angelique127
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* The first chapter of the story of Carl and his beautiful blonde trophy wife. They are weathy, live in a gated community and belong to an exclusive country club. If anything Carl dotes and pampers Isabelle, showering her with lavish gifts and compliments almost each and every day. He loves to spoil her, believing a woman of her beauty deserves nothing less. And Isabelle, on the other hand, loves the attention. Like her mother, she is the classic southern belle, charming and flirtatious, somewhat dramantic if the situation required. Not to mention her sex appeal is totally natural and that she loves to show it off when possible...
Tasha and I were sunbathing beside the pool at the country club as we always did when our husbands played golf together. We liked to gossip and sip mint julips while catching the rays of the sun wearing our wicked weasel bikini's. Sometimes I would pretend to read a romance novel although I never really got very far...before long our husbands returned and joined us. We chatted, planning a dinner party I was hosting next weekend. My hubby Carl ordered cold beers for himself and Allen and another couple of drinks for us ladies. That's when we all noticed him...
To be honest, at first I couldn't believe my eyes ! Perhaps we all noticed him at once or not but I looked across the pool and saw this huge muscled black man strutting over to a lounge chair, followed by a brown haired white woman in a skimpy bikini carrying towels and a small ice chest. He paused, not taking a seat, talking on his phone. No one could miss the tight white speedo that he was wearing or the massive bulge it contained. There was an air of confidence about him...
Our conversation had suddenly stopped.
" I didn't know we had any black members that joined the club lately. " Allen said in a low voice.
" Neither did I ! " Tasha whispered, trying to hide her admiration.
I adverted my eyes for a moment but soon looked back at the couple across the pool. He finally sat down, still talking on the phone while the pony tailed white woman knelt on a folded towell and began to massage his feet. Meanwhile the black stud sat like an entitled king, recieving his foot massage.
" Damn honey why don't you do that for me ? " Allen asked.
" Well, maybe I would if you had big muscles like he does. " Tasha commented.
We sat in silence for a few more moments, all eyes on the couple across the pool.
" Hey...isn't that Helena Miller that lives on Mimosa drive ? " Allen asked.
" Oh my God, yes...where's her husband, I wonder ? " Tasha inquired....
Tasha and I were sunbathing beside the pool at the country club as we always did when our husbands played golf together. We liked to gossip and sip mint julips while catching the rays of the sun wearing our wicked weasel bikini's. Sometimes I would pretend to read a romance novel although I never really got very far...before long our husbands returned and joined us. We chatted, planning a dinner party I was hosting next weekend. My hubby Carl ordered cold beers for himself and Allen and another couple of drinks for us ladies. That's when we all noticed him...
To be honest, at first I couldn't believe my eyes ! Perhaps we all noticed him at once or not but I looked across the pool and saw this huge muscled black man strutting over to a lounge chair, followed by a brown haired white woman in a skimpy bikini carrying towels and a small ice chest. He paused, not taking a seat, talking on his phone. No one could miss the tight white speedo that he was wearing or the massive bulge it contained. There was an air of confidence about him...
Our conversation had suddenly stopped.
" I didn't know we had any black members that joined the club lately. " Allen said in a low voice.
" Neither did I ! " Tasha whispered, trying to hide her admiration.
I adverted my eyes for a moment but soon looked back at the couple across the pool. He finally sat down, still talking on the phone while the pony tailed white woman knelt on a folded towell and began to massage his feet. Meanwhile the black stud sat like an entitled king, recieving his foot massage.
" Damn honey why don't you do that for me ? " Allen asked.
" Well, maybe I would if you had big muscles like he does. " Tasha commented.
We sat in silence for a few more moments, all eyes on the couple across the pool.
" Hey...isn't that Helena Miller that lives on Mimosa drive ? " Allen asked.
" Oh my God, yes...where's her husband, I wonder ? " Tasha inquired....
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