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Note from Slickman: This story has some interracial sex, threesomes and lesbian parts. It starts off slow so don't give up on it. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, rewritten or redistributed.
NBA Wife
Mary Jackson pushed the full shopping cart through the narrow aisles in the Super Wal-Mart Food department. As normal she was wearing dark sunglasses so other shoppers would not recognize her and stop to talk. She never thought being a wife of an all-star NBA basketball player would really mean that much to the fans but evidently it did. Her husband Allan or "Action" like the fans called him was the star player of the Baltimore Stars.
"Is that her?" Mary over heard a woman ask her friend who were standing ahead of her in the checkout line. Mary turned to look at the woman and noticed she was reading one of the tabloid newspapers.
"Yes, it is," a short woman next to the first one said. "That poor woman."
"Poor woman," Mary repeated. "What the hell was she talking about?" She noticed the women whispering as they continued to read the tabloid. Finally they checked out and Mary reached down to pick up the magazine they were looking at. On the front page was a picture of her husband coming out of a motel room with a cute blonde girl under his arm. The heading said, "Action Jackson gets some action". Mary read the first paragraph in disbelief. It said her husband was seen going into a motel room and coming out an hour later with an eighteen year-old college girl.
"Ma'am, please move up," the young bubble-blowing cashier snapped back to her. Mary turned and growled at her. She put the tabloid on top of her groceries and quickly paid for them. Ten minutes later she sat in the car and read the rest of the story. When she opened to page two she gasped because her and their son Jacob's picture was on the page. The caption was "WHY WOULD ACTION JACKSON CHEAT ON HIS WIFE?"
Mary started the car and was putting in gear when her cell phone rang. She looked at her husband's name on the caller ID. She picked it up and without saying hello said, "That article had better be a lie!"
"Mary I can explain," Allan said softly. "Calm down."
"I'm listening," Mary gritted through her teeth.
"It…….I mean……….the story was….not all……….truthful."
"Not All? You mean some of it was truthful? Like the part that you and some blonde white girl was in a motel room for over an hour?"
"She……….she was….a reporter and I gave her an interview."
"How big of an interview did you give her honey? You better come home as fast as you can or the locks will be changed."
"I can't come home today. We have a game tonight against Dallas."
Mary hung up the phone.
"Fuck man," Allan said when he heard the click. He turned and looked at Gene Stormin' Norman. "My wife saw that article. I'm fucked."
"Let her cool down for a while and send her some flowers. It works with my wife," Gene grinned.
"Carol knows you screw around on the road?"
"She hasn't come out and said it but I know she knows."
"And she doesn't care?"
"I'm sure she does but she signed that pre-nup and is probably afraid she won't get anything if we divorce. It says for any reason. I've also bought her a new convertible and have allowed her to join an exclusive health spa."
Later that night the Stars lost to Dallas by thirty points. Action had his worse game as a pro and was tossed out of the game for punching another player. As soon as the game was over he took a late plane to Washington, D.C and pulled into his driveway at 2:00AM. He tried to unlock the front door but his key wouldn't work. "How did she get a locksmith so fast?" He wondered. He moved to the unlocked window at the side of the garage and pushed it up.
Mary had almost fallen asleep when she heard someone downstairs. She moved out of bed and grabbed the baseball bat she kept near the bed. She saw the kitchen light on and knew her husband had somehow gotten into the house.
Allan pulled out a cold dish of potato salad and was eating it when he noticed someone standing behind him. He jerked back holding his hand up when he saw his wife holding a baseball bat. "Put that down."
"Why should I?" Mary said with a look that could bend a nail. "Talk."
"I'm not talking to you holding a baseball bat," he said. He had never seen her so angry.
"Tell me the truth. NO LIES! If you lie to me we are finished." She put down the bat and sat across from him.
Allan could see that she had been crying. "God Mary, I've been so good staying away from women on the road. They throw themselves at the NBA players and a lot; I mean most, of the players sleep with them. This one girl has been following me from town to town. She's a reporter for the National Sports Gazette. We had just won a big overtime game in Houston and we were sitting in the bar celebrating when she showed up." He stopped and took a drink of Coke.
"Things got out of hand. The guys knew that I had not messed around and one of them got the bartender to double up the shots in my drinks. I knew I needed to get out of there and when I went to the restroom I didn't go back. When I entered the elevator she jumped in with me." He had rehearsed this story all the way back from Dallas.
"Amy Tolliver," Mary said remembering the name in the tabloid.
"Yes."
"That's when she came on to me. I was barely able to stand so she hugged me into her to keep me up. We……….we….kissed." He stopped to look at her. "I'm so sorry."
"Go on," Mary said trying not to blow up.
"She walked me to my room and when I opened the door she followed me in. At first we just sat on the bed and talked about the game that night. Then out of the blue she looked at me and asked me if I wanted a blow job."
"Of course you said yes," Mary injected with fire in her eyes.
"I didn't say anything but I didn't stop her either when she pushed me onto my back and unzipped me. Then she did it. That's all that happened."
"You didn't fuck her?"
"I swear to God no. I think I was set up because the photographer was waiting outside my door when I walked her out. He ran away before I could get to his camera. I was hoping it wouldn't show up but the Trash tabloid must have purchased it from him. She's not eighteen. She's twenty-two."
"At least it wasn't a teenager," Mary said as she stood calmly and took her bat back up the stairs. "You can sleep in the spare bedroom."
Allan sat without finishing his food. At least she had not kicked him out of the house. He had to get to Amy before his wife had a talk with her. If Mary found out he had been fucking this young white girl for the past month he was dead.
Amy Tolliver sat in the chief editor's office waiting for word if she still had a job or not. He had been pleased with her recent articles about the NBA player's life on the road but now that she had been named and pictured as one of the groupies she knew she was in trouble.
Finally the adjoining door to the executive conference room opened and her 50 year-old boss walked into his private office and closed the door. Jack Wilson moved to the black leather sofa and sat down. "Amy come here and let's talk."
Amy pushed down her short skirt and nervously walked over to him. "Do I still have a job?" She sat down next to him.
"Maybe. But first you have to tell me everything that took place with Action Jackson that night." Jack said firmly. He could see the young woman was very nervous.
"Everything?" She repeated.
"Everything."
"You assigned me to follow the NBA Stars and I did. I quickly discovered how many of the players slept around on the road and how free and easy the women were. A few of the players came onto me but I pushed them away. The one player who did not sleep around was Allan Jackson."
"So you decided to take care of that," Jack grinned. His eyes roamed down to the young woman's tan thighs.
"No that's not the way it happened. One night I saw him sitting alone at the hotel bar and asked if I could sit next to him. The other players had already taken their night entertainment to their rooms and I thought I could get to know him better." Amy noticed him glancing down at her legs and it gave her an uneasy feeling. She again pulled down her skirt.
"And that was it for the next few weeks. We would meet at the bar and just talk. At the time I was engaged and he knew it and never made an advance towards me. He talked constantly about his wife and son. About a month ago my fiancée and I broke up. He said I was traveling too much and had to quit my job. Do you have anything to drink?"
Jack smiled and moved to the small refrigerator behind his desk. He pulled out a diet coke and offered it. She smiled and nodded her head yes.
She took a sip and continued. "So I told him it was my job and I was not going to give it up. So we broke up. I was pretty shook up by it and when I talked to Allan I started crying. He hugged me to him to help me. My hand accidentally touched his……….penis and I knew I should have taken my hand away but I didn't."
Jack sat closer. The story was getting to the good stuff. "Go on. Tell me everything."
Amy tried to move away but she was at the end of the sofa. "Then he asked me to go to his room and I went. That's when we….we did it."
"Go back and tell me everything," Jack whispered as his hand dropped from the sofa behind her to gently pull on her long blonde hair. "How long did you touch his cock in the bar?"
Amy felt him touching her hair and when he used the word "cock" she knew he wanted more than just find out what happened. "I think I should leave." She peeked down at his large bulge forming in the crotch of his trousers. As she tried to move off the sofa his large hand pulled her back against the soft cushion.
"If I don't hear the whole story I'll have to let you go," he whispered while keeping his hand on her shoulder. "How long did you touch his cock?"
Amy knew she was trapped. If she lost this job she would be blackballed in the sports news business and if she left and reported him it would be her word against his. "For only a minute or so," she said nervously.
"Does he have a big cock?" He whispered as his lips moved closer to her ear.
"Mr. Wilson, please don't…."
"I've got a big cock. Why don't you touch mine like you did his?" Jack quickly took her trembling hand and pulled it onto his lap.
Amy tried to pull her hand away but he was too strong. She felt his hot penis under her hand and realized it was the biggest one she had ever touched. "We can't do this."
"Sure you can. Let me take it out for you," he whispered.
Jack pulled back on her shoulder while he unzipped his slacks and reached into his boxers to find his huge pink rod. He pulled it out and looked to see her eyes closed. He grinned and again brought her sweaty hand to his hard-on. But this time it was flesh against flesh. "Touch it."
Amy thought that maybe if she jerked him off it would be enough for her to escape and collect her thoughts. Her fingers started moving slowly up and back down to the base. He was a lot longer and thicker than both her ex-fiancée and Allan. Her eyes opened wide when his hand moved down off her shoulder until it cupped her breast. Things were going too fast.
"Just let me finish you," she whispered. His fingers had found the hard nipple pressing out her clothing and were toying with it.
"Finish the story," Jack whispered as his lips pressed lightly against her tender earlobe.
"That's it. We went to his room and did it," she moaned. His fingers on her nipple were causing some serious heat problems down below.
"Take off your clothes and show me," Jack said as he grabbed the bottom of her loose blouse and pulled upward. It moved over her skimpy semi-cup bra before she could stop him. The blouse now covered her head which blocked her vision and captured her arms above her head.
"OH GOD, PLEASE DON'T REMOVE MY BLOUSE," she said loudly. She knew he could now see most of her pink breasts and possibly her darker pink nips.
Jack's eyes got bigger when he saw how big she really was. She had been hiding her chest size under loose tops. "Lovely," he said as he lowered his lips to a cherry tip that had popped out from under the white lace cup.
"Mr. Wilson stop," she said softly. Suddenly she felt his fingers release the front bra clasp and gasped when the bra fell from her naked orbs.
"Did Action suck your nipples?" Jack asked. His tongue made small circles around the hard bud.
"Yes," she moaned. Her body had forsaken her. God it felt so good.
Jack took his time tasting the small round nips. He moved back from her and pulled her body until she was lying on her back with the blouse still over her head. Her pink boobs were his to do as he pleased. His fingers released the button on her skirt and pulled down the small zipper. She lifted her hips without him asking her to until the skirt left her body. Jack sat back and admired the body he had peeked at for the past year.
"What….what are you going….to do…do….to me?" She stuttered. Her legs were still clamped tightly together which prevented him from seeing the huge damp spot on the crotch of her matching white lace bikini panties.
"The same thing Action Jackson did to you dear. I'm going to fuck you," he chuckled. His fingers pulled down on the elastic waistband until the top of her golden bush popped out at him. She did not lift her hips.
"Mr. Wilson we…..you….can't do this," she said as she tried to remove her hands and arms from the blouse. Suddenly his fingers jerked down on the panties until she heard the ripping sound. "OH GOD!" She cried when his strength tore the panties in half. Her damp pussy lips were now open to his eyes. He pushed apart her thighs and moved his body up onto her until the tip of his hard-on pressed against her dampness.
"Please don't Ra*e me," she begged. Somehow she finally got the blouse off and looked into his eyes.
"Oh, I'm not going to Ra*e you," he grinned. "I want you to rub my prick all over your pussy."
Amy knew it would be enough for her to give in. "Let me give you a blow job."
"Maybe later," he grinned. Jack grabbed her hand and pressed it between their stomachs until she touched his hard shaft. "Rub it."
Amy thought that maybe if she rubbed and squeezed it he would come before entering her. Her fingers curled around him and slowly pulled his penis up and down her moist lips.
"Is Action as big as I am?" Jack whispered. He could hear her breathing deeper and more rapidly.
"No, God no," she moaned. As the tip passed over her opened hole Jack pushed downward slightly. The tip wedged into the opening.
"You monster!" Her legs opened wider to let him in.
He grinned because he knew she wanted it so badly now. "Tell me to fuck you."
"Ohhh," she moaned. She had to have it. "Yes please do it."
"Tell me to fuck you," he repeated. Another inch pushed inside.
Amy's mouth reached up and bit down hard on his earlobe. With clinched teeth she said, "FUCK ME DAMMIT!"
Luckily most of the employees were at lunch because anyone walking by Jack Wilson's office would have heard the flesh slapping together and Amy's cries of joy as his massive rod pounded in and out of her. She thought of Allan and how excited she was having a well-built athlete fucking her but this was different. It was unplanned uncontrolled fucking. Her teeth bit down on his ear again until she tasted blood.
"OUCH!" Jack cried out. He stopped his fucking motion and looked down into her smiling face. "What have I done?"
"You wanted to fuck me so DO IT!" She giggled as her hands grabbed around to his ass cheeks. Her long fingernails dug deeply into his rear flesh as she pulled him back down inside of her.
Jack did as she commanded. Her lips found his mouth and her tongue dashed inside. They were now connected in two places. Her tongue fucked his mouth with the same motion of his prick into her pussy. Both were drenched with sweat when Jack climaxed. "OH SHIT!"
Amy didn't scream when she came. All she did was laugh. "Ha, ha, ha…..ha, ha, ha, ha…………………NOW!"
An hour after Amy left his office he held up the torn panties to Ted Higgins the man who had took the photo of Amy and Action coming out of the hotel room. "Here's the $4,000 bonus I promised. I told you that you would get a good picture if you waited long enough."
Mary Jackson left the house the next morning to take her son to his Day Care. In the parking lot she called another wife of a player on the team, Carol Norman. Mary had heard rumors that her husband Gene had quite a few different women on the road. "Hello Carol this is Mary Jackson."
"Hi, I was just thinking about you," Carol said. "I'm sorry about the story that just came out. I just saw it on ESPN."
"ESPN!" Mary said loudly. "Now the whole world knows about it. Even Bill Clinton's oral sex story was not as big as this one."
"Oral sex! Is that what Allan told you?" Carol laughed.
"Yes, he said she came onto him and that he had too many drinks. It was her who pushed him back and gave him oral sex."
Carol started laughing and couldn't stop. "These men are so full of shit. Do you think he would go into a motel room with that cute little white ass and only receive a blowjob?" She started laughing again.
Mary waited until she stopped laughing. "Do you have a few minutes to talk?"
"Not really," Carol replied. "I'm on my way to the gym……unless you want to meet me there?"
"Sure, I don't want to go home right now because I'll probably kill Allan. Where is your gym?" Mary wrote down the address and headed a few streets over. She got there before Carol and was amazed at the place. It wasn't a gym. It was a palace. As she exited her car Carol pulled next to her.
"You like?" Carol grinned.
"Gym………you call that a gym?" Mary said still gawking at the place.
Mary followed her to the front desk. "This is Mary Jackson and she will be my guest today." Carol turned and looked at Mary. "You are probably a size eight right?"
"Seven," Mary answered.
"Good you can fit into my outfits. Follow me to the locker room."
"I don't really need to work out," Mary said. "I was just hoping to talk a little."
"Actually you DO need to work out because you are overly stressed and need to burn some energy." They walked through some doors and into a huge open area. Large lockers surrounded the room that had soft chairs, music playing and a large screen TV in the corner.
"This is some locker room," Mary grinned.
"This is one of my quirks for having a husband who cheats on me," Carol said without any emotion.
"You know he does it for sure?"
"Sure, I've even had the women call him at our house. I don't know how they get our number."
"It………..it doesn't bother you?"
"Hell yes it bothers me but unless I want to go back to the middle class suburbs I have to live with it."
"Sorry but a gym membership wouldn't cover my payback," Mary said as she watched Carol removed her blouse and Capri pants. The black woman looked great with no visible signs of fat anywhere except maybe in her hips.
"Do you know how hard it is for a black woman to reduce the size of her ass?" Carol asked as she turned and poised before Mary.
Mary blushed. "How did you first find out that Gene was cheating?"
"You know I don't even call it cheating anymore," Carol said as she reached down into her large locker and pulled out a black body suit. She tossed it to Mary. "Put that on."
"I can't fit into this," Mary laughed. She held it up and thought it was for a child.
"It stretches," Carol laughed.
"Do you know how long it's been since I've worked out?" Mary laughed. She was on the track team in college but had not done much physical activity since her son was born.
Carol casually removed her bra and panties and stood naked in front of Mary as she disrobed. Mary peeked at her firm breasts with two Hershey Kiss nipples affixed at the ends and the flats stomach and nearly bald vagina between her thighs. "I wished I looked half as good as you," Mary remarked. Her blouse and shorts fell onto the carpeted floor. She started to step into the tiny leotard until Carol stopped her.
"You have to remove your underwear," Carol laughed.
"Without underwear I might as well be naked," Mary gasped. "This thing will be so tight you'll be able to see my skin pores and all of my fat."
"Did I forget to tell you it's a female only place and I've reserved a private workout area?" Carol grinned. She wasn't totally truthful about it but didn't want to break the news just yet.
"Can I wear a robe?" Mary asked as she released her bra and pushed down her panties. "Thank God I had my pubic mound trimmed," Mary thought. She saw Carol's eyes looked at her body.
"God I wish I had breasts like those," Carol grinned. "Are they real?"
"Yes," Mary blushed. "They got a lot bigger after my child and never really shrunk." She turned around to face away from Carol to put on the leotard. Suddenly she felt Carol's fingers squeezing her buttock. She turned quickly and jumped back.
"You do need to lose some of that," Carol grinned. "Except most men like a good bootie."
Mary stood back as she put on the body suit. She looked at her reflection in the large mirror and gasped. The black suit made her look naked. "Are you sure all the members are just women?"
"Yes, come on because my trainer will probably be waiting for us," Carol smiled. She walked ahead and heard Mary running trying to keep up.
Mary saw some members glance her way as they walked through the large workout room. She hoped none of them recognized her and thought she got away until she looked at the TV screen above the tread mills and saw both her face and the face of the young white woman side by side. Mary covered her face and followed Carol into a small room down a short hallway. Inside the room were various workout equipment, mats and a massage table.
"God, how much does it cost to rent a room like this for an hour?"
Carol laughed. "The room, the trainer, and the massage costs about $1000 per two hours."
"And Gene pays for it."
"He gets his pussy on the road and I get what I want at home," she smiled. "Let's do some stretches before the trainer gets here." Carol dropped down onto the mat and opened her legs wide while she reached to touch her toes. The tight leotard pulled dangerously up into her swollen pussy lips.
Mary moved across from Carol and copied her actions. She felt the tight body suit pull down into her ass crack as she stretched one way and then the other. "I can't believe that just this makes you feel like you are getting even with Gene's cheating."
"Oh, there's more," Carol grinned when she saw the door opening. "And here it comes right now."
Mary turned expecting to see a woman trainer coming through the door however it was not a woman. It was a handsome blonde man wearing a skin tight shirt and loose cotton shorts. "OH GOD!" She yelled as she quickly turned her body to prevent him seeing her almost bare chocolate ass. She glared at Carol.
"I said there were only women members. Joel works here."
"Hi Carol," the man said as he dropped to his knees next to Mary. "Who is your friend?"
If Mary could run and hide somewhere she would have. "I'm Mary and I'm very pissed at my FRIEND!" She growled. Her hands were making a valiant effort to hide as much of her full breasts and lower stomach as much as possible.
"I invited Mary to join us today," Carol grinned. When Joel stood up Carol moved into his arms for a tight hug. Her eyes glanced over at Mary and winked.
"So this is how Carol gets her payback," Mary thought as she watched Carol's thigh push forward into the young man's crotch. Joel pushed his leg back into Carol.
"What would you ladies like to work on today?" Joel said as his body broke free from Carol's clutches.
"Don't you first have to measure Mary's body?" Carol smiled.
"She's right," Joel said as he walked over to a small shelf and pulled down a measuring tape. "I need to do a measurement of all parts of your body."
"No, that's OK," Mary said. "I'm just here for today." She again glared at Carol.
"I don't have any choice," Joel said. "My manager requires it. You don't want me to lose my job do you?"
"Come on," Carol said as she grabbed Mary's arm and pulled her up. Mary took a deep breath and stood before him. She felt completely naked.
"You're very beautiful," Joel smiled.
"She wants to lose some inches back here," Carol giggled as her fingers once again pinched Mary's bare cheeks.
"Carol!" Mary cried out. She turned to push Carol's fingers away and realized Joel could now see her bare ass cheeks. "OH," she exclaimed as she turned back around and crossed her arm over her hard nipples.
"The first thing you need to do is relax," Joel grinned. "Don't feel embarrassed to show your body around me. This is a woman spa and I'm a professional trainer and masseuse." Joel took her wrist and pulled them from her chest. "Hold your hands up over your head."
Mary slowly did what he said knowing her nipples were as hard as she could ever remember. Joel took the long tape and reached around her back. His wrist brushed against her side and she jumped. "Relax," he said again.
Mary had not ever been this close to a white man especially one so handsome and blonde. She thought about Allan being in the hotel room with that blonde girl Amy and relaxed. As his fingers pulled the tape around and across her full breasts her big brown eyes look up into his blue ones. The tape pushed gently on her raised nipples causing her eyes to close again in pleasure.
Joel looked at the tape reading. "What size bra do you wear?"
Mary gulped. "38DD," she replied proudly.
"I got 38 but I can't measure the DD part." He said smiling.
"There's one way to measure it," Carol giggled. She reached up and under Mary's arms until her tiny hands cupped the huge knockers. "Yep, definitely DD."
"Carol," Mary said blushing. She pulled the woman's fingers downward not knowing Carol had a hold on the top of her leotard. The black fabric pulled downward until Mary's right breast popped outward. "OH GOD!" She tried to grab the cloth from Carols' fingers but couldn't. "Don't Look!"
But it was too late. Joel had seen the largest firmest caramel breast he had ever seen. Her big round dark brown areola stuck out at least an inch.
With a burst of energy Mary pulled her suit from Carol's fingers and refitted it over her bare breast. "You do anything like that again and I'm going to do the same to you."
"Joel wouldn't mind would you Joel?" Carol whispered as she moved into his stout frame. Her fingers started at his waist line and moved slowly down towards the bulge that had been forming.
"You are going to get me fired," Joel laughed as he jerked Carol's fingers away. "Let me show you some exercises to get rid of some inches back there."
Mary and Carol stood over him as he moved down on his back on the mat. With his feet under his thighs he lifted his hips until his obvious hard-on pressed up into the air. "Keep your hands on the mat when you do it."
"Do it again," Carol giggled.
Mary knew her pussy juices were flowing freely now and was glad the leotard was black so he couldn't see the damp spot very easily. She, like Carol, was imagining his body under hers with his big hard ivory penis pushing up into her hot quim.
"Now you two do it," Joel grinned as he stood and watched them move onto their backs. His eyes remained on Mary since he had seen pretty much all of Carol already. He grinned when she kept her knees together while raising her hips upward. Joel dropped to his knees at her feet and placed his hands on her knees. "Open them so you can get better balance." His fingers pushed outward but she stopped him. If she opened her legs her secret would be out. She again thought of Amy and slowly let him push open her knees. She saw his eyes looking directly downward at the thin covering over her dripping pussy lips. The thin black strap moved up between her ass cheeks and into the bottom of her swollen pussy lips.
"Like this?" she grinned as her legs opened wider. The black cloth barely covered the damp folds and curly bump of black pubic hairs. So far this white hunk had seen her bare breast, bare buttocks and now the shape of her pubic mound.
"Yes, now keep doing that and I'll be right back," Joel said. The women turned and watched his ass as he walked to the door.
"Are you fucking him?" Mary whispered.
"Don't ever ask me questions like that and I won't you," Carol grinned. "But I will tell you a little secret. He makes the cutest face when he cums."
"How is it?" Mary asked. Her body was on fire.
"You've never been with a white man before?"
"No," Mary replied. "Never even kissed one on the lips before."
"Different," Carol grinned. "I can only speak for one of them however that one is very good in bed."
"He looks big…..I mean his…."
"Penis," Carol finished her nasty thought. "That honey you need to find out for yourself."
"Oh no, I could never cheat…," she started saying before realizing her husband had just cheated on her and the whole world now knew it.
Carol laughed. "Things are different now aren't they?
"How would I know he was even interested in me?" Mary asked. It had been over seven years since she had even dated another man.
"Shit girl. Didn't you see that swollen package in his shorts? That wasn't from me honey."
"What if Gene finds out? You know he will be really pissed even though we all know he cheats on you?"
"I've pocketed away some funds to keep me going if he kicks me out of the house. Besides in California pre-nups aren't as solid as many people think. Those only cover money he had before we were married. Shit, he wasn't even making a million dollars a year in those days."
The door opened and Joel walked back in. "You ladies were supposed to keep doing the hip lifts."
"We did but we want to do something else," Carol whined with a smile.
"Good then get on the elliptical machine and Mary you try the stair climber machine."
Carol groaned and jumped on the elliptical machine while Joel led Mary to the stair climber. "This is just a series of steps that keep rotating. Stand on the steps and I'll start it slowly." Mary moved up onto the steps and knew his face was just below her nearly nude butt. When she started stepping he would be able to look up under her ass at her pussy mound. "I'm ready."
Joel watched her hold onto the rails and then reached around her to press the correct buttons. His wrist pushed against the softness of her right breast but she didn't pull away. Suddenly the stairs started moving and Mary wasn't prepared. Her body fell backwards onto his. Joel wrapped his arms around her waist and they both fell onto the mat with their bodies facing upward.
"Oh, are you alright?" Mary gasped as she tried to move off of him but his hands held her tight, so tight that she felt his hard expression of passion pushing against her soft ass. Her hands tried to release his hands but she lost the strength when his lips pressed against the small hairs on the back of her neck.
"Hey you two break it up!" Carol yelled. She had planned on taking Joel to his apartment after the workout and the way things were going with Mary she might miss out. "I'm paying for these two hours you know."
Mary felt his fingers release her and rolled off onto the mat. She got up on all fours and looked over into his blue eyes. "Let's try it again."
Mary got onto the machine and could feel his eyes on her ass and her thinly covered mound. After about ten minutes she was huffing and puffing because she was tired but also because she was excited. She pushed the big STOP button and climbed down. "That's all I can do today." She looked behind her and saw Joel and Carol behind a large shelf unit. They must have heard her because Carol moved out first with a big grin on her face and Joel followed. "Time for our massages," Carol giggled.
"I…uh…don't need…a massage," Mary said nervously.
"Uh, you need one more than me," Carol laughed. "You go first."
Mary looked over at the massage table and Joel getting some bottles off the shelf. He held up a large white towel. "Take off your body suit and cover yourself with this. I'll look away."
"No way I'm striping naked in here," Mary said forcing a smile. "Someone might come in the door."
"I locked it," Joel grinned.
Mary turned for Carol's help but the other women just grinned and held up both hands with her palms pointing upward.
"Don't look," Mary whispered as she pulled the shoulder straps off her shoulders and down her arms. When her breasts popped out she quickly pushed the skimpy covering down off her stomach, thighs and legs. She grabbed the towel and jumped up on the table facing upward. She quickly covered her breasts and lower body to the middle of her thighs. "OK."
Joel turned and saw the very stiff woman. "Relax. It's better if I do the back first. I'll hold up the towel while you turn over. I won't be able to see you."
Mary took a big breath as Joel held up the towel and quickly turned onto her front.
"He peeked!" Carol yelled while laughing.
"Did you?" Mary asked as she felt the towel fall onto her lower back and thighs.
"Of course not," Joel lied. His eyes took a mental picture of the nicest roundest ass he had ever seen.
"Are you ticklish?" He asked.
"Sometimes," she whispered. She didn't want Carol to hear anything she said.
"I'm going to get a diet coke," Carol said as she moved to the door. "Let me back in when I return."
"Don't open the door!" Mary cried out as she lifted and turned her body to look out. Luckily no one was walking by. She suddenly realized her bare breast had risen up off the table. "Oh," she said as she dropped back down.
"Haven't you ever had a massage before?" Joel asked as he lathered up his fingers.
"Yes, but not by a man. Especially a white man."
"When you close your eyes we are both the same color," he whispered.
"Yes, that's true but I'm sure you won't be closing your eyes," she giggled.
"You're right about that," Joel smiled. His fingers took a hold of her right foot and started a slow sensual caressing motion. As he stood at the base of the table he could see pretty far up under the towel but her thighs were closed tightly. "So why are you so tense?"
His soft fingers felt so good touching her foot and toes "That feels so good."
Joel moved to the other foot and when he lifted it he slightly pushed her leg out to the side to see if she would open her legs.
At first Mary thought he was just rolling her foot until she felt the damp skin on her thighs pulling apart. "Shit," she thought as she quickly clamped her legs back together. "I'm not that easy," she thought.
Joel grinned and continued to massage her feet and then move up to her smooth brown calves. Her muscles were tense at first but relaxed when she realized he was not going to pull her legs apart again. As his fingertips moved over the back of her knees she giggled. "I'm ticklish there."
"Really," he grinned just before he started tickling her behind both knees. His plan worked because she started twisting her body while laughing until her legs opened enough for him to see the pink folds of her pussy under the towel. She was dripping wet.
He stopped tickling and her legs clamped back together. "You never told me why you are so tense."
"Don't you look at the news?" She whispered. His fingers were now inching up to the bottom of the towel.
"Sure. Why?"
"My whole name is Mary Jackson," she answered.
Joel's fingers froze. "Action Jackson's wife."
"Now you know," Mary said. Just thinking about Allan caused her body to tense up again.
"He's a fool," Joel said. "You're a beautiful woman." His fingers pushed up the towel as his fingers gently massaged the lower backs of her thighs.
His touch and seductive words loosen her resistance. As his fingers pushed down between her legs she slightly opened them. His fingers were now only about six inches below her moist slit and heading north.
Joel knew Carol would stay out until he opened the door because they had planned it when they talked behind the shelf. He also knew that Mary was very nervous and he had to take his time. He could feel the slight tremble in her thigh muscles as he got closer and closer to her chocolate love nest.
"Does that feel good?" he asked as his moving hands pushed the towel up over the bottom of her sweet ass cheeks. If she was going to complain she would reach back and push down the towel but she didn't move.
"Yesss," She moaned. Her hips rose slightly to give him better access to her wanton pussy.
Neither of them said anything when he folded the towel up until her whole ass was now exposed to his eyes. Silence from her meant he could now go for it. His left hand moved up over her round buttock while his right hand remained between her thighs making small circles as it approached her swollen lips.
Mary's eyes were closed tightly until his finger finally pushed against the side of her pussy lip. The eyes opened and she took a deep breath as she waited for him to push inside but he only teased up and down the space of skin between her thigh and her womanhood.
"If you join the club I'll work with you to tighten this up," Joel whispered. His fingers were now squeezing and releasing her soft ass cheek while the other hand moved all around her raised pussy without going in. He twisted his fingers through the trimmed back bush as he continued to massage her buttock.
Mary's body was now begging for his fingers to evade her pussy. Her hips rose higher and legs spread wider. "Please," she whispered.
Joel moved his body up to her side to get a better angle as he slowly pushed his fingertip over her outer fold and into her hot softness. He saw her hand grasping the side of the table as he pushed his hard bulge against the back of her hand. He wondered if she would touch him.
Mary's mind was on overload. His finger was now exploring up and down her slit while his hard penis pushed against her hand. She surprised him when she quickly turned onto her back. His finger pulled out of her pussy but she quickly grabbed it and pushed it back between her opened thighs. She knew he could see her opened gash but didn't care. "I'm so hot."
Joel looked down at the wonderful caramel breasts and hard dark nipples as the towel fell to the floor. She was pushing his middle finger into her dark hole with one hand as the other one fumbled up under his loose shorts until it curled around his hard-on. "Kiss me," she begged.
Mary was shocked at the size of his penis. White men were not supposed to have big cocks. His mouth and lips did feel so different and he was so patient and not rushing as his fingers teased over her hooded clit. Her tongue slashed into his mouth and throat. She was not doing this because her husband had cheated on her anymore. She was doing it because she wanted to devour his white hunk. He knew what buttons to push and he was now pushing them all. Her hand moved to her mouth to hold back the scream as she climaxed. "OHHHHHH!"
Joel moved his mouth away to let her cry out and breath. Suddenly she pulled out his long pink penis and started stroking it up and down.
Mary remembered that Allan had said Amy only gave him a blowjob. She grinned as she turned her body until the huge tip moved between her large soft lips. "Fuck you Allan," she thought as she put all she had in getting him off. Normally she did not swallow but now was not a normal time. She heard him groan and knew his hot white juices would soon be drowning her mouth.
NBA Wife
Mary Jackson pushed the full shopping cart through the narrow aisles in the Super Wal-Mart Food department. As normal she was wearing dark sunglasses so other shoppers would not recognize her and stop to talk. She never thought being a wife of an all-star NBA basketball player would really mean that much to the fans but evidently it did. Her husband Allan or "Action" like the fans called him was the star player of the Baltimore Stars.
"Is that her?" Mary over heard a woman ask her friend who were standing ahead of her in the checkout line. Mary turned to look at the woman and noticed she was reading one of the tabloid newspapers.
"Yes, it is," a short woman next to the first one said. "That poor woman."
"Poor woman," Mary repeated. "What the hell was she talking about?" She noticed the women whispering as they continued to read the tabloid. Finally they checked out and Mary reached down to pick up the magazine they were looking at. On the front page was a picture of her husband coming out of a motel room with a cute blonde girl under his arm. The heading said, "Action Jackson gets some action". Mary read the first paragraph in disbelief. It said her husband was seen going into a motel room and coming out an hour later with an eighteen year-old college girl.
"Ma'am, please move up," the young bubble-blowing cashier snapped back to her. Mary turned and growled at her. She put the tabloid on top of her groceries and quickly paid for them. Ten minutes later she sat in the car and read the rest of the story. When she opened to page two she gasped because her and their son Jacob's picture was on the page. The caption was "WHY WOULD ACTION JACKSON CHEAT ON HIS WIFE?"
Mary started the car and was putting in gear when her cell phone rang. She looked at her husband's name on the caller ID. She picked it up and without saying hello said, "That article had better be a lie!"
"Mary I can explain," Allan said softly. "Calm down."
"I'm listening," Mary gritted through her teeth.
"It…….I mean……….the story was….not all……….truthful."
"Not All? You mean some of it was truthful? Like the part that you and some blonde white girl was in a motel room for over an hour?"
"She……….she was….a reporter and I gave her an interview."
"How big of an interview did you give her honey? You better come home as fast as you can or the locks will be changed."
"I can't come home today. We have a game tonight against Dallas."
Mary hung up the phone.
"Fuck man," Allan said when he heard the click. He turned and looked at Gene Stormin' Norman. "My wife saw that article. I'm fucked."
"Let her cool down for a while and send her some flowers. It works with my wife," Gene grinned.
"Carol knows you screw around on the road?"
"She hasn't come out and said it but I know she knows."
"And she doesn't care?"
"I'm sure she does but she signed that pre-nup and is probably afraid she won't get anything if we divorce. It says for any reason. I've also bought her a new convertible and have allowed her to join an exclusive health spa."
Later that night the Stars lost to Dallas by thirty points. Action had his worse game as a pro and was tossed out of the game for punching another player. As soon as the game was over he took a late plane to Washington, D.C and pulled into his driveway at 2:00AM. He tried to unlock the front door but his key wouldn't work. "How did she get a locksmith so fast?" He wondered. He moved to the unlocked window at the side of the garage and pushed it up.
Mary had almost fallen asleep when she heard someone downstairs. She moved out of bed and grabbed the baseball bat she kept near the bed. She saw the kitchen light on and knew her husband had somehow gotten into the house.
Allan pulled out a cold dish of potato salad and was eating it when he noticed someone standing behind him. He jerked back holding his hand up when he saw his wife holding a baseball bat. "Put that down."
"Why should I?" Mary said with a look that could bend a nail. "Talk."
"I'm not talking to you holding a baseball bat," he said. He had never seen her so angry.
"Tell me the truth. NO LIES! If you lie to me we are finished." She put down the bat and sat across from him.
Allan could see that she had been crying. "God Mary, I've been so good staying away from women on the road. They throw themselves at the NBA players and a lot; I mean most, of the players sleep with them. This one girl has been following me from town to town. She's a reporter for the National Sports Gazette. We had just won a big overtime game in Houston and we were sitting in the bar celebrating when she showed up." He stopped and took a drink of Coke.
"Things got out of hand. The guys knew that I had not messed around and one of them got the bartender to double up the shots in my drinks. I knew I needed to get out of there and when I went to the restroom I didn't go back. When I entered the elevator she jumped in with me." He had rehearsed this story all the way back from Dallas.
"Amy Tolliver," Mary said remembering the name in the tabloid.
"Yes."
"That's when she came on to me. I was barely able to stand so she hugged me into her to keep me up. We……….we….kissed." He stopped to look at her. "I'm so sorry."
"Go on," Mary said trying not to blow up.
"She walked me to my room and when I opened the door she followed me in. At first we just sat on the bed and talked about the game that night. Then out of the blue she looked at me and asked me if I wanted a blow job."
"Of course you said yes," Mary injected with fire in her eyes.
"I didn't say anything but I didn't stop her either when she pushed me onto my back and unzipped me. Then she did it. That's all that happened."
"You didn't fuck her?"
"I swear to God no. I think I was set up because the photographer was waiting outside my door when I walked her out. He ran away before I could get to his camera. I was hoping it wouldn't show up but the Trash tabloid must have purchased it from him. She's not eighteen. She's twenty-two."
"At least it wasn't a teenager," Mary said as she stood calmly and took her bat back up the stairs. "You can sleep in the spare bedroom."
Allan sat without finishing his food. At least she had not kicked him out of the house. He had to get to Amy before his wife had a talk with her. If Mary found out he had been fucking this young white girl for the past month he was dead.
Amy Tolliver sat in the chief editor's office waiting for word if she still had a job or not. He had been pleased with her recent articles about the NBA player's life on the road but now that she had been named and pictured as one of the groupies she knew she was in trouble.
Finally the adjoining door to the executive conference room opened and her 50 year-old boss walked into his private office and closed the door. Jack Wilson moved to the black leather sofa and sat down. "Amy come here and let's talk."
Amy pushed down her short skirt and nervously walked over to him. "Do I still have a job?" She sat down next to him.
"Maybe. But first you have to tell me everything that took place with Action Jackson that night." Jack said firmly. He could see the young woman was very nervous.
"Everything?" She repeated.
"Everything."
"You assigned me to follow the NBA Stars and I did. I quickly discovered how many of the players slept around on the road and how free and easy the women were. A few of the players came onto me but I pushed them away. The one player who did not sleep around was Allan Jackson."
"So you decided to take care of that," Jack grinned. His eyes roamed down to the young woman's tan thighs.
"No that's not the way it happened. One night I saw him sitting alone at the hotel bar and asked if I could sit next to him. The other players had already taken their night entertainment to their rooms and I thought I could get to know him better." Amy noticed him glancing down at her legs and it gave her an uneasy feeling. She again pulled down her skirt.
"And that was it for the next few weeks. We would meet at the bar and just talk. At the time I was engaged and he knew it and never made an advance towards me. He talked constantly about his wife and son. About a month ago my fiancée and I broke up. He said I was traveling too much and had to quit my job. Do you have anything to drink?"
Jack smiled and moved to the small refrigerator behind his desk. He pulled out a diet coke and offered it. She smiled and nodded her head yes.
She took a sip and continued. "So I told him it was my job and I was not going to give it up. So we broke up. I was pretty shook up by it and when I talked to Allan I started crying. He hugged me to him to help me. My hand accidentally touched his……….penis and I knew I should have taken my hand away but I didn't."
Jack sat closer. The story was getting to the good stuff. "Go on. Tell me everything."
Amy tried to move away but she was at the end of the sofa. "Then he asked me to go to his room and I went. That's when we….we did it."
"Go back and tell me everything," Jack whispered as his hand dropped from the sofa behind her to gently pull on her long blonde hair. "How long did you touch his cock in the bar?"
Amy felt him touching her hair and when he used the word "cock" she knew he wanted more than just find out what happened. "I think I should leave." She peeked down at his large bulge forming in the crotch of his trousers. As she tried to move off the sofa his large hand pulled her back against the soft cushion.
"If I don't hear the whole story I'll have to let you go," he whispered while keeping his hand on her shoulder. "How long did you touch his cock?"
Amy knew she was trapped. If she lost this job she would be blackballed in the sports news business and if she left and reported him it would be her word against his. "For only a minute or so," she said nervously.
"Does he have a big cock?" He whispered as his lips moved closer to her ear.
"Mr. Wilson, please don't…."
"I've got a big cock. Why don't you touch mine like you did his?" Jack quickly took her trembling hand and pulled it onto his lap.
Amy tried to pull her hand away but he was too strong. She felt his hot penis under her hand and realized it was the biggest one she had ever touched. "We can't do this."
"Sure you can. Let me take it out for you," he whispered.
Jack pulled back on her shoulder while he unzipped his slacks and reached into his boxers to find his huge pink rod. He pulled it out and looked to see her eyes closed. He grinned and again brought her sweaty hand to his hard-on. But this time it was flesh against flesh. "Touch it."
Amy thought that maybe if she jerked him off it would be enough for her to escape and collect her thoughts. Her fingers started moving slowly up and back down to the base. He was a lot longer and thicker than both her ex-fiancée and Allan. Her eyes opened wide when his hand moved down off her shoulder until it cupped her breast. Things were going too fast.
"Just let me finish you," she whispered. His fingers had found the hard nipple pressing out her clothing and were toying with it.
"Finish the story," Jack whispered as his lips pressed lightly against her tender earlobe.
"That's it. We went to his room and did it," she moaned. His fingers on her nipple were causing some serious heat problems down below.
"Take off your clothes and show me," Jack said as he grabbed the bottom of her loose blouse and pulled upward. It moved over her skimpy semi-cup bra before she could stop him. The blouse now covered her head which blocked her vision and captured her arms above her head.
"OH GOD, PLEASE DON'T REMOVE MY BLOUSE," she said loudly. She knew he could now see most of her pink breasts and possibly her darker pink nips.
Jack's eyes got bigger when he saw how big she really was. She had been hiding her chest size under loose tops. "Lovely," he said as he lowered his lips to a cherry tip that had popped out from under the white lace cup.
"Mr. Wilson stop," she said softly. Suddenly she felt his fingers release the front bra clasp and gasped when the bra fell from her naked orbs.
"Did Action suck your nipples?" Jack asked. His tongue made small circles around the hard bud.
"Yes," she moaned. Her body had forsaken her. God it felt so good.
Jack took his time tasting the small round nips. He moved back from her and pulled her body until she was lying on her back with the blouse still over her head. Her pink boobs were his to do as he pleased. His fingers released the button on her skirt and pulled down the small zipper. She lifted her hips without him asking her to until the skirt left her body. Jack sat back and admired the body he had peeked at for the past year.
"What….what are you going….to do…do….to me?" She stuttered. Her legs were still clamped tightly together which prevented him from seeing the huge damp spot on the crotch of her matching white lace bikini panties.
"The same thing Action Jackson did to you dear. I'm going to fuck you," he chuckled. His fingers pulled down on the elastic waistband until the top of her golden bush popped out at him. She did not lift her hips.
"Mr. Wilson we…..you….can't do this," she said as she tried to remove her hands and arms from the blouse. Suddenly his fingers jerked down on the panties until she heard the ripping sound. "OH GOD!" She cried when his strength tore the panties in half. Her damp pussy lips were now open to his eyes. He pushed apart her thighs and moved his body up onto her until the tip of his hard-on pressed against her dampness.
"Please don't Ra*e me," she begged. Somehow she finally got the blouse off and looked into his eyes.
"Oh, I'm not going to Ra*e you," he grinned. "I want you to rub my prick all over your pussy."
Amy knew it would be enough for her to give in. "Let me give you a blow job."
"Maybe later," he grinned. Jack grabbed her hand and pressed it between their stomachs until she touched his hard shaft. "Rub it."
Amy thought that maybe if she rubbed and squeezed it he would come before entering her. Her fingers curled around him and slowly pulled his penis up and down her moist lips.
"Is Action as big as I am?" Jack whispered. He could hear her breathing deeper and more rapidly.
"No, God no," she moaned. As the tip passed over her opened hole Jack pushed downward slightly. The tip wedged into the opening.
"You monster!" Her legs opened wider to let him in.
He grinned because he knew she wanted it so badly now. "Tell me to fuck you."
"Ohhh," she moaned. She had to have it. "Yes please do it."
"Tell me to fuck you," he repeated. Another inch pushed inside.
Amy's mouth reached up and bit down hard on his earlobe. With clinched teeth she said, "FUCK ME DAMMIT!"
Luckily most of the employees were at lunch because anyone walking by Jack Wilson's office would have heard the flesh slapping together and Amy's cries of joy as his massive rod pounded in and out of her. She thought of Allan and how excited she was having a well-built athlete fucking her but this was different. It was unplanned uncontrolled fucking. Her teeth bit down on his ear again until she tasted blood.
"OUCH!" Jack cried out. He stopped his fucking motion and looked down into her smiling face. "What have I done?"
"You wanted to fuck me so DO IT!" She giggled as her hands grabbed around to his ass cheeks. Her long fingernails dug deeply into his rear flesh as she pulled him back down inside of her.
Jack did as she commanded. Her lips found his mouth and her tongue dashed inside. They were now connected in two places. Her tongue fucked his mouth with the same motion of his prick into her pussy. Both were drenched with sweat when Jack climaxed. "OH SHIT!"
Amy didn't scream when she came. All she did was laugh. "Ha, ha, ha…..ha, ha, ha, ha…………………NOW!"
An hour after Amy left his office he held up the torn panties to Ted Higgins the man who had took the photo of Amy and Action coming out of the hotel room. "Here's the $4,000 bonus I promised. I told you that you would get a good picture if you waited long enough."
Mary Jackson left the house the next morning to take her son to his Day Care. In the parking lot she called another wife of a player on the team, Carol Norman. Mary had heard rumors that her husband Gene had quite a few different women on the road. "Hello Carol this is Mary Jackson."
"Hi, I was just thinking about you," Carol said. "I'm sorry about the story that just came out. I just saw it on ESPN."
"ESPN!" Mary said loudly. "Now the whole world knows about it. Even Bill Clinton's oral sex story was not as big as this one."
"Oral sex! Is that what Allan told you?" Carol laughed.
"Yes, he said she came onto him and that he had too many drinks. It was her who pushed him back and gave him oral sex."
Carol started laughing and couldn't stop. "These men are so full of shit. Do you think he would go into a motel room with that cute little white ass and only receive a blowjob?" She started laughing again.
Mary waited until she stopped laughing. "Do you have a few minutes to talk?"
"Not really," Carol replied. "I'm on my way to the gym……unless you want to meet me there?"
"Sure, I don't want to go home right now because I'll probably kill Allan. Where is your gym?" Mary wrote down the address and headed a few streets over. She got there before Carol and was amazed at the place. It wasn't a gym. It was a palace. As she exited her car Carol pulled next to her.
"You like?" Carol grinned.
"Gym………you call that a gym?" Mary said still gawking at the place.
Mary followed her to the front desk. "This is Mary Jackson and she will be my guest today." Carol turned and looked at Mary. "You are probably a size eight right?"
"Seven," Mary answered.
"Good you can fit into my outfits. Follow me to the locker room."
"I don't really need to work out," Mary said. "I was just hoping to talk a little."
"Actually you DO need to work out because you are overly stressed and need to burn some energy." They walked through some doors and into a huge open area. Large lockers surrounded the room that had soft chairs, music playing and a large screen TV in the corner.
"This is some locker room," Mary grinned.
"This is one of my quirks for having a husband who cheats on me," Carol said without any emotion.
"You know he does it for sure?"
"Sure, I've even had the women call him at our house. I don't know how they get our number."
"It………..it doesn't bother you?"
"Hell yes it bothers me but unless I want to go back to the middle class suburbs I have to live with it."
"Sorry but a gym membership wouldn't cover my payback," Mary said as she watched Carol removed her blouse and Capri pants. The black woman looked great with no visible signs of fat anywhere except maybe in her hips.
"Do you know how hard it is for a black woman to reduce the size of her ass?" Carol asked as she turned and poised before Mary.
Mary blushed. "How did you first find out that Gene was cheating?"
"You know I don't even call it cheating anymore," Carol said as she reached down into her large locker and pulled out a black body suit. She tossed it to Mary. "Put that on."
"I can't fit into this," Mary laughed. She held it up and thought it was for a child.
"It stretches," Carol laughed.
"Do you know how long it's been since I've worked out?" Mary laughed. She was on the track team in college but had not done much physical activity since her son was born.
Carol casually removed her bra and panties and stood naked in front of Mary as she disrobed. Mary peeked at her firm breasts with two Hershey Kiss nipples affixed at the ends and the flats stomach and nearly bald vagina between her thighs. "I wished I looked half as good as you," Mary remarked. Her blouse and shorts fell onto the carpeted floor. She started to step into the tiny leotard until Carol stopped her.
"You have to remove your underwear," Carol laughed.
"Without underwear I might as well be naked," Mary gasped. "This thing will be so tight you'll be able to see my skin pores and all of my fat."
"Did I forget to tell you it's a female only place and I've reserved a private workout area?" Carol grinned. She wasn't totally truthful about it but didn't want to break the news just yet.
"Can I wear a robe?" Mary asked as she released her bra and pushed down her panties. "Thank God I had my pubic mound trimmed," Mary thought. She saw Carol's eyes looked at her body.
"God I wish I had breasts like those," Carol grinned. "Are they real?"
"Yes," Mary blushed. "They got a lot bigger after my child and never really shrunk." She turned around to face away from Carol to put on the leotard. Suddenly she felt Carol's fingers squeezing her buttock. She turned quickly and jumped back.
"You do need to lose some of that," Carol grinned. "Except most men like a good bootie."
Mary stood back as she put on the body suit. She looked at her reflection in the large mirror and gasped. The black suit made her look naked. "Are you sure all the members are just women?"
"Yes, come on because my trainer will probably be waiting for us," Carol smiled. She walked ahead and heard Mary running trying to keep up.
Mary saw some members glance her way as they walked through the large workout room. She hoped none of them recognized her and thought she got away until she looked at the TV screen above the tread mills and saw both her face and the face of the young white woman side by side. Mary covered her face and followed Carol into a small room down a short hallway. Inside the room were various workout equipment, mats and a massage table.
"God, how much does it cost to rent a room like this for an hour?"
Carol laughed. "The room, the trainer, and the massage costs about $1000 per two hours."
"And Gene pays for it."
"He gets his pussy on the road and I get what I want at home," she smiled. "Let's do some stretches before the trainer gets here." Carol dropped down onto the mat and opened her legs wide while she reached to touch her toes. The tight leotard pulled dangerously up into her swollen pussy lips.
Mary moved across from Carol and copied her actions. She felt the tight body suit pull down into her ass crack as she stretched one way and then the other. "I can't believe that just this makes you feel like you are getting even with Gene's cheating."
"Oh, there's more," Carol grinned when she saw the door opening. "And here it comes right now."
Mary turned expecting to see a woman trainer coming through the door however it was not a woman. It was a handsome blonde man wearing a skin tight shirt and loose cotton shorts. "OH GOD!" She yelled as she quickly turned her body to prevent him seeing her almost bare chocolate ass. She glared at Carol.
"I said there were only women members. Joel works here."
"Hi Carol," the man said as he dropped to his knees next to Mary. "Who is your friend?"
If Mary could run and hide somewhere she would have. "I'm Mary and I'm very pissed at my FRIEND!" She growled. Her hands were making a valiant effort to hide as much of her full breasts and lower stomach as much as possible.
"I invited Mary to join us today," Carol grinned. When Joel stood up Carol moved into his arms for a tight hug. Her eyes glanced over at Mary and winked.
"So this is how Carol gets her payback," Mary thought as she watched Carol's thigh push forward into the young man's crotch. Joel pushed his leg back into Carol.
"What would you ladies like to work on today?" Joel said as his body broke free from Carol's clutches.
"Don't you first have to measure Mary's body?" Carol smiled.
"She's right," Joel said as he walked over to a small shelf and pulled down a measuring tape. "I need to do a measurement of all parts of your body."
"No, that's OK," Mary said. "I'm just here for today." She again glared at Carol.
"I don't have any choice," Joel said. "My manager requires it. You don't want me to lose my job do you?"
"Come on," Carol said as she grabbed Mary's arm and pulled her up. Mary took a deep breath and stood before him. She felt completely naked.
"You're very beautiful," Joel smiled.
"She wants to lose some inches back here," Carol giggled as her fingers once again pinched Mary's bare cheeks.
"Carol!" Mary cried out. She turned to push Carol's fingers away and realized Joel could now see her bare ass cheeks. "OH," she exclaimed as she turned back around and crossed her arm over her hard nipples.
"The first thing you need to do is relax," Joel grinned. "Don't feel embarrassed to show your body around me. This is a woman spa and I'm a professional trainer and masseuse." Joel took her wrist and pulled them from her chest. "Hold your hands up over your head."
Mary slowly did what he said knowing her nipples were as hard as she could ever remember. Joel took the long tape and reached around her back. His wrist brushed against her side and she jumped. "Relax," he said again.
Mary had not ever been this close to a white man especially one so handsome and blonde. She thought about Allan being in the hotel room with that blonde girl Amy and relaxed. As his fingers pulled the tape around and across her full breasts her big brown eyes look up into his blue ones. The tape pushed gently on her raised nipples causing her eyes to close again in pleasure.
Joel looked at the tape reading. "What size bra do you wear?"
Mary gulped. "38DD," she replied proudly.
"I got 38 but I can't measure the DD part." He said smiling.
"There's one way to measure it," Carol giggled. She reached up and under Mary's arms until her tiny hands cupped the huge knockers. "Yep, definitely DD."
"Carol," Mary said blushing. She pulled the woman's fingers downward not knowing Carol had a hold on the top of her leotard. The black fabric pulled downward until Mary's right breast popped outward. "OH GOD!" She tried to grab the cloth from Carols' fingers but couldn't. "Don't Look!"
But it was too late. Joel had seen the largest firmest caramel breast he had ever seen. Her big round dark brown areola stuck out at least an inch.
With a burst of energy Mary pulled her suit from Carol's fingers and refitted it over her bare breast. "You do anything like that again and I'm going to do the same to you."
"Joel wouldn't mind would you Joel?" Carol whispered as she moved into his stout frame. Her fingers started at his waist line and moved slowly down towards the bulge that had been forming.
"You are going to get me fired," Joel laughed as he jerked Carol's fingers away. "Let me show you some exercises to get rid of some inches back there."
Mary and Carol stood over him as he moved down on his back on the mat. With his feet under his thighs he lifted his hips until his obvious hard-on pressed up into the air. "Keep your hands on the mat when you do it."
"Do it again," Carol giggled.
Mary knew her pussy juices were flowing freely now and was glad the leotard was black so he couldn't see the damp spot very easily. She, like Carol, was imagining his body under hers with his big hard ivory penis pushing up into her hot quim.
"Now you two do it," Joel grinned as he stood and watched them move onto their backs. His eyes remained on Mary since he had seen pretty much all of Carol already. He grinned when she kept her knees together while raising her hips upward. Joel dropped to his knees at her feet and placed his hands on her knees. "Open them so you can get better balance." His fingers pushed outward but she stopped him. If she opened her legs her secret would be out. She again thought of Amy and slowly let him push open her knees. She saw his eyes looking directly downward at the thin covering over her dripping pussy lips. The thin black strap moved up between her ass cheeks and into the bottom of her swollen pussy lips.
"Like this?" she grinned as her legs opened wider. The black cloth barely covered the damp folds and curly bump of black pubic hairs. So far this white hunk had seen her bare breast, bare buttocks and now the shape of her pubic mound.
"Yes, now keep doing that and I'll be right back," Joel said. The women turned and watched his ass as he walked to the door.
"Are you fucking him?" Mary whispered.
"Don't ever ask me questions like that and I won't you," Carol grinned. "But I will tell you a little secret. He makes the cutest face when he cums."
"How is it?" Mary asked. Her body was on fire.
"You've never been with a white man before?"
"No," Mary replied. "Never even kissed one on the lips before."
"Different," Carol grinned. "I can only speak for one of them however that one is very good in bed."
"He looks big…..I mean his…."
"Penis," Carol finished her nasty thought. "That honey you need to find out for yourself."
"Oh no, I could never cheat…," she started saying before realizing her husband had just cheated on her and the whole world now knew it.
Carol laughed. "Things are different now aren't they?
"How would I know he was even interested in me?" Mary asked. It had been over seven years since she had even dated another man.
"Shit girl. Didn't you see that swollen package in his shorts? That wasn't from me honey."
"What if Gene finds out? You know he will be really pissed even though we all know he cheats on you?"
"I've pocketed away some funds to keep me going if he kicks me out of the house. Besides in California pre-nups aren't as solid as many people think. Those only cover money he had before we were married. Shit, he wasn't even making a million dollars a year in those days."
The door opened and Joel walked back in. "You ladies were supposed to keep doing the hip lifts."
"We did but we want to do something else," Carol whined with a smile.
"Good then get on the elliptical machine and Mary you try the stair climber machine."
Carol groaned and jumped on the elliptical machine while Joel led Mary to the stair climber. "This is just a series of steps that keep rotating. Stand on the steps and I'll start it slowly." Mary moved up onto the steps and knew his face was just below her nearly nude butt. When she started stepping he would be able to look up under her ass at her pussy mound. "I'm ready."
Joel watched her hold onto the rails and then reached around her to press the correct buttons. His wrist pushed against the softness of her right breast but she didn't pull away. Suddenly the stairs started moving and Mary wasn't prepared. Her body fell backwards onto his. Joel wrapped his arms around her waist and they both fell onto the mat with their bodies facing upward.
"Oh, are you alright?" Mary gasped as she tried to move off of him but his hands held her tight, so tight that she felt his hard expression of passion pushing against her soft ass. Her hands tried to release his hands but she lost the strength when his lips pressed against the small hairs on the back of her neck.
"Hey you two break it up!" Carol yelled. She had planned on taking Joel to his apartment after the workout and the way things were going with Mary she might miss out. "I'm paying for these two hours you know."
Mary felt his fingers release her and rolled off onto the mat. She got up on all fours and looked over into his blue eyes. "Let's try it again."
Mary got onto the machine and could feel his eyes on her ass and her thinly covered mound. After about ten minutes she was huffing and puffing because she was tired but also because she was excited. She pushed the big STOP button and climbed down. "That's all I can do today." She looked behind her and saw Joel and Carol behind a large shelf unit. They must have heard her because Carol moved out first with a big grin on her face and Joel followed. "Time for our massages," Carol giggled.
"I…uh…don't need…a massage," Mary said nervously.
"Uh, you need one more than me," Carol laughed. "You go first."
Mary looked over at the massage table and Joel getting some bottles off the shelf. He held up a large white towel. "Take off your body suit and cover yourself with this. I'll look away."
"No way I'm striping naked in here," Mary said forcing a smile. "Someone might come in the door."
"I locked it," Joel grinned.
Mary turned for Carol's help but the other women just grinned and held up both hands with her palms pointing upward.
"Don't look," Mary whispered as she pulled the shoulder straps off her shoulders and down her arms. When her breasts popped out she quickly pushed the skimpy covering down off her stomach, thighs and legs. She grabbed the towel and jumped up on the table facing upward. She quickly covered her breasts and lower body to the middle of her thighs. "OK."
Joel turned and saw the very stiff woman. "Relax. It's better if I do the back first. I'll hold up the towel while you turn over. I won't be able to see you."
Mary took a big breath as Joel held up the towel and quickly turned onto her front.
"He peeked!" Carol yelled while laughing.
"Did you?" Mary asked as she felt the towel fall onto her lower back and thighs.
"Of course not," Joel lied. His eyes took a mental picture of the nicest roundest ass he had ever seen.
"Are you ticklish?" He asked.
"Sometimes," she whispered. She didn't want Carol to hear anything she said.
"I'm going to get a diet coke," Carol said as she moved to the door. "Let me back in when I return."
"Don't open the door!" Mary cried out as she lifted and turned her body to look out. Luckily no one was walking by. She suddenly realized her bare breast had risen up off the table. "Oh," she said as she dropped back down.
"Haven't you ever had a massage before?" Joel asked as he lathered up his fingers.
"Yes, but not by a man. Especially a white man."
"When you close your eyes we are both the same color," he whispered.
"Yes, that's true but I'm sure you won't be closing your eyes," she giggled.
"You're right about that," Joel smiled. His fingers took a hold of her right foot and started a slow sensual caressing motion. As he stood at the base of the table he could see pretty far up under the towel but her thighs were closed tightly. "So why are you so tense?"
His soft fingers felt so good touching her foot and toes "That feels so good."
Joel moved to the other foot and when he lifted it he slightly pushed her leg out to the side to see if she would open her legs.
At first Mary thought he was just rolling her foot until she felt the damp skin on her thighs pulling apart. "Shit," she thought as she quickly clamped her legs back together. "I'm not that easy," she thought.
Joel grinned and continued to massage her feet and then move up to her smooth brown calves. Her muscles were tense at first but relaxed when she realized he was not going to pull her legs apart again. As his fingertips moved over the back of her knees she giggled. "I'm ticklish there."
"Really," he grinned just before he started tickling her behind both knees. His plan worked because she started twisting her body while laughing until her legs opened enough for him to see the pink folds of her pussy under the towel. She was dripping wet.
He stopped tickling and her legs clamped back together. "You never told me why you are so tense."
"Don't you look at the news?" She whispered. His fingers were now inching up to the bottom of the towel.
"Sure. Why?"
"My whole name is Mary Jackson," she answered.
Joel's fingers froze. "Action Jackson's wife."
"Now you know," Mary said. Just thinking about Allan caused her body to tense up again.
"He's a fool," Joel said. "You're a beautiful woman." His fingers pushed up the towel as his fingers gently massaged the lower backs of her thighs.
His touch and seductive words loosen her resistance. As his fingers pushed down between her legs she slightly opened them. His fingers were now only about six inches below her moist slit and heading north.
Joel knew Carol would stay out until he opened the door because they had planned it when they talked behind the shelf. He also knew that Mary was very nervous and he had to take his time. He could feel the slight tremble in her thigh muscles as he got closer and closer to her chocolate love nest.
"Does that feel good?" he asked as his moving hands pushed the towel up over the bottom of her sweet ass cheeks. If she was going to complain she would reach back and push down the towel but she didn't move.
"Yesss," She moaned. Her hips rose slightly to give him better access to her wanton pussy.
Neither of them said anything when he folded the towel up until her whole ass was now exposed to his eyes. Silence from her meant he could now go for it. His left hand moved up over her round buttock while his right hand remained between her thighs making small circles as it approached her swollen lips.
Mary's eyes were closed tightly until his finger finally pushed against the side of her pussy lip. The eyes opened and she took a deep breath as she waited for him to push inside but he only teased up and down the space of skin between her thigh and her womanhood.
"If you join the club I'll work with you to tighten this up," Joel whispered. His fingers were now squeezing and releasing her soft ass cheek while the other hand moved all around her raised pussy without going in. He twisted his fingers through the trimmed back bush as he continued to massage her buttock.
Mary's body was now begging for his fingers to evade her pussy. Her hips rose higher and legs spread wider. "Please," she whispered.
Joel moved his body up to her side to get a better angle as he slowly pushed his fingertip over her outer fold and into her hot softness. He saw her hand grasping the side of the table as he pushed his hard bulge against the back of her hand. He wondered if she would touch him.
Mary's mind was on overload. His finger was now exploring up and down her slit while his hard penis pushed against her hand. She surprised him when she quickly turned onto her back. His finger pulled out of her pussy but she quickly grabbed it and pushed it back between her opened thighs. She knew he could see her opened gash but didn't care. "I'm so hot."
Joel looked down at the wonderful caramel breasts and hard dark nipples as the towel fell to the floor. She was pushing his middle finger into her dark hole with one hand as the other one fumbled up under his loose shorts until it curled around his hard-on. "Kiss me," she begged.
Mary was shocked at the size of his penis. White men were not supposed to have big cocks. His mouth and lips did feel so different and he was so patient and not rushing as his fingers teased over her hooded clit. Her tongue slashed into his mouth and throat. She was not doing this because her husband had cheated on her anymore. She was doing it because she wanted to devour his white hunk. He knew what buttons to push and he was now pushing them all. Her hand moved to her mouth to hold back the scream as she climaxed. "OHHHHHH!"
Joel moved his mouth away to let her cry out and breath. Suddenly she pulled out his long pink penis and started stroking it up and down.
Mary remembered that Allan had said Amy only gave him a blowjob. She grinned as she turned her body until the huge tip moved between her large soft lips. "Fuck you Allan," she thought as she put all she had in getting him off. Normally she did not swallow but now was not a normal time. She heard him groan and knew his hot white juices would soon be drowning her mouth.
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