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Friday Night Delights Ch. 01

By: finnjones



There was only one moving truck parked outside that brought relief to Stephen Sanders. The house next door was on the market for a long time and it finally was sold. Stephen contemplated buying it outright and keeping it for himself. A wealthy real estate mogul, he could name a price that any buyer would be afraid to pass up. Unfortunately for him, the house his new neighbor bought was not his to sell. Nonetheless, he was glad the small estate was sold. This only meant that his property value would also go up as the neighborhood filled up.

Opening up the truck and examining his sole possessions was Jerome Ray. He let out a big sigh as he stared at the back of the truck and the few pieces of furniture that greeted him. Jerome took hold of the assistance handle and put a leg up on the bumper of the truck, hoisting himself up. The thought that he should have just had some movers take care of all of this crept into his head. He was nearing 50 and his body was getting too old to do this stuff so often. Hopefully, he thought, this would be the last time. Jerome was a retired professional football player. On a bookshelf in the truck, he picked up a framed photo from his time in the league. He admired himself. Back then, he was a formidable defensive tackle. Now not even the best defensive tackle could hold him back from his favorite comfort foods. That was a long time ago, another sharp sigh.

Startled by a noise from outside, Marisa Sanders looked out to see what the commotion was. She parted a sheer curtain to see. Expecting the kids across the street to be causing a ruckus, Marisa was caught off guard by the sight. That's one behemoth of a mover, she thought . He stood tall, maybe 6'3'' and very big. Probably the most striking feature she recognized was that he was black. To get a clearly view, she pulled the curtain aside and looked intently. He was opening the truck bay. As he put his long leg on the bumper, Marisa immediately caught the size of his thighs as his shorts rode up slightly. She watched him a little longer, studying him. He was looking at a photo that she could not discern but did see that he had a few things to move. Surely he couldn't move them by himself, she questioned.

Marisa went downstairs and met Stephen in the living room. Stephen was reading on his tablet and looked up to see his wife a bit flustered. "What's the matter dear?" He asked her.

"Did you know we have a new neighbor?" She looked out the window as Stephen had earlier, noticing the truck parked outside.

"Yes I did. Joseph told me he made a killing on the sale last week. He said something about the buyer really wanted it. Hopefully they're a quiet family." Stephen said as he continued reading his tablet.

"Well, it doesn't look like they brought much with just one truck. I saw the mover open up a barely filled bay. There were some big things there though, looked like a couch or two. I think there was only one guy." She looked at Stephen, "Maybe you should go help the mover, it didn't look like there was anyone else." Stephen furrowed his brow at the suggestion. Marisa looked at her lanky husband-- he won't be much help but it's the thought that counts. "Please? I'm sure the new neighbor will appreciate the welcome." Stephen heaved a heavy breath and agreed, dragging himself to his garage.

A commotion startled Jerome as he saw the garage open at the house next door. Walking out of the garage was a thin, middle aged white man with glasses and a gaunt face. This must be the neighbor the Realtor told me about. "Hullo there sir." Jerome called out standing on the truck bay while the man approached him. The man smiled widely and started speaking before Jerome could continue.

"Hello there my good man. It looks like you need a bit of help?" Stephen offered his hand for a shake. The mover's hand extended out and engulfed Stephen's hand, with a modest grip and congenial shake. "I'm Stephen Sanders, I live next door." Jerome smiled cordially, something he carried with him everywhere, a warm southern boy's smile. Jerome began to introduce himself only to be cut off by Stephen. "You mind if I lend you a hand?"

"I'd highly appreciate sir." Jerome smiled warmly again. Oh lord, he ain't gonna be much help but I take it. Jerome pointed to a few light end-tables for Stephen to unload. Past the general exchange of formalities, Stephen did not say much and the conversation between the two hovered primarily on the topic of what was to be taken of the truck next. Over the next two hours, the pair got to know each other through the shared silences and quick conversations between coffee tables and mattresses. Stephen learned that Jerome had been a former professional football player and retired not too long ago.

"What brought you the moving business if you don't mind me asking Jerome?" Stephen implored. Jerome put on a face of contemplation and relief.

"After I left league I had to do something with my time. So a buddy of mine asked me if I was interested in working a franchise in this small town. I thought why not? It would give me something to do instead of sitting around at home." Jerome smiled toothily, "Which you can see..." he grabbed his belly, "I have been doing too much of!" He bellowed loudly, startling Stephen. "Speaking of bellies, how would you like a cold one Steve?" Jerome offered.

Stephen, hesitantly smiling, politely declined Jerome's offer. "Thanks, I'd take you up on that but are you sure it's okay for you to drink on the job?" Stephen registered an amused look on Jerome's face and suddenly felt confused.

Jerome let the silence set in for a moment as he smiled at Stephen. This poor man, he has no idea. Jerome bellowed again and explained himself to Stephen. "Of course it's okay Steve. I'm the boss. I hate to pay the guys to help me move my stuff." Stephen's confusion contorted his face slightly and Jerome smiled even more. "I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to tell ya Steve. You strolled over here and I appreciated your friendly help and we just got to it. Joseph tells me you're a great Realtor and you'd be a great neighbor. He was right!" Stephen meekly smiled. They heard a screen door shut next door and both looked in the direction of the sound.

Jerome had to adjust his eyes as he looked closer on the enchantment that walked toward him and Stephen. At first he noticed her neatly pedicured toes, pink and white surrendered on flip flops. Her long tanned legs were capped by khaki short shorts and met with a baby blue blouse, with the shadow of a generously filled bra underneath. She didn't stand very tall, maybe 5'1 Jerome ventured. Focusing on her face, he saw her pearly white smile and thin pink lips. She had sharp features that were accentuated by her dark chestnut brown hair. Oh my, now if that isn't an angel, I don't know what is. Jerome missed the tray she was carrying, and only registered it as she went put it down next to Stephen. He caught a profile of the woman as she bent to place the tray, noticing she had quite a bit to work with behind. And a booty, lord you have outdone yourself! Jerome grinned at the lady, squinting as if he were looking at the sun.

"I thought you boys could use something to drink after all that work." She smiled pouring a glass. Jerome stood up and extended a hand out to her. She looked up as he towered over her and looked at his massive hand.

"Thank you kindly ma'am. Name's Jerome." He smiled widely as he accepted her hand.

"What a gentleman!" She looked at how her little white manicured hand disappeared in his palm. "I'm Marisa, Stephen's wife." She looked at Stephen with a veiled air of disappointment. Thanks for the introduction Stephen.

"Yes, Jerome. This is my wife." Stephen jumped up missing his cue. He turned to his wife, "Marisa, this is Jerome, our new neighbor." Stephen added with less enthusiasm than warranted. He noticed they were still lingering in their handshake.

"New neighbor! Oh well aren't we so lucky?!" Marisa exclaimed. Damn lucky, she thought. "Welcome to the street Jerome."

"Please ma'am, call me Jerry." Jerome couldn't stop smiling. The southern gentleman in him refused to waver. He was pleased to see the color come into Marisa's cheeks.

"Oh!" Marisa blushed, "Jerry, you don't have to be so formal." Marisa quickly looked him up and down. His t-shirt fit so tightly. Though he had a bit of a belly, his legs were strong and muscular. "Please have a seat and let me serve you." Jerome sat down and continue to smile.

"What have you got there?" Jerome pointed to the pitcher as Marisa started to pour another glass. "Is it lemonade?" Marisa bent over and extended the glass to Jerome.

"It sure is Jerry," She smiled as she handed him the glass. She could see that he was looking down her blouse, so she lingered in the position. His eyes were fixated on her luscious breasts. "Freshly squeezed, just the way I like it." She added, joining Jerome in a laugh. Stephen quietly sipped his glass, quickly feeling the cordiality becoming too cumbersome.

"Well Jerome, we'll leave you to it." Stephen said as he stood up. "Come on Marisa." He said to his wife. "Enjoy the house Jerome. It's one hell of a property." Stephen turned and noticed his wife was still standing near the new neighbor. He held her hand and gave her a tug. She turned and waved bye to Jerome, who returned the gesture. What the hell just happened, Stephen thought.

Jerome watched his new neighbors return to their home. He admired Marisa's ass as it adhered to her short shorts. That's a lucky man, Jerome thought.

Friday Night Delights Ch. 02



Jerome spent most of the next day fixing up his room and home office. He considered working from home three out of the five days in the week. Considering he was going to be doing a majority of the administrative work, and because he was the boss of this branch, it was for the best. As much as he loved getting out there and being physical in his job, he wasn't the young buck he used to be when he played. Reflecting on this fact, he knew he had to fix that. Looking the mirror these days was not the most pleasant experience. Though handsome, he was balding, kept a sharp goatee, and could stand to lose his gut.

Maybe a gym might work, he thought. He looked outside and surveyed his backyard. Identifying a small patch, he thought it was be a nice place for an outdoor gym. Canopied and free-weights, he would be the envy of his former football player friends. Jerome started making a list of materials and returned to the window to see where everything would go.

As he scanned the backyard, he noticed that the Sanders had a large pool. While Jerome got the better house, it was no doubt that Stephen had the nicer backyard. Complete with a wooden deck and built-in outdoor kitchen/grill, it put Jerome's bare yard to shame. Gotta keep up with the Joneses. Jerome resolved to remedy this too. He scrutinized their yard some more and upon scanning saw a figure on a chair near the pool. It was Marisa in a burgundy two-piece and over-sized sunglasses. She was applying some sunscreen on her legs, Jerome glued to the vision. She continued with slathering her upper body as well, providing views of her ample cleavage privy to Jerome's window. He watched her for a few minutes without realizing that he was stroking his cock. His gazed was quickly interrupted by the door bell.

A few more dings and Jerome was in a quick sprint downstairs to the door. He held on for a moment before opening to hide his massive boner. He looked through the peephole and saw a hot young blonde continuing to ring the bell. Jerome opened it quickly. "Hello there. Can I help you?" He asked the young lady.

"Uh... yeah. Are you Mr. Ray?" She asked.

"Yes, I am. Who are you miss?" Jerome asked as he admired her up and down. She wore a tight pink tank top with a white tennis skirt and wedge heel flip-flops. The girl appeared slightly disgusted by his checking her out.

"I'm Courtney... uh... Sanders. I live next door. My mom asked me to come over here to ask you if you would be interested in having dinner with them later this week." Jerome smirked at the idea and let it swirl around in contemplation.

"Well, young Miss Sanders I would love to have dinner with them. What day would this be?" Jerome smiled as he asked.

"Um, I don't know. I'll have to ask my mom and see what she says." Courtney appeared confused. Jerome amusingly understood.

"Alright then miss, you let me know. I look forward to it. Thank you." He nodded to her as she left. The apple sure don't fall far from the tree, Jerome thought as he watched Courtney walk back to her house.

After completing his list, Jerome went out and gathered the materials for his out-door gym. Upon his return, he gathered the materials in his backyard and did a quick inventory. He was delighted to see that Marisa was still sunbathing. She was on her stomach and her bikini bottom had rode up remarkably, presenting her beautiful butt. Jerome struggled to keep his cock hidden well in his shorts even though she was facing down. He tried to focus on his work but kept glancing over. One unfortunate glance however, resulted in a sight he was not as excited to see. He noted Stephen walking over to his yard.

"What are you working on over there neighbor?" Stephen yelled out as he approached Jerome's work site. Jerome feigned some cordiality in his voice.

"Well, neighbor, I'm working on an outdoor gym. I have the space inside, but I figured since it's so nice out here year-round, why not make use of this open space." Jerome shared as he waved toward his yard. The two spoke further about Jerome's blueprints.

Marisa looked up and across the yard at her husband and Jerome talking. Jerome had taken off his shirt and was standing next to her pale husband. He was waving his massive arms around, gesturing to god-knows-what to her clueless husband. Jerome's gray shorts fit tightly halfway up his thighs and his dark, thick calves were taut. I sure do love chocolate, she thought. Through her sunglasses she saw him direct her husband to pick up a piece of piping to be moved. Stephen looked lost and could hardly pick up the piece. She saw Jerome laugh and noticed his large pecs tighten and relax with his hearty laugh. She peeped at him further and could feel a wetness come over her. She saw the remnants of his sculpted abs and the obvious bulge in his shorts. Jerome squatted deeply to lift the pipe and she gasped as how tight his ass looked. She undid her top and removed it from underneath.

Stephen, feeling out of place, bade good luck to Jerome on his project and retreated back to his yard. He saw his wife at the poolside and yelled out to her. "You coming in dear?" Jerome looked up and at the way of the couple, specifically at Marisa and her bare back.

"In a little bit honey." Marisa yelled back to Stephen. Stephen shrugged and went back inside. She looked through her dark shades towards Jerome's yard. He held his hand on his crotch as he looked her way, unaware she was looking at him. She took the cue to flip over and bared her chest for her neighbor. Jerome tried to hide his joy at this splendor. Marisa gave her tits a jiggle to present to Jerome that they were in fact all natural and very plentiful. The way they were splayed and draped on her chest, Jerome probably wouldn't be able to tell, but she knew he would enjoy them. She pretended to put her head to the side for a moment to see what Jerome was up to. She noticed that he had sit down and was stroking his cock. I'll give you a show. Marisa reached for the sunscreen and presented her bare chest to the squeeze bottle. A few quick squeezes and white cream squirted on her chest. She began massaging it into her skin and grabbed her handful for him to see.

Jerome was stroking furiously through his shorts, the tip of large cock peeking through his shorts while he was seated. He had never seen such beautiful natural breasts before. Marisa had finished rubbing and squeezing her tits, Jerome was fit to explode in his shorts right there. He tried to avert his gaze while he did his work but couldn't help the occasional peek over the steel fence. He eventually noticed that she was getting ready to go back inside. She stood up and reached for her bikini top. He bit his lip, still perky too, damn. She looked up towards him as she put the top back on, while he was in mid-appreciation, and he quickly looked away.

"Hey there Jerry!" Marisa yelled out. Jerome looked up and smiled, waving back to her. She waved for him to come to the fence. Jerome stood up and sauntered over with some of his project pieces in hand. Marisa admired the Adonis figure walking towards her. She could see where his pre-cum had wet his shorts. "What are you working on over there?"

"It's a work in progress ma'am. My out-door gym. I told your husband he can come over any time to use it." Jerome chuckled. Marisa laughed out loud.

"Stephen? Work out? You gotta be kidding Jerry!" She laughed girlishly. "I'd probably be getting more use out of it than him." Jerome's laughter turned to surprise.

"Oh really? You hit the gym pretty hard? What do you do?" Jerome smiled as he looked down at her, prospecting his golden body. Marisa laughed and looked up, flexing a bicep for him.

"I sure do. I try to keep fit. It's always nice to get a good work out in." Marisa volunteered. "I mostly stick with cardio and lower body." Jerome examined her legs. "Usually squats." Jerome licked his lips and nodded.

"I can definitely tell." He eyed her some more, admiring her gams. "You sure are dedicated." He smiled back to her, "You're welcome to use my gym any time!" Marisa beamed at the offer.

"When do you think it'll be done?" She asked.

"Oh I probably be done with it here in about two days." Jerome speculated. Marisa nodded in approval.

"Wow, well that's pretty soon. You must be a pretty skilled with tools to work that quickly." She said. Jerome laughed his signature bellow.

"Yes ma'am," He adjusted himself through his shorts, "I have been known to lay a pipe or two." Jerome shared with a grin. Marisa turned a shade red.

"I'm sure you can," Marisa laughed as she casually licked her lips, fleeting a glance at his groin. "Well I hope you can finish it up soon. Good luck!" She turned to go back inside. Jerome fixed his gaze on her tanned rump as she walked, jiggling for his attention. She turned quickly and caught him staring. "Oh!" Jerome shifted his gaze up quickly. She smiled at catching him. "I sent Courtney over yesterday about dinner. Would you be able to come over Friday?"

"Yes ma'am. Friday sounds wonderful. Should I bring anything?" Jerome grinned his toothy smile.

"Oh no, just that big smile and a big appetite!" Marisa smiled back. Jerome laughed.

"I sure will do ma'am." Jerome turned back to his work and contemplated what the rest of the week would hold.



Friday Night Delights Ch. 03



Unfortunately, it didn't seem like a lot of work was getting done on the following day. Marisa looked out of her kitchen window into her neighbor's backyard. She gazed up the pile of tools and pipes that looked untouched from the day before. The clouds were gray and a drizzle had taken over the day since the morning. Marisa moped around the house in her pajamas and watched day-time television. What a bore! There was always work to be done around the house but it just wouldn't hold her attention. She parked herself in front of the TV and flipped the channels.

Zoning out on the 500+ channels of cable changing, it took a moment for her to register the sound of beeping coming from outside. A noise out of the norm amongst the drizzle, she had to investigate. Looking through the sheer curtain, one of her unusual past-times during the day, yielded a drab truck parked in her driveway. Jay's Pools and Spas was etched on to the side of the vehicle. Marisa racked her brain for a moment. Did Stephen schedule someone to come work on the pool? She hadn't known for sure and sent an inquiring text to her husband. She waited for a moment, anticipating a knock at the door, but there was no sound.

Maybe they just had a work order Stephen gave them. She rushed back to the kitchen and looked out into her backyard toward the pool. Not a worker to be seen there either as she glanced it over. Until her eyes fell next door. Two men were hoisting what appeared to be a jacuzzi on to Jerome's deck. The drizzle obstructed the view, but she could see that Jerome was in his football windbreakers showing the men where to place the hot-tub. He looked like a coach guiding some players. The guys from Jay's followed his directions expertly and installed the jacuzzi in no-time. Marisa had resumed watching her favorite talk-show and only glanced to see that their truck was already gone.

Next door, Jerome was finishing up his paperwork for the moving business. After completing the payroll and balancing the checkbook, he gave himself the rest of the day off. Kicking back on his couch, he looked out the window into his backyard and saw the materials of his incomplete gym. Well it ain't gonna build itself. He tried to will himself out of the prone position but it just wasn't happening. Has it come to this Jerry? C'mon you lazy bones. Encouraging himself up, he took the blueprints for the gym from his coffee table and entered the foyer. On the floor, he saw that his mail had been deposited through the mail chute. Looking closer, he saw a sticker still attached to the door. Jerome pulled it off and read it as a notice for a package left. It marked the package being left at the garage door. Strange, I don't remember ordering anything. As he went to his garage, he did remember ordering a connector piece for the gym. Upon opening the side door of his garage, he saw a medium sized box on the welcome mat. It looked to be what he was waiting for and he brought it inside to his kitchen counter. 

It felt much lighter than he expected as he examined the box. The tape had been slightly ripped and did a poor job in keeping the box closed. Jerome sifted through the packing peanuts and pulled out a box that put him in mild surprise. He held it as if it was familiar but also very strange. The box art displayed a large cup with a giant black penis coming out of it as the text on it read, "Super Venti Mocha: Black and Strong, Just Add Cream." Jerome let out a chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. This has to be a joke, he thought as he laughed silently to himself putting the dildo back into the box it was shipped in. He carefully taped it back up to be returned, realizing that he hadn't looked at the shipping label. 

It was addressed to another address, the mailman must've got the wrong house. Jerome noticed that it belonged next door. He licked his lips as he saw that it was addressed to a certain M. Sanders. Jerome didn't waste any time and wanted to correct this postal error. He threw on some sandals and went next door with the box. After knocking for what seemed like an eternity, Jerome turned to return home. He noticed there wasn't a car in the driveway so it was likely no-body was home. However, as he took a step, the door opened and he turned around.

Reluctantly opening the door was Marisa. She peered out and recognized Jerome instantly. "Oh, hey Jerome. How's it going?" She smiled, pleased to see him. 

Jerome blanked out for a split moment as he glanced over his neighbor. Barefoot with her pink and white toes, Marisa's legs displayed her magnificent tan as her velour shorts held on to her like a second skin. Her spaghetti strap tank top appeared comfortable as it dipped below the middle of her chest. Jerome noticed how the slight breeze outside introduced him to her perky big nipples. "It's going real good Marisa. Just enjoying this lazy day. From the looks of it, you are too."

Marisa nodded and brought her arms up to fix her hair into a pony tail. Jerome couldn't tear away his gaze from the way her tits struggled to resist the pull of the garment. "Oh yeah, I probably look a mess. I'm sorry Jerry." She saw that he was holding a box and he instantly saw that she noticed the reason for his visit.

"Naw ma'am, you look just fine." Jerome smiled. He held the box out to her, "I think the packaged was left at the wrong house. I saw the label and it was y'all's address, so I thought I'd return it." Marisa had a look of confusion on her face.

"Hmm, you know... I'm not sure if Stephen was waiting for something or not. Or might be Courtney's. I'll hold on to it either way." Jerome handed her the box and she wrapped her arms around it. A moment silence made for a slight awkwardness between the two as their business was done.

"Oh! I'm sorry about the truck earlier, in your driveway ma'am." Jerome blurted out. "I didn't think it would take too long, but I'm sorry if it caused you any inconvenience." He noted Marisa's confused expression.

"There was a truck out here?" Marisa feigned ignorance.

"Yes ma'am. I'm having a jacuzzi put in on my deck and the fellas thought it was be easiest to park the truck in y'all's driveway to move the thing back there." Jerome explained. "I probably shoulda asked if it would've been okay for them to park there."

"It's quite alright Jerry. I didn't have to move the car this morning so it was no inconvenience at all." Marisa waving it off with her arm. Jerome caught the jiggle in her freely covered breasts.

"Well I sure am glad that it wasn't. But I still feel bad about it." He said, trailing off apologetically. Marisa caught some of his genuine, simple remorse.

"Oh don't feel bad," She frowned slightly and smile, "Now you'll just have to let me and Steve come use it!" Marisa laughed. Jerome smiled at the suggestion. "Speaking of backyard projects, how is that gym coming along?" Jerome's smile subsided a bit.

"It's a work in slow progress neighbor. I was having a lazy afternoon too, after I got my business work done. Didn't feel like doing nothing after." He gave a small laugh. "I'd better get to it if I want to finish it soon." Jerome turned to leave and Marisa noticed the missing pep in his step.

"That sounds good. Listen, I could put on a pot of coffee if you'd like," Marisa pointed towards her kitchen. Jerome stood and looked in as Marisa put the box down on the staircase. Her ass cheeks peeked out towards Jerome as he read the "SEXY" printed on her shorts. "I'll make it black and strong, it'll wake you up something fierce." She smiled big.

Jerome's thoughts instantly went back to the contents of Marisa's package, he grinned widely at her gesture. "I appreciate the offer ma'am. But I think I'll be alright. I generally don't drink coffee this late into the afternoon." Marisa continued to smile and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, oh well, your loss, in a friendly way. "Maybe I'll take a rain-check though if that's okay with you?" Jerome asked. 

"Of course Jerry. Anytime." Marisa nodded enthusiastically.

"Great," Jerome smiled, "I look forward to it." He started to walk into the driveway and turned to her while she stood at the door. "I'll have you know I do like a little creamer!" He barked out to her.

***

"Yesterday was an absolute wash babe." Stephen said as he picked up his keys from the kitchen counter. He peered out the window into his backyard, looking toward the sky. "Thank the real estate gods it's clear today." He gaze lowered and he saw Jerome working in his yard on the gym. Geez man, put a shirt on.  Though he couldn't say it out loud and admit it to himself, something unsettled him about his big, smoothly bald-headed, black neighbor. The way his chest was peppered with gray and black mossy hair and the spandex shorts he always wore, it made Stephen almost consider putting up a privacy fence. Have some decency. Stephen just shook his head to himself in disapproval. "You think he's ever going to finish that gym out there?" He asked his wife.

Marisa, moved up behind her husband and hugged him from behind. She caught a glimpse of Jerome towering over his tools, with his tight ass in his shorts. She smirked and patted her husband on his back. "Oh I'm sure he will honey. He said the rain yesterday delayed some of his concrete work. But considering how hot it is today, it looks like the perfect weather for the project." She put her coffee mug in the sink and could feel the look of confusion from Stephen survey her.

"Is that right?" Stephen asked her in a matter-of-fact tone. "When did you all chat yesterday?"

"Hmm...," Marisa thought out loud for a moment. "Oh it was some time in the afternoon. The mailman delivered our mail to his place by accident and he was kind enough to bring it over." Some relief appeared on Stephen's face. Marisa continued, "He also wanted to apologize for a truck in our yard. Did you know he had a jacuzzi put in on his deck? The man moves in less than a week ago and already knows how to class up the place." Marisa put a hand on her husband's chest. "You know how bad I've wanted a hot-tub all these years." Stephen exhaled slowly and looked around the kitchen.

It was littered with boxes in various states of packing, as was the rest of his home. Courtney was off to college and the feeling of the nest emptying was painfully dawning on Stephen. "Well maybe we'll have some space once Courtney is gone." He calculated the turn around time and the void that would be there at the end of the week when his daughter went off. Marisa nuzzled up on him to encourage him. "Okay okay, I will call Jay and get a quote on some models." Marisa squealed and kissed him. "I better get going. I didn't get a whole lot of selling done yesterday so I've got to make up for today. Do you need me to pick anything up on the way home?"

Marisa thought it over for a moment and her face lit up. "Yeah! Don't forget to bring the bread and relish for tonight." A light bulb went off in Stephen's head, they were cooking out for Courtney. As he walked out the door, he reminisced about the fond memories of long summer days and grilling with his family. Now his little girl was getting out into the real world and he was grasping for that feeling again. His reflection was interrupted abruptly when he heard a voice call out.

"HEY STEVE!" Jerome yelled from his driveway, walking towards Stephen's car. Stephen pretended to be in a rush as he rolled his window down. Jerome leaned in towards his window, his big arms and hands resting on the car. "Sorry 'bout hollering you down man." He smiled at Stephen. Stephen returned a half-hearted, anxious smile.

"Uh- um-, it's alright Jerry. What's up...homie?" Stephen said, awkwardly. Jerome contorted his face at the question and brushed it off with a smile.

"Well... homie. I just had a question about the water system set up. See I got this jacuzzi yesterday from Jay's but I'm not sure if I got the connections right. I know you got a pool from them and wondered if you could help me set it up later today." Jerome explained. A wave of relief came over Stephen's face. Jerome smiled at the sight.

"Ah, yeah that can be a tricky thing because you want to have the right pressure. I have to get to work right now, but I will swing by later and I can show you the set-up." Stephen said confidently. Jerome smiled a big genuine grin and offer his hand for a shake. Stephen looked at the gigantic palm and let go of his confidence as he put his hand in Jerome's. He watched Jerome strut back to his home and pulled out of the driveway to head for work. 

The day wore on for Stephen but he looked forward to the quality time with his family that afternoon. He worked diligently and closed on a few houses that were backlogged. By the end of the work, though he was exhausted, he felt accomplished. He went to the market and bought some of the fixings for the grill that Marisa requested and made his way home. He even got a six pack of premium beer, realizing that they hadn't given a proper "Welcome-to-the-Neighborhood" gift to Jerome yet. Upon arriving at home, he found his wife preparing the burgers over the sink, looking out the window. Stephen stepped in from behind and gave her a hug, she laughed.

"You're back! Did you get the stuff from the store?" Marisa asked.

"I did, everything you asked for you." Stephen replied, looking up and out into Jerome's yard. A bit of surprised filled him.

"What's that for?" Marisa asked curiously, pointing to the beer Stephen had brought. A question that tore away his wonderment for a moment.

"Oh that. It's sort of like a house-warming gift for our neighbor. He told me about the jacuzzi and asked for some help before I left this morning. I figured I'd head over and have a few beers with him while we work on it." Stephen said nonchalantly. Marisa looked at him doe-fully.

"Well it's that nice of you. Alright, well go ahead, I'll take care of the rest of the food prep." She kissed her husband. "He's been working pretty hard all afternoon, I'm sure he'll really appreciate your help." The thought of his wife watching Jerry all afternoon dampened his spirits slightly. Stephen grabbed the beer and made for his neighbor's yard.

Jerome was just finishing up a couple push-ups as Stephen admired the completed gym. "You made it!" Jerome yelled out to him as he stood up, almost lording over Stephen. Stephen looked up at him.

"And with gifts." Stephen laughed a little, extending the six pack towards Jerome. Jerome smiled and shook his head.

"I really shouldn't after a workout, but why the hell not. You gonna have one with me?" Jerome offered jovially. Stephen nodded in earnest, handing Jerome a bottle. 

"I'd love to," Stephen accepted looking around, "Hold on, I'll go get an opener." As he turned to go home to retrieve one, he heard the turning cap open.

"Don't worry about it Steve. Here give me yours." Jerome said accepting Stephen's bottle and opening the cap with his hands. Stephen shared an inaudible thanks. Jerome pulled out the instruction manual for the jacuzzi and handed it to Stephen. "So... where do we start?" Stephen poured over the manual for a moment in silence and began directing Jerome on which pieces needed to be connected. Stephen realized this was the longest amount of time he had spent with his new neighbor so far. The notion had also dawned on Jerome as they worked together.

"I really appreciate the help Steve." Jerome said as he worked on tightening a nut on to a connector. "You and Marisa have been great to me while the other neighbor's haven't really said anything. Is that normal around here?" Stephen took a moment wandering his thoughts about what Jerome mean about him and Marisa being great to him. He snapped out of it quickly.

"Yeah, a lot of these folks tend to keep to themselves." Stephen shared as he took a swig from his beer. "You've got to realize they've been in this neighborhood for decades. You and my family are the newest on the block. Speaking of which, I don't think I've ever asked. Are you married?" Stephen took a sudden curiosity to Jerome's life.

"Naw Steve. I can't say I had the pleasure. Came close though, real close. Work always got in the way. She couldn't handle all the travel I did with the team and it didn't work out." Jerome heaved a sigh and let the silence do the talking for a moment while he worked. "I ain't lucky like you Steve." Jerome said breaking the quiet. "You got it all brother. Beautiful wife, good kid, great job. You living the dream man." Stephen let the sentiment set in, nodding in agreement as he took another drink. "And all I got over here is this big deck." 

Stephen choked slightly on his drink at what Jerome said. He tried to get the stereotype out of his head and focus on what Jerome had shared. "Yeah you're right. But that isn't going to last for long. Courtney is heading off for college tomorrow. So life goes on." Jerome nodded his head. "It's going to feel weird to have that empty nest, but I'm kind of looking forward to it." Jerome clinked Stephen's bottle.

"Where she going?" Jerome asked.

"State. We're going to move her up tomorrow and I'm going to go back on Friday with the rest of her stuff." Stephen shared. Some gears were turning in Jerome's head.

"Two trips? That's going to be a long ride. Sure you ain't gonna get tired out?" Jerome offered some sympathy. Stephen hadn't considered the distance to be so long but did some buzzed calculations, admitting to the long journey. "Why don't you take one of my trucks? I'll have my guys come and help you load it up so you can save yourself the extra trip." Jerome started to say as Stephen began shaking his head in friendly disagreement.

"No no no, I can't let you do that man. You have a business and proper protocols on renting. I can't." Stephen profusely refused. Jerome smiled.

"It ain't like that man. You're my neighbor and I can help out. It's on the house. If you can't accept that, then at least in return for the beer." Jerome began to laugh as he held up his bottle. Stephen caught the infectious buzzed laugh and shook his head in approval. They clinked their bottles again in agreement of the deal. Jerome turned on a valve from the wall connected to the jacuzzi and it began filling up. He let out a howl and thanked Stephen for all his help.

Strangely, Stephen didn't feel like leaving even though the work was done. Though he was a little drunk, he could feel the warmth of his neighbor and appreciated the time they had spent working together. Jerome began putting his tools away and Stephen's memory was jogged. He had to start getting the grill ready and said his farewell to Jerome. "Thanks again Steve." Jerome stopped and stood in front of Stephen, giving him his full attention. "I really appreciate it man." Stephen was unaccustomed to his neighbor's exuberant amicability and awkwardly thanked Jerome back.

Back home, Marisa heard the back door open and saw a smiling Stephen come in. "Someone's in a good mood!" She worked on chopping up some onions. Stephen's glazed eyes laid on her with marked lust.

"I am. I am. I am. Look at you," He feasted on the sight of his wife in her white, red flowered sun dress. "You look fantastic." Stephen kissed her as his hands met the end of her skirt on her upper thigh. It was short, just the way he liked it. He began to pull it up but she stopped him quickly.

"Nope, not yet. We've got work to do. Did you start the grill?" Marisa turned to business mode. Stephen frowned.

"No, I'll go do that now. Is Courtney home? I'll wait for you two outside." He grabbed the bag of charcoal from the garage and went the backyard. Stephen began to fill up the coal basket on the grill when he heard some grunting. Looking up, he saw Jerome in the middle of a pull-up set on his gym. Shirtless, the sinews glistened with every rep and sweat beaded around his body. That son of a gun, already at it, Stephen thought and smiled, taking off his own shirt in camaraderie. He continued to get the grill ready. The second time he looked up, Jerome was no-where to be seen.




Friday Night Delights Ch. 03



Marisa brought the patties out on a plate as her daughter brought the bread and condiments. She saw her husband's pale back and was mildly amused at the sight. "Did you put some sunscreen on dear? You are going to get burnt!" She laughed out to Stephen. He looked back and smiled at the sight of his two favorite ladies taking a seat at the patio table. "Grill looks ready," Marisa said as she stood next to her husband. "Do you want me to put the burgers on?" Stephen gave her the go-ahead. She started to place the patties on the grill and looked up, across the yard to see Jerome emerge from his house. He was in what looked to be a silk robe.

Jerome stepped out and saw his neighbors getting their cookout under the way. He had to squint a little from Stephen's pale white chest, but he saw Marisa standing next to him with her big sunglasses. They looked in his direction and waved. Jerome smiled wide enough for them to see his cordiality and twisted off the cap from a bottle Stephen gave him. He raised the bottle to them and nodded. Stephen, from distance, had a smug friendly smile, nodding in approval. 

Marisa studied the fine specimen of a man from behind her dark shades. The robe draped over Jerome like small sheet, he had cinched it around his waist and looked like a dark Greek god. Jerome's massive thighs interrupted the flow of the silk and his gait was like that of a fine show-horse. That gym is already showing results, she thought. She involuntarily held a breath while Jerome picked up a few stray tools in his yard, hoping to get more glimpses of his dark roasted chestnut skin. "Marisa, could you get some of the bread so we can dress this meat up." Stephen said, snapping her out of being mesmerized. She went over to the table while her daughter began talking about what she wanted on her burger. Marisa continued to zone out, occasionally looked up and in the direction of Jerome's yard.

Jerome, behind some shades of his own, could feel that there was an attention on him. The smooth silk on his body felt cool. After that first good workout in a long time, he knew that he had to take measures to recover. He admittedly thought, couldn't keep his eyes off his neighbors. Stephen was pretending to be absorbed in his grill work, and Jerome could tell Marisa was occasionally looking in his direction while she prepared the burgers. The sun was shining just right as it fell behind Marisa, and Jerome could make out her tight figure's shadow through the sun dress. There was a nice gap between her thick thighs. Above, the dress had cut generously low, revealing cleavage only moderately held together. Jerome struggled not to stroke his cock right there.

Marisa noticed Jerome was looking at her, two can play at this game. She made sure to cut the rest of the tomatoes with her arms brought in, show that she could present her own ripe melons to the on-looker from a distance. Once she was done, she sat and sipped her white wine. She looked at her husband from behind, his back already turning red and his love-handles spilling out over his shorts. She looked across the yard and saw the tight robe knot around the Jerome's waist and the way the end of the robe slightly flared at his thighs. He was standing as she admired him, he took a drink from the bottle and held it to his side. With his free hand, the removed the top of the jacuzzi and tested the water with a finger. He appeared to nod to himself in approval. Marisa continued to look him up and down, finding the sight appetizing. Jerome turned to the side and began to undo his robe knot, Marisa's eyes focused closer. He slipped off one side revealing his dark physique in full, taking the beer in his now disrobed arm. He let the rest of the robe fall and turned back to face the Sanders yard and the jacuzzi. Marisa's pussy blushed and rushed to wetness.

She tilted her head slightly forward and did not strain to see Jerome's giant black cock swinging freely. Like a giant pendulum itself marking the slow passage of time that she feasted upon view of it. A warm sensation of lust overcame her body as she watched him prepare to get in the jacuzzi. He held the bottle near his groin and she could see how it was dwarfed by his soft monster cock. It curved slightly and swung gently with his movements. His balls were big and hung loosely. Oh my god, Marisa thought. Jerome put a leg up into the jacuzzi and his cock jiggled side to side pointing briefly at Marisa. His ass looked bullet-proof and very well toned. I could never get my hands around that.

Stephen had shifted his weight a little in discomfort as he brought the rest of the grilled burgers to the table. He had to snap his wife to attention. "Maybe we should head in, starting to look a little cloudy." He said in an effort to get her attention, she didn't respond. "Here you go darling." Stephen handed her the plate. Marisa snapped out of it and looked at the plate.

She looked back up in the direction of Jerome's jacuzzi. "This meat looks great babe," She looked at her husband through the sunglasses and looked back at Jerome. "I can't wait to taste it." 



Friday Night Delights Ch. 04



The following morning was crisp and full of energy as Jerome ran down the stairs into his foyer at the sound of a knock. Opening the door revealed his dear old friend and football teammate, James. They shook hands and held their arms out mutually, going in for a hug reserved for the best of friends. Jerome invited James in, but James held his arms up in an arrested protest.

"Whoa there man, don't you think we should get this move on?" James said, pointing to the truck.

"Bruh, you gonna have to forgive me for completing forgetting about that. I'm just glad to see you. You looking good man. You been working out? It's been a minute." Jerome casually laughed as he poked at James.

"Always a joker," James laughed back at Jerome. "Nah man, I been busy with the business. When you gave me a call about coming out here to help a friend, I figured it was as best an opportunity to come see ya." 

"Oh I see how it is. You just here on business huh?" Jerome put on a serious face trying to hold back a smile. "Can't just come out to see a brotha? I see how it is." He erupted in laughter.

"Man you know it ain't like that," James laughed, "I'm glad to see you're running a tight ship down here. I knew I could trust you with this area." James looked around and nodded his head at the two moving guys standing near the truck. "You got a pretty good crew."

"Yea, those guys are dependable. They always be ready at a moment's notice. Dependable dudes." Jerome prided himself. "Thanks for sendin' them my way." He bumped fists with James. James adjusted his tie and continued to watch the moving guys clean out the truck bay. 

From the Sanders house, Stephen emerged with some papers in hand and looked quizzically at the truck in his driveway. As he looked towards Jerome's house, he saw Jerome wave to him with another man by his side. James turned to Jerome as Stephen approached him, "Is this the dude?" James asked as he dissected Stephen's look. Jean shorts with a tucked in polo-shirt and fanny pack.

"Yea, this is the guy. His daughter is going to State and I offered to pay for the moving cost, like a good neighbor." Jerome enlightened James. "Don't mess though, dude knows a thing or two about pools and jacuzzi, he helped me hook mine up. Even if he look like a fool." They both snickered at the comment and subsided as Stephen arrived.

"Well Jerry, I think we're ready." Stephen said, looking to James and nodding.

"That's good Steve." Jerome said and motioned to James. "This is my friend James. He's the one that owns the moving company. I guess you could say he's the boss, even though he don't act like one." James rolled his eyes and quick-jabbed Jerome in jest. James held his hand out to Stephen and they shook.

"Nice to meet you Steve. Congratulations on your daughter getting into State. You know that's where Jerome and I went to school? Lot of brothas doing great things up there." James said to Stephen.

"No I did not know that James. But that sounds very promising that your brothers are doing well there." Stephen replied genuinely. Jerome and James looked at each other and shared a small laugh.

"Listen Stephen. These guys, Sam and Dan, are going to follow you to the school where they'll help you unload the truck. They'll also help you load up right now too." Jerome informed Stephen. "If you've got some space in your car, one of them will ride up with you and ride back with the truck once it's unloaded. Got it?" Stephen nodded. "Great. Is the whole family seeing her off?"

"No unfortunately my wife had to work." Stephen shared. "She usually works from home, but this is one of her days when she has to go into the office. So she's going to miss out on the move."

"That's too bad." James chimed in. "Your wife, what she do?" 

"Nothing real exciting, she manages internet marketing accounts. Takes about four hours of her day, the rest of the time she's just laying around the house." Stephen explained.

"I didn't know that Steve." Jerome shared. "That actually sounds pretty interesting. I'd love a gig working from home!" James laughed.

"Fool, you are pretty much working from home!" James cracked at Jerome. Stephen watched the both of them laugh. Their bright white teeth guffawing and grinning, up above him. He noticed that James were a pretty well-dressed guy in his suit. This was also the first time he had really seen Jerome dressed professionally in trousers and a dress-shirt. He looked at his own ill-fitting shirt and felt out of place among the tailored big men.

"Well I better get a move on the packing guys." Stephen tried to say between Jerome and James laughing. They composed themselves and agreed with him. As he walked away, he heard them laugh some more. 

"That's the dude you live next to?" James snickered. "Mr. Fanny Pack?" He howled.

"Yea that's Steve for ya. Good dude usually." Jerome shared and his eyes lit up. "You gotta see his wife though." James gave him a deadpan smile. "Bro, honey got the whole package!" Jerome outlined an hourglass figure and emphasized an ass as they both went inside. James slapped his back and told him they had work to do.

Later that day...

A car pulled into the Sanders driveway. The door opened and a high-heeled leg stepped out, its owner heaving herself out of the car. Marisa had finally escaped from the office. Her hair was in a frizz and her bloused was unbuttoned. The tight black pencil skirt had ridden up and she grabbed a handful, straightening it out. As she reached for her bag in the backseat, she felt the unfamiliar sound of a rip. Feeling the back of her skirt, the day got a little worse as she felt it.

Once she got inside, Marisa kicked off her heels and threw her suit jacket on the couch. She felt a wave of relief come over her. Standing there in the living room for a moment, two thoughts dawned on her. The first was the absence of boxes mean her little girl was gone. She felt sad for a moment but it quickly subsided as she realized the other thing. She was finally alone and had time for herself. The past few days Stephen had taken off to help in the packing kept the house a busy place. Now it was quiet and a woman could have peace. 

Upstairs on her bed, Marisa sat and took off her hosiery, tossing it aside. Her feet felt assaulted by the heels that she did not wear often. A bath sounded really good. She went into the bathroom and turned the faucet on to fill the tub up and added some stress-relieving bubble soap. As the bath ran, she returned to the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. Grabbing her breasts and smoothing her hands down her body, Marisa took off her blouse and skirt. She stood there in her black lingerie, turning and admiring her own ass in the black thong. Reaching around, she undid her bra and her breasts assumed their natural tear-drop shape. She liked what she saw but something was off. She turned to the side and continued to look at her deflated self. She caught notice of her slumped posture. It looked defeated. Not bearing to look at it longer, she turned around and opened her closet. She eyed her running shoes.

Next door James and Jerome were working on expanding the fleet in Jerome's region. They post up a map on Jerome's living room wall and pinned it with viable areas for a new storage and a truck parking lot. The work had wore them thin as James was having a drink and Jerome had his sleeves rolled up trying to encourage his partner to stay focused. The fact of it was that both of them were ready to call it a day. 

"If we put the depot right here," Jerome said as he pinned a street corner on the map, "then I think we might get the best coverage for the town. What do you think?" He was met with silence and when he turned around, he discovered James had fallen asleep. "James! Man wake up. We ain't done yet. I'm on to something here." James abruptly stirred.

"Hmmm? Hmm... mmhmm. Sure sure sure." James said, still half-asleep and rubbing his eyes. Jerome turned around and continued to share his idea but James was drowning him out as he looked into Jerome's backyard.

"... so this is the plan. What do you think?" Jerome finished.

"Mmmmmhmmmm. Very nice Jerry. Very nice." James said. Jerome turned to him to see why he sounded so strange with his 'mmhmm'. He followed James's line of sight into his backyard where he saw Marisa had wandered into his backyard. "Looks like you got a little snow bunny in your yard." James added. Jerome squinted through the blinds to see if it was Marisa. The tight pink spandex shorts and white tank top couldn't be mistaken. By now he couldn't confuse Marisa's fine, slim calves and thick ass thighs. He watched her get into some stretches and admired the limber image.

"Bro, that's Stephen's wife. Marisa. Didn't I tell you?" Jerome asked James.

"You told me she was the whole package. You ain't said she was the premier luxury package. Look at the bells and whistles on that body man. God is good." James bumped fists with Jerome.

"He sure is. He sure is." Jerome agreed as Marisa reached for her toes, exposing her ass cheeks in the yard. "When I built the gym, I told her and her husband could come over and use it any time." James let out a whistle as Marisa pushed her chest out for a stretch. "I didn't think she would be over to use it so soon."

"Well you'd better go out there and make sure she knows what she's doing." James suggested as he saw her look a little confused on what equipment Jerome had installed. 

"Nah man, I'll let her be." Jerome conceded. James gave him an incredulous look.

"If you ain't going, I'm going." James handed his drink to Jerome and opened the patio door to Jerome's backyard. Jerome tried to pull James back but he already saw Marisa took notice. Jerome grabbed James before he stepped out the door and went first. 

Marisa smiled widely at the sight of her neighbor. Wow, he fixes up really well. She admired his sinewy forearms as they held up his rolled sleeves. Jerome had his everyday gentleman smile on as he approached her. "Hey neighbor! I hope you don't mind me taking you up on the gym offer?" Marisa pointed at the out-door gym.

"Not at all ma'am! Glad to see it be put to good use." Jerome squinted as he looked at her.

Marisa looked at the equipment and showed some confusion. "I haven't been able to make good sense of how to use some of this stuff." 

"Jerome always be making some complicated shit." James interrupted as he strut out from the house, eyeing Marisa. "But then he do know how to use it too darling." Marisa brought her arms in closer to her as James walked around her. He was a little taller than Jerome but slimmer. She could smell a faint whiff of alcohol as he stood next to Jerome. The contrast of his cornrows and gold teeth against his suit was a strange sight. 

"Marisa, this here is my friend James," Jerome explained, "He's the guy that owns the moving coming. I had him come out with a bigger truck for your daughter's move today."

"Yea, trucks ain't the only thing we got bigger." James blurted out and smiled. Jerome looked at him annoyed.

"We were just going over some area maps to see where to set up more shops in the region." Jerome continued to explain. Marisa nodded her head with interest. "Steve told me you had work today and couldn't help Courtney move in?"

Marisa rolled her eyes in exhaustion. "Yes I did, it was a long day. I got home and just wanted to relax but I figured a good way to unwind would be with a work out." She looked around Jerome's yard.

"That's a great idea." Jerome sympathized. "Over here you've got the pull-up bar, over there are the free-weights, there's a bench right there too." Jerome had given a quick tour of the gym. "Is there anything in particular you were wanting to work on?" He searched Marisa's face for any indication.

"You sure got the lower body under control Marisa." James said, his eyes feasting on her legs and ass. Marisa gave him a short thank you.

"I do want to work on my arms and back. What do you suggest?" Marisa asked Jerome. Jerome thought for a moment and looked around the gym. He pointed at the free-weights and told her to go get a comfortable pair. Marisa brought them back.

"Alright, the bent row is really good for the chest, back, and arms. It's pretty easy too. I think you'll like it." Jerome explained the form as he stood behind Marisa. "You're gonna want to keep your legs shoulder width apart." Marisa moved them apart a little. "A little wider." He looked down and could see her ass cheeks were relaxed. "Great, now you're going to want to straighten your back." Marisa assumed good posture and Jerome moved around front. She was popping her ass and her chest was proudly out. James was silently pretending to stroke himself off behind her. Jerome walked back around behind her and pushed James out of the way. "Now, move your torso down so that it's nearly parallel to the floor. You can bend your knees a little." Marisa leaned forward and her butt pulled her shorts up, revealing the bottom of her ass again. "Make sure you keep your arms straight so they hang by your side." Jerome reminded her as he moved in front of her, crouching a bit to see if her torso was parallel. He took a gratuitous look at her hanging tits. He could feel his cock growing in his trousers and stood up straight in front of her. 

Marisa kept looking forward in the form and caught the outline of Jerome's gigantic cock in his pants. She kept her eyes forward like he said. "How does it look?" She asked. Jerome had went back behind her once more to check.

"It looks really good." Jerome reassured her. "Just make sure your legs are spread out the right width. Like this." Without notice, Jerome wrapped his large palms around each of Marisa's thighs, right under her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to the correct width. Marisa flinched at his touch. She felt the grazing of his large thumb on her pussy over her shorts as he lightly pulled her ass cheeks open. She started to get wet as he gave her thighs a squeeze, "Good job, that looks really good." Jerome let go and continued his explanation. "Now you just want to bring the weight up with your arms as if you're doing a bench press." Marisa did the range of motion and her breasts squeezed up against her chest and hung again with each repetition. "That's perfect, you've got it." Jerome congratulated her. She stood at ease at the accomplishment.

"Thanks so much for the new move Jerry. I'll be sure to incorporate it into my routine." Marisa beamed in a lustful haze. Jerome appeared to be pleased by the sentiment.

"Any time ma'am. You just let me know if you have any questions." Jerome offered and turned to James. "James, you and me got some work to finish. We ought to let Mrs. Sanders finish her work out." James continued to stare at Marisa's body and nodded without looking at Jerome. "Enjoy the rest of your day Marisa." Jerome said to her as he and James went back inside.

As they closed the screen door behind them, they stood there for the next half hour watching Marisa's work out. "Man... I know you gonna hit that. You gotta hit that." James said to Jerome. He stood there with a look of contemplation. "She's practically asking for it." James added.

"I don't know man." Jerome broke his silence. "They're some good ass neighbors, I don't want to mess up a good thing like that."

"Mmhmm, good ass is right." James nodded in approval. Jerome looked at him with apathy.

Outside Marisa casually looked back at Jerome's house. She could see the two of them still watching her from his living room. She turned her back to them and took a deep squat and stood up again. With each repetition she jiggled her ass a little, knowing full well she was showing the candy for the taking.



Friday Night Delights Ch. 05



Stephen adjusted his tie as he looked in the mirror, furrowing his brow with failure, he undid it quickly as his wife yelled at him from downstairs. "Are you ready?!" Marisa barked from the kitchen below. Stephen quickly re-tied the knot and moped at himself. Why do we have to match? He asked himself, feeling embarrassed wearing the pink tie. He could hear the heavy knock of heels ascend the stairs as he turned to see Marisa walk in. "Oh my god," she said, "You look adorable! We look amazing." Stepped in front of Stephen and admired herself in the mirror.

"Yeah..." Stephen said, sounding deflated, "we look amazing." The comment appeared to fall on deaf ears as Marisa continued to pose for herself.

"You don't think it's too over the top do you?" Marisa turned to ask her husband. She was met with a clueless stare. "The dress Stephen!" His eyes scanned over her listlessly. She knew he didn't care for the color. Stephen began to make an attempt to compliment her.

"Oh... um... yeah it looks great!" His voice lacking enthusiasm. "I really like... um... I really like the way the way it hangs on you." Stephen managed to make the observation.

"It better hang well, this is chiffon darling." Marisa explained primming her hair. "I got it for a steal at the boutique this afternoon. I loved the way this jewel neckline looked. How does my back look?" Stephen tried to find the words.

"Good?" He blurted out. "I mean, it's cut low which I like." Stephen smiled. Marisa rolled her eyes at the compliment.

"You're supposed to say it looks amazing." She said, annoyed. "It's shorter than what I usually like but I really liked how flowing it looks. But you just think it's okay." Marisa feigned a pouting frown.

"I never said it was just okay." Stephen chimed, picking up the cue to move in. He put his hands around her waist and moved them up to grab her tits. "It makes these look delicious! Maybe we can skip dinner so I can have dessert!" He began to kiss her nape and she laughed. Stephen explored the dress some more, putting his hands in the opening of the jewel halter, pulling the sides to show Marisa's delectable cleavage. The doorbell rang, and while she was enjoying the touches, she quickly grabbed his wrists and pulled them down.

"Not now honey. It looks like our guest has arrived!" Marisa's eyes lit up as she walked past her husband and down the stairs. Stephen quickly followed behind. They stood in front of the door, briefly arguing about who should open it. Stephen looked through the peephole to see Jerome looking around as he waited outside. Marisa stood behind her husband, smoothing out her dress and hair as he opened the door. Just outside, Jerome towered over the opening in his suit and tie, holding a brown paper bag in the shape of a bottle.

"Come in, come in," Stephen offered to the neighbor. Jerome ducked his head slightly to walk into the foyer. "Welcome to the Sanders home." He said extending his hand in greeting. Jerome smiled big and shook the man's hand.

"Thanks y'all, feels really good to be here." Jerome looked to Stephen and then to Marisa. "Ma'am you look fantastic. I like the matching theme you two got going." He added with a laugh.

"Oh you do?!" Marisa cried out. "You know what, Stephen hates it. He simply did not want to do it but I am glad you appreciate it." She took Jerome's arm, feeling the rigid forearm under his thin shirt. "Come along into the living room and have a seat!" They moved along leaving Stephen behind, but not before Jerome handed off the bottle to him. Stephen looked at the paper bag and pulled out the bottle. It read "Cristal".

"Jerry, you really shouldn't have brought this," Stephen said as he entered the room, looking at the bottle and looking up to see his wife seated next to and in side-conversation with Jerome. "We've got plenty of drink around but thanks for bringing this! I've never had Cristal before." Stephen finished, grabbing the attention of the seated twosome.

"Yes, Jerry. Stephen and I don't get around to drinking a whole lot of champagne except for New Years. It goes straight to our heads." Marisa laughed out. "We don't even have those glasses for them... what are they called." She searched for the name as it was on the tip of her tongue.

"Flutes?" Jerome answered. "I never really drank out of them neither. Usually we popped a bottle of this stuff after making the playoffs or something. I just drank it out of the bottle at that time." He gave a hearty laugh and Marisa joined in while Stephen gave a slight look of bewilderment. Marisa shook her head in reassurance.

"Well we can't have that can we?" She smiled towards Jerome while she tossed her hair back behind her shoulders. "I mean, it would be a mess!" Marisa turned to her husband. "Stephen, why don't you go out and get some of those flutes. I think I saw some at the liquor store, they had some plastic ones." Stephen tried to hide his annoyance at the thought of having to run the errand.

"Oh I think we could just have some in the wine glasses we have here. No need to go out for that." Stephen suggested. Marisa sent him a veiled glare through her smile.

"No dear. If we have this fine champagne from our fine neighbor," Marisa touched Jerome's thigh, lingering on it. "then we have to do the drink some justice and have it the right way." She looked at Jerome for agreement, her hand still on his thigh. Jerome looked at Stephen and shrugged his shoulders, nodding in guilty agreement. She could see the consternation in Stephen's face. "Please honey, could you go get those flutes?"

Stephen let out a sigh. "Sure. Is it the liquor store at the mall?" Marisa nodded in earnest. Stephen looked at his watch. "There's going to be a lot of traffic around there right now but it shouldn't take too long." He looked to the kitchen and turned to his wife again. "Make sure you turn off the oven," Stephen turned to Jerome and smiled, "we don't want to over-roast the chicken!" 

Jerome smiled and chuckled in amusement. "Oh no we sure don't. I do love me some big breasts," He said as he looked at Marisa and trailed the view down to her leg, wrapping his large hand around it and looking back at Stephen. "and those juicy thighs, mmm making my mouth water Steve. You better get back quick." He looked at Marisa again and licked his lips quickly. "Or else you'll be stuck with the leftovers!" Jerome and Marisa laughed. Stephen cracked a small hesitant smile as he grabbed his car keys.

"I wouldn't want that!" Stephen said in an effort to be engaged, "I'll be back in just a bit." He made quickly for the door and let it slam. Jerome turned back to Marisa. They shared a moment of smiling and silence together. Marisa looked down at her thigh and saw Jerome's long fingers wrapped around it. He took the dress between his fingers and stroked her thigh. She immediately began to feel lightheaded at the sensation surging through her body.

"This is a great material. It looks really familiar. Did you get this at the boutique downtown?" Jerome asked her. Marisa quickly snapped out of the hypnotic sensation of his touch.

"Oh yes, how did you know?" Marisa was surprised.

"I walk down by that way often for work. I've seen this dress in the window on a mannequin. I gotta be honest with you. I thought it was some sexy lingerie! But you wear it really well!" Jerome gave his gentlemanly grin. Marisa blushed and looked down at the dress.

"I guess I can see that. The chiffon can be really sheer and soft. I could probably sleep in this. I just loved the way it fit on me so I had to get it. I think I look really good in A-Line halter dresses." She rationalized. Jerome listened to her intently but his attention wandered as he watched her gesticulate her toned arms, her chest pronouncing itself.

"Why don't you stand up and model it for me." Jerome suggested as Marisa caught a kindling of lust in his eye. She stood up and smoothed her dress out, rearranging the cascading look of her brunette locks on her bare shoulders. Posing as if a photo was going to be taken, Marisa stood in front of Jerome with her chin out and tilted down, a hand on her hip, and shifted her weight to a leg with the other bent out. Jerome grinned, "You're a natural." She giggled. He held a finger up and drew a circle in the air. Marisa got signal and turned around, maintaining the pose. She glanced back over her shoulder.

Jerome leaned forward in his seat and surveyed her open back as came to an abrupt end right above her butt. "Well what do you think?" Marisa asked. Jerome bit his lip as he smiled and nodded in approval. 

"Very nice. You've got a great toned back." Jerome couldn't peel his eyes away from it. "You must've been working out lately."

"I have been. Since you made that gym, I was inspired to get into some exercise and yoga." Marisa was proud to say. She noticed that Jerome's gaze had been distracted beyond her and looked back in the direction. "Would you like a drink? Stephen keeps the bar stocked pretty well." She pointed to the modest bar behind her. 

"I would, but you know I should probably make you one. Do you all have any Alize?" Jerome asked as he walked past her.

"I think so. There," Marisa pointed to the bottom shelf, "Check there." Jerome looked closer but still couldn't find it. Marisa came closer and pointed it out. Jerome was surprised he missed it being so close. He waved to her to have a seat near by while he began to prepare her drink. He looked around, appeared to miss something. Across the room he saw the Cristal on the table next to the sofa. As he walked back to the bar, he noticed how proper Marisa looked.

"Can't make it without this," Jerome said as he walked back, gripping and waving the bottle of Cristal. Marisa crossed her legs and tucked them under the chair, her hands in her lap, back erect, and her face looking up at Jerome as he stood near her. Jerome held the bottle in one hand below his belt while his other hand rubbed at the champagne cork. "I've heard that if you give the cork a good rub, it makes it easier to get it off." Marisa watched him hold the bottle close and rub the cork, she felt the urge to get on her knees. "Mmhmm, yeah that's it," Jerome whispered as he worked the cork, "almost there, just like that..." Marisa leaned in, her gaze fixed on Jerome working the cork over. He gripped hard and POP! Marisa jumped in her chair and laughed at her surprise. Jerome bellowed out in pleasure at her startling. "There we go!" Jerome prepared the drink, mixing Alize with Cristal in equal parts, adding garnishes and pouring the liquid into the cocktail glasses. He handed Marisa a glass and held his up. 

"What should we toast to?" Marisa asked.

"To your daughter getting off to college." Jerome toasted without missing a beat. They both took a generous sip and Jerome registered Maria's wide eyes in surprise.

"Oh my god Jerry, this is delicious. What is it?" Marisa took another sip. "I can't get enough of it already." Jerome laughed.

"I knew you'd like it. It's called Thug Passion." He said, tinging his satisfaction of the name with her liking. Jerome watched her take another sip and wrinkle her nose, smiling in enjoyment. "I got plenty more, you just tell me when." Marisa downed the entire glass like a cavalier. 

"I think I'm going to a need a nice tall glass Jerome." She said, with eyes that said come-hither. Jerome adjusted his belt and turned to the bar to make her another drink. He heard her stand up and come behind him. Marisa, just barely over half his height, put her hand on his chest, as high as she could reach. "Can I see how you prepare it?" He could tell she wanted to feel his pecs and he gladly obliged her.

"Here... why don't you try making it yourself. I'll guide you," Jerome reached around her and pushed her waist in front of him. She could feel him tower over her from behind and feel his eyes looking down her dress. He grabbed her thin arm in his hand, she studied just how big his hand was, it was nearly the length of her forearm. "First you pour the Alize..." She picked up the bottle and let him direct her arm and hand to pour the drink. "Then you need to get the cherry." Marisa bent down slightly to reach for the garnish compartments, flinching as she went down. She felt Jerome on her back. OH GOD, that had to be his hand, she thought. But as she felt it graze upon her coming back up, she saw Jerome's hands the bar. A warm rush came over her body and she struggled to continue making the drink.

Jerome stepped back and Marisa looked to see what had happen. His nose was in the air and a look of concern came over his face. "Is something burning?" Panic overcame Marisa.

"The chicken!" She yelled, running into the kitchen. Smoke was pouring out of the oven, "We forgot to turn off the oven! Shit. Stephen is going to pissed." Jerome came into the kitchen and began helping her clear the smoke out. 

After finally ridding the house of the burnt smell, the pair sat in the kitchen nursing another drink. Marisa's eyes were shining and her laughter was melodic. Jerome's teeth shared their exuberance at the company and the two chatted on the bar stools as they heard the front door close. Stephen came to the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of his wife and Jerome smiling and laughing, just as he left them. "I see you two are still having a blast," Stephen smiled, "What did I miss?" He searched them for a replay.

Marisa looked at Jerome and laughed turning to Stephen as she squinted and smiled as if she were lightheaded with joy. "Oh Stephen." She said, "It was amazing and you missed it." She turned to Jerome and gingerly patted his chest. "Jerry shared his thug passion with me," Stephen's face showed a strained horror, "and it was amazing. Stephen honey, oh it tasted it so good." Marisa slapped Jerome's thigh, "I can't get enough of it!" Stephen looked to Jerome with contempt only to be met with Jerome's satisfied smile.

"I can make you one if you'd like Steve." Jerome offered. 

"Oh... um..." Stephen stammered, grasping to comprehend everything his wife had said.

"It ain't take no time Steve. I'll get the Alize and Cristal and make one for you." Jerome reassured him as he got up. Stephen looked at his wife as she finished off her drink. She looked at empty glass and drunkenly looked at him, pointing to the glass and mouthing in silence "I love this stuff!"

"Oh my god," Stephen whispered so as not to be overheard, "Marisa, how many have you had while I was gone?!" Marisa laughed out loud.

"Only two!" She cackled. "They're so strong!" Stephen looked on at his delirious wife as he felt a quiet breeze upon his back. Jerome appeared behind him. Stephen turned around and looked up to see Jerome's pearly white teeth grinning at him.

"Here's yours Steve." Jerome handed Stephen a glass and held another. He hoisted it towards Marisa with a glint in his eye, "And here's another one for you Marisa. I know you're coming to love em'." Jerome chuckled. Marisa nodded her head in earnest as she took a sip from the fresh glass of Thug Passion. Jerome locked eye-contact with Marisa and nodded towards the oven.

"Stevie baby, I have some bad news," Marisa blurted out leaning into her husband, "We just lost track of time and the chicken ended up getting burnt. I know you worked so hard on it baby, I'm sorry." Stephen looked down, trying to hide his disappointment. He felt Jerome's heavy hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright Steve." Jerome consoled him. "I got some ham steaks marinating that I could throw on the grill. Why don't y'all come over to my place in a few while I get it fired up?" He looked to Stephen and then to an eager Marisa. Stephen let it mull over in his head and looked up toward Jerome.

"Um, alright Jerry, that sounds alright." Stephen said hesitantly and turned to his wife then back to Jerome. "Is there anything we should bring?" Jerome shook his head.

"No no, just bring yourselves and an appetite!" He slapped Stephen on the back as he laughed. "I'll see you two in a bit." Jerome opened the Sanders screen door and disappeared into the night.

Stephen looked to his wife with dismay. "I thought we were the ones who were hosting." Marisa grabbed her husband's cheeks in joviality.

"Stevie, it's just dinner. Quit being a sourpuss. I'm going to go freshen up before we head over." Marisa said she retreated upstairs their room.

Jerome threw the bag of marinating ham on his kitchen counter as his phone vibrated. Checking the notification, he pulled up the text message that disrupted his good buzz.

"My man my man, you lick that snowflake yet? ;)" it read. Jerome shook his head seeing it was from James. He didn't dignify it with a response and put the phone on the counter too. Resting for a moment, Jerome seriously considered his friend's suggestion. Why not? If it happens, it happens. He lost track of time fantasizing when he heard a knock at his front door. He unbuttoned his shirt to be a little more casual as he entered the foyer and opened the door. The Sanders stood, looking in meekly, still dressed as they were at their house.

"Come in, come in. Mi casa is su casa." Jerome said cordially, stepping aside for them to enter. They both walked in like innocent lambs purveying a foreign countryside. After a moment, their impressions registered.

"Jerry, you've got a beautiful place! It's so spacious." Marisa praised. Jerome glazed over his thank you and looked towards Stephen, who still held the drink Jerome made for him.

"Yeah Jerry, it's huge. A lot bigger than ours." Stephen feigned interest.

"Thanks Steve. I usually get that a lot." Jerome examined Stephen's glass. "How's the drink?" Stephen looked down quizzically for the moment and took a sip.

"It's... great!" Stephen replied with a look of surprise. He hadn't drank it since Jerome had made it and fully expected it to be terrible. Jerome nodded his head in approval and he put a hand on both of their backs, leading them to the kitchen.

"So I forgot about turning the grill on. Do y'all mind if we let it warm up for a bit?" Jerome pleaded with apology. Stephen and Marisa looked at each other and both shrugged with indifference. "Great! In the meantime though..." Jerome trailed off as he admired Marisa's figure and came up with a way to pass the time, "you know what's already hot?" The Sanders both shook their heads. "The hot tub! Why don't y'all slip in while I get the grill going?" Marisa's eye lit up while Stephen shifted uncomfortable.

"Ah we couldn't Jerry. We don't have our bathing suits or anything you know, and- " Stephen apologized as Marisa cut him off.

"We'd love to Jerry. Stephen and I were talking about getting one for our place too and this would be great to try one out! Thanks so much!" Marisa beamed. Jerome's eyes were easy on her.

"But... but we don't have our bathing stuff honey." Stephen pleaded. Marisa rolled her eyes and waved him off as she began to undo her halter. Jerome perked up at the sight.

"Oh Steve. We don't need all that. Just strip down to your undies and jump in." Marisa pulled her dress down revealed a matching black lace bra and panty. Jerome struggled to keep his gaze averted but couldn't help but take in the generous curves of Marisa's body. Stephen looked down at his belt as he slowly undid it, dropping his pants. Jerome looked over and made note of the pathetic white briefs on his pale legs. Jerome shook his head in amusement and pointed to the door.

"Just take off the lid and enjoy. I'll be there in a moment." Jerome directed them. The Sanders made their way to Jerome's backyard. Jerome turned to massage the ham a bit more before taking it out. As he came out, he saw Stephen had already gotten in the hot tub but Marisa was still standing near it. "What's the matter?" He asked.

"Oh...?" Marisa turned and smiled to see Jerome arrive. She looked at him doe-fully. "I can't get in," She giggled. "Stephen couldn't pull me in. Could you help me up Jerry?" Marisa held her hand out. Jerome put on his charm.




Friday Night Delights Ch. 05



"Ah I'm so sorry there Marisa. I didn't even think about having a step stool to get in. Usually I just take one stride and I'm in. Here let me help you." Jerome apologizing and putting a hand Marisa's back and another under her thighs. She let out a small squeal as he hoisted her up to the edge of the tub.

"Oh my god Jerry. That gym is totally doing the trick." Marisa elated. Jerome shook his head in modesty.

"No ma'am. Back when I played, I could probably bench two of you." Jerome offered, "Some things don't change." He gave her a toothy grin. She slipped into the tub and closed her eyes in comfort. "I'll join you guys shortly once I throw these hams on the grill." Jerome turned away and tended to the grill. Stephen leaned in towards his wife.

"Just a couple bites and we can go right?" He asked Marisa. Marisa casted an annoyed glance towards him. They heard the clank of metal on stone and Marisa's glance shifted toward Jerome. He had dropped his pants and was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt while facing the grill. She studied the muscle tone in Jerome's legs as they went up to his tight green briefs. As his shirt came off, she marveled in the sinews of his ebony back and arms. No wonder he picked me up like a feather, she thought. Marisa smiled to herself. 

"Make way for me there folks. Comin' through." Jerome signaled to Stephen as he hoisted a leg over the tub to enter. Marisa stirred from solace to see the front of Jerome's briefs less than an arm's length from her face. Her eyes had no trouble focusing in the dark, zooming in on the lack of symmetry where his briefs struggled to contain his divine manhood. Stephen was spared the view of Jerome's thick dick being restrained, extending to his hip, instead seeing the green briefs clinging to Jerome's toned ass. "Sorry about the full moon there Steve!" Jerome chuckled as he settled in between the couple. Stephen didn't acknowledge the view. "Ham should be done in a little bit. I put it on a low flame so the flavors will cook up real good."

"I thought you're supposed to cook pork a little dry. That's how I've always done it." Stephen offered. Jerome shook his head.

"No sir. Ham's gotta be juicy." Jerome corrected as he rested his arms on the jacuzzi arm rest, relaxing. "Trust me now... I know a thing or two about white meat." He felt a sensation on his thigh as Marisa broke the silence.

"Is that right? Well Mr. Big-Shot, what do you know about white meat?" She casted some intrigue towards Jerome as she touched on Jerome's thigh. Jerome strained his eyes during the silence to gather his thoughts, finding through the dimly lit water that she had provided the sensation. He licked his lips in preparation to enlighten the Sanders.

"Well... first you got to know that white meat needs to marinate for a few days." Jerome began, bringing his arms back into the water and pulling his hand out and gesturing towards Stephen. "Then you gotta feel..." Jerome simulated touching the meat and turned to Marisa, "if you feel that there's still some give, then you gotta let it set for few more hours."

"How do you know when it's done marinating?" Marissa interrupted.

"Oh ma'am. You just know." Jerome grinned as he reached over to Marisa's upper thigh under the rolling water in the tub. "I know right away when that white meat is succulent. That's how you know it's gonna taste real good." Jerome massaged at her thigh as he nodded his head and gave her thigh a tight squeeze. "Then when you give it a nice touch, that meat will just sweat its marinade. You feel me?" Marisa closed her eyes and nodded emphatically. "I think that juicy white meat might be ready."

"I do smell it Jerry. You might wanna go check it out." Stephen chimed in. "It smells delicious!" Jerome broke his lite gaze on Marisa and smiled towards Stephen as he started to rise up in the tub.

"It's gonna be delicious Steve, just you wait!" Jerome raved as he swung a leg over Marisa. She looked up to see the green briefs soaks and clearly outlining Jerome's gigantic cock. "Haven't met a person yet who refused my meat!" He said casually as Marisa looked up towards him, realizing she had been caught in her admiration. She watched him stride over to the grill and doing a double take in failing to notice his green briefs, that now looked invisible all together wet and in the dark against his skin. The Sanders heard the clank of some tools and the shut of a lid and looked up to see Jerome turn around. "Come get it y'all, it's ready."

Jerome began to set the table up as the Sanders got out of the tub and rinsed off. The aroma was pervading from the grill and Stephen could not contain his hunger. Jerome poured him another stiff drink and pass the plate of ham towards him. "Eat up Steven, don't be shy now." Jerome laughed. Stephen nodded his head in appreciation, chewing on the delicious eats before him as he gathered his words.

"Jerome, you're too kind man. We really appreciate you doing this even though we were trying to host." Stephen chuckled as he licked his fingers. "I mean it was the least we could do return the favor for helping us out with Courtney's move." Jerome shook his head humbly

"Ain't no thing Steve," Jerome clarified, "Y'all are good people. You don't got to do anything to show your thanks." Stephen smiled to Marisa as Jerome delivered the compliment. He saw Marisa gaze toward Jerome's bare chest while she licked her fingers clean, then turning to him.

"That won't do Jerry." Marisa chimed in, "Stephen and I always show our gratitude for our friends," she looked to Stephen and back to Jerome, stroking her leg against his under the table, "There must be something we can do for you?" Jerome closed his eyes and smirked.

"You know what, if y'all insist that much, just have me over for some coffee sometime." Jerome offered. "I just appreciate y'all's company." He got up and took their plates and nodded over to the hot tub. "Why don't you get back in while I clean up." Stephen stumbled as he got up and staggered to the jacuzzi. He hoisted Marisa up and in and then climbed over himself. Jerome had taken the plates inside.

Stephen slipped in and looked comfortable.

"I thought you were ready to go?" Marisa asked him.

"Well... I was. But the food was good and I'm feeling a little tipsy." Stephen smiled. "What about you?"

"I'm good. I'm ready whenever you are..." Marisa trailed off. The warm water circulated between the two, taking the place of the silence and peace that hung in the air. Stephen cozied up to Marisa and they both rested their heads and soaked. Marisa heard the close of the screen door and looked back to see Jerome had returned. He held her gaze as he approached and leaned on the tub.

"So how was it?" Jerome smiled as he pointed to Stephen, who looked to be slumped back.

"Mmm... Jerry it was delicious thank you so much." Marisa whispered. "But I think someone had a little too good of a time." She nodded towards Stephen, who now looked clearly asleep. Jerome laughed silently. "I think we might have to call it a night." She frowned apologetically as she shook Stephen awake. "Come on baby, time to go home." Stephen slowed to pull himself out and began walking to his yard, not waiting for his wife. Behind, Jerome offered Marisa an arm to hold as she got out of the tub. She sat on the edge and put her arm on Jerome's wide shoulder as he scooped her other arm under her thighs to pick her up. He hoisted her up like a doll and she relished being held in his strong black arms. They lingered for a moment looking at each other before Jerome put her down. Marisa touched his chest gently and mouthed a silent thank you as she turn to walk back home. Jerome couldn't resist the glow of her body in the night.

"You have a good night ma'am." Jerome called out as he continued to dine on the sight of Marisa's golden figure as it slipped into the darkness. 

He went back inside feeling the string of her bikini top still in hand, thinking how he could have just given it a nice pull right there at the end to make things more interesting. He had a decent amount to drink as well and decided to sober up with a shower before bed. Under the hot water, Jerome ruminated on the evening's events, having hoped for a better outcome. He couldn't believe how easy it was to pick Marisa up, despite her being so stacked. As he got out of the shower, he heard a cell phone ringing downstairs. Making his way down to the first floor, he nearly slipped on his own trail of dripping water from his body. The ring did not sound familiar and he was certain it wasn't his phone. Scanning his living room, he found a pair of pants on the floor behind the coffee table. It was Stephen's trousers next to that pink tie. Jerome shook his head at the forgetful neighbor. Jerome checked the phone and saw the missed call was from Marisa. He searched around the coffee table to find her dress strewn about as well. The smell of her perfume was still strong on it, Jerome's big nostrils verified it. As he pulled it away from his nose, Jerome saw himself get a bit hard at the smell, standing there naked in his living room. He looked at Stephen's cell phone and returned the missed call while stroking his cock with Marisa's chiffon dress. It rang for a few seconds...

"Hello?" Marisa answered.

"Hey baby." Jerome playfully replied. He sensed some hesitation on the other side.

"Oh...mmm- hi sweetie. How are you calling me when you're laying right next to me asleep?" Marisa played along. Jerome bit his lip smiling at her getting in on it.

"I must've just slept-dialed you by accident from my dream phone babe." Jerome attempted to keep from laughing while imitating Stephen's proper speech. "I just called to ask if you would go get my phone from Jerome's place. I think I might have left it there." There was another silence on the line.

"Mmm... are you sure it can't wait until tomorrow dear? It's just that I'm already in my nightie and I'd hate to disturb Jerry so late." Marisa made the excuse.

"Oh I'm sure you won't be disturbing him darling." Jerome reassured her as Stephen. "I bet he's still up thinking about the great evening he had with us." 

"You really think so?" Marisa asked him... fishing for Jerome's true thoughts.

"Absolutely honey. Just come- just go on over. I'm sure he'll be happy to see ya." Jerome laid on the suggestion thickly. "Don't worry about me, I'm just going to be sleep over here." Marisa hesitated again.

"Okay baby, I will go over and be right back." She resolved and hung up.

Jerome dashed up the stairs to his bedroom and cinched on his silk pajama bottoms. He looked in the mirror and decided to go shirtless. While he was no longer an Adonis in age, he was still very well built. It wasn't long until he heard a knocking downstairs. Rushing back down, he saw a figure in the screen door window in his backyard. Garbed in a white satin robe, Marisa knocked again as he saw her waving to be let in. Jerome saw her gaze at his core as he pulled the door back for her to enter.

"Wow...," Marisa trailed off before regaining her composure after admiring Jerome's chest, "I didn't think you would still be awake. What with the way we were all drinking, I was about to pass out too but you called back."

"Nah, I feel pretty good right now. I just took a shower so that woke me up a little bit." Jerome explained. He kept noticing her eye-contact fleeting back and forth between his eyes and body.

"Oh a shower. That's a good idea. I should have done that." Marisa said as she broke her gaze from him and looked around the house. "I completely forgot about our clothes here. I'm so sorry for inconveniencing you Jerry." Jerome watched her attention flutter from object to object in the living room, his own sight set on the way her short robe hung on her breasts and ass. 

"No inconvenience at all ma'am." Jerome said as he carefully traced the panty lines under her robe. Marisa turned quickly and Jerome shifted his gaze up instantly. "Listen, would you like something to drink? Maybe a night cap?"

"You don't have to call me 'ma'am' Jerry. Just call me Marisa." She smiled at the act of having caught Jerome staring at her. "And sure, I would love something to drink. Do you have coffee?"

"I just might," Jerome replied as he looked to be thinking to himself, "Let me go check alright? Why don't you have a seat and make yourself comfortable." He pointed to the sofa and made his way to the kitchen. Jerome began searching his cupboards for any warm beverage drink but only came up with some old coffee. A bit of desperation overcame him.

"Hey Jerry! It's alright if you don't have any. Don't worry about it!" Marisa yelled out to him from the living room. Jerome's worry deepened at her call-out and he frantically thought for a few moments. In the living room, Marisa sat on the edge of the sofa, primming and fixing her robe to look appropriate. She tussled her hair and applied her lip gloss in the glass of Jerome's coffee table.

"How about mocha?" Jerome yelled out from the kitchen. "Is that alright?" Marisa perked up and straightened her back at the sound of his barking voice.

"Yes that sounds great!" Marisa replied back to him. She waiting a while longer, wondering what was taking so long. Drifting into her own appearance, Marisa made small adjustments to her attire. She pulled her robe up to show a little more leg. She opened the chest a tad bit to show more cleavage. As she looked down to ensure everything looked alluring at breast level, she saw Jerome emerge from the kitchen. 

"Sorry it so long Marisa. I'm not the best coffee maker." Jerome apologized for the delay as he walked towards her with a steaming mug in his hand. She looked up to him just as he stopped to stand in front of her.

"It's quite okay Jerry." Marisa smiled as her eyes met the outline of Jerome's cock directly in her sight. She looked up to see the sole mug. "You didn't make any for yourself?" Jerome gave her an easy, toothy grin.

"Oh yeah. This one is mine." Jerome clarified as he untied the drawstring on his pajamas, causing them to slip to the floor, unveiling his giant black cock in Marisa's face. She gasped at the sight of it. "I got your Super Venti Mocha right here." Marisa continued to look at it in amazement. The sheer thickness of it. She looked up to him and Jerome gave her a nod. "Go ahead. Have a taste. I know you like it." Marisa gazed at Jerome's thick ebony thighs and reluctantly smoothed her nightie out on her legs. 

She moved in closer to the behemoth in front of her. It's veins and ridges twisted and glistened in her eyes and her mouth watered instantly at the sight of it. Jerome did not hesitate as he put his fingers between her auburn hair and gently pushed her towards him. He felt her resist a little, knowing full well she was still in awe of his pride and glory. Marisa opened her mouth ever-so-slightly and Jerome tilted his back awaiting the warmth of her little pink lips. "That's right, go on." She closed her eyes and gave it a lick, instantly hearing Jerome's satisfaction. "There ya go. That's it..." He trailed off. 

Marisa held him by his thighs, feeling the toned, hard skin between her fingers, he was sturdy. Jerome looked down to see her struggled to put the tip in her mouth and gave a thrust, plunging it in watering mouth. She might have been middle-aged, he thought, but she sure as hell sucked like a twenty-something. Marisa licked and popped his cock vigorously, occasionally looking up to see Jerome's delight. She was met with his toothy, lustful grin. "Mmmmm..." She made audible her enjoyment as well. He asked her if she liked it. "Mmmmmm-hmmmm," Marisa replied as she continued slathering it with her saliva. She pulled it out, seeing the wetness of her mouth drip off of it. "I've never had anything like it." She said as she looked up to him. He rested it on her face.

"Good. But don't leave out the boys now." The length of his cock overshot her face as she went underneath it, licked and sucking his big, smooth, black balls. Jerome took the opportunity to stroke himself as she feasted on his jewels, giving them the star treatment she gave his cock. As it grew in size, so did his desire to ravage the married white pussy in front of him. Marisa buried her face in his balls and gave long lick back up his shaft and put the head back in her mouth, taking it her own hand. She was blown away by not being able to wrap her fingers around it. By now, his entire dick was shining in the light by her doing. 

Jerome pulled it away from her and told her to get on her knees. Marisa did as she was told and found herself sitting neatly on her legs, in front of Jerome spread eagle with his swinging hard-on, dripping from her spit. She didn't have to raise her self as Jerome hung so low that she could just open her mouth and take him easily. Jerome put his hands on his waist and let Marisa enjoy herself. At first she struggled to control it with her mouth alone, giving up and putting her hand on it again. 

Except one hand wasn't enough, she employed the use of both hands and could feel the effect on Jerome as she milked his chocolate cock into her mouth. "Oh yeah, that's it right there girl..." Jerome let out as he put his fingers through her hair again, "...work it real good now." Marisa blissfully bobbed on his big black dong, feeling it grow with her every pull. Jerome looked down to see her eyes closed and mouth drenched from the deed. He couldn't take it much longer and pulled away from her. "Get on the couch." He ordered her.

Marisa did as she was told, getting on all fours on the couch facing him. Jerome stood in front of her mouth again and told her to get to work again. Marisa didn't need to be told twice and continued with her tasting. She could feel his eyes on her and it turned her something vicious on his cock. A feeling on her back startled her, but it was Jerome's hand, liberally exploring his little white body. The size of their bodies were so vast, she could feel his hand wandering down her robe to her butt. The coolness of the room rushed on her bare behind as he pulled the robe towards him, not straining to reach. She could feel his finger exploring between her plentiful cheeks. Jerome's thick finger grazed her ass hole and she puckered her lips tighter around his cock. 

"Looks like I'm not the only one that's excited." Jerome chuckled in his raspy voice as he dug his finger between her pussy from behind. Marisa, with her mouth full, nodded and licked away. She felt his finger release its grip and wrap around her waist. "Hold on now..." Jerome warned her, instantly lifting her up and turning her around and upside down while she kept sucking. Marisa's thighs rested on his shoulders and she could feel Jerome's breath between her legs and on her pussy. "We never did get to dessert did we?" Jerome asserted as he dove in on her velvet pink pussy. Marisa's back straightened at the sensation and Jerome could feel her flinch on his cock. 

Jerome went to work expertly on her pussy, licking and sucking her lips... she had never been eaten out like this. Marisa, overwhelmed by the skill and arousal, couldn't keep Jerome in her mouth, letting him out. He dined and devoured at her while she rested her head against his monster cock, pitifully attempting to lick it while he enjoyed himself. She could feel tits against him as Jerome's arms clenched at her waist, holding her close. She felt weightless and euphoric, wrapping her legs around his head and barely holding his tight ass in her small hands. "Oh my god Jerry... oh my god." She finally managed to say.

Jerome pulled back and admired the red, red pussy and the work he had put in. It was puffy and ready for him, he didn't even need to ask. He flipped her back up-right without warning, like a doll in his hands. Marisa struggled to stand, regaining her balance as she leaned up against the naked mandingo. "You're delicious..." Jerome told her as he pulled at her hair gently, pulling her head back to look at him. She had a dazed look on her face, in disbelief of what was happening. "Why don't you have taste?" Jerome tilted his head down to kiss her as he pulled her head up slightly. Marisa took to her toes to reach his lips barely as he forced his tongue down her mouth. She felt his big black lips engulf hers and soon felt Jerome's hands on her ass, groping and squeezing her cheeks apart. She kissed deeper at the touch and Jerome lifted her up by holding her butt alone. Marisa could feel Jerome's dick between her legs, grazing her pussy as he held her up inches from the ground. Their lips unlocked for a moment and it was the only opportunity for Marisa to get a word in.




Friday Night Delights Ch. 05



"Fuck me please." She said, exasperated with pleasure already. "Please fuck me Jerry." Marisa looked up toward Jerome while she stroked him, with a hand on his chest. "Fuck me with your beautiful black cock. Please," She kissed his chest, "Please, please, please." Marisa pleaded. She continued to gaze at him, only to see him toss his head back in a laugh. His deep chuckle sent shivers down her.

"You think you can handle this?" Jerome asked as he nodded toward his cock, "This ain't no toy." He clarified, his speech slipping into a cadence reserved generally for his friends. Marisa gingerly stroked it, looked up, and nodded biting her lip. "Been plenty of white women who been turned by it. Stephen ain't going to cut it no more after this." Jerome laughed.

"Please Jerry. I have to have it inside of me..." Marisa gazed at her source of pleasure. Jerome caressed her ass under her robe, licking his lips and nodding in approval.

"Alright... alright," He thought for a moment as he admired her tanned skin. "I tell you what. You show me how bad you want it." Jerome pushed her slightly away from him. "Go ahead, show me." Marisa bit her lip again with an electric gaze and turned her back on him, stepping towards his couch. She untied her robe and let it fall to the ground, revealing her apple shaped ass and tiny waist. Her brown hair cascaded on her shoulders as she looked back towards him and bending over the couch.

"Jerry, fuck me with your big black cock." She spread her legs further apart, her plump red pussy presenting itself for Jerome's taking. "I need it inside me. I've wanted it since I saw you get into the hot tub." Jerome moved in to feel her pussy on his fingers. It was delectably moist and his eyes eased at the touch of it. He licked his lips again and nodded as he stroked his cock harder.

"Very good." Jerome's gap-toothed grin presented itself again, in a sleazy manner not apparent to Marisa. He petted her pussy and put his middle finger in, feeling Marisa flinch again. "Now tell me you want this chocolate dick in you." He waited as Marisa recovered from his finger exploring.

"Mmm..." Marisa attempted to keep her cool but couldn't resist him in her already. "Yes! God... I want your sweet chocolate dick so bad in me. Please fill me up with it." Jerome pulled his finger out of her and opened her ass for his search. He held himself up against her pussy and could feel her squirming already. His bulbous cock head parted her pussy lips as he teased her with his entry. Marisa tried to push herself upon it but Jerome held her ass open firmly.

"Why don't you lay round right here on the couch." Marisa did as she was told. "Spread those little legs open!" Jerome barked. Marisa immediately lifted her legs open, resting a foot on the floor and the other on the couch. Jerome stepped in between them, throwing his own leg over hers and planting it firmly on the couch while his other leg cross hers on the floor. He imposed over her and noticed her staring at his dangling giant cock over her. Jerome lowered himself down and took his dick in his hand, slapping her pussy with it. Marisa continued to look on in astonishment at it. He rested it on her pelvis as its tip reached her navel and his balls hung over her pussy. "You wanna be my little white slut neighbor?" Marisa was preoccupied at the sight of his gigantic pendulum swinging above her pussy, signaling the impending havoc of pleasure to come, and she did not answer. Jerome took her chin in his hand and nudged it up to face him. "You gonna be my little white slut?"

Marisa whimpered and nodded as she felt Jerome lower himself on her, intently gazing upon him as she felt the tip of his cock touch her pussy. A wave of electricity surged through her at the graze. He let go of her face and looked down with his chocolate cock in his hand. She saw him hold it straight, pointing it and rubbing in on her muff. Marisa looked up to see Jerome grinning and licking his lips. Enough teasing... fuck me already, she thought as she squeezed her breasts and let them lay on her chest. She closed her eyes and felt Jerome pushing his cock head into her... she drew a sharp breath, feeling her self already stretching like a virgin. Marisa tossed her head back in blissful agony as Jerome began to enter. "Jerry... Jerry...," she put a hand on his chest, "Oh Jerry, slowly... please... oh god... OH MY..."

Jerry looked down to see merely half the tip of his cock disappear into Marisa. As he pushed further, he bared witness to her clenching the sofa, writhing in an agonizing joy. A rush of testosterone overcame him as he grabbed her by her tiny waist and pulled it towards him. Marisa wailed out. Jerome whistled low, "There ya go baby, nice and slow for ya." Plunging deeper into her, Marisa looked to see how much of Jerome she had taken and only accounted for his cock head missing inside of her. Her eyes rolled back and she could only hear Jerome's chuckle. She felt his leathery fingers run along her chest, grabbing and squeezing her tits as he wanted. Jerome spit down on her pussy even though it couldn't possibly get wetter. He was a blacksmith, forging his iron rod in her fiery crucible, striking it until was drawn out. Marisa felt him come to a stop and a hand on her clit, giving it a rub. "Looks we've reached the end of the line. Bottomed out." Jerome rested his pipe in her and Marisa relished in feeling completely filled up for the first time ever. Jerome leaned over and surprised her lips with his, locking in a lustful dance. Instead of pumping the petite pussy, he gyrated while they kissed, eliciting small moans from Marisa.

She felt him tear away from her kiss and Marisa took to tasting his ebony skin. It smelled and tasted like cocoa butter. Subdued by the scent, she came to her senses when she felt him pull himself out slowly. She could already feel the void left from his dick, but it quickly replaced as Jerome thrust it back in. Marisa let out a small cry, "Yes Jerry... oh my gosh! Fill me up with that black cock, please don't stop...yes... oh yes." With each pump, Jerome could see her white smile grow wider and her hair matting to her glistening forehead. The sight of her pleasure drove Jerome crazy and he began to pound harder at her pussy. Marisa moaned and scream with delight. "OH GOD, YES YES... Oh my god. Jerry. God." He felt like a god as he ravaged her little white cunt. "Oh my god... oh my, oh my god Jerry, I'm going to cum... I'm gonna cum... oh my god... oh... oh..." 

Marisa began to go silent as she took a deep breath, temporarily holding it. Jerome instantly took the cue and grabbed her by the waist, and instead of thrusting into her, pulled and pushed her torso against his giant tool like a play toy. Marisa's back arched as she let out a scream, clenching the couch, "I'M CUMMING. OH GODDDDDD. GOD GOD GOD, FUCK YES." Jerome moved her torso in a circular motion on him as he slowed down and pulled himself out. He stood in front of her, still completely stiff, finding her thigh twitching with a dazed look. A large wet spot showed on the couch, containing a small pool of white cream streaming from Marisa's ravaged pussy down to her ass and finally to the couch.

Marisa finally regained some focus after the earth-shaking orgasm to see Jerome towering at her feet while she laid on the couch. Her body was shaking, the tremors from the earthquake that just happened inside of her. Her eyes were still glazed over as she saw Jerome approach her, hanging his big cock over her mouth. She instinctively opened it as he lowered it down and sucked obediently. The sweet taste of her pussy mingled with the slightly salty flavor of Jerome's cum, filling her mouth with the remnants of the wave she sent on his cock upon cumming. "Mmhmm... that's real good Marisa," Jerome growled, "Go ahead and get it ready for round two." Jerome pulled his cock up and dipped his balls in her mouth. Marisa licked and sucked them with diligence and fervor, rubbing her lips and nose in them. Jerome was rough on her tits, grabbing and groping them willfully. He reached down to her pussy and indulged his finger on the wet slit, Marisa twitched at the touch. "Still feeling jumpy huh?" Jerome laughed, "Why don't you jump on this dick now."

Marisa didn't have to be told twice, dizzily standing up and watched Jerome sit down. She looked down to see his cock still glistening from her enjoyment of it, not believing how much she took of it. He spread his legs and the giant black cock hung waiting for its prey. Jerome waved to her to come between and put her knees on the couch around him. Marisa settled down on his lap and lifted up her ass to grab the black Damascus steel she had just forged in her pussy. She still couldn't get her fingers around it and struggled to guide it to her tight entry. Jerome, not wanting to delay, took a hold of his member and gave it a few slaps against her. She put her hands on his broad shoulders and lowered herself, cooing and sharply exhaling with each inch she devoured. 

Marisa bit her lip and shook her head, "It's too big Jerry... I can't..." Jerome sensed her hesitation and grabbed her torso to push her down a bit more. "Oh no no no... oh god... mmm... gosh it feel so good." Jerome bottomed out again and Marisa rested her head on his chest. She slowly lifted and lowered herself to her delight, moaning and breathing deeply. Jerome could feel the tightness of her pussy milk his cock from within, but still wanted to take matters into his own hands. Moving them from her waist, Jerome's enormous hands palmed both of Marisa's cheeks and pulled them open. The rush of an open asshole invigorated her as she felt Jerome's finger reach well into the crack.

Jerome, well aware of how easily he could grip her ass, began to rock her back and forth on his cock. Relieved of her duty to grind, Marisa straighted her back and tossed her hair back, submitting to the strong black hands guiding her to ecstasy. "That's right baby girl, just like that." Jerome closed his eyes and rested his head, feeling her soft white ass in his palms as he squeezed, pulled, and pushed them to his volition. Marisa's eyes were closed and only briefly opened to show Jerome that they were rolling back in ecstasy. His gaze shifted down to see her beautiful rounded breasts undulating to his whims, he couldn't resist squeezing the hanging sweet fruit and sucking on her luscious pink nipples. With a gentle bite, Marisa couldn't contain herself any longer and squirted all over Jerome. Jerome smirked as he saw the look on Marisa's shocked face.

"Oh my god, that's never happened before!" She whispered loudly.

"That's cuz you've never been fucked like that." Jerome chuckled as he gingerly tossed her aside while he stood up. "You keep cumming like that and you're gonna get dehydrated." He looked down at her, the sight of a used little white slut splayed over his couch. "I'll get ya some water." Marisa didn't respond and Jerome looked back as he went to the kitchen. She had a dazed look on her face.

"Thanks... Jerry." Marisa managed to sigh out, gaining her composure as she sat up on the sofa. Jerome returned with a glass of water and held it out to her. She looked up at him, admiring how large his dick was still. She took a swig of the water to parch her dry mouth. "Where did you learn to fuck like that?" Marisa asked, incredulously. Jerome smiled toothily.

"Let's just say I've been in quite a few tight places and had to learn a thing or two." He laughed and gave her a sly wink. As he winked, the doorbell rang and Marisa jumped at the sound. Jerome's face contorted in slight confusion as he looked towards the door. He looked back at Marisa to see a look of guilty horror on her face.

"Jerry! Who could it be?!" She pleaded. Jerry looked down at his watch.

"I don't know who would be here at this hour. I might have to go take a look." He tried to calm her down. Marisa began gathering her clothes. "Now hold on a minute, I can just check and send them off. You can relax."

"What if it's Stephen?" Marisa panicked. "He can't find me here like this!" She continued to put her gown back on.

"The way he drank tonight, he ain't waking up til at least noon." Jerome managed to laugh to himself. "Look, just have a seat," He put his robe on, "Don't worry." Marisa sat back down on the leather couch and cautiously looked around as Jerome left for the foyer. 

Jerome shook his head in amusement as he approached to open to the door. Considering the hour, he looked through the peep hole to see who it was. As he pulled back from viewing the guest, he shook his head again with a smirk, opening the door. Standing outside the door was James with his hands on his waist. "Well... ain't you gonna let me?" James joked with Jerome.

"Man, what you doing here so late?" Jerome asked, cinching his robe tighter.

"Well, I was passing through your hood and I figured I would stop by and pick up the ledger for this month. I was gonna come by tomorrow, but I just got back from a party. And I figured you'd be up since you texted me back." James explained.

"The ledger huh?" Jerome looked at his boss and friend skeptically. "Alright, just wait a second while I go get it." He began to close to the door and James stopped it with his hand.

"Damn man, can't I just wait inside?" James sounded surprised as he saw Jerome's reluctance fade. Jerome waved him in. "Shit, can't even let a brother in? Damn!" James walked in with a tinge of friendly disappointment. They walked into the foyer, stopping at the stairs as James appreciated Jerome's place. James's gaze wandered and attached to the scantily robed white woman in the living room. "Yo!" James whispered to Jerome as he avoided her gaze from afar. "What's your neighbor doing here?"

"Well... you know how I texted you earlier saying I'd be busy this evening?" Jerome looked in her direction before turning back to James and continuing. "I had that dinner with them, and just finished up dessert." Jerome smirked. James was looking at Marisa while Jerome spoke, waving to her, prompting her to wave back. 

Marisa pulled her white robe on a little tighter as she recognized it was James, Jerome's boss and friend. She could see them standing in the foyer near the stairs, talking to each other in lower tones. James looked different than the day she met him. He looked different in his baggy jeans and large bubble coat. She noticed his cornrows were now in a new pattern. She pulled her robe down further to cover her legs. He waved to her and she could see the gold teeth in his smile, she hesitantly waved back.

"I'm gonna go get you that ledger." Jerome turned to go to his office upstairs. "It'll just take a second."

"Hold up man." James whispered out to him, causing James to stop after taking a step. James moved in closer to whisper. "Remember that move you're paying for? For them?" James nodded his head towards Marisa. Jerome nodded. "Well, how about this. Why don't you take your time on finding that ledger..." James looked at Marisa and turned back. "...and you don't have to worry about paying for that move out of your own pocket." Jerome looked at James sternly, glancing to Marisa, then back to James. "Deal?" Jerome looked away and nodded his head in agreement. James gave him a friendly slap on his back as he went upstairs. 

Marisa heard Jerome go upstairs and as she looked up to the foyer, she could see James entering the living room. "Well hello ma'am, it's good to see you again." James offered his hand to shake, Marisa accepted it. "Marisa, ain't it?"

"Yes... you're James right?" Marisa replied.

"That's right, that's right," James looked her up and down, "I'm glad you remembered. You can call me Jim though, or Jimmy. Some of my friends call me Slim Jim. It's whatever you like." He could see Marisa feigning a smile. "You mind if I sit down?"

"Oh no, not at all, please." Marisa waved to a seat on the other side of the couch. James took a seat near her, looked at the wet spot where she had squirted on the leather couch.

"Damn, y'all must have had a good party, spilling drinks and what not!" James exclaimed, nearly scaring Marisa. He sat back on the couch, keeping an eye on her and noticing her lack of eye-contact.

"Yes we did... Stephen couldn't handle it all and fell asleep early. We happened to forget some of our things here and Jerome was kind enough to let me come get it." Marisa hesitantly explained.

"Yea, that Jerome can give you what you need." James said without missing a beat. He could feel the slight fear in the air. "I had to come and get a ledger from him and he's a class-act looking for it at this hour." 

"Really? That's very nice of him!" Marisa responded again, hesitantly keeping her words to a minimum.

"Yes it is." James said as he moved closer to Marisa. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Marisa looked at him, finally maintaining eye contact. "Um... yes?"

"Well, Jerry probably wouldn't want me to tell you this, but when he said he was giving your daughter's move on the house, he was actually footing the bill himself. Trying to be a good neighbor and what not." James revealed. Marisa immediately looked concerned.

"It came out to be a pretty penny because you all did get the works. The big truck, the movers, and an all day rental. Shoo... I hope y'all were satisfied. Were you?" James asked. Marisa only met him with a moment of silence in reflection

"Um... yes. Stephen did say he didn't have to lift a finger the whole time." She answered.

"Well that's good. I'm sure Jerry is glad to hear that it was worthwhile." James shared. He noticed and counted on the concerned look on Marisa's face. "What's wrong?"

"Oh... nothing. I just feel bad now that Jerry foot the bill." Marisa confessed. James smiled as if he were waiting to hear those words.

"And you know what, I almost feel bad about having to take his money for such a good gesture. I mean, helping a neighbor out like that, it's a good deed." James agreed. "But you know, I run a business, and as much as I'd like to waive it, I just can't." Marisa continued to avert her glances as she could feel James's gaze on her. 

"Maybe... maybe Stephen and I can just make some payments without Jerry knowing." Marisa looked up to her, almost on the verge of pleading. "Just to make it right you know?"

James cocked his head in contemplation at the notion. "Hmm... maybe." He said. He locked eyes with her as she waited for his answer. "Hey... is that silk?" James pointed to her robe.

"Yes, yes it is." Marisa smiled, awaiting a compliment.

"Do you mind if I feel it?" James asked.

"Sure."

James reached for a sliver of the robe near her mid-tight, rubbing the material between his fingers. "Oh yeah, this is the real deal." He looked up and saw her smiling and mirrored a gold tooth grin. "Maybe we can work things out." He continued to smile and put his hand on her thigh, slightly gripping the thickness of it. "But I can't take your money Mrs. Sanders." James began stroking on her thigh and slipped his hand further up her thigh, towards her crotch. "Maybe we can work something out... under the table."

Marisa felt his rough, dry, cold hand dig between her moist pussy lips as she looked up towards the stairs awaiting Jerome to come down any minute. She closed her eyes and attempted to block out how good she felt with the black finger caressing her below. She could hear the clank of metal and James movement on the sofa. His jeans rubbed up on her bare thighs. James wiggled and waved his finger idly and she placed a hand on him, realizing at the touch of his thigh that his pants had come off. She opened her eyes in a daze and looked next to her to find James stroking his monster cock with a grin. Marisa gasped at the sight of it. It looked as long and as thick the monster energy drink cans Stephen would drink before trying to have sex with her, for the energy. Her mouth was agape.




Friday Night Delights Ch. 06



The following day, Marisa looked out the window of her dining and entertaining room to the backyard. She reflected on the evening prior and how electric it was. Her daydreaming was getting the best of her as she was preparing the snacks for the book club. It wasn't until Stephen broke her silence that really paid attention to her surroundings. "Hey honey, you need any help with anything?" Stephen asked.

"No it's okay, I'm almost done here. The girls should be here soon."

"OK great, I'm going to be watching the game in the living room."

"Okay that's nice Stephen." Marisa brushed her husband off as she continued to finish her preparation. A little while later, there was a ring of the door bell. "Stephen! Can you get that? Stall them, I'm almost done!" She yelled out.

"OKAY!" Stephen yelled back. 

Marisa finished setting the coffee table and found her book. She waited in the entertaining room for her friends to come back but quickly wondered what was taking so long. She got up and made her way to the living room. She saw her husband talking but didn't see to whom. Marisa rounded the corner and stopped very quickly when she saw that it was Jerome. The tall man stood immediately at the sight of her. "Hello Marisa! How are you today?" Jerome asked cordially. Marisa was taken aback, not expecting him.

"Oh hey babe," Stephen stood up as well, "Jerry was kind enough to drop by with my cell phone! I can't believe I forgot it last night. I must've been really gone!"

"You were!" Jerome laughed and they shared a chuckle.

"That's real nice Stephen." Marisa mustered, "Thank you Jerome."

"It's no problem ma'am." 

"Jerome's gonna watch the game with me." Stephen shared excitedly.

"Yea it's gonna be a good one. I used to play against these guys. Always put on a good show." Jerome confirmed.

"Well that's great you two." Marisa feigned again. Jerome gave her a look that appeared to ask if something was up. Marisa amiably brushed it off. "I'll leave you two to it." She looked out the window into the front drive way and saw a white SUV pull in. "Oh it looks like they're here." 

Jerome watched her walk to the foyer to greet her friends. The sway of her skirt revealed a swift memory of how he had grabbed her luscious white thighs as he had fucked her. He attempted to conceal the semi-hard on which would equal an average sized man's erection. As Jerome looked down to make sure it was hidden, he heard the click of heels on the hard-wood floors and looked up to see the party had arrived.

"Girls, we're going to be in the other room," Marisa began and saw that her friends had noticed the dark stranger in the living room, "but first let me introduce you to our neighbor." Jerome drank in the sight, feasting on the flesh in front of him with his eyes. "Jerome, this is Becky." He looked her up and down, blonde, busty Becky, and shook her small hand. Marisa waved to her next friend, "This is Jamie." Jerome focused in on her lips, juicy lips Jamie, and met her hand. "And finally, this is Savannah." Jerome noticed her long legs and short skirt, peaches of Savannah, and shook her hand.

"Savannah huh? That's where I'm from!" Jerome bellowed out. They all laughed. 

"Well we better get to our book." Marisa hurried them along. The girls tore away their looks from Jerome. The moment he was free from their gaze, Jerome liberally enjoyed the view of them going to the entertaining room. The generous bump on the behind of Becky's white and blue trim skirt caught his focus.

"C'mon Jerry, it's about to start!" Stephen yelled out, breaking Jerome's fixation. When he turned, he saw the little white man eagerly tuning into the television. Before turning to view the television himself, Jerome took another lingering gaze into the entertaining room to see the women sit down and begin chatting.

In the other room, the ladies took their seats. Becky was sure to take the seat with a view to the living room while the others sat around the table. "Oh my god Marisa, it is so hot in here." Becky said as she tossed her blond locks behind her shoulders, revealing and unbuttoning the top few buttons of her top. "You really get some good sun in here, I love it!" She beamed.

"Thanks Becky. It is pretty nice. I love to read in here." Marisa pasted on a smile and shared it with her friends. "Speaking of reading, what did you all think of the book?"

"I thought it was really profound," said Jamie, "I couldn't believe how easy those women had it in those days!" 

"Seriously!" yelled out Savannah. "I wish I had someone to do my shopping and cooking." She let out a laugh in which they all joined.

"I know right. But they totally had things under control. Their husbands would have been out of luck if they weren't there to manage the estates." Marisa added her opinion to give some credibility to the discussion. The others nodded in agreement. "I mean, take Tabitha for example. If she didn't step in as the guarantor for the estate after her husband went to war, they would've lost all their land before he returned." Marisa noticed Becky to be staring off into the distance. "What do you think of that Becky?"

"Oh, umm," Becky was caught by surprised by the question. "Well, I think it was really good, absolutely. But she did have a lot of help, what with her maids and what not." The conversation took a lull for a moment while the ladies nodded with Becky's opinion. She leaned in and lowered her tone. "Marisa, why does your neighbor look so familiar?" 

Marisa feigned surprise and indulged the girls, "He should, he played for the Hawks!" She noted the confused looks from Jamie and Savannah, however Becky appeared to understand. "The football team? He used to play professionally. No idea what he's doing in our little neighborhood." 

"That's it! That's him! I knew I recognized him from somewhere. I had him on my fantasy football team a few years ago." Becky explained. "He always did come through for me!" She looked over Marisa's chair to see Jerome at a distant watching the game. "My gosh though, he is much larger in person." Marisa raised her eyebrows at the comment.

"He does have the height." Savannah added.

Marisa looked over her shoulder and reigned in the attention of the girls. "I had no idea he was a football player but he is absolutely a gentleman. When he was moving in, he probably could have moved it all in himself, but he let Stephen help him like a friendly neighbor." The ladies inaudibly awed. "Then he made this outdoor gym that he's letting us use whenever we like. It is great! I couldn't have asked for a better neighbor." She noticed a gleam in Becky's eye.

"Well, I'm sure it helps that he's easy on the eyes too." Becky added slyly. Jamie and Savannah giggled.

"I guess so. If you're into that." Marisa brushed off. A silence overcame the group but did not last long.

"Do you think it's true?" Becky broke the quietness. The others looked at her quizzically. "You know, about black guys? That they're bigger? I mean, they're more athletic." Jamie, Savannah, and Marisa all shifted in their seats at the question. "I wonder." More silence.

"I don't know." Jamie volunteered. "One of my girlfriend's in college said it was true but she wasn't really the most trustworthy girls I knew." She looked to Savannah.

"I've only been with white guys so I don't know either." Savannah excused herself and looked at Marisa. They all turned their focus to Marisa.

"I can't say I know either. I'm not really attracted to black guys. What about you Becky?" Marisa asked. Becky was silent before she gave a nymph-like smile.

"Can't say I know either... but I love a big cock regardless of color!" Becky whispered and laughed. The others joined suit with smirks. Marisa felt her pussy get wet with the comment, reminding of her evening before. The book discussions continued and she noted Becky's attention waning as the afternoon grew.

In the living room, Stephen and Jerome regaled in the game and were finally able to take a break as the half-time arrived. The coffee table was littered with emptied beer bottles and Stephen was strewn about on the couch while Jerome reclined with the long legs stretched out. He occasionally looked back to see the ladies still in discussion. While he couldn't see them all, he could make out the outline of Becky's white skirt and blouse. She looked like a professional cheerleader he had known. Long, shaved and tanned legs with a perky, bountiful chest. He admired her bobbed blonde hair and how it shifted when she focused on the other ladies. Jerome sat up and shuffled in his seat, alerting Stephen.

"You alright Jerry?" Stephen asked. "Need another drink?"

"Nah man." Jerome replied. "Maybe after half-time. Can I use your john?"

"Sure." Stephen sighed, from having drank so much. Jerome stood up and stretched, adjusting himself through his pants. "Oh wait. Don't use the bathroom down here, there's a pipe broken. Just head upstairs and use the one up there." Jerome nodded to the instruction without completely hearing it and made his way into the foyer. His buzz directed him to the entertaining room and the ladies were surprised to see him. He stood next to Marisa's chair.

"How's the discussion going?" Jerome managed to asked, his hands on his waist. The ladies looked up at him while he noticed Becky's gaze elsewhere. 

"It's great Jerry. Thanks for asking!" Marisa broke the silence. Jerome nodded.

"Y'all discuss any about the slaves in the book?" Jerome asked, noting the shifting of Jamie and Savannah in their seats. "I had a chance to read a review on it, and they said the book did a great account of slave life in that time. I appreciated in hearing how they were integrated into a lot of families."

"That's true I think." Jamie contributed. "They did know how to use a lot of the equipment and how to work the land. I'm sure they really took care of the business." She smiled at seeing Jerome nodded in agreement as he licked his lips with interest. 

"Yeah but I don't think it justified slavery." Savannah responded. "I mean, you can't just use people." Jerome nodded to this too, pointing to Savannah as if to signify she had a point.

"What do you think of that Becky?" Jerome asked. She smiled.

"I doubt that the landowners in the book could have done all that hard work themselves. And while it's bad that slaves had to do the work, you can't deny that they did it the best and most efficiently. I think there were some stories in the book where black communities thrived." Becky shared.

Jerome looked at Marisa and smiled. "That's a great outlook. I like the way you think Becky." Becky smoothed her skirt out and gave her thanks as Jerome left the room. He fumbled around gaining his bearings as he found the doorknob to the bathroom. As he entered, he turned on the light and saw himself in the mirror, and the large bulge in his pants. He knew there was no way he could have been conspicuous with it back there. 

The ladies had continued their discussion and for the first time, Becky shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Excuse me ladies." She stood up, "I have to use the little girl's room." Becky began to walk before Marisa stopped her.

"Oh Becky, you'll have to go to the upstairs bathroom. The one downstairs still needs some work." Marisa informed her. Becky nodded in understanding. She began to walk up the stairs and felt her phone vibrate, stopping mid-staircase to check the messages. She held the phone close to her ear as the television in the living room was very loud. 

Underneath, Jerome emerged from the bathroom realizing what Stephen had shared about this bathroom being out of commission. Jerome looked to the staircase remembering the upstairs bathroom as his destination. But the thought vanished as he saw Becky leaning against the banister with her phone in hand. He stood flush with the staircase wall and looked up to see her tanned long legs intertwined as she spoke on the phone. To not be noticed, Jerome stepped out of her sight but within view of her legs. Becky began to move up the stairs and with each step, Jerome was privy to the sight between her legs. Her ample thighs and ass cheeks shifted to give Jerome a peek at her white thong hidden away, which became more clear as she walked up the stairs. Jerome watched as she disappeared to the second floor. Once she was out of sight, he took the opportunity to climb the stairs.

Jerome found the bathroom off to the side of the stairs. He realized that this was his first venture to the Sanders' home, at least very least the second floor. There was no sign of Becky and he couldn't hold it any longer. Jerome struggled to open the door to the bathroom until finally figuring out he had to retract the door rather than pull it. He had never seen a door that receded into the door frame. Snapping his wonder though was his bladder. Jerome quickly rushed in and pulled the door behind him. b

Becky was perusing in Marisa and Stephen's master bedroom, taking note of some of Marisa's costume jewelry when she heard the roll of a door in the hallway. When she looked out of the bedroom, she saw that the hallway bathroom door recoiled in its frame. She had used the master bathroom in the bedroom, enjoying the European taste Marisa favored. Becky moved toward the slightly ajar bathroom door and caught a flash of a figure in the mirror from within. As she stepped back to see the reflection, she noticed it was Jerome. His head was tossed back and his posture relaxed. She saw his eyes were closed and his mouth open, in what appeared to be a moment of bliss. Her view trailed downwards as she saw him holding his shirt up, she did not have to focus further to see what was next. Becky silently gasped as she saw him holding his long soft brown dick, relieving himself. She leaned in to notice how thick and vein-y it was in the reflection. As she leaned, her hand gave some momentum to the door, instantly beginning to make it roll back and open. 

Jerome heard the door move and opened his eyes in surprise. Looking over, his eyes met with the surprised eyes of Becky. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Becky cried out. He could see her genuine shock as she looked him in his eyes. He caught her look down and also noted her surprise as she looked back up at him. "I am so sorry." Becky rolled the door closed quickly. Jerome milked his cock and shook it off, also shaking his head with a smile. From behind the door, Becky continued to apologize. "I had no clue anyone would be in there. I'm so sorry again."

"It's alright ma'am. Easy mistake." Jerome called out as he pulled his pants up. "I didn't know how to work that door myself." He washed his hands and pulled the door back to see Becky leaning against the wall opposite the entry. "I apologize for giving you a scare."

Becky stood erect and brushed her hair from her face in embarrassment. "Oh no, you're fine." She looked away. "I'm actually a big fan." Becky turned red, catching herself at the statement in a pause. "Of your career!" She blurted out to save herself more humiliation. "Yeah, um, you played tight end right?"

"Tackle, defensive actually." Jerome corrected her.

"Oh I'm sorry. And here I thought I knew my football!" Becky laughed nervously. "My fiance is actually a huge Hawks fan and he got me into fantasy football. You rocked!"

"Is that right?" Jerome smiled, "Well I do aim to please. Glad I could I help." He looked down to Becky to see her beaming and twirling her hair.

"Rob, my fiance, he's always been a big fan of yours. He's going to flip out when I tell him I met you!" Becky gleamed and waved her cellphone in excitement. "We're moving in down the street and he won't believe that there's a celebrity in the neighborhood. Could I get a picture with you?"

Jerome let out a small sigh and offered another suggestion. "I'd love to, but I've got a better idea. Why don't you all just stop by sometime next door and say hello?" Becky jumped joyfully hearing this and Jerome fixated upon the bounce and jiggle of her breasts.

"OH that would be wonderful!" Becky whisper-yelled so as to not cause a ruckus in the house. "When can we?"

"Anytime. Did you say y'all are moving into the neighborhood?" Jerome asked.

"Yeah. We've actually already moved in but we're moving stuff from the old place little by little. There's just so much stuff." Becky explained. "But for now, we're loving all the open spaces even if it is bare."

Jerome struggled to maintain eye-contact while Becky shared her plight. He had a weakness for hour-glass figured blondes and Becky was the prime example. His concentration was broke by the imaging of her bare when she said the word. "Oh yea. I try to keep opens spaces in my place too, but you know how things can get cluttered." Becky pursed her lips and smiled eagerly again. "I'm sorry to hear that the move it taking so long." Jerome identified the perfect opportunity to drop his business into the conversation and put on his salesman face. "You know, I manage a moving company." Becky's eyes widened with interest. "If you're interested, maybe I can have some movers and a truck sent your way?"

Becky nearly responded before she reigned in her words and gave it a thought. "That sounds really good. But I'd have to talk to Rob about how much we can spend on that. New house and all, we're really pinching pennies." She giggled. Jerome nodded his head in understanding.

"Totally understood." He rubbed his hands together. "But I'm sure I could give you a pretty stiff discount." Jerome smiled and Becky smoothed the front of her dress, smiling as well. "I'll have someone come over and give you an estimate and adjust it myself." Becky beamed.

"Thanks so much! I'll let Rob know!" She lingered for a moment. Jerome accepted the silence and held his hand out, as a gesture towards the staircase. Becky stared at the large black hand in awe for a split second before getting the cue. She put her petite long fingers on his palm and held it for support as she took the first step down. 

Jerome caught a whiff on her perfume and was intoxicated with lust. He looked her up and down he followed her down the stairs, her skirt gently bouncing with her step against her bubble butt beneath. At the end of the stairs, she looked back and waved as she rejoined the other ladies. Jerome joined Stephen again to finish the rest of the game, but couldn't shake what had happened upstairs for the rest of the day.

A few days later, Jerome sat on his stairs in the foyer, tying his shoes and looking out to see what the weather looked like outside. Pulling back the side curtain on the door, the sun was shining and there appeared to be a nice breeze in the air. Jerome relished in it as he gave his legs a good stretch, only wincing when extending them too far. He checked his pockets quickly for his keys and locked the door behind him. 

He recalled the stretches he did when he was on the team and figured he would have more room to do them in the drive way. Headphones in, Jerome zoned out the world as he took delicate care of stretching and ensuring a safe run. While he looked around the street to note the lay of the land, his eyes fell on a white figure next door. The ruffles of a long dress shook and while he could not see who it was by face, he recognized the rump very vividly. The lady must have felt eyes on her as she looked in his direction and waved. It was Marisa in her sun-hat, planting flowers in her front yard. Jerome almost willed for a nice big breeze to blow her skirt up, but it didn't happen. He waved back and took off running on the sidewalk.

Jerome made his rounds around the neighborhood fairly quickly and was impressed with his time. He had mapped out that one circulation was equal to a half mile. He completed three circuits so far and felt that he had enough left in him to make a final round to get a solid two miles. Not too long into the final circuit, Jerome realized that he had grossly miscalculated how far he could go, getting very winded easily. He lost concentration for a moment and found himself jumping out of the way of an SUV leaving its driveway. Jerome shook his head in confusion and momentary dizziness. He waved his hand apologetically to the driver as he backed away from the vehicle, turning to continue his run. As he turned, he heard the door of the SUV open and slam. "HEY!" A man called out to Jerome. He looked back expecting to see an irate person ready to chew him out. But instead, the man was smiling. Jerome was confused.




Friday Night Delights Ch. 06



"I'm sorry sir. Got a little winded there, didn't see where I was crossing." Jerome averted his gaze and was still confused by this guy's smile.

"Oh man. It's alright sir. I'm a big fan!" The man called out as he walked closer extending his hand. "Robert Bellum." Jerome shook his hand. "I'm a big Hawks fan sir. You might have met my wife, Becky. She told me about running into you and said you lived down the street. I didn't believe her, but whoa! You're actually here!" Jerome smiled as the pleasant surprise of not being berated. 

"Yep. You're Rob then! Your wife did say you were a huge fan. I told her y'all could stop by my place any time and say hello." Jerome replied, examining the man, a clean cut figure in a suit. "So don't be a stranger!"

"Oh we won't! I just can't believe you're really here." Rob exclaimed again, starstruck. "Do you usually run around here? What brings you to the neighborhood? Do you like it here? What was it like playing for the Hawks?" He fired off question after question before catching himself. "I'm sorry, I'm just so stoked to meet you man!"

"Well, I don't run too often, just trying to ease into it." Jerome chuckled and explained. "I thought I could've made an extra go-round, but I over-estimated. Not in the condition like I was during my training days!" The statement struck concern into Rob's face.

"Oh no... probably doesn't help that I almost ran you over! I'm sorry about that! Would you like some water or something?" Rob asked sincerely as he pointed towards his house. "I was actually on my way to work, but I have a few minutes to spare." Jerome hesitated for a moment, but the athlete in him tossed aside the neighborly formalities and accepted the much needed hydration. "Great, come on in."

Jerome felt oddly out of place walked behind the suit man, while he wore his shorts and black athletic under-shirt. Rob opened the front door and Jerome was immediately take aback by the plentiful natural light in the open living room. "Wow, great place you got here." He issued the compliment.

"Yep, it was a huge buying for us. I like the open space and the clean white style. A lot of people think it's sterile, but I just like how pure it is." Rob explained as Jerome nodded his head. "We got a lot of white leather furniture coming in too so it'll really be sharp." Jerome walked under a small doorway that led to the kitchen where Rob began pouring a glass of water. They looked out into the living room and Jerome took the sight in.

"Y'all aren't even done moving in yet and this place looked pretty amazing." He said in awe. "Must've got a hell of a deal on the interior designer!" Jerome joked. 

"No kidding!" Rob laughed, "They came in here and did a look-over and picked out the furniture for us. I liked it and put the order in that day." A silence came between them, as Rob let Jerome finish his drink. "But you know you haven't even seen half of it. It has a pretty nice upstairs and our offices are down here on the ground floor." Rob looked at his watch to note the time. "I still have some time before my flight. I could give you a small tour if you'd like."

Jerome looked at the bottom of his cup to think it over. "Sure." Rob motioned him to follow as they turned the corner of the kitchen. They passed an open door that Rob poked in to show Jerome, it was the bathroom. "Very spacious." The next room in the hallway was the utility room. "This is the biggest utility room I've ever seen. What is that on the wall?" Jerome pointed to a pattern of pipes and box.

"Oh that's my water heater. I saw one in Tokyo that was super efficient and I had to get one for this place. Unlimited hot water." Rob explained.

"That's amazing." Jerome said in wonder. "When did you go to Tokyo?"

"I go every few months really. I'm a pilot out of the international airport here. I used to fly internationally through Tokyo, Moscow, and Istanbul. But when I got married, I decided to stick closer to home and now I only do domestic routes. My flight today is to east coast." Rob shared.

"That must be very taxing on you. All that travel." Jerome's interest was piqued. "I mean, dealing with all that jetlag."

"Well it's not too bad. See I take off today, but I'll be back by tomorrow evening just the way the timezone work and how long the flight times are. And I only work four days a week, so it goes by really quickly." Rob rationalized as they walked near a small room with a massage table.

"You must use this quite a bit!" Jerome pointed to the room and the table. "Those long flights are no joke, I remember my traveling days with the team." Rob laughed.

"Actually, that's Becky's. She's a massage therapist. She recently started her own private practice so I got her a nice space for her to do her business." 

"You don't say..." Jerome trailed off. "Well that's convenient isn't it? Don't even have to leave home for work!"

"Absolutely, you could say we're opposites like that. But come around here, you haven't seen the half of it." Rob reached the end of the hallway and pushed the slightly ajar door open, flooding the hallway with sunlight. They both stepped inside and Jerome was greeted with a lovely yoga pant ass presenting itself in a downward dog pose. "This is our home gym/yoga room. More light, and it's well-equipped as you can see." Rob motioned towards the exercise equipment. Jerome continued to gaze on Becky's butt and nodded in approval.

"Oh yeah, very well equipped." Jerome replied in a wayward voice.

"You're welcome to use it any time!" Rob enthusiastically offered, immediately bringing the mesmerized Jerome back to reality. Becky also completed her pose, turning to greet the two. Before Jerome could say a word, she interjected.

"Oh Rob. You haven't even seen Jerome's outdoor gym. Marisa showed it to us last week and it is amazing. His is better than ours!" Becky cried out as she wiped the sweat from her brow. She took her towel and patted her forehead around her pulled ponytail and then dabbed her nape and exposed midriff. 

"Y'all must really be Hawks fans!" Jerome pointed to her work out clothes, an orange sports bra with black high rise yoga pants. "I approve!" Jerome laughed, Rob and Becky joined in. 

"Didn't I tell you Rob would freak out meeting you?" Becky asked Jerome.

"You was right, he did geek out." Jerome affirmed. Rob attempted to not look embarrassed. Taking his cue to save himself, he looked at his watch.

"Oh would you look at that time, I better get going so I don't miss that flight. But I guess it isn't going anywhere if I'm not there!" Rob excused as he made for the door. They all laughed again. 

"See you tomorrow night?" Becky called out to him. Rob stopped for a moment and looked at his watch again.

"That's right."

"Have a good trip and get back safely." Becky bade him farewell. Jerome gave a quasi-salute as Rob left the room. The two turned to each other and shifted uncomfortably in the new silence. 

"So Rob says you're a massage therapist, that's awesome. What kind of massage do you do?" Jerome asked, being neighborly.

"Oh I do all kinds really. I'm licensed so I've heard to learn quite a few different techniques. I do it all from aroma therapist to Swedish deep tissue. And I'm still learning really. Since I started my new practice, I'm trying to add new stuff to offer. Have you heard of hot stones? It's really cool." Becky explained.

"Hot stone? Nope, can't say I have. But I have had some good sport physical therapy when I played in college. I do miss that good stretch." Jerome added his two cents.

"Really? I did some intern work when I was starting out at my university. It was pretty cool working with the athletes."

Jerome gave a stretch of his back and leg to demonstrate the technique, unintentionally causing him to wince. Becky gave a flash of concern and asked if he was okay.

"I'm alright," Jerome reassured, "just lazy bones really. Could probably use another good stretch just to get the kinks worked out." He noticed the gears working in Becky's gaze.

"Listen," Becky demanded his attention, "Why don't you come by tomorrow and we'll do some physical therapy to help you feel a little better. It's on the house."

Jerome shook his head. "No no ma'am. I can't do that. Can't inconvenience you like that. You're running a business."

"Fair enough then, how about we trade?" Becky offered. "I want to surprise Rob with his furniture before he gets back tomorrow. Do you think maybe I can have some help having it moved here today?" She saw Jerome considering it. "I know it's short notice, but that's a fair trade isn't it?"

"Hmm, let me make a call real quick." Jerome pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number. "Hello? Danny. You think you can bring a truck out here to my hood to move some furniture?" Some silence passes as Jerome listens to Danny on the phone. "From where?" Jerome looks to Becky as she mouthes the location. "From the North-Side. Can you do that? Yeah? Alright. Sounds good. Let's make it this afternoon?" Jerome looked to Becky again for the time, and she nodded. "Alright afternoon is good. I'll text you the addresses. Bye." 

"Can we make it happen?" Becky asked eagerly.

"Yep, one of my guys will come out here and do the move for you. You'll just have to give me the address of where he'll pick up the furniture so I can give him the directions. He should be done before the end of the afternoon." Jerome confirmed the plans. 

"That's great! I'm so excited!" Becky jumped and bounced giddily. She put her hands on her waist and regained her countenance. "So then tomorrow, why don't you come over around 10 or so. I'll have finished up my workout and it will give me some time to set up the materials for you." 

"That sounds good to me! I'm looking forward to it." Jerome grinned. "I better get back to my place. Got a lot of business I gotta take care of as well. Let me give you my number so you can text me those addresses. I'll pass them along to my guy so he can take of that move for you." 

"Sure, let's go over to the kitchen and I can write it down." Becky led the way through the hallway. Jerome fixed his gaze over her ass again, her cheeks shifting with each step. Jerome couldn't make out a panty line. In the kitchen, Becky struggled to find a pen. "Hold on a second, I can't find these pens anywhere."

"It's all good, take your time. You mind if I use the bathroom?" Jerome reassured.

"Yeah go ahead. Just go down this other hallway and go through the bedroom, it's the door on the right." Becky obliged.

Jerome took to his small self-guided tour of their house to the bedroom. As he entered it, he was fairly sure that it was their master bedroom, as it was the only room that was fully furnished. To the right, he found the bathroom and was surprised by the size of the room. They had his and hers sinks with elegant fixtures, a jacuzzi bathtub in the corner, and an open step-in shower are with two shower heads and no curtain. The set-up looked like a fancy locker room with the open setting. Nature called and Jerome didn't linger longer.

Becky found her pen and waited for Jerome. Jerome apologized for delaying and commented on the couple's great bathroom. With the number written for Becky, Jerome took his leave and walked the rest of the way home. He thought about her tight white ass clad in yoga pants and had to walk awkwardly home hiding his hard-on.

Danny looked at his phone as it buzzed to show a message had arrived. He sighed at the idea that he had another day of work to do. The young man put away his coursework and pointed his web browser to the maps site. Retrieving it from his phone, Danny carefully input the address Jerome texted him as the location to where he would be moving furniture. He didn't really want to do it on this day but since Jerome promised to pay him double his hourly rate, Danny obliged. 

As he arrived at the location to pick up the keys, Danny sat in awe at the size of the house. He parked the car and made his way to the door. After knocking for a few minutes, there was no answer at the door. He thought to himself that this surely must have been the house Jerome was talking about. Danny went around to the side of the house and looked in through the window. Inside he saw a living room full of furniture, but not a person in sight. Danny looked at his phone again and realized his error, this was the house he was to pick the furniture up from, not the one where he would get the keys. He sighed in disappointment and continued to peer inside. As he took a look-over in the house again, Danny sighed again counting all the furniture he would have to move himself. At this point he thought it wasn't enough to get paid double for, so he made a call. The call was answered after the second ring.

"Hello?" The voice answered.

"Hey James, I'm sorry for calling on your day off, but I had a question." Danny said.

"What is it?" James replied, annoyed.

"So I got this job for Jerome that he wants me to do but it's a lot of work for one guy. I don't think I can do it all. What do you want me to tell him?" Danny asked. There was a silence on the other end that broke after a moment.

"Did he tell you when it was supposed to be done?" James inquired.

"Yeah he said this afternoon." 

"What the fuck!" James yelled through the phone. "How the fuck are you supposed to do that by yourself? What is he thinking?"

"I don't know sir. Do you think I could get some help?" Danny asked, withholding the fact that Jerome would pay him double.

"No man, there isn't anyone else working today. Why did you take the job anyway? You could've just told him you couldn't." James chided him.

"I need the money and I thought you might have wanted the business." Danny said as his voice trailed off. There was another silence, however he could hear James cussing under his breath.

"Alright. Text me the address. I'm gonna help you do it and we are going to get it done quick. Then I'll talk to Jerome about it." James reconciled.

"Okay I'll text it to you. Bye." Danny hung up and began to text the address to his boss. But before sending it, he decided to delay it and figured he should probably get the keys first before having his boss show up and chew him out for not doing that.

Danny pulled up at the house to pick up the keys. This house was decidedly bigger and Danny was awestruck again. He sent the text to his boss with the previous location address as he knocked on the door. Danny was afraid it wouldn't open again like it did at the other place.

Inside the house, Becky had changed into her yoga shorts and a loose tank top to be more comfortable going through the boxes. She heard the door as she was unpacking some kitchen items. She called out to let them know it would be a minute but then heard a louder knocking. When she opened the door, she was greeted by a younger, scrawny looking white boy.

"Are you here for the keys?" Becky asked, confused.

"Um, yeah..." Danny's eyes averted her gaze as he was taken back by how scantily she had presented her self. "Um, Jerome sent me."

"Oh... okay," Becky said, "Well can you wait here a moment? I'll go get the keys." As she turned, Danny looked back her as she walked away, mesmerized by her ass. He looked around again until he heard her footsteps return. She held the keys out to Danny but his gaze was now at her crotch, observing the prominent shape of her pussy hugging the shorts. With his hands open, she released the keys and they fell through. "Oops!" Becky said, "I'm clumsy, sorry." She bent down to pick the keys up and Danny had a direct view down her loose tank top. He drank up the sight of her fantastic, undulating breasts free from a bra. Becky moved up swiftly and caught Danny in the process. She pulled her tank top up to hide her cleavage. "So will it be done by 5?" She asked, more reserved.

"Umm... yeah. I should have some help." Danny managed to utter.

"Okay, thanks. Just knock when you bring it. I will be here all day." Becky said as she closed the door.

Danny made his way back to the truck and called his boss. "I got the keys. Did you get the addressed I texted?"

"Yeah boy, I'll be there in ten minutes." James replied over the phone, all business.

Jerome finished his run as he approached his house, however before walking into his driveway, Stephen appeared from his home. He appeared to be yelling in response and as Jerome approached, Stephen waved.

"Hey there neighbor!" Stephen called out. "How's it hanging?"

"Real low and to the left." Jerome smiled and chuckled, registering the confused expression on Stephen's face. "I'm doing alright man." Jerome had to clarify. "What about you?"

"You know me, always busy. I got a call from a client telling me they were finally available to see a place and asked if I could show. I hate to do it on my day off, but you gotta make that money right?" Jerome nodded in agreement to Stephen's sentiments. 

"But that ain't going to take too long though?" Jerome asked.

"No, it usually doesn't. But I have some errands to run. Marisa invited some of her co-workers for a dinner party tomorrow night and I have been given the job of getting some stuff from the grocery store. Says she's too busy getting the place ready." Stephen explained. "Too busy my as-"

"Stephen! Don't forget the Chardonnay!" Marisa yelled out from the window. The men looked over to see Marisa waving towards them. "Oh hey Jerry!" Her tone had changed. She disappeared from their view quickly. Stephen turned back to Jerome and gave him a friendly rap on the shoulder.

"See what I mean? I never hear the end of it." Jerome opened his mouth to speak however the Sanders' front opened to show where Marisa appeared. She had some rollers in her hair and was wearing the familiar velour track suit Jerome had seen on her before. 

"Hey Jerome, how's it going?" She called out from the doorstep. Jerome moved closer to the Sanders' porch, equidistant between Marisa and Stephen. "You out for an early run?"

"Yes ma'am." Jerome replied. "Working up an honest sweat." He added earnestly.

"As opposed to a dishonest one?" Marisa quipped back, with a smile and a microsecond wink toward Jerome. "You look like you're getting back into football shape." She looked at her husband and back to Jerome. "Doesn't he Stephen?"

"Yeah man, are you coming out of retirement? That would be amazing!" Stephen beamed.

Jerome nodded apologetically. "No no, nothing like that. Just trying to be a little more healthy. But thank y'all for the compliment!" He looked at both of them. "I could say the same about y'all. I seen you both working out in my backyard!"

"Thanks Jerry." Stephen offered. "You know, it's a real nice set up you got that has me keeping up with my workouts." He looked at his wife for a follow-up compliment. Marisa had been looking Jerome up and down. "Isn't that right babe?"

Marisa snapped out of it. "Hmm? Yes, very nice set-up." She nodded her head. "Speaking of set-ups, dear... make sure you get some shears for bushes." Marisa looked at the hedges around the house, some of them, especially on the side of the home, were nearing mid-window, obstructing views. "Jerry, what do you think of bushes?"

"Ma'am? What do you mean?" Jerome asked.

"I mean, do you prefer your bushes trimmed? Or maybe no bushes at all?" 

"You know, I haven't give it a lot of thought. I do think a nice trim bush looks neat. But I could live without it. What about you Steve?" Jerome asked.

"Well..." Stephen inhaled, preparing a long answer. "I don't like dealing with the bushes, but then I also don't like getting in them and having to trim them down. So I'm not a fan as you can tell!" He waved out to the bushes around the house. He and Jerome shared a laugh while Marisa shook her head in reserved amusement. "But I'll get those shears." He opened the car door and waved to Jerome and looked towards his wife. "I'll be back later. Good luck with your work." Jerome and Marisa watched as Stephen pulled out of the drive-way.




Friday Night Delights Ch. 06



As her husband began to pull away from the house, Marisa broke the silence. "I hope he took the list and gets it done quick. I could've really used his help around the house to get it ready. But that client is one he's been waiting on so I hope he can make the sale." She looked to Jerome. "You doing alright today?"

"Yeah I am good. I ran into Rob, Becky's husband. He seems like a real cool guy." Jerome shared.

"Yes, he is, he's great." Marisa confirmed. "I don't know how she does it though, having him gone for days at a time. I'm glad to have Stephen around to help me around the house. Don't know what I'd do if I was her." 

"I understand that. She actually needed some things moved from their old place, so I set up a move for her through my company." Jerome explained.

"Oh is that right?" Marisa sounded surprised but did not push the conversation further, reminded of her own gratitude towards him.

"Yep, she should be taken care of by the end of the day." Jerome assured. "Which reminds me, I got to see if my guy can take care of it." Jerome takes his phone out and texts Danny.

"Is it just one guy? Is that enough? I know Becky has a ton of stuff at her old place. At least from what I remember." Marisa inquired. A sound resonated from Jerome's phone.

"I think so, let's see." Jerome looked at his phone again. "Yeah, looks like he got some help. Everyone must be busy today, because he said James is helping him out." Jerome continue to look at his phone, while Marisa raised her eyebrows at the mention of the name. 

"Well that's good. I'm glad she'll be taken care of." Marisa said as she reflected on Becky's inquiries to her a few days prior. 

Jerome continued to look at his phone, however his mind was transported back to the image of Becky from earlier. He could feel his loins grow warmer and rigid just at the thought. As he turned to look at Marisa, his eyes trailed up her velour-clad body, tight and shapely, until he met her eyes. "Did you need some help? Maybe I could fill in for Stephen while he's out?" Marisa squinted her eyes and slightly nodded her head.

"Yes... yes you could." She answered.

"Okay cool. Let me just get showered and I'll be back over in a few. Is that alright?" Jerome said.

"Actually, there's some stuff in our attic that I was hoping to get out of storage. You might just want to put off the shower for later since it's kinda dusty up there." Marisa explained. "Come on in. Take your shoes off. I'll get you some water." She turned and Jerome followed her, keeping his eyes on her velour pants, hugging her tight ass, reading the word "JUICY". He closed the door and grabbed his dick through the shorts as she walked down the hallway into the kitchen. 

Marisa had a glass in her and opened the fridge door. Jerome looked over and could see the cleavage bunch as she reached down and towards the water pitcher. Her jacket was zipped only midway and the loose tank top provided a great view of her gentle peaks. "Here you go." She handed him the glass and Jerome immediately began to gulp the water down. He could feel her eyes on him as he knocked his head back, quenching his thirst. Jerome put the glass down and voiced his satisfaction with the cool water. "Done?" He nodded. "Okay great, let me show you the attic." Marisa began to walk away. "Come on up." She motioned him to follow.

Marisa took to the stairs in a lavishly slow fashion, providing a viewing feast she knew Jerome wanted to enjoy. At the top of the stairs, Marisa stood in the middle of the hallway and pointed up. Jerome saw the string dangling from the ceiling and looked back to Marisa. Short in stature, she motioned him to pull it down in an obvious way. Jerome reached and pulled as Marisa stood behind him. The pull-down stairs appeared from Jerome's work and he stepped aside as it settled, motioning his hand for the lady to go first. Marisa thanked him and resumed her stair climbing show. 

Jerome was broken from the big booty magic spell when he reached the top and saw an attic full of boxes. "I can't remember where I put the fine china, but I think it's in some of these boxes over there." Marisa waved in the general direction of the entire attic. "Could you move some of them around and see if you could bring them down? It's about three boxes." Jerome took in the sight of the room.

"Yea... I think I can do that." He managed to utter.

"Great! I'm going to head down and figure out what to wear for the party. Stephen doesn't know it but I invited his boss. He's been talking about a potential promotion but it's coming down to him and the guy that sold you your house. If he can get it, he'll get first dibs on the more upscale properties and get a bigger cut on the sale." Marisa explained. Jerome's focus was flipping between her lips and chest, and as she stopped speaking, he snapped himself out of it, not really registering what she had said except for the end.

"Oh yeah, that's right. Bigger is better." He managed with a miscued smile. Marisa caught the kindling of flirting lust in his voice.

"Yes it is." She closed her eyes and chuckled. Marisa moved back down the staircase as she called out to him. "I really want to impress him and make sure that Stephen gets the promotion." Jerome shook his head and turned back to the boxes as he started to move them around for his search. He ends up spending a good half hour until he gave up and just started looking in boxes. He came across a box of photos that appear to be the Sanders wedding day. Marisa was a fox then as she is now and Stephen actually had a little more hair on top. 

Outside, Stephen pulled into the drive way and noticed the master bedroom light on. As he gets out of the car, he takes extra effort in being quiet and closing the car door gently. He gave the same treatment to the front door as he closed it behind them. In the foyer, he called out for Marisa to find her. She appeared at the top of the stairs in a slinky black silk dress with black stockings and red high heels. "I'm up here!" She called out. Stephen looked up and a rush of hardness came to his groin. He loved it when she had her hair in curls at the ends, they bounced on her shoulders. "Come on up, I want to know what you think of this dress for the party tomorrow."

Stephen climbed the stairs slowly, admiring his wife as his hard-on appreciated in size. "Did you need something in the attic?" 

"Yeah, I got the china down for the party." Marisa replied. She waved around her self. "Well what do you think?" 

"Oh you look fantastic. You'll kill tomorrow." His wife smiled. "I think it's perfect."

"I certainly hope so." She replied. "I have a surprise for you."

"Oh is that right?" Stephen moved in closer and kissed her, and yet Marisa moved away. "What is it? A little visit for my little friend?" He moved her hand to his crotch. She moved her hand away.

"Maybe, but maybe better!" Marisa registered the confusion on Stephen's face. In the attic, Jerome heard voices on the floor below and moved near the attic staircase to see the lower body of a man and a fine booty in a black dress and red heels. He listened in on the conversation. "I invited your boss!" Marisa cried out. "I know you're up for that promotion so I want to make sure you get it!" Stephen was shocked.

"You what?!" He said incredulously. "I don't know how... how you'll do that. He's basically got it out for me. There's no way he'll pick me." Marisa smiled at him.

"Oh come on. You have to have a little confidence, that's all. I want him to be impressed with us and you." She said as she started caressing him over his pants. "You think you can be a little confident?" Stephen shook his head emphatically as he enjoyed the sensation. His wife unbuttoned and unzipped the trousers. "I hope so." She lowered herself and bent her knees to be face to crotch, pulling the pants down with her.

Jerome adjusted himself in the attic at the show. He saw Marisa peel away Stephen's white briefs and bring them down to his ankles. Jerome squinted to see a rigid white dick only smaller than his own thumb. Marisa's palm engulfed the little prick and she gave it a few tugs before licking it like a lollipop. Stephen let out a big groan as she took the entire thing in her mouth, a small feat that brought a smile to Jerome's face. He recognized the tenacity with which she sucked dick as she gripped Stephen's dick with a ring of her thumb and forefinger. While the other fingers rested on his body, Marisa juiced the small red head. Below, Jerome made out what looked like two white cherry tomatoes that Marisa licked and sucked on. Stephen's excitement grew to a crest as he fucked her mouth, yelling on the cusp that he was going to cum. Marisa immediately shook her head and took her mouth off, pointing to the bathroom. "Oh please. God it was so good! I was so close!" Stephen exclaimed.

"Ew, no way. Go finish it in there." Marisa stood up again. "You know how I feel about that." Stephen dropped his head and went to the bathroom. He stood over the toilet and furiously milked himself until he came. As he entered the bedroom spent, he saw his wife fixing herself up in the mirror. "Did you get the stuff for the appetizers? The carrots? The cheese?" She asked him, continuing to primp her self.

"Um... no I thought we had that." Stephen sounded confused.

"No we don't. I checked after you left. Stephen we really need that. Can you get that so I can prepare it tonight?" Marisa asked.

"Can't it wait until tomorrow?" 

"No it can't. I'm trying a new recipe and I really want to make sure it's right. I want to have some time to fix it tomorrow if it doesn't work out tonight." She replied. "Can you get it please?"

Stephen mumbled to himself only to get spooked after his wife asked him what he said. "I said, I'll go get it." He got up and put his pants on, retrieving his keys. He left the room and heard his wife call out to him, in delayed thanks.

Marisa put her red lipstick down as she finished applying it, coinciding with the closing of the front door. She moved over to the window to see Stephen get into the car and pull out of the driveway. She moved quickly in her heels into the hallway, standing at the foot of the attic stairway. "Did you find the boxes Jerry?"

Jerome poked his head out into the view of the hallway below. "Yeah I think did."

"Great! Could you bring them down to the entertaining room? I'll set them up later." Marisa called out and returned to bathroom. Jerome did as he was asked and returned upstairs to find Marisa waiting in the hallway once more. The view of her had improved as he took in the slinky black dress with black stockings and red stiletto heels. 

"Wow, you look great." Jerome commented. "You've got some great shoulders, pulls those straps off really good." He noticed the missing presence of a bra.

"Oh thanks!" Marisa beamed. "I have to make a good impression on Stephen's boss. Hopefully it'll do the trick."

"Oh it's gonna do the trick." Jerome laughed as he dusted himself off. Marisa laughed.

"I'm so sorry for having you go up in that dusty place. Why don't you clean off? You can use the bathroom in there if you like." Marisa offered as she pointed to the master bedroom. "Stephen should be back later, I'm sure he won't mind."

"You sure?" Jerome asked, as he felt a tinge of guilt.

"Absolutely. Go for it." Marisa waved in the direction of the room. Jerome nodded as he didn't have to be told twice and made for the shower. 

Marisa waited in the hallway as she heard the shower turn on. She quietly moved back into the master bedroom and saw that the bathroom door was slid half-way closed. In the reflection of the mirror, she could see the rolling steam from the shower come up. Jerome was in a state of undress. She admired the view as his shorts came off, revealing his tight black backside, with the reflection showcasing this pendulum between his legs. His toned back made the next appearance with a semblance of a six pack core in the mirror. She felt a wetness overcome herself as she bit her lip. 

On the road, barely removed from the neighborhood, Stephen mulled himself behind the wheel. Why can't I just cum in her mouth? He thought as he waited at the stop sign. The thought was broken as the car behind him honked endlessly. Inside of taking the right, Stephen took the left and doubled back down his street. I'm gonna show her who's in charge in this house. I get what I want. A moment of clarity came over him and he parked the car a few houses down the street. Stephen made haste walking to his front door where he crept in again, making sure to close the door quietly. 

Upstairs, Marisa stepped out of her heels and slipped into the bathroom, only closing the door little further. She pulled the straps of her dress aside and let it drop, remaining only in stockings and a red thong. Inside the shower, Jerome hadn't registered her presence. At least not until she pulled the lightly fogged shower door aside and climbed in. She smiled at the surprise in his face he smiled at the sight of her glistening white figure. 

Stephen climbed the stairs, making virtually no noise and noticed the dark bedroom with a dim light. As he entered, he noticed his wife's heels on the floor with the bathroom door only slightly pulled closed. He undid his trousers and let them fall, getting out of them as he stroked himself as he moved toward the door. He went to reach it and pull it back but stopped when he heard her laugh. Pulling his hand back, he instead looked in... finding her dress and panties on the floor. In a moment of confusion, he also saw the shorts and shirt next to her garments. His eyes moved up and fixated on a large dark figure inside the shower, whose head only appeared a sliver over the door. He also made out a dark head behind the fog, moving around. Stephen's mouth fell ajar.

Inside the bathroom, Jerome's large hands wrapped themselves around Marisa's torso, pulling her toward him. She put her back to him and leaned on him, feeling his massive cock on her plump ass. She looked down to see his hands engulf her breasts. Jerome took great joy in squeezing and milking Marisa's tits, he could feel himself growing as she took his cock in her hands. Marisa's hand struggled to reach around Jerome's dick and she gave it a few good tugs before reaching around to grab his ass. Jerome wedged his cock further between Marisa's ass, becoming harder and thicker. His hard-on quickly became a rod and ensured it slide between her pussy from behind.

Stephen couldn't bare to watch... but also couldn't look away. He saw the tip of the dark figure emerging from in front of Marisa's crotch. She had her hands up and embraced around the neck of dark man while the ebony hands liberally squeezed his wife's breasts. Stephen began stroking himself as he saw Marisa turn to face the glass and propped her hands up on shower door. 

Jerome looked down to see the rivets of water stream off of his giant cock next to Marisa's presentation of ass. He lifted a cheek aside and rubbed her pussy with the monster. Grabbing a tit, he give a gentle thrust in, Marisa instantly letting out a small wail. He grabbed the other of the pair and submerged himself in her pussy. Marisa struggled to remain standing with the massive cock filling her up. She reached further up and held the top of the shower door as Jerome pounded her in the tight pink. He could see her struggle on the tip of her toes, her legs shaking, and decided to relieve her. Marisa was thrown into a daze as she felt Jerome's hands on hips, lifting her off the ground. 

Stephen continued to stroke as he saw his wife's red nails hold on to the top of the shower door, grasping for dear life. The sound of Marisa's yipping and moaning fully engorged his small cock. "OH GOD!" Marisa cried out. "OH OH OOOH OHHH... OH MY..." Stephen fixated on the perfect circles her breasts made pressed against the glass. "OH GOD JERRY... FUCK... I'M GONNA CUM!" Stephen saw the glass door rattling as his wife was pounded harder and faster. "FUCK FUCK FUCK... OH JERRY I'M CUMMING..." Stephen came hard in his hand in the split silence of his wife's pleasure. "...FUCKKKKKKK... AHHHH... AH... Ah... ah..."

Jerome pulled himself out quickly in fearing of cumming in her pussy. "Get on your knees!" He barked at her. Marisa quickly did as she was told, inadvertently sliding the shower door open.

Stephen slipped back quickly, resorting to the view in the reflection. His wife was on her knees, lavishing her hand's attention on the giant black cock lording over her. The fog had cleared and Stephen 's eyes widen at the sheer size of Jerome's dick. He was further surprised at the fervor in which his wife sucked the black member so vigorously. She sat comfortable, wet, on her legs as she blissfully milked the chocolate cock. As Marisa gagged sucking over-zealously, Jerome pulled it out and commanded her to lick his balls. Stephen was again blown away at the size of them. His wife struggled to get one in her mouth as Jerome's cock attempted to rest on the entirety of her face. Jerome took her chin in his hand and tilted it up to face his cock. "Go ahead and stroke it." Stephen caught what Jerome said. "Open up wide now." Marisa opened her mouth and let her tongue hang out, waiting for her present. 

Jerome had looked down to see her looking up while she sucked on the head. He looked up and put his hands on his hips, Stephen could tell his wife's cock sucking skills were working. Jerome looked down again and took his cock in his hand. "Hold those big titties up, keep that mouth open for me." Marisa did as she was told, eagerly as Jerome wasted no time waxing his cock inches from her mouth. "Oh yeah baby... here it comes." Marisa closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out further. Jerome stroked faster and groaned heavily. Stephen saw the first streams of cum deposit directly into his wife's mouth. Jerome looked down and milked it some more, glazing Marisa's lips and tits. Each burst accompanied with an accomplished grunt until his slowed stroking showed his satisfaction. "Alright now, clean it up." Marisa let her breasts fall and immediately began stroking and sucking for the last drops of precious cum. She closed her mouth for a moment and opened it up for inspection. "Well done."

Stephen stepped back and was in daze as he heard the water come back on. Soon thereafter, he heard the door of the shower open and he quickly hid in the bedroom closet. Looking through the cracked door, he saw Jerome step out into the bedroom getting dressed and making his way down the stairs. When he heard the front door close, Stephen came out of the closet and looked out the window to see his neighbor go back home. He then turned his attention to the bathroom, where he could see his wife was still in the shower. Stephen lingered for a moment and heard her turn off the water, taking the cue to go back downstairs. He made the walk out to his car and drove it around the block, processing what had just happened. When he parked the car in their driveway, he noticed the bedroom light was off.

Inside, he arrived again to find his wife in bed, reading. "Did you find the carrots and cheese?" She asked him. Stephen undressed and changed his clothes as he answered her.

"Yeah I did. It wasn't too bad. Did you get your china ready?" He asked her.

"I cleaned some of it but there is still some left." Marisa replied as she put the book away and Stephen pulled the cover to get into bed. "I'll do it tomorrow." She turned the light off and laid down. Stephen moved in closer, spooning her and attempting to wedge himself between her. Marisa gave him a slight push back. "Ah... not tonight honey. I'm so tired. I feel kind of sore from all the work today."