By some of the comments received from Part 1 I can tell that there is a definite divide in this website when it comes to interracial sex and the sweet art of cuckolding. Well I love controversy so here comes Part 2. For those of you that enjoyed part one I hope you find part two even more erotic. In this part the fiction really starts to come out. As stated in Part 1 this is a sexual fantasy. There are no rules regarding reality in a fantasy. People can rise from the dead and become ghosts, aliens can make you fly and If there were Stephen King and Anne Rice would be fighting for control of the same street corner so they could sell pencils instead of being the famous writers that they are today.
As for those of you that were so abhorred at having made yourselves read the first part of Zebra Games, well I guess I should apologize in advance. You are going to hate this part so much you'll want to stick your little units into a Waring blender and turn it on to purify. That's okay though. Instead of putting out the usual "don't read this type of story if you don't like it" warning I know you can't resist so go ahead, plug in the blender and delve into the story. You flannel shirt wearing freaks are kind of fun to piss off anyway. Unfortunately the usual rules apply and your comments will be deleted if they don't relate to the story or make any sense.
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The personality of Avery Ave. changed quite a bit over the 18 months since that infamous Fourth of July party. Several homes changed hands and new neighbors arrived and I said goodbye to some old friends. Most prominent among them was my closest friend Joe. He decided to move in with Caroline. She owned a rather nice loft downtown. While I missed my friend I knew a black man was better off living with a white girl in a more liberal part of the city. Unfortunately along with Joe went his Fourth of July party. There were actually some people standing in front of his old house on the night of the first fireworks display the first year after Joe moved. I guess they were expecting a party but the young couple that had moved in just didn't get it so the neighborhood's most festive night went away with my friend, Joe.
The big change for me was that I had gotten married to Lis. We had gotten past what had happened that night after the party. One night Lis had told me the truth regarding her experience. How it had actually felt to be with Maarq. Still she wanted a life with me and that was good enough. I found that I loved Lis far too much to let her go. There was enough blame to go around that night and we decided to move ahead. Besides that night was the last time we had seen Maarq and that helped a lot. Lis and I concentrated on each other and six months later we got married.
Meanwhile the other significant home sale was at the end of Lowell St. A couple moved onto the most opulent house in the neighborhood. Daniel Crainer was a banker in his mid fifties and his wife Catherine was in her early fifties and a psychiatrist. They had no kids and seemed to be quite wealthy. I had seen Daniel only a few of times, once when I was introduced to the couple at a party and a couple of times when he was out doing yard work. He had an extensive travel schedule. It was Catherine who had gotten to know everyone in the neighborhood. She was very outgoing and a beautiful woman. She was the kind of older woman that I used to fantasize about as a young boy.
It was cold when I awoke. The kind of day where a choice between getting out of bed and getting a root canal was a tough decision to make. I wanted to curl up next to my wife and stay there all day. It was a Sunday and I might have gotten away with it. I reached over and slide my hand into Lis' pajama tops. I gently ran my finger over one of her nipples. I got a response of "Sleep!" and my hand was unceremoniously brushed away. I rolled over and got out of bed. If it had been early morning sleepiness that had been budding Lis I wouldn't have minded but the simple fact was that lately her sex drive was pretty low and it hadn't always been that way.
The snow had been coming down hard for most of the night. There was a solid 10 inches on the ground and while the deluge had stopped there was more on the way. It was turning into a hell of a New England winter. I put on my boots and coat and I went to the garage. It was just before 7 am and I was the first one out to clear my sidewalk and driveway. The moisture in the air was so thick I could chew on it. There was only one color anywhere I looked, grey. It was as if I had gone completely color blind. I thought it was all at once the worst and best about living in New England.
As I walked my snow blower up and down my long driveway I couldn't get Lis out of my mind. I couldn't understand her. I had a good friend from college. Fred was 6'-3" in great shape and the only thing he had going for him more than his good looks was his family wealth. Needless to say Fred got his share of gorgeous women. I always remembered Fred saying that with women looks had nothing to do with sexual ability or desire. In fact the best fuck Ol'Freddie claimed to have had was a 50 yr old, overweight friend of his mother. Lis was beautiful. She would have been at the top of Fred's or anyone's list. It would have been okay if Lis was an unenthusiastic lover. I had married her for more than her looks or sexual prowess. She had become my best friend. Still when we started going out Lis was incredible in bed. She was in perfect shape, a physical and sexual athlete. While she still had that incredible body something was bothering Lis and it was showing in the bedroom.
I had finished with my sidewalk and was starting on Mrs. Herney's sidewalk. She was our neighbor and was on the corner of Avery Ave. and Lowell St. She was a widow and I had been doing her walk for a few years. I had known her husband Jack. He had died at only 55. Mrs. Herney had been a beautiful woman and at about 60 she was holding on to the last vestiges of that beauty. She had been a showgirl out in Las Vegas back in the day and she had the long powerful legs to prove it. I had admonished myself more than once to stop staring at her legs whenever I saw her wearing the right outfit around the neighborhood. As I turned the corner to do Pat Herney's Lowell St. section I noticed the Crainer's house at the end of the cul-de-sac. I figured that Daniel was out of town so when I finished with Mrs. Herney's walk I started down to the end of the road. I got through with the front sidewalk as more snow started to fall. I worked my way up to the walkway that led to the house. I had just finished when the front door opened and Catherine greeted me.
"So you're the chivalrous one in the neighborhood." She gushed in her husky Texas accent.
"Well I guess I needed what little exercise you get from walking behind a snow blower."
"Come in for some hot chocolate."
I readily accepted the beautiful blonde's invitation. I followed her into the house and took off my jacket. I found that I had indeed been sweating. Catherine was already in her kitchen so I walked through the living room to meet her. I noticed that the room was decorated with some very expensive artwork. The one theme that jumped out was that the Crainer's were collectors of African art. The painting above the fireplace was of a couple of zebras charging across the African plains. In addition the blankets on the couches were black and white and there were a couple of woodcarvings of zebras.
After a brief inspection I made my way into the kitchen. It was large and very modern. All the appliances were commercial grade. I sat at a long rectangular table in the middle of the room. Catherine came over with a couple of mugs steaming with hot chocolate and sat across from me at the table. I noticed how young she looked even at 8:30 in the morning. There were just a few crow's feet around her dark blue eyes and her cheekbones stood out like apples. It was easy to get turned on by this woman.
"You really seem to like the African art especially zebras it seems." I asked inquisitively.
"Oh it started out as just simple hobby but I am afraid that I have become really attached to that animal. I guess I'm a real addict to black on white art." She chuckled as she sipped her drink.
"Well it looks very nice."
"Thank you. Most importantly I have to say I really apprecialte you coming down here. Daniel's away until Tuesday and I don't know any kids in the neighborhood."
"That's what I figured. So when I finished with Pat's I came down here."
"Mrs. Herney too? You really are a hero."
"Well I just felt like being outside so what the heck." I admitted.
"Outside? Today? Denny there's a blizzard falling from the clouds out there."
One look out the bank of windows behind Catherine and I saw that the snow had developed into almost white out conditions again.
"I don't care." I said quietly.
"We all need time to think." Catherine smiled at me and took a sip of her hot chocolate.
"Sure." Was all I could muster.
"Anything else you want to talk about?" Catherine leaned in a little closer.
Oh Lis and I are getting along fine. I guess as long as your marriage is going at 80% that's as much as you can ask for."
