After hanging up from Lisa’s late-night phone call, Blanche had trouble getting back to sleep. The strangeness of it all had her mind working overtime. She decided to discuss the situation with her husband, John, as soon as they woke.
Uncertain about how he would react, she decided to soften him up with a good breakfast before she dressed for church. She placed a warm plate of bacon and eggs in front of him and sat opposite with her coffee.
“I had a call from our daughter-in-law late last night. She and JR have decided that she may cuckold him with this black man who has been hitting on her at the college. Now she is getting cold feet and wants to meet him here with me chaperoning them.” John looked up from his food.
“Chaperoning? That’s a strange word for an adult woman who will be cheating on her husband with a stranger. What are you supposed to do?”
“I get the idea that she wants a wing-woman for security reasons but also to show her the ropes. She is terribly naive. I expect that I will do more than sit in the corner and watch. How do you react to that?” John stood up and poured a second coffee for himself and her before answering.
“Well, you might have noticed that I am not as keen about your menage with Tom as I once was. He seems like a second husband to you and an older brother to me. I am happy to have the two of you continue playing, but it has lost its power to excite me so much. But does Lisa want you to play with her new bull? Won’t she be upset if he prefers you to her?”
“She and I are already enjoying sex with each other, and she wants to share this next phase with me. And, truthfully, I have long been curious about what a young black guy would be like. So, you will be all right if we have her guy here some night soon? JR seems to have accepted it happening.”
“Do I have to leave the house or something? I might like to watch too.”
“I’ll tell Lisa that you may want to join in; I’ll insist on it.”
Later, riding home from church with Tom, Blanche broached the subject with him. Tom was not happy to hear that he might have new competition. He had been enjoying his access to her body, noticing John’s waning interest. By the time they got to her house, he was openly sulking.
“Tom, you were pleased about me exploring my sexuality when you were the recipient, and even when Jim fucked me, you encouraged it. Why so possessive now?” He hung his head before answering.
“I guess I feel like your other husband and John seems to be backing off. I want you to myself, I guess.”
“Well, let’s wait and see how things pan out. This is mainly about Lisa and her needs. I am not going to forget either you or John.” She gave him a sisterly peck on the cheek, much to his chagrin, and went into the house. Once inside, she checked her phone to find a text from Lisa asking if they could come over that night.
Blanche was not in the mood to further discuss this matter so she sent a reply quickly outlining her conditions and suggesting the time. Then she prepared a light early dinner for her and John and went to convert church-goer Blanche into slut Mother-In-Law.
At eight o’clock, she answered the door expecting an African American man but was instead greeted by a very tall, slim black man of Indian heritage. He first bowed to her, then ducked his head as he entered. “Where is Lisa?” Blanche asked him.
“She wanted to come in her car. She should be here soon.” He turned, and there she was at the door. She and Blanche hugged before she introduced her companion, “Rajesh, this is my mother-in-law. Blanche, meet Raj. I have told him that we are lovers and want to share him. I hope that is OK with you; it is with him.”
Blanche merely smiled at them both as his large hand warmly engulfed her much smaller one. She felt a small tremor at his touch. “Can I get you something to drink?” She asked.
“Thank you. I do not use alcohol, but I brought some of my family’s special tea to share if you like.” That got Blanche’s attention and suspicion.
“What is in it? I do not use or like drugs,” she said.
It is a recipe of organic herbs that has been in my family for generations. It is a mild aphrodisiac and relaxes tension. I find that it helps strangers to become acquainted. I am sure you will find it pleasant.
Lisa went to the kitchen to heat water and set out glasses. Blanche and Rajesh went to the den and sat together on the sofa. He began to tell her of his background. “I am working on my doctorate in mathematics and teaching a couple of courses to support myself. That is where I met Lisa. She caught my eye immediately, and I have been pursuing her since.”
“It appears that you have caught her,” Blanche laughed. “You know she is married to my son, I hope.” She was getting a crick in her neck, looking sideways and up at his face. She bent her knee and turned in his direction, causing her skirt to ride up her thigh. His eyes briefly dropped to her lap and then back to her face. He smiled at her.
“Yes, I know. It is a specialty of mine to aid wives whose marriages lack something sexually that I can provide.” Just then, John appeared, and introductions were made. “Would you join us in a cup of my special tea, sir?” Raj asked. When John nodded yes, Ray went to the kitchen to help Lisa prepare the drinks. John raised his eyebrows at Blanche, who whispered,
“I checked out his stuff. He is packing, which makes you and Tom look puny. I don’t know how she is going to handle him.” She stopped whispering when the couple returned with drinks. Lisa sat on the other side of Raj and John sat opposite in his armchair.
They spent a pleasant twenty minutes chatting quietly and sipping. Raj shifted his tea glass from one hand to the other while his free hand lightly stroked the leg of the nearby woman. He showed no favoritism, giving equal skin time to each. All the while, he chatted amiably with John.
Before long, both skirts were rucked up, exposing panty gussets that were both showing damp lines. He showed no discomfort with the situation; he might have been describing a movie he had seen to them. John was intrigued by his savior faire in addition to getting aroused. His attention was riveted on what Raj’s hands were doing.
Raj had placed his glass on the coffee table and was caressing a pussy with each hand, his long brown fingers sliding up and over two clitorises and down through swollen, wet pussy lips. His subjects seemed entranced. John had taken out his cock, stroking it.