Well, I didn't quite get Mike off by the time room service showed up so I had to answer the door nude. I don't know how old the young room service guy was but he rammed the cart into the door and then into the small table as he stared at my body. Once again, Mike had to dash to the bathroom before he busted a gut laughing at the poor kid. After I gave the young man a few good views of my body, I signed the check and gave him a big tip. When Mike came back into the room, we both burst out laughing.
I don't have any idea how I became such an exhibitionist. My mother has always been built like a brick outhouse while I've been on the thin side. Whenever we'd walk into a room together, the men would all lust after my mother, who had no problem flaunting her curves and flirting with all of them. Even though I have decent legs and a slender waist, my B-cup breasts are much smaller than hers. I've often wondered what made her piece of shit boyfriend Jamal try to rape me, when she willingly fucked him whenever he wanted. Maybe he just wanted to say he fucked a hot mother and her skinny daughter.
Mike is the only one who has had both of us, and he did us both at the same time. Who would have figured that a middle-aged white guy could satisfy a middle age black MILF and her daughter and leave us both completely at his exhausted and satisfied?
The next three years flew by and I loved every minute of my life. First off, I didn't see my mother at all, which is good. She was so busy getting banged by the male population of Florida that she stopped calling. And I didn't call or visit her, especially after my last visit with her when she had me almost gang-raped in a bar.
I finally became old enough to drink legally, at the ripe old age of 23. But the important happening was that Mike and I now have a two-year-old little boy that I insisted we name Mike Jr. after the most important person in my life. His skin is just a little darker than Mike's tanned skin, but not quite as dark as mine, and he looks just like his dad. I was happy that my breasts grew to C-cups during my pregnancy, but when I got back to my normal weight, my boobs were the first thing to shrink.
Mike's daughter Gwen was more than happy to take her new half-brother whenever we want to go out or travel. And Jr. loves his step-sister. And yes, I was right back to being an exhibitionist, but only when I was with my man. As I tell him every day, I love him and belong to him and he can do whatever he wants with me. And he does. Our sex life is out-fuckin-standing.
I have several gowns that I wear to the important social events, although they are all tight and slit up the side. At first, the social elite looked at us kind of strange. Maybe it's because I'm black, or maybe it's because I'm half Mike's age or maybe they're just upset that the most eligible bachelor around is happy being with me. But eventually I was accepted and became friends with several of them.
I also have quite a few slutty outfits that leave nothing to the imagination when we go out together. The skirts and dresses just barely cover my ass. The tops are either low cut, or have arm holes open to the waist that display my breasts whenever I move. And Mike prefers lighter clothing on me because he says he likes the contrast between light clothing and my dark skin.
It was a Saturday night and Mike and I had finished dinner and stopped at one of our favorite night spots to listen to music and enjoy a cocktail. Mike wore black jeans and a golf shirt. I wore a very short white dress with a flared skirt and only moderately low cut. I knew I had to be careful not to turn too quickly or the skirt would swing up displaying my ass and thong. As we were sitting at our table, Kay stopped at our table. I met Kay almost five years ago shortly after Mike rescued me and brought me back here from Seattle. We had become close friends killing many bottles of wine and she even taught me to play tennis. She was 28 years old and a professional photographer who freelanced for catalogs and magazines.
"Hi Kay," Mike and I said at the same time.
"Hello, Marci. HI Mike. How are you two this fine evening?"
"We're good. How about you, Kay?"
"Well, now that you've asked, I've been better. But you might be able to help me, Marci."
"Sure Kay. What do you need?"
"I need you."
"What?" I asked.
"I need you," Kay said. "Let me explain. I had a black model lined up for my shoot tomorrow and she fell down the stairs today and broke her arm and banged up her face a little. So, I need you to fill in."
"What? I'm not a model. And I'm too skinny."
Kay chuckled and said, "Well, I have to admit that my original model was more buxom and a few years older than you, but you'll do fine. And you'll get to pose with a few hot men."
"I don't know, Kay. I love Mike and I . . . . "
"Is it OK with you, Mike?" She turned and asked. "Wouldn't you think Marci would make a hot model?" Mike smiled and nodded. "Think about it, Marci. A pretty young black woman and three hot white men. They'll be modeling suits, sports wear and bathing suits and you'll be wearing similar type clothes and posing with them."
"Gee, I don't know, Kay. It sounds OK, but I . . . . "
"Listen, Marci. I'll be there the whole time so nothing is going to happen. These men are professionals. If they tried anything, they'd never work again in the business."
I was thinking about it. "Well, I . . . . "
"You'll be wearing some sexy clothes for the shoot, Marci. So, it's good that you're an exhibitionist," Kay said as she lightly punched my arm and then began laughing. "Nobody fills out slutty clothes like you, girl." At that, we all started laughing. Kay and I have called each other 'sluts' since shortly after we became friends.
I looked questioningly at Mike and he grinned back at me. "OK, honey?" I asked.
