had here. But later I got to thinking about it, and you really did the right thing. Matter of fact, you bonded Fran and I back to each other, and I really owe you a lot for that."

I shook my head. "You don't owe me anything, Cleo."

"Yes, I do. It's what I actually came here for, to thank you and Hailey for that night. Fran also wants to thank you too."

I smiled. "That's very nice of her."

It was then that he too cracked a smile. "She as well wants to know two more things: When're you going to host another such party, and where I can get a similar costume as that one you had on. You think you can help me out with that?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Whenever you're ready," I said.

---------ACROSS THE WORLD---------



Across the other side of the world, on a lonely beach, Kaylie lounged under a yellow umbrella staring out at the restless blue waters of the ocean. She was still feeling the pressing fabric that was her bikini while she combed her fingers through her lock of hair. The coating on her nails should have dried by now. She opened her pouch bag and took out a bottled lotion. Her eyes scanned the beach, surprised that she was the only one here. She probably could use some help putting the lotion on her backside.

She noticed something dark appear in the water far before her and she looked up and saw a black man gliding through the waves. He was walking through the water coming towards her direction. Tall and muscle-bound, his head clean-shaven. He looked a lot like that movie actor who was a favourite of hers, Tyrese Gibson. Except he seemed taller than Gibson. She didn't know it then, but her mouth was open as she watched the black man step out of the water and walk on the wet beach. He was wearing a pair of red shorts to stuck to his body; even from where she sat she could make out the outline of his ... she gasped.

Oh-My-God, is that his cock!

The black man came towards her direction. Kylie thought of gathering up her things and splitting for the hotel, except she couldn't move. Neither could she take her eyes off him.

He came and knelt before her, smiling.

"Hi there," he extended his hand towards her. "My name's Shango."



I Call Him Mr. Tibbs



Tibbs carried her up the stairs to the master bedroom that he'd been staying since he came here and threw her on the bed.

"All right, you white, horny bitch. It's time I give you a taste of some black medicine."

He began unbuckling the belt of his jeans but Hailey came forward on her hands and knees and beat him to it.

"No, my darling," she cooed. "Allow me to get that done for you." 

Her hands worked on freeing his buckle from its belt hole and then grabbing the belt's leather skin with her mouth, she pulled it off his waistline. Tibbs bent over her and caressed her ass which was sticking out the sides of her micro pair of jeans while she undid his jeans' buttons and out sprung his big, black tool. It's thick head dripped pre-cum as she wrapped her hand around its girth, feeling its veins throb in her skin. It was only during the day when she looked at it that she felt amazed by the size of his cock; it made her gush with wetness just from looking at it and inhaling its natural fragrance. She kissed his cocks head, lapped her tongue over the sides, before opening her mouth to consume more of him. The room was now filled with the sound of her mouth slurping over his black cock and moaning in her throat as well. Tibbs managed to force her shorts down her thighs and smacked her ass, spurring her to suck him harder. He licked his fingers then leaned over her backside and inserted them into her pussy. Hailey whimpered at the same time wiggled her butt as her lover finger-fucked her like that.

Hailey paused to take a deep breath before swallowing his cock once more, fighting to get as much of his shaft down her throat. She ended up gagging on it like she always did and tears fell from her eyes, still she felt exhilarated by it. Tibbs held his meat in his hand and held her chin in his other hand and smacked her face with his cock, leaving slimy welts on her cheeks. 

"Gimme that cock!" she moaned. "Oh God, please, give me that cock of yours."

"Oh I'm gonna give it to you, bitch. Turn your fine self around, let me see that white ass of yours."

Hailey wiggled her jeans shorts off her legs and kicked them across the room then turned around and presented her bum towards her man. Tibbs gave her ass cheeks light slaps, savouring the way her flesh bounced and twitched from his touch. Tibbs smacked her ass till it turned red, and Hailey yowled from each one he gave her; his cock stood straight like a spear from his waistline. When he felt ready, he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her towards him. Rubbing the head of his prick up and down her pussy walls, he introduced it into her love nest and Hailey's hands squeezed the bed sheets and she groaned from the experience.

"Ohhh ... daddy!"