In a New Neighborhood Pt. 02

"Sup, Eric." Jason greeted him, shaking Eric's hand and displaying his large tattooed arm. His dark muscles looked even more defined than Eric remembered. He was wearing nothing but a small, brightly-colored bathing suit that contrasted against his skin color. His muscles were shining with what must have been sunscreen.

"Hey, how's it going?" Eric was in no mood for small talk and just wanted to go down to the beach with Karen as soon as possible.

"It's been crazy, dog. Sun, drinking, partying. Let me tell you, your wife is really something, man."

Eric didn't know how to take that comment. "Umm thanks, man." He answered awkwardly. He went to his room and changed to his beach attire.

The sun was beating down on them as Eric read his book while lying on his towel. Karen was sunbathing on her own towel next to him, while Jason was on the other side of Karen. Throughout the afternoon, Eric couldn't help but to feel a certain sense of alienation. Though Karen paid plenty of attention to him, he couldn't help to feel a sense of being a third wheel at some level. It was small things that happened like Karen and Jason laughing at harmless inside jokes, the way the two of them talked to Shawn and Steph when they joined them in the sand, even the passing looks seemed to bother Eric. When Karen declared she wanted to go swimming, Jason stood up and went with her without saying a word. Eric was busy reading but he would have at least liked for her to ask him if he would join her. His jealousy got even worse when Jason asked Karen if she could spread some sunscreen on his back. Seeing her small, delicate white hands rubbing cream across his dark muscular back was deeply disturbing to Eric, but the contrast also arose other feelings in him. He experienced the same feelings when Jason reciprocated, rubbing his large black hands all over Karen's smooth, tanned skin. She looked so small in comparison.

These feelings and growing jealousy made Eric want to get closer to Karen, to be more in contact with her. At one point, while she was laying back, he moved his body perpendicular to hers and laid his head on her lower stomach, looking down towards the water, which also meant his face was in proximity to her bikini-covered pussy. They had been in this position countless times while watching TV on a couch or bed. This time though, Karen tensed and pushed his head away. When she saw Eric's questioning look she just asked him to lay next to her, saying she was feeling bloated and didn't want him to lay there. Eric found her behavior to be odd.

Once back in the house, they all went to shower and change in their rooms before going out to dinner and then drinks back at the house. They had stocked up well so there would be plenty of drinking going on. Eric and Karen had their own room, Shawn and Steph, now basically a consolidated couple, were in another room, and Jason had what seemed like the largest bedroom, with the best view, of course, all to himself. Karen showered but Eric noticed that instead of changing in the room in front of him, she was changing in the bathroom. When she emerged, Eric couldn't help but stare at her in amazement. She was wearing a short white summer dress which really accentuated her toned legs, shapely ass and tanned skin. It wasn't slutty, but it was definitely more daring than usual. She was also wearing a nice pair of heels and Eric noticed she was wearing the same new anklet as before.

"You look amazing! I'd never seen that anklet before. When did you get it?" Eric asked.

"Oh," said Karen looking down as if she had forgotten about it, "yeah, got it here in a small shop in the town. Jason gave it to me."

"What? What do you mean Jason gave it to you?" Eric was not pleased.

"Eric calm down and lower your voice! It was just a gesture, him being a gentleman, that's all. Don't make a fuss about it." She said dismissively. She was clearly annoyed and upset given that she never called Eric by his name unless she was scolding him or engaging in serious talk. Her words did not make him feel better at all, but he did calm down.

"So, you and Jason are getting along very well." Eric said in a more moderate tone, but the underlying question was evident.

"Yes, we have. He's been nice to me and has accompanied me these past few days, seeing as I would have otherwise been alone since Steph is with Shawn all the time. And whose fault is that?" Karen said it in a way meant to upset Eric, then looking back at the mirror she was using to apply her makeup. Eric realized she was partly right and tried to smooth things out.

"Look, I don't want to fight. I think it looks great on you. Very sexy." He tried to kiss her neck, but she shrugged him off.

Things remained much the same in the restaurant, a laidback place with a nice outside section and good food. The others were all talking and laughing about things that had transpired during the weekend so Eric was not able to take part in most of their conversations. At least Karen didn't seem upset with Eric anymore, but that was mainly because he felt barely present at all.

Back at the house, Jason got to mixing drinks for everyone. All of them had already had a few drinks at the restaurant, so they were pretty lively when they got back. The girls put some music on and were pretty soon dancing among themselves. The two girls looked spectacular and seeing them together was even more enticing than the last time Eric had witnessed the duo dance back at the nightclub a few weeks ago. The two girls were sporting very nice tans, were wearing more revealing clothing because of the beach and Eric could tell that some of Steph's newfound attitude had rubbed off on Karen.

Drinks continued to flow. The guys all sat around talking and drinking over the music while the girls would join in and every now and then before dancing again. Both Jason and Shawn were making no attempt to hide how much they were eyeing both girls, but the girls didn't seem to mind. Eric had a sudden feeling that he should stand up, take his wife by the hand, and lead her to their bedroom. He wanted her badly and it was about time he showed her his performance was back to normal.

Before Eric could work up the courage though, Jason called out and asked if he wanted another refill.

"Umm, hold on just a sec, ok?" Eric answered as he stood and approached Karen, interrupting her dance with Steph. "Hey babe, feel like calling it a night?" The delivery was all wrong, far from the romantic ideal he had in his mind of confidently taking her away to the bedroom.

"Not yet! We're having fun! Why don't you have another drink? Here, I'll go get you one." Karen seemed eager to continue partying, despite the fact she was already more than tipsy. She disappeared towards the kitchen.

Eric decided he could stay for one more drink. He didn't want to get Karen more upset by ruining her fun and took a seat near Shawn and Steph, joining their conversation.

Some time went by and Eric realized Karen still hadn't shown up with his drink. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen Jason either. The same knot in his stomach he had felt all day drove him to stand and walk towards the kitchen, all while telling himself she was probably just taking her time mixing the drinks. As he approached the doorway to the kitchen he had a partial vantage view of Karen. She was leaning forward on the kitchen counter where several drinks had been prepared, her delectable ass shown prominently in that dress and her toned, tan legs below that. To Eric's horror, that delectable ass and toned legs were being groped from behind by a pair of large black hands. Before Eric could look up to see whether Karen was assenting to such treatment he accidentally knocked over a bag full of sunscreen and lotion bottles that was lying on the floor.

Alarmed by the noise, Karen hurriedly straightened herself up and Jason backed away. When Eric finally walked into the kitchen and looked up he could see Jason casually holding his drink and looking at him confidently. "Sup, Eric. Here's your drink. Having a good time?" Jason asked casually. Karen, on the other hand, had guilt written all over her face and didn't make eye contact with Eric. She was not-so-casually rubbing one of her cheeks with the back of her hand while looking away and Eric noticed that her lipstick was smeared.

Eric was momentarily at a loss for words, several thoughts and feelings racing through his mind. Before he could say anything, Jason, who had grabbed a second drink from the counter, handed him another drink, "Come help me take these out to the other guys. Karen was just catching her breath in between rounds." Jason basically pushed Eric back through the doorway he had just come from and the two of them took the drinks to Shawn and Steph, leaving Karen alone in the kitchen.

"Eric, I'm glad you were finally able to come out and join us. Isn't this great? Beach, salty air, good drinks and hot girls." Jason said as the two of them approached Shawn and Steph. At this point, Steph was sitting on Shawn's lap, subtly grinding her ass against him while the two of them made out. They stopped when they were handed their drinks, Steph letting out a drunken chuckle and flashing a naughty grin.

"Yeah, it's definitely good to get away from the city. The drive over kind of tired me out though, so I think Karen and I might call it a night soon." Eric told Jason, who smiled, or more precisely smirked, in response.

A few seconds later, Karen walked into the living room, drinking heavily from her glass as if to build up courage. She stood next to Eric but didn't say anything as she listened to the conversations around her and kept drinking.

"Babe, I'm really tired from the drive and everything. You think we could call it a night?" Eric spoke softly to Karen, away from the others so they wouldn't interfere.

"What? Really? The party's just getting started babe." Karen complained, but Eric pleaded insistently, saying he hadn't really seen her these past couple of days. Karen looked at him and nodded. "Ok, let's go." She said.

The couple excused themselves from the rest, who kept trying to egg them on to stay, and retired to their bedroom. Eric put on his pajama shorts and t-shirt, thinking of what to say to Karen, until he just said it, "Karen, I know you've grown close to Jason lately, but I want to warn you that he's not really your friend. He's not who he says he is and he's been lying to you. I know that he's a drug dealer and that he paid for all of this with drug money. He's dangerous!"

Karen looked at him in disbelief, "I can't believe you'd make up something like that, Eric! Jason is NOT a drug dealer! Are you really that racist that you'd just assume all black guys who live in a neighborhood like ours do that kind of stuff? If you must know, he got a lot of money in a wrongful termination lawsuit a long time ago. He's a good guy and likes to share what he has with his friends."

"Wrongful termination suit? And you believe that?" Eric yelled out. He realized by Karen's angry look that he was not achieving anything by fighting with Karen, and he was more likely to alienate her this way, especially since he didn't have any concrete proof other than what he saw and never told her about. He lowered his tone, "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, any of that. I'm just tired; it was a long week at work. I also think that part of me is jealous that I haven't been here with you these last few days." Eric was sincere, and his words broke down Karen's aggressive stance. He approached her and took her hands.

Eric couldn't help but notice her sexy attire. While arguing, Karen had removed her dress and was now clad only in a sexy white bra with a matching white thong. The smell of her sweet perfume penetrated his senses. He leaned forward and kissed her, with Karen receiving the first kiss tentatively and then slowly responding in turn. Eric's kisses grew heavier, more passionate and filled with need. The thoughts that had pervaded his mind all day had disappeared and making Karen his was all that mattered.

The couple fell on the bed, urgently removing the few garments they had on. Eric began working his way to Karen's neck, always a favorite of hers, then on to her tender nipples, before finally making his way down to her wet pussy. He had missed her sweet, tangy taste and his tongue's exertions were able to make Karen moan the way he wanted to. He was going to prove to her that their sex life was back to the way it was before the problems started. His cock was rock hard and he wanted nothing more than to fuck his beautiful, radiant wife.

Eric raised himself and began prodding her pussy with his dick. Karen was so wet that he entered her immediately. He relished this feeling, having missed the sensation of being inside her, and this time he was going to make it last. He began fucking her hard, using all the movements and techniques that Karen had always squirmed with. He was in heaven. But something was off. Karen was not squirming and rolling her eyes back as usual. She was definitely fucking him back, and her look was engaging with eyes that showed Eric that she loved him, but he wasn't getting the wild, toe-curling response he always got. Even her moans were different. He was determined, though, and this time he was not going to blow his load early, so he redoubled his efforts, really giving it to her.

That's when he noticed it. Her pussy. The friction and grip that usually enticed his load from the first moment of penetration wasn't there. Eric thought he may be imagining things, after all he was fucking her fast, but he could have sworn her pussy was not as tight as it used to be. But that was impossible, he was just being paranoid, pussies don't just loosen up. He switched to spooning, her favorite position, and proceeded to give her the best fucking he could. She closed her eyes, licked three of her fingers and lowered them to her cunt as she began to rub herself. Soon both Eric and Karen were emitting nice long moans. She even reached back to kiss him lovingly every now and then.

They had been fucking for much longer than usual, even more than on their hot passionate nights, and Eric couldn't last much more. He didn't know how close Karen was to cumming as she still had her eyes closed and was rubbing herself constantly. She looked so sexy, lying on her side in front of him as he fucked her. He saw how she raised and spread one of her legs, the one with the silver ankle chain glimmering in the dark, and then slowly brought it back down, using her toes to rub across Eric's leg and thigh. He couldn't take it anymore and he burst, orgasming very hard inside Karen.

As soon as he finished cumming, she grabbed his face and kissed him many times. "Did you cum too, baby?" Eric asked hopefully.

"Yes, baby. I love you!" said Karen, unconvincingly, but in a very loving manner. She kissed Eric again. He laid his head on her bosom as he caught his breath. He felt so relaxed and satisfied, it took only a couple of minutes before he dozed off.

Eric awoke a few hours later and noticed he was in bed alone. The music was no longer blaring from the lounge, so he figured everyone had gone to bed. He assumed Karen was getting water from the kitchen or was in the bathroom. The drinks and sex had made him thirsty, so he decided to go to the kitchen and get something. He put on his pajama shorts and started for the dark hallway.

As soon as Eric stepped into the hallway, he was greeted by the sounds of moaning. 'Steph must be getting a good reaming by Shawn's amazing cock.' he thought to himself. Had he really just thought of the word amazing to describe it? 'I must still be half-asleep.' he thought to himself as he shook his head and kept walking. The sounds grew louder, but the female moans were muffled, as if she was biting into a pillow. 'Damn, she's really getting it!' he thought to himself and his dick began tenting his pajama shorts. As he passed closer to Shawn's room, however, his stomach sank as if though being dragged down by a falling iron anchor. The noises were not coming from that room, but from Jason's. His hands became sweaty and his breathing quickened.

'Wait,' he thought to himself, 'maybe it's Steph in Jason's room. God knows that girl has gotten slutty enough to go for any big black cock, regardless of who's it is. Shawn could also be in there banging her too for all I know.' He tried to see if he could push Shawn's door open to check but it was closed, and he wasn't about to turn that doorknob. He looked down the hall and could see that Jason's door was slightly ajar. He'd be able to peek inside and confirm if it was Steph getting fucked on Jason's bed. But with every step Jason took his heart beat faster; the knots in his stomach, the feelings of jealousy and insecurity which he had been having all day, were spreading like an epidemic inside him. He was almost at the door but his feet were dragging him down, almost unwilling to move.

"Fuuuck! It's so deep! Pushing my guts!" the female's muffled screamed was unrecognizable, the voice distorted by what must have been a pillow against her mouth, but Eric was close enough to make out what she was saying. The male's moans were constant, rhythmic grunts; whoever he was, he was clearly enjoying himself. Eric was so close he could hear the sound of wet, slapping flesh. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to know!! He had to know if it was his wife that was moaning like a whore while getting fucked by a big black thug! Eric's trembling hand slowly pushed the bedroom door open and he turned his head to look inside.

Chapter 15: Karen's View

Thursday afternoon. Three days earlier.

As Karen lay on her beach towel, with the soft warm sand below her and the sea breeze caressing her face, she was finally able to reflect on the day's crazy events. It had been so hectic that she had not had time to really process everything. Her thoughts finally drifted to the occurrences of earlier that day.

Karen had gone pale when she had seen Jason walk in through the door of their apartment earlier that morning. She had avoided him at all costs since the night of the barbeque. As soon as she saw him, the memories of that night, the sight of his huge black cock, its weight, texture, scent, all flooded back into her mind, conflicting feelings washing over her. It was difficult for her to look him in the eye. But nothing could have prepared her for what was going to happen next.

As she had finished packing, she had felt Jason close in behind her. She was about to push him away gently (without Eric noticing) when she suddenly felt one of his large strong hands grip her ass. She had gasped and started to panic. Eric looked up and saw her; Karen could tell he knew what was going on. Eric had always been possessive and jealous, so there was no way he would stand for this. The conflicting emotions inside Karen were massive: on the one hand, she could not deny her attraction to Jason, and feeling him grope her like that was making her pussy wet; on the other hand, she loved Eric, and for once he was finally in the room. He would be able to put a stop to this and protect her. Karen just hoped this didn't lead to a fight, since she didn't want to see Eric get hurt. Still, through her looks she was begging him to intercede.

Karen never expected what Eric did next. He simply looked down and pretended not to have noticed. Karen couldn't believe it! This was her husband, her protector! Instead, he busied himself, allowing Jason to continue to massage her ass unchecked. She felt so betrayed! Abandoned! How could he not care about what Jason was doing to his wife? Anger and disappointment began boiling inside Karen towards Eric. Karen didn't realize it, but on a primal, instinctual level, her subconscious experienced a fundamental shift, and Eric was being displaced by Jason as her perceived alpha male protector.