Talking It Up With Jill Ch. 04 Pt. 01

We both watched Jill leave.

"Hey I'd have noticed if there was a problem with it!" I shouted as she was opening the front gate.

"You don't notice when I don't have it on!" she shouted back.

I looked over at Cedric.

"It's true," I deadpanned.

"Ha.. So why they got two rings?" he asked again.

"Well, like Jill said, one's the engagement ring, which you give a girl when you ask her to marry you. And the other is the wedding ring you put on her finger when you're getting married."

"Kinda like bling for the ladies then," he said.

"Kinda," I replied.

"I think fancy rings on a girl's fingers is hot, you know? Nails done up and all. Looks good."

For the rest of time we worked on the fence I thought of how what Cedric said was true about Jill. How her fingers and nails looked good with her rings on.

Later that afternoon, after Cedric left and before Jill was home, I got off masturbating to online pictures of a black man and a white wife, with her wedding rings very evident in the images. In one image her hand grasped his shoulder, in another, as she straddled him, it was shown as she reached down between her legs, gripping his cock, her rings sparkling.

Jill has such small elegant looking hands, especially with her rings on. I started imagining her as the object of desire of needful, lustful black males. In some situation where she inadvertently caused such a need to mate with her in order to relieve their pent up sexual tension, with Jill being Jill, a white wife and a respectable professional and conscientious, fair-minded and nonjudgmental person, making herself available to them.

I imagined them hesitant at first, not because she is married, but because of the aura of classiness she exudes, and Jill, making eye contact, offering her dainty little white hand to them. I imagined them politely taking it, her wedding rings sparkling. And she performs her duty as available white pussy with which to find sexual relief. I thought of my original fantasy and now imagined black hands gripping tight Jill's hips as their owner's semen pulsed up inside her. I was getting so light headed at the thought I figured it best to shut off the computer so I wouldn't come across bewildered and unable to concentrate on any conversation we might have once she got back.

That evening I cooked us a nice light dinner of Caesar salad and blackened mahi mahi and had roses waiting for her when she got home. It wasn't ploy of any kind. The romantic sentiment behind it was real, but after this morning and looking at those pictures online, I was feeling frisky. After we finished eating we sat talking over wine at the table.

"Wow, that was really good, Louis. I should be the one making dinner for you, you know," she said, twirling a rose under her nose as she smiled at me from across the table.

"Really? Why do you say that?"

"Because you've been working so hard lately. I know you wanted to get the painting done first, so, thanks for concentrating on the fence."

"It's important to me too" I said. "And it's a priority for you, so...."

Jill smiled.

"Would you be working so hard on it even without help?" she asked, placing the rose back in the crystal vase I'd bought for them.

"Of course," I grinned. "Seriously, I would. Those idiots busting it down was just a little bit of motivation." Jill stared at me. "Don't you believe me, baby?" I said, purposely raising my voice to high pitch.

"Ha!" she laughed. "I believe you."

"Good. So you gonna be around more next week also?" I asked.

"Probably. I might have a few of the girls over on the weekend to help with the pool house."

"Oh, hell," I grumbled.

"Hey! Why 'oh hell'?"

"Who?" I asked.

"Well, Chloe for one. And I'm not sure who else. Marie, maybe? We've evolved into sort of a mini book club lately, but it's usually an excuse to chat over drinks."

"Jesus, here we go," I said, laughing as I dodged a crumpled up napkin.

"You don't even know why you're saying that!" Jill smirked. "You're just trying to get my goat. Anyway, you like them." I shrugged and Jill made like she was going to throw her fork at me. "Besides, who else of my friends can talk sports with you? I don't even."

"Well, okay then," I said, looking away.

"They're coming over!" Jill grinned, knowing I was only kidding. "We won't be in the way. Oh, Nicole's probably coming also."

"Ugh!"

"Oh, you know you like her. She's as crude as you!" Jill teased.

"I think that's the only thing I like about her," I winked. "Ha... No...I like your friends," I said, getting serious again.

"You do? Oh, honey...I'm so glad. 'Cause I can't stand yours!" she laughed, winking as she sipped her wine. I noticed Jill was wearing both rings.

"So...no problems I take it?" I asked, nodding at her hand.

"Mmm?" she mumbled as she swallowed. "Oh, nope," she said, holding it up and tweaking it with her thumb. "And thanks for noticing," she grinned sarcastically.

As I looked at Jill holding her wine glass I suddenly felt flush. Visions of her tiny, wedding ringed hand gripping the wide shaft of a black cock as she guided it to her pussy flashed through my mind. There was no reason for her to be doing what I was envisioning other than the most basic one from my fantasy: Jill's presence has stirred sexual tension in some black man. He needs relief and she provides it. And in my vision she literally assists him in finding it.

I looked up at Jill, so carefree and nonchalant, which only fueled the sensation I was feeling. I gulped and smiled at something else we were talking about and tried not to think about it.

We continued with the banter for a while longer, then took our glasses outside and looked at the stars, then headed up upstairs for the evening.

I sat on the bed and watched Jill. She was in her bra and panties, sitting in front of her make up mirror taking out her earrings.

"What?" she said, noticing me. I didn't say anything. She studied me another moment. "Oh," she said with a knowing look, and set her jewelry down.

Jill got up and slowly walked over to me, putting a little sway in her hips and wearing a sexy grin. She stepped up between my legs and held my head against her breasts as I wrapped my arms around her waist. We stayed like that a moment. The long moment seemed like more of a hug, which was fine, but it had me wondering what she was thinking. I felt my blood pressure rise when I sensed she wasn't just holding me there, she was slowly grinding against me.

I looked up to see her looking back down with lust in her eyes.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked soft and innocently.

"Mmm," was all I could manage. Jill let out the slightest hesitant giggle at my response, as if she found joyous relief in it.

We maintained a sexy gaze at each other as she let me turn her around. Jill's body is a something to behold and one of the reasons I'm positive there is a God. One of the best things about her backside are those two little dimples just above the panty line. They're really accentuated when she arches her back, even just a little, not to mention her ass.

"l wanna play with this," I said, looking at her ass and then up at her.

"Yeah?" she asked softly, looking over her shoulder.

"Mh hm," I nodded, looking back down at it.

"Mm, I like when you do," she cooed, rubbing her hair up over her head with both hands and holding it there. "I like having you back there," she moaned as if in afterthought to herself.

I looked up at her. Jill seemed to be lost in a world all her own.

"Jill you are so fuckin' sexy," I whispered as I rubbed my hands over the sides and top of her panty covered ass as she slowly swiveled her hips in tune. I planted an angel kiss on one of those dimples eliciting a soft moan. I ran a finger under the side of her panties, from front to back, planting more angel kisses as I teased her like this. I was taken by surprise when she suddenly turned and pushed me back onto the bed.

I turned Jill over and we soon were scrounging out of our underwear. I watched as she reached down with her left hand and gripped my hard cock, rubbing the head up and down her labia to get it wet. I was struck by the sight of her ringed fingers wrapped over the top of my shaft, something I'd seen a million times but this time sent a wave of lust through me.

"That looks hot," I whispered, staring down between us.

"Yeah?" she asked, her voice all breathy.

I looked up at her. "Yeah...I like seeing your little fingers on me like that...with your rings on...it's sexy."

"Huh..." she half moaned, instinctively rolling her pelvis up higher against her. "I like hearing that. It's a first, but I like it."

"Yeah?"

She nodded up at me with passionate hunger.

"Put me inside you Jill."

She did and I slid in to the hilt eliciting a moan from both of us. Jill's inner thighs clamped down on me like a vice. I couldn't remember the last time she'd wrapped her legs so tight against me. We made love twice that night before falling asleep, our limbs tangled together.

The next morning we sat out on the patio, the sun breaking through the trees and birds chirping as we ate breakfast. The previous night had been so passionate, we seemed to be at a mutual loss for words. Just sitting there, looking at each other and grinning over mouthfuls of cereal. At one point she got up and took my bowl, leaned down and placed her mouth next to my ear.

"Two things," she whispered, "I love you. And, oh my God... that was the best sex of my life." She stood up, smiling and nodding at me as she walked away, a big silly grin on her face as she stepped in through the sliding door to the kitchen. I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Best...ever!" came her voice moments later from inside. She came back out with coffee and planted a kiss on my head, then sat between my legs and pulled my arms around her as we watched the rest of the morning.

"I have to go into the office this morning for a conference call," she informed me after a while. "No more than half hour tops. Maybe we can get a workout in after, then have lunch and maybe a swim later?"

"Sure, but...we gotta phone here why do you have to go in for that?" I asked.

Jill looked at me with bored eyes and shrugged.

"I wouldn't be senior partner if I didn't. Shouldn't be long."

"Okay," I said. The disappointment on my face must have been obvious, because Jill walked behind me and bent down next to my ear with her hands on my shoulders.

"You gonna be here when I get home, big guy?" she whispered seductively.

"'Course," I said, staring straight ahead.

"Good," she said, and then in even more of a whisper, "'Cause I'm still horny. You'll be all I'm thinking about while I'm gone."

And, knowing full well what it would do to me, Jill quickly stood up, stared at me and bit her lower lip as she walked away, removing her t shirt just as she reached the patio door leaving her in lose short shorts. She had no bra on and her sexy toned little back looked incredible as she whipped her shirt off and looked over her shoulder at me with a grin as she stepped inside.

That was enough for me. As soon as Jill left I headed into my office to delve back into my latest obsession.

In the process of my online searches I soon discovered a branch of the interracial genre termed "Queen of Spades." Virtually the idea behind it was of white women making themselves available to black men. It was kinky and it added an unexpected twist to the core principal of my original fantasy involving Jill.

The difference with this genre was these women were available to black men regardless of their relationship status. The sentiment was further emphasized by the photos of anklets I kept seeing, with a black spade dangling from them. There were more blatant expressions by some of the women professing to be such queens, with some of them sporting different variations of the symbols such as tattoos, in both discreet and obvious places on their bodies.

On the other hand, the tattoos were permanent and expressed a far more committed attitude to such a sexual preference I didn't care for. But, regardless of my personal preferences, clearly this was a fetish with many levels. The anklets however, stood out in such a way that I couldn't stop looking.

Whether one considered their intent or not, I thought the anklets looked hot. Especially on nicely shaped legs and toes with well manicured nails, like Jill's. All such pictures had women wearing high heeled shoes or pumps, which Jill looks spectacular in too. It was the perfect mixture of classy meets taboo. I felt the anklets with just the spade charm were more applicable in terms of my fantasy involving Jill. If Jill is queen of anything, it's turning a man on. Any man. When I pictured her wearing such an anklet in my fantasy, it seemed a kinky way of making that official by proclaiming her availability indiscreetly. The fact that it involved specifically interracial themes I must admit excited me too, based on my current internet viewing habits.

I was sitting there deep in thought wondering if Jill would ever wear one, when I heard her come home. I closed up what I was looking at and shut down my computer. I heard Jill calling for me, but her voice wasn't coming from inside the house.

Thinking she was already out by the pool waiting for me, I changed into bathing suit and headed out back when I heard her call me from inside the pool house. No sooner than I stepped inside then she ambushed me and pulled me down on the floor. The sex was quick, and we came within minutes.

"Wow," I said as she smiled up at me. "Wow."

"Yeah? You liked that?" she asked, maintaining eye contact as she reached down and pulled my suit up. I stood up, pulling her up with me.

"And how," I marveled as she adjusted her bikini and walked out.

"Your fault for the 'Wow' you gave me last night," she said over her shoulder.

"Sorry," I said.

"Don't be. I needed that."

Hmm, I thought. What an interesting, and very welcome to hear.

"I did too," I said, hurrying up behind her.

"Aaah!!!" she shouted as I grabbed her arms, plunging us both into the pool.

It was a nice afternoon. Warm and dry. We lazily hung out, mostly reading. Jill in her bikini, wearing her floppy garden hat and oversized sunglasses. At one point her wedding ring shimmered in the sun catching my eye and my mind wandered. I thought of catching Cedric watching her from the laundry room as she was now, propped up on her elbows while reading. I was sitting upright in my reclining chair, with Jill in her her right up next to me on my right. I reached over and ran my hand down her back, stopping just as my finger tips slide under her bikini.

She inhaled deeply, her shoulders rising and falling as she let out her breath, but otherwise still engrossed in her book.

"Hmph," I mumbled.

She turned and looked at me. I could see my distorted reflection in her giant sunglasses.

"Hmph, what?"

"Just thinking," I replied, eyeing my hand as I ran the tip of my middle finger up and down her lower back. "About last night," I said, glancing at her. "And the other day upstairs."

"What other day upstairs. There're so many." She smiled, slowly turning to her book again.

"What you said..."

"And what did I say?"

I didn't answer, instead gently running the back of my fingers up her back down under her arm, lightly brushing some side boob.

She exhaled gently. "If you're trying to tickle me it's not working," she said low under breath. I noticed her book now lay open in her hands.

"Oh, darn," I said flatly.

"I know what you're trying to do," she answered. "And I should warn you..." Jill's breathing picked up as I touched her.

"Still kinda horny?" I smiled.

"Mm hm, that," she grinned back.

"I'm a little tired but..."

"Aw, my poor baby," she said, rolling to her side and reaching up my suit leg. "Starting something you can't finish?"

I pulled the front of her hat down, and Jill squeezed my cock.

"Still works," I told her.

"So..." she said, taking off her hat. She rolled over onto her back looking up at me with her head in my lap and her knees propped up on the end of her chair. "What did I say?"

"'I know what you like'," I answered, twirling her hair in my fingers as I looked down at her.

"What do-?... oh..."

Again, I could see my reflection in those big sunglasses as I checked my expression.

"And...'I like having you back there'," I said. "I heard you say those words once before," I added, feeling myself getting lightheaded.

Jill stared up at me, as if studying me. She pulled her sunglasses down, squinting up at me, almost scrutinizingly, and tilted her head slightly, her eyes relaxing as it dawned on her. She reached up and caressed my cheek.

"Been thinking about something?" she asked softly.

"Something."

"That something?"

I nodded.

"Huh," she said, staring off.

She looked back at me.

I nodded again.

"Really?"

This time I just stared at her.

"Huh," she said again.

"Mad?"

She exhaled a smile. "Of course I'm not mad. Silly." She ran the back of her hand under my chin, up along the other side of my face, gingerly repeating the gesture as she smiled up at me. "Just...a little surprised, I suppose. And curious. But surprised."

"How so?"

"Mm, well, I guess I sort of just thought of that as a chapter in our... past." She looked up at me.

I pressed Jill's hand against my face.

"I suppose I felt the same."

"Hmm. Why do you think that is?" she asked, looking sincere.

"Mm...We've been talking about a family, honey," I said matter-of-factly.

Jill quickly sat up and planted a long passionate kiss on my lips, softly whispering "Oh baby" in between a few shorter kisses, then lay her head back in my lap. She looked away, then back up at me, biting her lip.

"Kind of a...iffy time to be indulging in this little fantasy of yours then. Isn't it?" she asked, squinting up at me with a cute little grin.

"Mmm," I groaned and pushed my crotch against Jill's head, looking down at her with lust in my eyes. Her grin widened into a smile of satisfaction knowing what that kinda teasing did to me. Then it faded.

"But...that word," she said. "Felt. You felt the same way." I nodded once more. "So what's changed?"

"Mm, I guess-"

"And I'm asking that," she added, "with those words you brought up in mind, the ones you said I said: 'I know what you like' and 'I like having you back there.' Remember I know you really well," Jill said, tapping a finger at my chest and then lightly off my chin.

"I know you do," I grinned down at her. "So, without getting into specifics, -"

"Get into them," she interrupted with a grin.

I took a breath.

"Without getting into them, I found something recently... I guess you could say stumbled onto it really...something that put a different spin on the fantasy I told you about." I paused, glancing down at Jill.

"Go on," she said, calmly reaching across herself to stroke my thigh.

"Yeah, and it kind of surprised me because, the reason for the different spin is something I hadn't really considered before. But then, thinking of you..."

"Louis I know you want to tell me all this in a certain way but I'm really wondering what it is you're talking about, so you know."

"I understand. You know how I first talked about things happening to you, and watching as they do?"

"And me loving the expression on your face as you watch me? And how I love that most of all?"

"Yes, babe," I sighed. Jill smiled, a gleam in her eye.

"And there's a new or different aspect of this?" she asked. "...that excites you? Wait. Obviously..."

I exhaled, nodding. "I didn't know this was a, a 'thing,' but online, I came upon this genre of it..."