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“See you Sunday night!”Joan waved at the kids and her parents as she pulled away from her childhood home. She had just dropped off Tasha and Jerome Jr. (JJ) for a weekend with “Gramma and Grampa.” She looked at her watch … 3:30… with luck and minimal traffic she could be home by 5:30. She was pretty sure Amber would still be around.It was a perfect early summer day, mid-70’s and not a cloud in the sky. She turned on Spotify and began the drive back. She wished she had her BMW convertible, but the two-seater didn’t work for hauling the kids. When JJ was born she could have bought something more practical but she was adamant; she was never having a minivan or even an SUV. It wasn’t her style. She laughed at the irony of mentally complaining that she had to drive her husband’s Jaguar XF. It wasn’t like she was slumming.She hopped on the freeway and began the drive home. She loved her kids dearly but this weekend she and Jerome had a kid-free forty-eight hours and they were not going to waste it.She thought how much her parents had evolved over the past years. When she started dating Jerome, as much as they tried, her parents couldn’t warm up to the handsome, polite, smart, black man their daughter had fallen in love with. But Jerome knew best and he said to just give them time. He adored their daughter and was quite the gentleman. He promised her they would eventually come around to their relationship. However, even after they were married and had become financially well off her parents were still distant. Joan knew that the real reason her parents finally softened was the arrival of Tasha and then JJ. Becoming grandparents did it. Since Tasha was born eight years ago, and JJ three years later her parents became accepting and loving with the whole family. On that end, life was about perfect.Joan’s cell phone chirped. It was Beth, one of their good friends, both in and out of their lifestyle crowd.“Hey Joan, just checking to make sure we are still on for tomorrow.”“Yep, we were thinking 8-8:30. The Carringtons are coming too. I think Amber will be there and she may have a date.”Beth laughed and said that if Amber was going to be there Terry, her husband, would need more Viagra. The guys loved Amber. The women did too, for that matter. Joan replied that if Amber brought a date one thing was certain; he wouldn’t need Viagra.“Ahh, youth,” Beth laughed and said they would see each other tomorrow and hung up.For the next hour, Joan’s mind wandered. She met Jerome right after college and sparks flew. Joan had never dated a black man and, while he had dated some white women, she was his first real relationship. At 5’3” and very petite, Joan was dwarfed by Jerome’s 6’2″, 200-plus frame. He treated her like a queen and she simply adored him. The fact they both had budding careers made their relationship grow slowly and respectfully. This was the South though, and they had to deal with the looks and comments about their skin color. They dated four years before getting married.Beth was her maid of honor and had been her best friend since her sophomore year in college. The two of them had chased guys, flirted with a lot of the same ones and had their first threesome with a guy they picked up at a sorority party. Joan preferred men, so did Beth, but they had satisfied each other now and then. A year into şişli escort Joan and Jerome’s relationship Beth admitted to Joan that she had to know what Jerome was like in bed. From anyone else, Joan would have told them to go fuck off but a few weeks later, after telling Jerome she thought it could be hot, she watched her best friend take her boyfriend’s beautiful, black, thick, eight-inch cut cock; first into her mouth and then, with her legs spread wide, deep into her pussy. After letting her enjoy Jerome for a bit Joan joined in for a sexy threesome. It was the first time she and Jerome did anything of that sort, but it wouldn’t be the last.A short time later, Beth met Terry and in no time the four of them were getting together every couple of weeks for marathon sex. Terry took to partner swapping like a fish to water. Overnights were common and fun.Beth and Terry got married first. Joan and Jerome surprised them on the last two days of their honeymoon in the Keys and the four of them went to a swing club in Florida the second night. They joined a lifestyle group the next month. Joan and Jerome married a year later. By then, they had met the Carringtons, who lived about ninety minutes away, but that is another story.Joan pulled into her gated community and as she turned to the cul-de-sac she saw the bright yellow Jeep Wrangler in the driveway. Amber, their nanny, was home. She opened the garage and saw her Z4. She smiled; Jerome was home early. Interesting.Inside the house, Joan saw Amber’s computer and notes on the kitchen table. In addition to being their nanny for the last eighteen months, Amber was also a second-year Ph.D. Economics student at the local university. Smart, vivacious and great with the kids, she was a real find. The kids adored her and she had become an integral part of their family. She had her own room even though she shared an apartment in town with another doctoral candidate.On the floor, next to her computer, was Amber’s blouse and Joan recognized the cream lace bra that Joan had bought her the last time they had gone shopping together. She wasn’t surprised. Joan moved to the staircase and walked quietly up the stairs. Before she reached the top of the stairs she could hear the muffled sounds from Amber’s bedroom and a rhythmic thumping of something hitting the wall. Joan smiled and walked down the hall and looked in.Amber was on her back, her legs almost straight up in the air and parted like a V. Joan couldn’t see her face because most of her body was covered by the black man lying on top of her. She knew it was Amber if for no other reason than the raised left leg had an Ace of Spades anklet wrapped around it. She looked down at her own matching bracelet and smiled. They had bought them online as a joke but decided to never take them off. She looked back up and saw that Amber’s hands were on the spindles of the headboard and she was holding on for dear life. Above her, his head low, arms out holding his body over her, his taut butt flexing and thrusting deep into her was Jerome. He was fucking her. There was no other way to describe it. He was simply fucking the heck out of her. It looked like they had been for a bit. When he tilted his hips away she could see his cock almost exit Amber’s pussy before he thrust hard and deep back onto escort şişli her. Each time he did so the headboard hit the wall.Amber was groaning with each thrust in the same rhythm with the headboard hitting the wall.“Oh… Oh… Fuck… Jay, you… are … going… to break … the … bed,” she said.Joan cleared her throat loudly and said with a smile, “Jerome, don’t break the bed, we just bought it.”The black body stopped mid-thrust and she heard a muffled chuckle from him. Then he resumed thrusting into Amber but was far more restrained.“Oh shit, she caught us,” he laughed.“Hi, Mrs. Jones,” Amber said from below him in an artificially high voice followed by a giggle, “Mr. Jones offered to help me make the bed and well… Do you want to join us?”Joan couldn’t help but smile. Amber never referred to her as Mrs. Jones except when she and Jerome were about to, in the middle of, or had just finished sex. It was a standing joke between them.“Don’t ‘Mrs. Jones’ me, Amber,” Joan said with a false sternness, “and, if you are serious, I would love to but just for a taste.” Joan smiled.She came into the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse. The weekend was getting off to a great start. Jerome rolled off of Amber and lay sideways next to her, his cock wet and stiff. He was grinning, clearly happy with the developments. Joan stood with her blouse undone and unbuttoned her shorts and shimmied out of them.She moved to the side of the bed and leaned forward to kiss her husband. She caressed his hard wet cock for a just a moment. She leaned over more to kiss Amber, slipping her tongue into her mouth. Amber responded by sexually sucking her tongue deeper into her mouth. She reached for Amber’s breast and fondled it and tweaked her already erect nipple. She broke their kiss and then moved to suck the nipple playfully. Both Amber and Jerome made appreciative noises and she felt them kiss above her.She slipped away telling them she had things to do, grabbed her blouse and shorts and headed back downstairs but heard the two of them laugh and then she heard movement, and she knew Jerome had begun to fuck her hard once more.Fifteen minutes later Jerome walked down the stairs wearing a light robe loosely tied at his waist. He was not covered up but that was fine. Joan looked over and couldn’t help but admire his body. Even at forty, he worked to stay in shape. He didn’t have the abs he had when they first met but she had no complaints. His chest was still defined, he had a little patch of hair between his pecs that ran down to his belly, which was still pretty flat. She gazed lower and smiled. His beautiful cock was still engorged, hanging between his thighs and glistening from the wetness of Amber’s pussy or mouth or both. He saw her look down and laughed. He walked up to her and they kissed. Joan reached between his legs and caressed his cock.“Do we still have a bed?” Joan teased, “More importantly, do we still have a nanny?”“Yes, we do, as to both,” he chuckled, “She is just taking a quick shower and will be right down.” He paused, “We had to get the weekend started right don’t you think?”“That girl is amazing. How we did we luck into this?” she laughed“My good looks and your negotiation skills?” he replied.Joan thought perhaps a little of both but who knew for sure.…….In retrospect, it was probably just mecidiyeköy luck. Their previous nanny was really great but much older and more conservative. She had worked for them two years when, in an amazing screwup, she walked into the house one Sunday morning believing that she was supposed to watch the kids that day. Instead, she saw Joan being spit roasted by Jerome and Terry on the living room floor while Beth was on the couch, naked, drinking coffee. To say she was offended was putting it mildly. She loudly gasped, got over her shock, turned, walked out and emailed her notice from her car on her way home. No amount of apology, begging, or even a salary increase could bring her back.Joan was distraught. As a temporary fix, she had placed an ad for a part-time nanny at the university hoping they would find one or two college kids to help out and split the work until they could get someone full time. She had interviewed a few prospects when Amber called and asked if the job was still open. They met for an interview and, in five minutes, Joan knew she had found a nanny. She was easygoing, smart, and at twenty-five, older than they had expected, which was a great plus. As a doctoral candidate, Amber had a teaching schedule but otherwise was very flexible. She had stipend but needed some extra cash to make ends meet. Amber said her parents couldn’t help out after paying for undergrad. She had younger siblings, had nannied in college a bit and was just perfect. Plus, she was a doll. Five foot six, some curves, a million-dollar smile, and beautiful beautiful red hair. Joan sensed a sensual vivaciousness about her and offered the job right away.In two months she had become as close to them as if she had been there forever. The kids adored her and the feeling was mutual. Jerome, ever the gentleman, was smitten and treated her like a princess because of the way she was with the kids and, to be honest, because he is simply a great guy. Amber was such a part of them that when her car broke down they leased her the Jeep. They bought her clothes, took her to dinners, an occasional family trip, and she had friends over at the house often. She stayed at the house when she wasn’t working and quickly became family.Joan thought back to how she had stressed over their lifestyle and how she really worked to hide it from Amber because she didn’t want a repeat of the previous nanny. That was unnecessary stress; it ended up being so simple.She had come home one day to find Amber in the den sitting on one of the easy chairs looking at some pictures. The kids were upstairs playing with a neighbor friend. When Joan walked in Amber looked up, blushed, and held up a photo for her to see.“Nice!” Amber said playfully.Joan saw the picture she was holding and remembered that at that moment she was embarrassed but, inexplicably, not mad. She just had a feeling that unlike the last nanny, it was going to be okay. Amber was looking at pictures from a couple years earlier when Beth had taken up photography. They were of the four of them on a trip to Florida in various states of dress and undress. In the photo Joan was on her knees, topless, her back to the camera, in front of an obviously naked Jerome. You couldn’t see anything, but it looked like she was giving him a blow job. Joan felt the color rise in her face because she knew that in the other pictures Amber had looked through there was no doubt she was.“I always wondered about the four of you,” Amber said, “I knew you were more than good friends. There was just something about how you interact. I think it is so hot.”

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