April scrambled out of her house and raced towards to her friend's home. Distress was on her mind, or that was the perception she got when minutes ago she received a call from Jenny demanding her immediate presence. Jenny did not go into details besides wanting April to drop whatever she was doing right now and hurry over. April had not been up to much when Jenny's call came through. She had been hanging wet clothes on the clotheslines in the backyard and barely heard her phone's distant ringtone from where she left it on the kitchen counter. She told Jenny she was on her way and finished with her work, changed into a new pair of clothes then dashed out of her house.
April slowed her steps when she got to Jenny's driveway, took a moment to recapture her breath before stopping at her front door. The door opened before she raised her hand. Jenny stood in the doorway beaming at April who still assumed there was a problem somewhere.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Get in here will you," Jenny pulled her inside then shut the door.
April was perplexed as Jenny led her into the living room. The answer came when she saw who sat in the living room waiting on them—Holly Simms. April was friends with Holly though not as close as they were about to become. They hugged each other and Jenny impatiently forced them to disperse with pleasantries and sit the fuck down.
"Holly here has recently gone black," Jenny announced proudly to April.
"Gone black?"
"You know—she had her first black cock last night. Wanna take a strong guess by whom?"
April shrugged.
"None other than Shango himself," Jenny crackled.
April looked at her wide-eyed then at Holly who sat with both hands clasped together before her knees looking like a convent girl. April observed the rosy blush on her dimpled cheeks. Holly gazed down at her hands to avoid her stare.
"You made out with Olu Shango?"
"Know of any other man by that name, silly?" Jenny interrupted. "Of course she made out with him at his hotel last night."
Jenny tapped Holly's arm making her jump. "Keep with us, Holly. Tell us what went down. Don't worry about April here, she knows the deal. In fact, you girls get to talking while I go into the kitchen and fix us something."
Holly came alive when Jenny left the room. She came over and sat beside April, two women sharing an indelibly personal chat together, and narrated all that occurred last night starting with her and Ted meeting Shango at the hotel and ending with them returning home late with Ted making love to her afterwards. April did not interrupt her gist; it brought back memories of her questioning Jenny about her life as an escort.
Jenny returned to them, this time carrying a bottle of Chardonnay with three wine glasses. She filled the glasses and handed each one then sat in their middle.
"Holly said Howard was there," April told Jenny, and then turned to Holly, "Did Howard know you and Ted were coming?"
"I didn't know at first, but later when I asked Ted, he had no idea Howard would be there."
"Go on and tell us more about the sex part," Jenny prodded.
Holly, cheeks all crimson, went into detail of Shango leading her to his suite and roughly taking advantage of her in his room. She included the part of him finger-fucking her pussy and how she had wet herself afterwards—that brought delight to April's eyes.
"How did his cock feel when he got inside you?" Jenny asked.
"It fucking hurt," Holly blurted, then joined in the laughter that broke when she said that. Her cheeks remained red but she did not appear to mind anymore.
"But it did hurt . . . my God, he was soooooo huge! I've never had anyone as big as him ever before. I felt like I was on an astral ride the whole time he fucked me."
All three women crackled uproariously. While she laughed, April did try to picture just how big Olu Shango's cock might be and how it would feel having him inside her. Could his size possibly measure up to her lover Max? How come Howard had not bothered telling her this last night, even though he craved seeing her in bed with Shango? She figured she would ask him that later.
"Did he cum inside you?" April asked.
"I believe he did, yeah. But I was too worn out to know when he did. Crazy as it sounds, but his cock was way too much for me to handle. I came multiple times it felt like a bomb went off inside me; not one and not two," she added.
"What was Howard and Ted doing while you two fucked? Did they watch?"
Holly shook her head; Jenny took up the narrative for her.
"Shango had them wait down in the lobby while he made out with her. Probably didn't want them spoiling the fun watching, don't you think?" she said to Holly.
"I guess so. I'd hopped Ted would be there but then again I'm glad he didn't. I was so scared of Shango. But when he got to kissing me . . . I just melted like an ice cube."
"Is he really big?" April asked Jenny.
"Oh yeah, he's a black cock machine and knows how to use it. Holly says he's coming by this evening."
"But we're not doing it here," Holly said. "The kids are around and God forbid if somebody else finds out aside from you two. He called Ted an hour ago and told him he'll be coming to pick me up."
"He's gonna take you back to his hotel and fuck the shit out of you all night before bringing you back home," Jenny declared.
Holly spoke in a low voice. "Actually I'm spending the night with him; Ted said he's okay with it."
They were silent for a few seconds before Jenny and April exploded. Jenny refilled their drinks and they toasted to each other's health and sex life.
* * *
Howard leaned forward in his chair while Becca occupied his desk with her legs spread and her feet resting on the arms of his chair. Her skirt was bundled over her waist and she was leaning backward. Howard grasped her waist while his head stayed buried on her crotch. Becca moaned with lust. She lolled her head side to side, loving the weight and pull of his tongue and lips on her pussy. How she wished this would become an inclusive routine in their daily work.
It did not take long for them to get done—it was the latter hours of the day. Howard's door remained locked even as Becca freshened up in his rest room. Howard did later come in to wash his face, both delighted with the moment. Howard felt bold enough to reveal to her the burden that weighted on his mind.
"You remember that first time at your place I asked if you'd do something for me?"
Becca nodded while apprising herself in the mirror. "I remember you never said anything again."
"I was still thinking about it at the time. It might seem crazy, and I hope you don't take it that way. But I'd love to watch you fuck someone else."
The world came to a stop. Becca looked at him as she was busy washing her hands. "Would you repeat that? I didn't think I caught it the first time."
Howard took hold of her hands. He did it deliberately, fearing she might lash out at him.
"What I said was I'd like to watch you fuck someone else," he then added, "Preferably a black guy."
"How long have you wanted this?"
"Ever since we started this thing of ours. It's all I've thought about since we made love that day."
"That's a strange request you're asking."
"I know and I'm sorry. I don't know why but the urge is something I can't let go. Plus, that first day we spent together, when we talked and you told me about that former lover of yours, it drove me wild thinking about it. It just feels so right to me."
"You want like a threesome thing, is that what you want?"
"No. I just want to sit and watch you have sex with a black man."
Becca did not say anything. She turned around and finished with washing her hands. Howard assumed he had offended her with his demand. He stood there hesitant with uneasiness, not knowing what else to do. Becca turned off the faucet and placed her hands under the dryer machine hooked to the wall before turning to him.
"You're going to have to let me think about this," she said.
"Sure, sure. I'd certainly love for you to do that."
He made to kiss her but she shook her head and held him off. She covered the distance to his office door, turned the key and let herself out of his office and shut the door behind her.