This is a continuation of my story Monica's Black Cock Fantasy-Part 1, where Monica realizes her fantasy of sex with a black man by having carnal relations with Sean, the 21 year-old pool boy.
Chris, her husband, not only approves of Monica realizing her fantasy, he assisted.
All characters are over 18 years of age.
This story includes interracial sex.
If that offends you, skip this story.
If not, read on.
It was Wednesday, a week to the day after Monica's tryst with Sean, the black 21 year-old pool boy. During that week Monica was ebullient, talking about Sean fucking her virtually nonstop. I knew Monica's dark desires were not yet fully satisfied, and may never be. And since this was Wednesday, Sean was due for another visit. I had taken the day off from work, as before and watched as she came out to the pool in her bikini and high heels; if her attire was any skimpier she would have been naked. I admired her D-cup tits, closed my eyes, and remembered watching as Sean plunged his black cock into her white pussy.
As I chatted back and forth with Monica, I heard only heard bits and pieces of what she said; "...it's still okay if I fuck him?", and, "...his cock was so big it hurt, at first..."
After a few minutes Monica said to me, "The pool is great today, why don't you come in with me? But it sure could use a good cleaning."
"Yeah," I replied, "But it's you that needs a good cleaning." Monica just laughed as she slipped one finger, then two, into her pussy.
"Sean should be over anytime now," Monica said. "Have you heard what time he'll be here?" she said to me.
"Oh, soon I think." I said. I just gave her a friendly smile as I shook my head slowly. She returned the slightest of smiles and reached over for her drink.
I came outside briefly, refilled her drink, gave her a long languorous kiss, and then went back inside. I told her I was going into the kitchen to check on something.
Once inside I typed out a text message to Sean. "Pool cleaning today?" I typed into the message. As I did before, I stared at the words on the screen for several moments. Then out the window at Monica. I clicked the send button and felt my heart rate increase. My phone immediately vibrated, showing a reply from Sean.
"I'm coming over now, if that's okay," the message read.
I stared at his words. Yes, it was "okay".
"Monica is here, and she is ready for more of you," I typed.
"Sounds exciting," he responded, "Be there in 30 minutes".
I paused, looking from the phone to Monica and back again. Monica had gotten out of the pool and was seated back on the patio. She was going to wonder what I was doing unless I got back out there. I thought enough to bring another round of drinks with me.
I went for a swim, floated around, and waited. I was admiring Monica's body, envisioning her wrapped in Sean's arms when I heard Sean's voice.
"Hey Chris?" I looked over and saw Sean coming around to the pool deck.
I swam to the edge of the pool and hopped out. Monica was looking at Sean with lust in her eyes.
I went over to Monica so we'd have time to talk real quick. Monica leaned close to me, touching my arm, "I was going to wear that anklet you bought me."
I looked down at Monica's feet. "Well, where is it?"
"It's over there with my stuff, in my bag."
I retrieved a silver anklet from her bag and put it on her left ankle. The anklet had a symbol of a heart, followed by the letters "BBC. "I love big black cock" was the meaning.
The two of us made small talk for a while longer until Sean had finished cleaning the pool.
Bikini looks good," he said to Monica as he walked over to her.
"Thank you," Monica said, taking a sip from her drink and looking over at me.
"I think so too," I said, exchanging glances with her.
"Oh... before I forget," Monica said, handing him a bag. "Why don't you put this on and go for a swim. That's from both of us, so you know."
The bag contained a black mesh micro thong that he could barely fit his cock into. Sean took off his tee-shirt, shorts and briefs, and put on his gift. "Really? Aw, wow... I mean, that's nice. Thanks!" he said.
I smiled at Monica and we shared a brief kiss. We heard a splash and turned to see Sean had jumped into the pool.
"I hope it's okay I jumped in?" Sean asked, looking up at us. "Of course it is," Monica said. "We may all just go skinny-dipping."
I noticed Sean started working his way to the edge of the pool. "Would you like me to stay for a while? he said
"We'll leave that up to Monica," I said, sharing a brief glance with her.
"Sean, I'd like you to stay for a while," she said. I knew what she meant, taking the hint.
"Sure." Said Sean, "I would love to stay".
As I eased into a nearby floating chair I noticed Sean's gaze lingered on Monica.
Monica went over to her chair on the patio and sat down for a minute. She twisted around either grabbing something or moving it, then leaned over for a second. The top to her bikini fell to the deck.
She just looked at the two of us, took off her shoes, then stood up and walked over to the pool.
"Monica, you're beautiful," Sean said to her as she got closer.
Monica heard it and stopped in her tracks. She finished walking toward us, stopping at the edge of the pool. She took a seat and one at a time let her feet down into the water. She was wearing her anklet. The thin silver chain shimmered in the sunlight just before her left foot went under.
Monica slipped all the way into the water, as she disappeared under the surface. Sean looked around only to see her pop up several yards away. Sean dove under, and popped up behind her. She was momentarily startled as she watched Sean's hands take her by the waist and turn her so her back was to him. She placed her hands over his, staring up at me as she was pushed up to the edge of the pool, in the shallow end. He kissed behind her ear and she twisted her head.
