Scarsdale, New York: March to August 2018 Hi, this is Sue. Pete’s muse in the story he’s been recounting. I’ve been sitting here watching Pete writing about us for the last four months. And I feel it’s about time I put pen to paper to tell my side of the story, especially as sometimes I’m getting a bit of a bad press. I think the first thing I want to say is an echo of something Pete said a few chapters ago. He used a mis...

Scarsdale, New York: 06:00 Sunday 4th March 2018 I don’t know if it was the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee, or if it was just her body clock, but it wasn’t long till Sue joined us in the kitchen. And in a matter of moments, I went from worrying about Grace’s plans and feelings for me to feeling a little like a spare part. I’d forgotten just how much Sue enjoyed having Grace around. The little sister she’d never had. The...

JFK, New York: 06:00 Saturday 3rd March 2018 I looked in vain but couldn’t see it. The engraving. Sue had suggested that we’d spent so much time at JFK arrivals recently that we ought to have our very own family chair or bench, complete with engraving. “Hey, honey. There it is. ‘The Jones family pew. Stalwart supporters of the airport through two generations. 1852 to 2018.’” My sarcasm earning me a justified punch on the...

When we last saw them Dean and Morgan had gotten their wives, Linda and Nancy, make their interracial fantasy into reality. Of course that also meant both women, even they didn’t know it at first, were put in the position of risking getting knocked up. This on an impulse where the husbands had the black guys stop using condoms; something both wives didn’t expect. Both women were not amused to put it mildly but relieved to...

Scarsdale, New York: Monday 12th February 2018 I slept fitfully that Sunday night, waking a couple of times to a mind full of thoughts about Sue and Francis. The thoughts were a swirling mixture of arousal and worry. I loved the thought of my beautiful wife together in bed with her big African lover. But at the same time, I never totally escaped the fears and worries about where this might lead. Playing with matches were...

JFK, New York: Sunday 11th February 2018 The cup of coffee was a life-saver. Strong, black, Grande. Full of the flavors of Africa. There are very few friends I like enough to get me out of a warm bed at six a.m. on a New York winter’s morning. But Francis, especially in his current state of mourning was one of those few friends. But without that steaming cup of Ethiopian black, I’d have been little use to him as I helped...

Scarsdale, New York: Friday 19th January 2018 As Sue’s FaceTime call was cut-off by Mikey I felt like a man in Purgatory. The excitement of watching Sue with her three young, college-age black lovers had been a huge and intense high. And now it was gone. It felt like a huge hole had been ripped in my chest. The blank seventy-five-inch screen, so full of life just seconds ago, seemed to now mock and torment me. It felt as...

Scarsdale, New York: Early evening Sunday 14th January 2018 Sanguine is one of those great words. I’m not smart or academic enough to know if it really counts as onomatopoeic. But I still think it’s a pretty great word that captures how Sue and I were feeling that Sunday evening. We’d arrived back from Lagos in the early hours of Sunday. This time we were Mr. and Mrs. 8A and 8B for the eleven and a half hour flight. Sue’s...

35,000 Feet above Central Africa: 13:00 Thursday 4th January 2018 “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve just commenced our descent into Lagos International Airport. Could you please return to your seats, put your seats upright, and stow any tables and electrical devices you’ve been using. Please ensure your seat belt is buckled up as our cabin crew will now start collecting up the headsets.” To a weary traveler, these words are as...

JFK Airport, New York: 21:00 Wednesday 3rd January 2018 “Hurry up, honey,” Sue shouted over her shoulder as she scurried towards the departure area. “If you don’t hurry up …” before her words trailed off as she bumped into someone coming in the opposite direction. Working out how to respond to Francis’ proposition about accompanying him to Nigeria had been a really hard call. He was a good friend and we knew he was hurtin...

The word Impulse is interesting because what it describes happens a lot in human nature; spur of the moment decisions. We’ve all The word "Impulse," is interesting because what it describes happens a lot in human nature; spur of the moment decisions without regard to possible consequences.We've all met people that were impulsive and sometimes that worked in their favor while other times, well not so much. Wonder how the w...

Scarsdale, New York: Monday 12th December 2017 Sue slowly came back down to earth, the tension now gone from her spent body. As her eyes opened and she looked at me I realized there was no hint of embarrassment or shame in her face. I’d thought that now the excitement had passed, there might be some adverse reaction. But Sue’s face was pure undiluted contentment. Fully satisfied and not caring whether the lover who’d plea...

Chapter 1: I’m Mr. J. an older guy that got interested in porn a couple of decades ago. I really get off watching amateur videos where wives fuck men other than the one they are married to. Sometimes you can hear their husband encouraging them, especially if the guy or guys are black and the woman is white. I mean what can be more exciting than tasting forbidden fruit? Anyway a couple of years ago, I met two young black g...

Okay, here’s the usual description of this post. Folks it totally fiction for people and places although the weather described might just have a hint of truth. Other wise it’s a product of an idle mind. Enjoy. Chapter 1: Life changing experiences can be in odd places and times. I had that feeling as I closed the door to room 641 that something big had happened. A little background first. My wife Barbara and I met almost f...

Scarsdale, New York: Monday 11th December 2017 Monday was a catch-up day at work. With Sue’s young Ghanaian admirer now safely back on a different continent, I could catch up on other projects and admin tasks I’d not worked on during his stay. I was just tidying up at work and looking forward to spending the evening with my two women when I got an incoming text. ‘Hey Pete, are you free for a quick chat at my place on your...