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Chapter 66 of A Wife’s Story
“Dear Neville. So lovely to hear from you after all these months and I hope you are doing well. I’m looking forward to assisting you in your home search upon your arrival next week and it will be very nice to have another handsome familiar face to see again. I will meet you at the airport. See you then!” Jaycee writes in her email to Colonel Neville Cole-Smyth, Royal Marines.
Neville’s arrival was just in time for Jaycee as she was planning to be active again in her real estate career, much to the pleasure of her broker, Anthony, who asked her to stop by his office to catch up after her 6-month hiatus.
The Sanders f-amily had made adjustments to their routine with the arrival of b-aby James as he became the center of attention every morning with the help from her husband, Mike and their k-ids Tiffany and Andy. Their help greatly aids Jaycee to get James fed, dressed and ready for his new adventures at daycare.
Strapping the growing b-aby boy into his car seat, Jaycee smiles to herself how big he is getting at only 6 months which reminds her of his f-ather, Gunnery Sergeant James Jackson, USMC. The muscular infantry Marine sure knows how to breed b-abies, Jaycee thought to herself as she hefts the little b-oy with the curly black hair and big blue eyes into the b-aby seat in the backseat of her Mercedes.
Finally able to get back into her regular clothes, Jaycee enjoyed once again turning heads in her professional attire whether stopping for coffee or grocery shopping after a day of working with real estate clients. Her 45 years of age were masked by her still-youthful appearance, that she could pass for 35 years of age. This did wonders for her self-esteem and confidence, especially when dealing with high-end real estate clients who demanded the best in service and expected their representatives to exude that.
Now with the arrival of Neville, Jaycee was excited to show him around the area and surmised what type of home the dashing Marine Colonel would appreciate. She thinks back to that night at the Marine Corps Ball in Cairo and how Neville took her after Jeff had ass-fucked her.
Neville’s scarred body from the battles in the Falklands enamored Jaycee as the warrior skillfully had his way with the blonde wife of another man. Hoping to see him again, her fantasy was cut short by Jeff’s antics and her subsequent dispatch from the country and her tryst with Gunny James Jackson didn’t help matters much, which only expediated her departure and left her pregnant with the Gunny’s c-hild in the end.
Stopping by Anthony’s office to update him on her newest customer, Anthony asked her to come in and close the door behind her. Taking a seat at the now familiar sofa in Anthony’s office, which she hasn’t sat on in quite a few months to do her “loyalty duty” as Anthony likes to phrase it, she expected he would want to start again.
Taking his seat across from her, Anthony eye’s Jaycee’s new body that he hasn’t seen; he’s only known her during her pregnancy, which made her a top candidate to sell the ex-NFL football player, Bruce Davis’ home who also had a fetish for white, married, pregnant women, which Jaycee willingly accommodated for a very handsome commission at closing.
“My Jaycee, you have certainly transformed into a very sexy woman. Not that you weren’t before, but just in a different category. I’m going to enjoy having you around all the more, but alas, I need to run to another meeting. But first, give me a quick rundown on your new customer, the British Colonel,” Anthony says.
The next 5 minutes, Jaycee recalled how she became acquainted with Neville, even going so far to telling him the fucking he gave her that November evening at the Nile Hilton and how he has requested her assistance in finding a new home on his arrival.
“Jaycee, you continue to amaze me with your stories with the stable of black men you must keep,” Anthony says, truly impressed at how such a slut Jaycee is, under that cross of career, soccer M-om veneer.
Standing to e-scort Jaycee to the door, Anthony wishes her good luck in her home search for Neville and also, he will make time to devote to her next time when he can.
Thanking Anthony for his time, Jaycee departs down the hallway with a smiling Anthony appreciating the fine ass in a skirt and heels that he loves so much on his agents.
The day of Neville’s arrival is here as Jaycee rushes to the airport, wanting to make sure she is there with plenty of time to spare. Dressed in her best blue business suit jacket and skirt and matching pumps, her wavy blonde hair just over her collar, she looks the very professional businesswoman that she is.
Deciding to grab a coffee while she waits, Jaycee finds an empty seat in the crowded lounge. Crossing her panty-hosed legs after she sits, she pulls her cellphone out to check on messages.
“Excuse me, Ma’am. Mind of I have a seat here? Not many available it seems,” said the youngish looking black Navy officer, dressed in his whites with Lieutenant epaulets on his shoulders.
“Oh hi, sailor. Please do,” Jaycee replied flashing her bright smile, turning in her seat which hiked her skirt up just a bit more.
Smiling in appreciation, the Navy officer takes a seat across from Jaycee and extends his hand to her.
“I’m Isiah Roberts by the way.”
“Jaycee Sanders, Isiah. Nice to meet you. Are you travelling or meeting someone?” Jaycee asks the handsome young officer.
“Meeting someone. A British Colonel I’m escorting to NATO headquarters. How about you?”
“I’m meeting a British Colonel as well. His name wouldn’t happen to be Cole-Smyth, would it?” Jaycee asks, wondering about the miscommunication between her and Neville.
“Really? How do you know the Colonel?” Isiah asks.
“From my brief time in Cairo and I am also his Realtor to assist him in finding a home,” Jaycee replies.
Laughing to himself, Isiah says, “Well, I know who the Colonel would rather see waiting for him. What plans did you have with him?”
“Just really to give him a lift to his new quarters at the Naval Base. Then from there, it’s up to him. What were your instructions, Isiah?” Jaycee asks.
“Pretty much the same, except I will have to e-scort him for the next week or so as he gets settled into his new post,” Isiah replies.
Glancing up at the arrivals sign, Isiah sees that Neville’s flight has arrived and he invites Jaycee to walk with him to the edge of the security area to await Neville.
“I’m glad you’re here, Jaycee. For many reasons, but mostly you know what the Colonel looks like,” Isiah says.
“It’s been almost 2 years, so I hope I can still remember him,” Jaycee replies thinking that if she saw him naked, she would immediately recognize that scarred, heroic body and impressive black cock that gave her such a good fucking.
In a few minutes, Jaycee spies Neville emerging from the deplaning passengers. Waving to him, Neville catches site of the beautiful blonde woman in the blue suit, and he recognizes her immediately.
“Jaycee! Wonderful to see you again, Love!” Neville says, embracing Jaycee maybe just a bit too long in the crowded terminal, sending the beginnings of Jaycee’s pussy to tingle, something she hasn’t felt in months.
Stepping back finally, Jaycee beckons LT Roberts over. “Neville. This is LT Isiah Roberts who is also here for you, but in a more official reason.”
Shaking hands, the older man is the same height as the young LT and it strikes Isiah that he’s face to face to a bonafide war hero and stammers out a greeting of “hello, Colonel, sir.”
“Right. So, who goes where with me?” Neville asks more to the business of the moment.
“Sir, I have my orders to e-scort you to base, get you settled and start the check in process,” Isiah says.
Looking at Jaycee, somewhat disappointed, Neville says, “I’ll be in touch, Jaycee, once my handlers are done with me. I would love the chance to catch up. I little birdie told me you’ve been a very naughty girl.”
Blushing at Neville’s remark in front of the young Navy officer, Jaycee says, “I’m at your beckon and call, m ’lord,” added with a little curtsy for emphasis.
With a hearty laugh, Neville replies, “Then off with you, wench. I will summon you, probably at the most inconvenient time. Shall we Lieutenant?”
Kisses on cheeks, Neville is led to the baggage claim by Isiah as Jaycee is left wondering what the hell. Oh well, she says to herself, now I have the whole day to do what? She asks herself.
--- To be continued
“Dear Neville. So lovely to hear from you after all these months and I hope you are doing well. I’m looking forward to assisting you in your home search upon your arrival next week and it will be very nice to have another handsome familiar face to see again. I will meet you at the airport. See you then!” Jaycee writes in her email to Colonel Neville Cole-Smyth, Royal Marines.
Neville’s arrival was just in time for Jaycee as she was planning to be active again in her real estate career, much to the pleasure of her broker, Anthony, who asked her to stop by his office to catch up after her 6-month hiatus.
The Sanders f-amily had made adjustments to their routine with the arrival of b-aby James as he became the center of attention every morning with the help from her husband, Mike and their k-ids Tiffany and Andy. Their help greatly aids Jaycee to get James fed, dressed and ready for his new adventures at daycare.
Strapping the growing b-aby boy into his car seat, Jaycee smiles to herself how big he is getting at only 6 months which reminds her of his f-ather, Gunnery Sergeant James Jackson, USMC. The muscular infantry Marine sure knows how to breed b-abies, Jaycee thought to herself as she hefts the little b-oy with the curly black hair and big blue eyes into the b-aby seat in the backseat of her Mercedes.
Finally able to get back into her regular clothes, Jaycee enjoyed once again turning heads in her professional attire whether stopping for coffee or grocery shopping after a day of working with real estate clients. Her 45 years of age were masked by her still-youthful appearance, that she could pass for 35 years of age. This did wonders for her self-esteem and confidence, especially when dealing with high-end real estate clients who demanded the best in service and expected their representatives to exude that.
Now with the arrival of Neville, Jaycee was excited to show him around the area and surmised what type of home the dashing Marine Colonel would appreciate. She thinks back to that night at the Marine Corps Ball in Cairo and how Neville took her after Jeff had ass-fucked her.
Neville’s scarred body from the battles in the Falklands enamored Jaycee as the warrior skillfully had his way with the blonde wife of another man. Hoping to see him again, her fantasy was cut short by Jeff’s antics and her subsequent dispatch from the country and her tryst with Gunny James Jackson didn’t help matters much, which only expediated her departure and left her pregnant with the Gunny’s c-hild in the end.
Stopping by Anthony’s office to update him on her newest customer, Anthony asked her to come in and close the door behind her. Taking a seat at the now familiar sofa in Anthony’s office, which she hasn’t sat on in quite a few months to do her “loyalty duty” as Anthony likes to phrase it, she expected he would want to start again.
Taking his seat across from her, Anthony eye’s Jaycee’s new body that he hasn’t seen; he’s only known her during her pregnancy, which made her a top candidate to sell the ex-NFL football player, Bruce Davis’ home who also had a fetish for white, married, pregnant women, which Jaycee willingly accommodated for a very handsome commission at closing.
“My Jaycee, you have certainly transformed into a very sexy woman. Not that you weren’t before, but just in a different category. I’m going to enjoy having you around all the more, but alas, I need to run to another meeting. But first, give me a quick rundown on your new customer, the British Colonel,” Anthony says.
The next 5 minutes, Jaycee recalled how she became acquainted with Neville, even going so far to telling him the fucking he gave her that November evening at the Nile Hilton and how he has requested her assistance in finding a new home on his arrival.
“Jaycee, you continue to amaze me with your stories with the stable of black men you must keep,” Anthony says, truly impressed at how such a slut Jaycee is, under that cross of career, soccer M-om veneer.
Standing to e-scort Jaycee to the door, Anthony wishes her good luck in her home search for Neville and also, he will make time to devote to her next time when he can.
Thanking Anthony for his time, Jaycee departs down the hallway with a smiling Anthony appreciating the fine ass in a skirt and heels that he loves so much on his agents.
The day of Neville’s arrival is here as Jaycee rushes to the airport, wanting to make sure she is there with plenty of time to spare. Dressed in her best blue business suit jacket and skirt and matching pumps, her wavy blonde hair just over her collar, she looks the very professional businesswoman that she is.
Deciding to grab a coffee while she waits, Jaycee finds an empty seat in the crowded lounge. Crossing her panty-hosed legs after she sits, she pulls her cellphone out to check on messages.
“Excuse me, Ma’am. Mind of I have a seat here? Not many available it seems,” said the youngish looking black Navy officer, dressed in his whites with Lieutenant epaulets on his shoulders.
“Oh hi, sailor. Please do,” Jaycee replied flashing her bright smile, turning in her seat which hiked her skirt up just a bit more.
Smiling in appreciation, the Navy officer takes a seat across from Jaycee and extends his hand to her.
“I’m Isiah Roberts by the way.”
“Jaycee Sanders, Isiah. Nice to meet you. Are you travelling or meeting someone?” Jaycee asks the handsome young officer.
“Meeting someone. A British Colonel I’m escorting to NATO headquarters. How about you?”
“I’m meeting a British Colonel as well. His name wouldn’t happen to be Cole-Smyth, would it?” Jaycee asks, wondering about the miscommunication between her and Neville.
“Really? How do you know the Colonel?” Isiah asks.
“From my brief time in Cairo and I am also his Realtor to assist him in finding a home,” Jaycee replies.
Laughing to himself, Isiah says, “Well, I know who the Colonel would rather see waiting for him. What plans did you have with him?”
“Just really to give him a lift to his new quarters at the Naval Base. Then from there, it’s up to him. What were your instructions, Isiah?” Jaycee asks.
“Pretty much the same, except I will have to e-scort him for the next week or so as he gets settled into his new post,” Isiah replies.
Glancing up at the arrivals sign, Isiah sees that Neville’s flight has arrived and he invites Jaycee to walk with him to the edge of the security area to await Neville.
“I’m glad you’re here, Jaycee. For many reasons, but mostly you know what the Colonel looks like,” Isiah says.
“It’s been almost 2 years, so I hope I can still remember him,” Jaycee replies thinking that if she saw him naked, she would immediately recognize that scarred, heroic body and impressive black cock that gave her such a good fucking.
In a few minutes, Jaycee spies Neville emerging from the deplaning passengers. Waving to him, Neville catches site of the beautiful blonde woman in the blue suit, and he recognizes her immediately.
“Jaycee! Wonderful to see you again, Love!” Neville says, embracing Jaycee maybe just a bit too long in the crowded terminal, sending the beginnings of Jaycee’s pussy to tingle, something she hasn’t felt in months.
Stepping back finally, Jaycee beckons LT Roberts over. “Neville. This is LT Isiah Roberts who is also here for you, but in a more official reason.”
Shaking hands, the older man is the same height as the young LT and it strikes Isiah that he’s face to face to a bonafide war hero and stammers out a greeting of “hello, Colonel, sir.”
“Right. So, who goes where with me?” Neville asks more to the business of the moment.
“Sir, I have my orders to e-scort you to base, get you settled and start the check in process,” Isiah says.
Looking at Jaycee, somewhat disappointed, Neville says, “I’ll be in touch, Jaycee, once my handlers are done with me. I would love the chance to catch up. I little birdie told me you’ve been a very naughty girl.”
Blushing at Neville’s remark in front of the young Navy officer, Jaycee says, “I’m at your beckon and call, m ’lord,” added with a little curtsy for emphasis.
With a hearty laugh, Neville replies, “Then off with you, wench. I will summon you, probably at the most inconvenient time. Shall we Lieutenant?”
Kisses on cheeks, Neville is led to the baggage claim by Isiah as Jaycee is left wondering what the hell. Oh well, she says to herself, now I have the whole day to do what? She asks herself.
--- To be continued
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Chapter 67 of A Wife’s Story
Realtor Jaycee Sanders was finishing the last button on her silk blouse when her cell phone began to ring.
“Jaycee Sanders,” she speaks into her new Samsung Galaxy smartphone. It was her husband Mike calling to ask if she could stop at the store on her way home.
“Certainly, Honey,” Jaycee replies, disconnecting the call as she looks down at a reclining and naked Anthony, stretched out on the sofa in his brokerage office.
It was the first time that Jaycee and Anthony had fucked; all the other times it was Jaycee orally pleasing her broker. Anthony was anxious to finally fuck Jaycee now that she was back to her pre-pregnancy body, and she certainly did not disappoint.
Walking over to Anthony’s desk, Jaycee retrieves a few tissues and reaches up her skirt to catch the oozing cum running down her inner thigh. Walking over to Anthony, Jaycee wipes the glistening black cock, soaked with both his cum and Jaycee’s juices.
As she cleans her broker’s cock, she thinks to herself… for an undersized black cock, he didn’t do too bad and he certainly could keep it up even after cumming.
Grabbing her bag, Jaycee gives a little wave to a grinning Anthony and lets herself out of his office to stop at the store for a few things that her f-amily needs for dinner tonight.
Sliding into her C-Class Mercedes, Jaycee takes a moment to recount how Anthony suggested they finally fuck. It didn’t take long for Jaycee to strip naked, bending over the back of the sofa for Anthony to take her from behind. Though smaller than the average black cock Jaycee had grown accustomed to over the years, Anthony gave her a very nice fucking; something she’s missed since her last black cock, courtesy of Dr. Kenneth Jones just before she gave birth to James.
Finishing on top of Anthony, Jaycee made a mess of his sofa, but he assured her the cleaning crew knows how to deal with the messes made in the past with his other agents; mostly women but Anthony has had a few of his male agents on the sofa as well.
To her husband’s credit, he needed the Viagra pill to fight the ED curse. Fortunately, he can make up for it with his masterful oral skills, which he will get the chance later this evening with Anthony’s cum still stewing inside Jaycee’s cunt.
The week has gone by quickly for Jaycee and she is wondering why she hasn’t heard from Neville. Oh well, he must be busy settling in she thinks.
After a moment’s pause, she decides to send him a text and to her surprise she gets an immediate response.
“So sorry. Have been busy. In another mtg, but will call after,” Neville texts back.
Later that day, Jaycee receives the call she was expecting from Neville.
“Hello, Love. Apologies for being out of touch. Just busy with settling in, but I would love it if we can get together this weekend to maybe visit some flats you have found for me,” Neville offers.
“Yes, Neville, that would be fine. I have my calendar all clear for you. May I come to pick you up, say around noon and maybe grab a bite of lunch?” Jaycee replies.
“Splendid! I’ll be in the lobby of my quarters waiting for you. Ta ta, Jaycee,” Neville says, ending the call.
Jaycee can’t help but think sex will be involved during her time with Neville as she sits at her desk at the brokerage office when there’s a knock on her office door. It’s Chona, the cute Filipina office manager who comes in to take a seat across from Jaycee’s desk.
“So, I guess you and boss finally fuck?” Chona asks, knowing what the answer is going to be.
Smiling back at Chona, Jaycee just nods and says yes. Then asks Chona if she has visited Anthony’s sofa.
“Yes, especially when no agents are in the office, so he use me. It okay, he pay me well,” Chona replies with a big smile on her attractive, unblemished face.
The two women engage in office gossip and some of the things Chona revealed really didn’t surprise Jaycee, except for the men who have been on Anthony’s sofa. One man particularly surprised Jaycee since he came across as very type alpha, but you never know these days she thinks to herself.
Driving home, Jaycee gets a call from a North Carolina number. “Hello, this is Jaycee,” she answers.
“Hello, Beautiful. It’s James. How have you and the b-aby been?” asks Gunnery Sergeant James Jackson, f-ather of Jaycee’s bi-racial s-on.
Pulling over quickly to the side of the road, Jaycee wanted to talk to James without the distraction of driving.
“Hello James. Where have you been and why now are you just calling?” Jaycee asks, a bit miffed at James’ absence.
“I’m sorry, Jaycee. I just got back from deployment, and I never got your address so I couldn’t write to tell you. I wanted to call you so bad, but I just figured it would be better once I got back. I’m on leave now and wanted to ask if I could visit you and the b-oy?” James replies somewhat sheepishly.
“James, you can visit anytime. He’s your s-on, but I have business this weekend. Let me ask Mike if he’d be okay if you came by for a visit. I’ll text you my home address, so now you’ll have no excuse not to write and stay in tune with your s-on. He’s getting quite big, you’ll see. Much like his daddy,” Jaycee says, feeling a tear of pride well up.
Arriving home just in time for dinner that Mike prepared since he got home earlier, Jaycee gives her three c-hildren all a kiss saving the last one for her husband. With the table cleared, big sis Tiffany takes James up to the bathroom for a bath while Jaycee and Mike relax on the deck overlooking the golf course.
“Mike. James Jackson wants to visit this weekend, mostly to see James Jr., but I will be out with Neville probably all day Saturday. Would you mind if James came here anyway, just to spend some time with his s-on?” Jaycee asks knowing how uncomfortable Mike will be having the big black Marine in his house, the same Marine that knocked-up his wife while he was away.
“I don’t know, Jaycee. Kind of a lot to ask of me. I hope you can understand?” Mike replies.
“Well, I feel it’s within James’ right to see his s-on, and if you can’t be here for him, then I may just take the b-aby and go to Jacksonville so James can meet his s-on finally,” Jaycee retorts.
“I suppose that means fucking him too, doesn’t it?” Mike says the ire in his voice growing.
“Yes, Mike, it just might lead to that. And I might also fuck Neville too sometime this weekend, just so you know. You know, full disclosure and all which we based this lifestyle on from day one,” Jaycee shoots back.
“That’s BS! I know you’ve been fucking other guys that you haven’t told me about, and yet here you sit telling me full disclosure. You go fuck your black cocks. I can’t stop you. Ever since we went down that rabbit hole starting with Reuben. This used to be fun for us, but now you’re just a black cock insatiable whore,” Mike snapped and gets up from his seat leaving the deck, slamming the door behind him, retreating to his den shaking in anger, the betrayal of his wife finally catching up to him.
--- The End (Not quite)
Realtor Jaycee Sanders was finishing the last button on her silk blouse when her cell phone began to ring.
“Jaycee Sanders,” she speaks into her new Samsung Galaxy smartphone. It was her husband Mike calling to ask if she could stop at the store on her way home.
“Certainly, Honey,” Jaycee replies, disconnecting the call as she looks down at a reclining and naked Anthony, stretched out on the sofa in his brokerage office.
It was the first time that Jaycee and Anthony had fucked; all the other times it was Jaycee orally pleasing her broker. Anthony was anxious to finally fuck Jaycee now that she was back to her pre-pregnancy body, and she certainly did not disappoint.
Walking over to Anthony’s desk, Jaycee retrieves a few tissues and reaches up her skirt to catch the oozing cum running down her inner thigh. Walking over to Anthony, Jaycee wipes the glistening black cock, soaked with both his cum and Jaycee’s juices.
As she cleans her broker’s cock, she thinks to herself… for an undersized black cock, he didn’t do too bad and he certainly could keep it up even after cumming.
Grabbing her bag, Jaycee gives a little wave to a grinning Anthony and lets herself out of his office to stop at the store for a few things that her f-amily needs for dinner tonight.
Sliding into her C-Class Mercedes, Jaycee takes a moment to recount how Anthony suggested they finally fuck. It didn’t take long for Jaycee to strip naked, bending over the back of the sofa for Anthony to take her from behind. Though smaller than the average black cock Jaycee had grown accustomed to over the years, Anthony gave her a very nice fucking; something she’s missed since her last black cock, courtesy of Dr. Kenneth Jones just before she gave birth to James.
Finishing on top of Anthony, Jaycee made a mess of his sofa, but he assured her the cleaning crew knows how to deal with the messes made in the past with his other agents; mostly women but Anthony has had a few of his male agents on the sofa as well.
To her husband’s credit, he needed the Viagra pill to fight the ED curse. Fortunately, he can make up for it with his masterful oral skills, which he will get the chance later this evening with Anthony’s cum still stewing inside Jaycee’s cunt.
The week has gone by quickly for Jaycee and she is wondering why she hasn’t heard from Neville. Oh well, he must be busy settling in she thinks.
After a moment’s pause, she decides to send him a text and to her surprise she gets an immediate response.
“So sorry. Have been busy. In another mtg, but will call after,” Neville texts back.
Later that day, Jaycee receives the call she was expecting from Neville.
“Hello, Love. Apologies for being out of touch. Just busy with settling in, but I would love it if we can get together this weekend to maybe visit some flats you have found for me,” Neville offers.
“Yes, Neville, that would be fine. I have my calendar all clear for you. May I come to pick you up, say around noon and maybe grab a bite of lunch?” Jaycee replies.
“Splendid! I’ll be in the lobby of my quarters waiting for you. Ta ta, Jaycee,” Neville says, ending the call.
Jaycee can’t help but think sex will be involved during her time with Neville as she sits at her desk at the brokerage office when there’s a knock on her office door. It’s Chona, the cute Filipina office manager who comes in to take a seat across from Jaycee’s desk.
“So, I guess you and boss finally fuck?” Chona asks, knowing what the answer is going to be.
Smiling back at Chona, Jaycee just nods and says yes. Then asks Chona if she has visited Anthony’s sofa.
“Yes, especially when no agents are in the office, so he use me. It okay, he pay me well,” Chona replies with a big smile on her attractive, unblemished face.
The two women engage in office gossip and some of the things Chona revealed really didn’t surprise Jaycee, except for the men who have been on Anthony’s sofa. One man particularly surprised Jaycee since he came across as very type alpha, but you never know these days she thinks to herself.
Driving home, Jaycee gets a call from a North Carolina number. “Hello, this is Jaycee,” she answers.
“Hello, Beautiful. It’s James. How have you and the b-aby been?” asks Gunnery Sergeant James Jackson, f-ather of Jaycee’s bi-racial s-on.
Pulling over quickly to the side of the road, Jaycee wanted to talk to James without the distraction of driving.
“Hello James. Where have you been and why now are you just calling?” Jaycee asks, a bit miffed at James’ absence.
“I’m sorry, Jaycee. I just got back from deployment, and I never got your address so I couldn’t write to tell you. I wanted to call you so bad, but I just figured it would be better once I got back. I’m on leave now and wanted to ask if I could visit you and the b-oy?” James replies somewhat sheepishly.
“James, you can visit anytime. He’s your s-on, but I have business this weekend. Let me ask Mike if he’d be okay if you came by for a visit. I’ll text you my home address, so now you’ll have no excuse not to write and stay in tune with your s-on. He’s getting quite big, you’ll see. Much like his daddy,” Jaycee says, feeling a tear of pride well up.
Arriving home just in time for dinner that Mike prepared since he got home earlier, Jaycee gives her three c-hildren all a kiss saving the last one for her husband. With the table cleared, big sis Tiffany takes James up to the bathroom for a bath while Jaycee and Mike relax on the deck overlooking the golf course.
“Mike. James Jackson wants to visit this weekend, mostly to see James Jr., but I will be out with Neville probably all day Saturday. Would you mind if James came here anyway, just to spend some time with his s-on?” Jaycee asks knowing how uncomfortable Mike will be having the big black Marine in his house, the same Marine that knocked-up his wife while he was away.
“I don’t know, Jaycee. Kind of a lot to ask of me. I hope you can understand?” Mike replies.
“Well, I feel it’s within James’ right to see his s-on, and if you can’t be here for him, then I may just take the b-aby and go to Jacksonville so James can meet his s-on finally,” Jaycee retorts.
“I suppose that means fucking him too, doesn’t it?” Mike says the ire in his voice growing.
“Yes, Mike, it just might lead to that. And I might also fuck Neville too sometime this weekend, just so you know. You know, full disclosure and all which we based this lifestyle on from day one,” Jaycee shoots back.
“That’s BS! I know you’ve been fucking other guys that you haven’t told me about, and yet here you sit telling me full disclosure. You go fuck your black cocks. I can’t stop you. Ever since we went down that rabbit hole starting with Reuben. This used to be fun for us, but now you’re just a black cock insatiable whore,” Mike snapped and gets up from his seat leaving the deck, slamming the door behind him, retreating to his den shaking in anger, the betrayal of his wife finally catching up to him.
--- The End (Not quite)
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Not sure how I feel. I agree with the husband. Given her lack of commitment to her family I see a divorce as she is not woman enough for her husband.
My stance on this evolution of not only Jaycee, but of her relationship with Mike could be akin to Pegasus with his wings of wax; he flew too close to the sun. Now maybe time for Jaycee to come back to earth after she got too close to the sun, ie, blatantly just fucking BBC without regard any further to Mike's feelings. We'll see how this angle develops.... thank you for your comments as always!
Thanks for hearing my thoughts. Your talent and ability are never in question with me. If you can round the square I am right there with you.
Ok fans... Jaycee and Mike have ridden off into the sunset as I am bringing this story to a close. If somebody wants to try their hand at carrying with the next chapters, go for it.
It's been a great run and thanks to you all for your support and readership.
I will work on the Captive series; read about 1stLt Duska Anderson's predicament as a captive of Somali pirates.
It's been a great run and thanks to you all for your support and readership.
I will work on the Captive series; read about 1stLt Duska Anderson's predicament as a captive of Somali pirates.
Thanks for your great story. You had some hot scenes and let us into the thinking and feeling of you main characters. Perceptive writing.
Please let us know where the Captive will show up. If we are following you will it let us know.
Captive
Captive Chapter 1 Duska Anderson was raised in Arizona where her parents immigrated to from Sweden for her ******* to accept a professorship at Arizona State University. Leaving the cold weather for the sunny desert served Duska well as she pursued her school athletics, excelling on the swim...
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