Breeding Brides Chapter 4

Kathy didn’t see anything of black men until much later that year. Thomas was quite simply perfect and from the beginning she was instinctively drawn to him. Seeing them together was a wonderful, almost spiritual experience. His skin surprised me as it was extremely dark. Such a contrast too his mother. Darker than Cassandra whose body was a lighter, chocolate colour. Certainly Kathy and Vikki had not shared the same father. Thomas was as you might imagine, a handful during that first year. Having not seen our close friends for some time it was nice to hear from Bob again. He called one afternoon, asking how we where. Vikki apparently was doing very well. She had been working out and had sent message suggesting the four of us treat ourselves to a night out. It sounded a good idea and I was all for it. Our “breeding brides” deserved it.

That weekend Kathy was bright and expectant. The idea of spending time with our friends appealed to her. We had arranged child-care for Thomas and as I got ready in our bedroom I could hear my wife giving her mobile number to the nanny in case of emergency. She did worry so. That morning, shortly after lunch we set off. Destined to return home the next morning. My wife beside me in the car. Wearing her sunglasses. I remember it was a warm, sunny day. Her dark, slightly curled hair resting neatly on her slender shoulders. She wore a long, ankle length dress. Patterned with small crafted roses. Hiding her lovely, waxed legs and a pair of high heels. A silver locket around her neck containing a miniature photo of Thomas. The dinner that Bob had booked for that evening was to be a formal event and I had brought a suit, Kathy a gown. Both of which lay in the boot of our car. As with all her clothes Kathy had taken great care choosing it. Money was in effect little object if it meant my proud wife could look and feel good about herself. 

Vikki was typically out by the pool when we arrived. Her face lit up when we arrived. A tight pair red pants and a yellow blouse covering her shapely body. The blouse was unbuttoned right down and I was surprised she seemed to be showing off so much for a simple afternoon. On first reflection I couldn’t believe how good she looked. Her nipples hard and showing through the top. She had her long hair down over her shoulders, a familiar tan to her skin. Smiling when she saw me checking out her breasts. There was such a composed wickedness in her blue eyes. Kathy noticed me too and gave a sterner frown. I was amazed that even here she could still be jealous. Indeed the blowjob incident at the ghetto with Latysha had taken some considerable time to forgive. Regardless the two women exchanged an embrace. 
‘It’s so good to see you’ was Vikki’s welcome, her hand sliding discreetly down onto my wife’s ass. 

Being a lovely day we made the most of the sun. Our friends had a table out on the patio with a barbecue and splendid view. Bob had promised to cook lunch and as he did Kathy swam several lengths in the pool. Both Vikki and I watched her. Agreeing privately that a swimsuit complemented her figure very well. 
‘She has great tits doesn’t she?’ Vikki sighed. I turned to her and nodded. She couldn’t hide the fact that she admired Kathy. The way she had touched and kissed her in the past was evidence of that. Somehow it made sense and I wondered if the feelings where mutual. I have to admit that it made me excited to think of the lovely blonde feeling my wife’s firm, large breasts more intimately and perhaps sucking her round, flat nipples. I recall those feelings very strongly because with a discreet cough Vikki held my eye. Perhaps we had both been thinking the same.

We ate a terrific dinner. Bob excelled himself, opening another bottle of wine and making sure we where all bright and giddy. Kathy had put on a wrap. Her skin and hair wet as she sat cross-legged and looking as sexy as ever. I ran my finger down her bare arm as she took a sip from her chilled drink. Drawing an appreciative smile from her crisp, perfect mouth. Across the table Vikki held my eye continually. I couldn’t hide how attracted to her I had been over that year. Somehow, even though I was with Kathy I became increasingly aroused by the blonde’s smiles and willing looks. At least my wife didn’t notice it. Then as suddenly and as purposefully as could be I felt Vikki’s bare foot beneath the table. Pushing open my knees and pressing hard against my crotch. To look at her you wouldn’t have thought anything was going on. Harder she squeezed, her toes running up and down my cock. 

As it began to grow dark we all went inside to get ready. In the spare room, Kathy sat at the dresser while I struggled with my tie. It had been a long time since I had been to something like this. Sparing no expense Bob had booked us in at the finest hotel in town. Adding jokingly that it was far away from the scene on my wife’s breeding. He added that we would be staying overnight and had taken the liberty of acquiring rooms for us. Kathy did look tremendous. Spraying perfume lightly to her neck as I walked over and ran my hands down her shoulders. The dress was deepest blue. Silky and trim to her figure. Although it fell to her ankles the neckline was wonderfully low. Split down the middle and displaying her breasts perfectly but tastefully. The locket around her neck drawing the eye in the right direction. 

The restaurant was classy and obviously expensive. An attendant took Bob’s car to park then we led the two women into the lobby. Kathy looked gorgeous on my arm. She knew how to act and I was so proud of her. Her dark hair looked perfect resting on her pearl white shoulders. The sparkling earrings catching the light perfectly. Surely none of the guests would have expected or even entertained the idea that she was such a slut. The waiter took us to a reserved table. Indeed the place was full. Cutlery tapping and the constant talk of those around me almost dwarfed by the orchestral band with played on a raised platform by a huge staircase. Everyone was well dressed. Like me, Bob wore a black suit and tie. Vikki typically wearing a bright red dress with a large fresh flower, possibly an orchid pinned to the side. She loved to attract attention. Her hair taken across and trailed down one side. Like Kathy, her tits were nicely displayed. 

Being together raised old ideas and as we ordered starters my imagination began to drift. I simply loved watching both of them with black men. The contrast in Kathy and Vikki even more noticeable when you talked to them. Vikki the extrovert, blonde, tanned and brash. Kathy quiet and restrained. Even at that moment. Just being with the two of them was a treat. Beautiful women in such different ways. Both moms. In the noise and bustle of the restaurant the scent of Kathy’s perfume and her quiet, polite chatter. My wife put out a finger and traced a nail over the back of my hand. Gazing at me lovingly. She was happy and I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Oh for a well hung stud to stretch those red lips wide and fuck her beautiful mouth deep. Alive with my filthy thoughts I sipped my wine. My cock already stirring as I relived old memories. Perhaps Vikki saw what I was thinking because she shared a whisper with her husband. The realisation that with them, everything was a game.

My suspicions arose when over by the bar; two black men entered the lobby. They wore jeans and shirts that stood out in the well-dressed room. Immediately approached by one of the staff they pointed to our table and were grudgingly allowed to stay. I was surprised they had not been shown out but was pleased they had not. Both where mid twenties with imposing, menacing looks. For now they ordered drinks and took seats at the bar. I had noticed them right away and it seemed many of the other guests had too. How could you not in a place like? We had just finished our main meal and Bob was ordering desert. Kathy flashed a subtle smile at me as she looked across at them both. Seemingly a coincidence though for now we where willing to play along with Bob and Vikki. Bob was talking but his words seemed miles away. I was already imagining those two studs fucking my white wife hard back upstairs in our hotel room. It had been a long time but I was excited and I knew she would not have forgotten the fun we had shared. I would have her keep her dress on for them so that she looked perfect as they pounded their black cocks into her. Maybe I would go and ask? Be in no illusions. I was in fact about to suggest the idea to her when Bob followed my gaze. 

‘Shall we tell them’ Vikki said. A grin running from ear to ear. That’s when I knew they had something planned. Bob sighed and rolled his eyes.
‘I’ve a confession to make’ he sighed. ‘Vikki has a new man’. Kathy and I exchanged a look. 
‘..and I plan on marrying him too’ she laughed. I was shocked and I saw my wife’s eyes widen. ‘You see..’ Vikki continued, ‘I want another baby and it just wouldn’t be right if you weren’t here’. With a smile the blonde slid her hand across the table, touching my wife’s fingers and clasping her hand. Our friends had always seemed so close. I couldn’t believe it and the revelation took my attention away from the two nearby studs. ‘I love black men’ Vikki sighed, drawing concerned looks from a nearby table. ‘It seems only right that I get hitched to one…at least once. And Bobs been setting it up’. 
‘His names Mashudu’ Bob continued. ‘We met him a month ago. You can meet him too if you like’. Vikki smiled and held out what was clearly an engagement ring. 

Then Bob turned and waved to the two men. Their faces where eager, hungry and lean. Over they walked. Through the tables towards us. A purpose in their walk like they knew what they where in for and couldn’t wait. Mashudu led the way, closely followed by his taller, darker skinned friend. Already my cock was rock hard. Our friend’s fun running wild as they clearly had plans for tonight. Bob grinned, getting to his feet as the round faced; younger man took his seat. His teeth perfect white and his hair cut very short. Keenly getting an eyeful of his wife’s body. A look which Vikki longingly returned. There was chemistry between them I admit. Something very foreign and undoubtedly African. 
‘Kathy…’ our host smiled, turning our attention to Mashudu’s friend. ‘This is Gamba’. I stood up. The strong looking man looking right past me at my wife and enjoying what he saw. Like Mashudu his hair was cut short, the similarity in his face evident though his skin was extremely dark. My heart pounded as Kathy smiled and ran her eyes seductively up and down the composed looking man in front of her. He looked strong and powerful. She liked him, it was obvious and I noticed her swallow dryly as he too admired her body with obvious enthusiasm. Putting out her hand he took it, then my seat beside her.