Chapter 2

Donna and Fred were in their bedroom. She was looking through the dresser for something to wear. She turned and said to her husband, "Fred, I think you really overstepped yourself when you agreed to this invitation. I have no intention of staying very long over at Pam and Keith's. Just the very idea of sitting in the presence of a negro is one of the more downgrading things I've had to do in my life."

"Oh honey!" he replied. "This is the 1990's-not the Deep South of the 1950's anymore. When are you going to wake up?"

"What do you mean?"

"So what if she's married to a black man? That's her choice to make, isn't it? It takes two to tango, and it's obvious that he's not holding her in bondage to marriage. Let them be."

"Oh Fred!" she exclaimed. "Can't you see that it isn't decent for a white woman to marry someone of a different race. The races shouldn't be mixed. Especially black and white."

"Who are we to say what should be done? If they love each other, so what? I don't see anything wrong."

"My word! Aren't you aware that if our white ancestors had mixed the races our civilization would have gone down the tubes long ago?"

Fred chuckled. "Donna, it's too much for one person to worry about the outcome of civilization. Furthermore, I don't think that one mixed couple is about ready to spell the doom of us all."

She looked over and said, "I swear. You're too good to be true. Why couldn't I have married a regular Georgia good old boy?"

"Because you married me."

She turned back and looked in her dresser again. "What am I going to weat to this little get-together?"

"Wear a bathing suit, silly. It's a pool party. Isn't that what Pam said?"

"I can't very well wear a bathing suit when I'll be in the presence of a negro."

"Why not? You used to wear them at your father's country club when black waiters and waitresses would bring you mint juleps."

"That was different. It wasn't like this. We weren't meeting blacks on equal terms. They knew their place in the South."

He crossed the room and stood close to her. "When are you going to wake up and realize that this is a new age? The sooner you discard those silly little provincial beliefs the better off we will all be. You're too pretty to be prejudices. Now, just wear a bathing suit-the same as Pam is going to wear- and things will work out. All right?"

"I don't think I have anything except this skimpy bikini. And I haven't worn it for a couple of years. I may have to go out and buy something."

"That's asinine! Just wear the bikini you have. This is only a pool party being given by our neighbors, for crying out loud! What could they possibly gripe about?"

"They might not think highly of us," she said as she bit her lower lip.

"Oh really, Donna! They're going to see us in all kinds of situations and conditions that others aren't, simply because they happen to be neighbors. You don't need to go out and spend two hundred dollars on a swimsuit for a fifteen minute get-together."

"Very well. I suppose that you're right."

She retrieved her swimsuit and retired to the bathroom to put it on. Several minutes later she came back out, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and assessed herself. She called out to her husband, "Fred! This thing is a little bit too tight." She ran her hands along her firm little tummy and said, "I don't remember it being so revealing."

He looked over. Indeed, the suit was too tight. It had either shrunk a little bit, or she had put on a couple of pounds in just the right spots. Maybe it was because she had firmed up in those right spots. Whatever the case, it fit her like a surgical glove.

Her flawless white skin glowed. The suit accentuated her curves and made her look that much more appealing. And the bottom half seemed to cup her pussy.

He had always had an inkling to get between those magnificent thighs of hers and eat her out the way that he heard about in some porno magazines. But of course, Donna was too prim and proper to allow anything like that. He had tried several times, but had always been pushed away. But tonight, she really did look good enough to eat. He would love to set her in the middle of the dining room table, spread her thighs, and lap away.

He realized that if Keith got a good look at her, he would feel the same way. But then, hopefully his Pam would be wearing something equally as revealing.

Donna's nipples pressed hard against the material of the swimsuit. They looked like little fingers poking outward from her full and slightly uptilted breasts. Her tummy curved inward until right above the pubis, where it rounded outward slightly. And the bikini bottoms were just tight enough so that he could discern the slit of her pussy.

Mmmm. That's where he would like to stick his nose and lap away for hours.

"Do I look all right, honey? Is this okay?"

"Darling, you look absolutely great." He wanted to tell her that she looked scrumptious, but checked himself.

She turned to the side and said, "Oh, I don't know. This bikini looks a little bit too revealing. I mean, my god! My breasts look utterly exposed in this thing."

He saw what she was talking about. There wasn't a millimeter of space to spare in either cup. Her titties filled them completely. They weren't as large as Pam's, but they were real beauties nevertheless. To assuage her fears he said, "Aw, don't worry about it. You look fine. Underwear ads are more revealing."

This was partly true, but underwear wasn't as sexually tantalizing as swimsuits.

Donna bent over and grabbed her little tote bag.

In this position, Fred could see the outline of her firm womanly ass through the material of the swimsuit. Mmm. He'd love to corn-hole her. Just once. That's all he wanted. If she would only relinquish her Southern propriety, which so restricted his sexual fulfillment, their marriage would be wonderful.

Pam, on the other hand, seemed to have no sexual restrictions. That woman oozed sensuality. He hoped that she and Donna would become friends. Maybe they could start discussing sexual matters. Maybe then Donna would open up and be a little more experimental. After all, Pam was married to a black man, and it was rumored that once a white woman experienced black meat, she became a sexual tigress.

Fred was stimulated by the thought of Keith sliding his dark meat into Pam. Why was that image so exciting? What was it about interracial sex that caused his penis to twitch? Maybe it was because Donna was so hostile to the thought of mixing the races that he found the idea appealing.

He looked again at the lovely rear end of his wife. He fantasized what it would look like stuffed with a long, stiff, black cock. Perhaps the one which belonged to Keith.

Suddenly, he developed an erection. He couldn't believe it! The mental image of his wife having interracial sex with the black neighbor stirred his hormones to the boiling point.

He reached down between his legs and felt his crotch. It was ready for action. His hard-on was like steel.

Just then, Donna stood up, turned around, and saw what her husband was doing. "Oh Fred! Come now! Really! We don't have time for sex before the pool party.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you look very sexy in your bikini."

She was taken aback by his compliment. The ones he gave her were few and far between. She could only think to say, "Thank you."

"I thought that we might be able to have ourselves a quickie before we paid our neighbors a visit." He didn't tell her that he was thinking of sex during the pool party and that the idea of a wife-swap had titillated his organ.

She seemed to be genuinely touched by his offer. "I'm sorry, darling. Not now. She walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "Let's plan on it when we get back, okay?"

"Okay," he replied in agreement, wishing that it was Pam who was making the offer.

As his wife turned and stepped into the bathroom, he realized that she truly was a lovely looking woman. He enjoyed his marriage immensely-it's just that it needed spicing up a little. Things had become too routine and too bland.

At long last, he was in the mood for a little sexual experimentation himself.