"There's something you need to understand when it comes to black cock," Jenny casually explained to her friend as they sat at a park bench admiring the bustling crowd milling about a dolphin fountain in front of them while they sipped ice tea.
"It's got an addiction quality about it the first time you allow yourself to enjoy it. It's kinda like a special kind of drug you can't do without. A good drug, mind you, but still, once you let go to having it, you just want it again and again. Tell me you didn't get that vibe after you spent time with the coach, or watching me with those guys at the hotel?"
April gave a clueless shake of her head, unable to fathom into words what her best friend said but feeling what she meant.
"All I saw was what I caught on your camcorder," said April, turning her face away from her friend's stare. "You looked so . . . lost with what you were doing. You looked like you loved every second of it."
"So were you, April," Jenny said, and when she noticed April's blush added, "And stop playing coy with me, too. You think I didn't see when you scuttled your butt into the bathroom later on?"
April laughed along with Jenny. She could not stop herself from blushing, especially as she recalled herself fumbling inside her panties like she was on fire after locking the bathroom door on herself.
"Let me remind you I was a good girl before you clued me into all of this, Jenny. Crazy as it seems you've got me thinking a lot about black men lately. I can't believe I'm turning into a slut just like you."
"You're a turtle coming out of its shell," Jenny said. "I've been where you're at before, and I know what it feels like. Like I said, it's like a drug you can't get enough of."
"That supposed to make me feel so special? Especially now you said you got Dave to open a slut profile on me on your site? Remind me what my slut alias is."
"Virginia Summers. My followers are going to love you like crazy."
"I'm still worried, what if it gets to be too much," April complained. "What if, God forbid, Howard finds out? What then will happen to my marriage?"
Jenny drank her iced tea and took her friend's hand in hers.
"You and I are bonded by fire, April," she said. "Like it or not, I could not have been any cautious but happier when you asked me about this lifestyle I'm living. Your secret is my secret. Now quit worrying and pick up a smile for a change."
There came a buzzing sound. She got her phone out of her jacket pocket and answered it.
"Hello, darling. Yeah, we're here waiting in the park . . . the dolphin fountain, like we agreed. OK, you're there now? All right give us some seconds we'll be over. Ok, see ya."
She hung up and tapped April's arm. "Let's take a walk," she said.
They disposed their iced tea cups in a trash bin and sauntered towards the westward section of the park.
April wrapped her scarf around her jacket's collar. She reviewed what she had on as they walked, hopping it was suggestive enough to entice. She wore a black skirt and red blouse under her jacket. Jenny had similar outfit and complimented hers by wearing thigh stockings and no panties. That part she had whispered to April when they left the house.
"Who is today's client anyway, or am I supposed not to ask?"
"Stop being silly, April. Of course, you're meant to ask. Dave often does his share of getting clients for me. It's his way of wanting to be around so he can watch me," she chuckled then continued. "There's this work buddy of his called Raymond Thrumbone. Raymond wants a shot at me and good for him, he's got a friend as well, hence I figured to bring you along. The price is seven hundred," she added.
They were approaching the westward gate.
"Seven hundred to for us?" she asked.
"No," Jenny replied. "I meant seven hundred to bang each of us. You get seven and I get seven, that's what I mean. Now tell me this isn't the right type of business for lovely housewives like us."
They pushed past the crowd thronging through the westward gate and stood for a moment at the kerb appraising the busy intersection. Jenny was looking across the street scanning the vehicles idling around.
"Dave said they're going to be parked somewhere . . . oh, there they are."
She pointed a finger at a black Chrysler parked near the intersection. The passenger window was halfway down, and she made out Dave who'd already spotted them and was smiling and waving at her. Jenny hooked her arm around April's and propelled her forward. The door opened for them and both women fell inside and shut the door and then the driver drove away from the scene.
"How are you, darling," said Dave as he hugged his wife.
April was a little disappointed seeing it was just Jenny's husband in the car and no one else. But then she wondered what her response would have been if it had been Howard waiting on welcoming them into the vehicle.
"How are you, April," Dave shook her hand. "You and Jenny here been good sluts lately?"
Jenny hit his arm. "You ought to know you're talking to two of the best whores in the city. Isn't that true, April?"
"I suppose so," April accepted. "Where's the guys we're supposed to meet?"
"That's where we're going right now," said Dave. "My work buddy's friend has got himself a swanky apartment not too far from her." He turned his attention to his wife, caressing her thigh. "You look so gorgeous, babe. Raymond's gonna eat you up, I swear."
She allowed him to kiss the back of her hand as she was all smiles. "I'll bet you're hard just thinking about everything, aren't you, honey?"
"Ohh, you've' no idea," he answered and brought her hand to his crotch and they both laughed gleefully as she touched his hard-on. "Do you feel it getting hard?"
"Oh yeah, I feel it all right," Jenny cooed.
April felt a sombre longing for Howard as she sat there watched jenny and Dave kiss and laugh with each other. It got her wishing that Howard had knowledge of everything that's happened to her since yesterday. She thought she would have loved to call him up and tell him everything that has been happening and of wanting to see him watched her as well.