Beth and Wayne continue their journey in cuckoldry with her young Black lover.
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"Hi darling," I said with a nervous voice as I opened the front door, Joshua by my side. It was obvious that Beth had been waiting for us impatiently, as she joined us in a matter of seconds, strutting on the tile floor with her white mules.
"Hello Joshua! I'm so happy that you accepted our invitation," Beth said, moving forward to receive his kisses on each cheek. He immediately handed her the bouquet of white roses, while I took care his bottle of wine (I had noticed that it was a rather expensive vintage and that he certainly had to make a financial compromise to buy it). Beth blushed at the attention and called Amanda. She was obviously flattered and excited.
"Amy, look at those gorgeous flowers! I would like to introduce you to this nice gentleman, Joshua, the young student I told you about. Joshua, this is Amanda, our beloved maid."
"Dear, could you please find an adequate vase for those beautiful flowers and put them on the table outdoors?" Beth asked. "Yes Madam, with pleasure," Amanda replied. "Would you like to have something to drink on the patio?" she inquired.
"Yes Amy, thank you. You might as well open Joshua's bottle so we can cheer to his success in the near future with his Ph.D.," Beth replied.
Arriving on the patio, I saw that Amanda had thought of using the small round glass table with three chairs for us to be more intimate, just in the shadow of the house so that we wouldn't suffer too much from the heat. She also had poured three glasses of Joshua's red wine. We then set to chat. The conversation lasted for more than one hour non-stop. We asked Joshua to tell us about his origins in NYC and the circumstances that lead him to study history. He was the fourth of a family of eight children in a lower-middle class black family. For his parents, school was a must. They wanted their son to have a good life. He began to read stories about the fate of black people in America, so much that this subject became his strong point at school. He wanted to become an authority, it was a way for him to honor his race.
Besides, his family, including himself, were Muslims. They were traditionalists but not fundamentalists. His parents were open to modernity but had raised their children in their faith in Allah. And Joshua told us about his long religious journey. For instance, he had long questioned himself as to his field of study, looking at one time at the possibility of studying Muslim theology. But he changed his mind eventually, after reading many books about the origins of the black slaves in America.
"I don't regret my decision whatsoever," he said, "especially now that I have the honor of working under the direction of the most internationally renowned specialist on the history of Black people in America."
Beth blushed a little after this laudatory declaration, and readily followed up by saying that Joshua was the best grad student she never had to supervise in her whole career.
It was easy for Beth and I to notice that this young man would go far. He is the assertive, self-confident, dominant type. We were sure that he would work his way. And I could notice that Beth was more and more attentive to him. She told us again that Joshua was the best grad student that she ever had to coach and that he would become her private assistant. This was a real thrill for me to see and feel. Could it be that Beth might find here the young man that she had always longed for?
It didn't take long before we finished Joshua's bottle. Beth was gradually relaxing. I saw her remove her mules to be more at ease, noticing by the same way that Joshua was paying a lot more attention to her than to me. It was apparent that he was enjoying what he saw: her legs, her black painted toe and finger nails contrasting with the white of her cute dress, her face, shoulders and upper chest. It was almost like I wasn't there anymore. They would laugh and giggle every now and then. At one point, Beth told him: "Joshua, you call me 'Mrs. Anderson' at the office but here, please call me Beth.". He reacted by saying: "You too, Beth, please call me Josh," with a warm smile and bright eyes. My heart was throbbing more than ever.
"Hey guys, I said. Why don't we spend a little time enjoying the pool before dinner? That would do us so much good with this hot weather."
"Yes, honey. Let's go," Beth replied. "Josh, you can go inside to change. Amanda will show you where to go."
While he was entering the house Beth and I looked at each other. Without having to say a word, we knew that this was an exciting moment for her. She was so cheerful, so happy. I couldn't resist: I hugged her and kissed her tenderly, whispering in her ear: "I love you, darling. Be happy." She understood perfectly what I meant.
A few minutes later the three of us were in the pool, enjoying the cool water on our bodies. Joshua had put on a red Speedo tight brief that emphasized his perfect athletic and muscular body. Beth was wearing a white strapless one-piece swimsuit. She had kept on her several white bracelets and her white necklace. We continued chatting in the pool for a while, until I decided to get out, before saying: "I've had enough. I'll go change." "We'll stay in a bit more, hey Josh?" said Beth. "Yes, Beth, with great pleasure," he replied.
Once in our bedroom, I could hear them laughing and playing around in the water. They were like two kids enjoying a pleasant afternoon under the sun. I removed my swimsuit and saw without surprise that my little penis had oozed precum. I went right away to the window to look at them. I could see Beth extending her arms toward Joshua, inviting him to come closer, noticing that she was talking to him but in a low voice. To my disappointment, I couldn't hear anything. He headed toward her and took her inviting hands and spread her arms apart in order to make her come closer. They repeated this play several times, laughing, and Beth still talking in a low voice, almost whispering. Until they stopped, now very close to each other. Beth then made her lips available, bending her beautiful head backward somewhat, her neck more exposed than ever. Joshua, keen as he is, was more than happy to oblige. They exchanged a few prude kisses on the lips. I was sure that Beth was moaning. At this point in time, Amanda passed by. She saw them and noticed that they were in their own world by themselves, and smiled. Amanda's presence did not bother them whatsoever. They kept exchanging little kisses, until Joshua took Beth by the waist and kind of made her dance in the water. She was acting very sensual and more and more provocative.
Joshua then left her and came out of the pool, grabbing a towel. Beth immediately followed him, almost running. At that time, I had no doubt in my mind as who was the one would wear the pants.
One thing leading to the other, we had our dinner around the small round glass table, Beth and Joshua now sitting closer to each other. I could see partly through the table glass that they were indulging in bare foot play, smiling at each other. Josh eventually put his hand on Beth's lap after a while. I have to say that with all this wine, we all were in quite a cherry mood. And I was personally very excited with all this.
"Guys, Beth said after sipping the last drop of our second wine bottle, I wanted to take this opportunity to tell you something."
"Please do, sweetheart," I replied, curious about what she would say.
"As you know and as I told you already, the annual convention of the Historical Society of America will be opening in two weeks. This year, it will be held in Memphis. I was invited to deliver a talk on my discoveries about the first arrival of African slaves on the continent. I have the opportunity to be accompanied by one of my grad students. I had not decided yet who I should select, and I was weighing the choices I had. By Monday, I must give the organizers the name of the student who will be with me. Given the high quality of Josh's work (following up on his invitation to call him by his first name), I decided to invite him." Without even waiting for me to say anything, she looked at him with inviting eyes and asked: "Josh, would you like to come with me?"
"Well, Beth, it depends," Josh replied. "This is a bit embarrassing for me. For two reasons. First, I just recently joined your team, and there is certainly someone else who deserves more than me to team up with you at the convention. Second, I don't have great financial means and I'm afraid that I can't afford the expense."
"Mmmmm, Josh, let me reassure you," Beth replied. "First, it's quite obvious that you're superior academically to anyone in my team. There is no way that this can be refuted, and even your teammates would admit it. Second, all expenses are paid, half by the Society as I'm a guest speaker, and half by our university. So...?"
