Domestic Bliss



"It's so good to have you here." David had given her a little complacent smile as he sat down for his meal. "So good for us to have a weekend like a family should."

David's approved form of weekend seemed to consist of Dee racing round preparing meals and ferrying the youngsters to their various sports and social appointments. Meanwhile, David had been on the sofa watching TV or snoring his head off. Had all their weekends been like this until not so long ago? Until Saturday had become her day to be with her new man, with Shaka.

How she wished she could be with him right now. Back here she was just some sort of an unpaid domestic servant. Shaka knew how to treat her as a beautiful woman, as a sexual being, as someone desirable. He knew how to break her free of all the restraints, the suffocating bonds of 'propriety'. He knew how to let her express who she truly was. More than that - he relished his time with her and wasn't afraid to show it. He valued her.

"DEE!"

Oh no - he'd woken up again. What now?

"Maddy and Leah have left some toys in here. Can you tidy them up?"

Her blood boiled at it. It almost made it worse that he didn't know he was doing it. He just assuming that she only existed to make his life easier. Some men might deserve that, she knew one at least, but David wasn't one of them.

How she desperately wanted to be over in the Capital with Shaka right now, at this very instant. She never understood how desperately she needed him until she was forced to miss him like this. It had just been too dangerous - too close to the most fertile part of her cycle. If she had gone to him today there was a very real chance that she would have come back with new life growing within her. Their child. She knew all that but still, growing all through today, had been that longing, that need to be with him.

She felt a rush of desire pass through her. She fought with the conscious level of her mind to combat that most basic of desires. That most certainly could NOT happen. There were three reasons - young Davey, Maddy and Leah. Her marriage and David - she'd cast them aside in a heart-beat. That realisation caused a momentary shock for her but it was too obvious to even make a pretence of denying it to herself. However, there were the children. They were the game-changer. They were the reason she could never leave David, could never ... escape from this marriage.

She blinked back tears at something Davey had said to her. It had been just the other day. She'd asked him how he felt about the move, how he liked his new home and school.

He had thought carefully about it - as an eight-year old sometimes will. "I loved living at home, our old home, but I'm still glad we moved."

She had smiled at how serious he seemed. "Why's that Davey?"

"Because you are so much happier here."

She'd had to fight to keep the smile on her face. That was the thing about children, especially your own children. They could pick up on things very quickly. The most unexpected things. Davey knew that she was a lot happier but, thank goodness, he didn't know why. He didn't know it was because Shaka made her feel alive again, made her feel desirable and valued again.

Davey had seen it. Well, he was a sharp young man. In that he certainly seemed to take after his Mom rather than his Dad. David senior didn't seem to have noticed a darned thing - except that he had to look after the children one day a week. What about the girls? Well they were younger. It brought it home though. She couldn't blow their young lives apart by being selfishly stupid. She had to be so careful.

Her husband had accepted the 'professional development' story. He didn't like it - but he'd accepted it. She left every Saturday morning and returned late at night. That she could get away with. She just had to be SUPER careful.

But it was so darned difficult. She wanted to be with Shaka tonight, she NEEDED to be with him tonight. She was an addict needing her fix. Part of it was Shaka's fault. He'd made it clear he didn't like anything coming between him and his women. No condoms of course but also no diaphragms or pills, even morning-after ones. To be one of Shaka's women meant giving yourself up totally and unconditionally. She had agreed but sometimes it was so damned hard.

Walking the Walk

Dee was feeling positively over-dressed. She wore a little red dress that Shaka had picked out for her. Held up by a couple of the thinnest shoulder straps it plunged at the front to reveal plenty of side-boob and then hugged tightly to her curves until it ended about half-way down her thigh. The red was vibrant, demanding attention from anyone that saw it. She had to move carefully. In a dress like this you couldn't wear panties. Her shapely legs were bare down to a pair of moderate heels, a little treat she had bought herself.

She wore a necklace, almost a collar, of silver links. That had been another present from Shaka. Apart from her 'Shaka hoops' it was her only jewellery - well if you didn't count her rings of course. Shaka insisted she wore those whenever she was out with him.

All in all an outfit that would have had her husband spitting feathers of prudish outrage but Dee still felt positively over-dressed. It was all a matter of comparison. Her new friends, almost her new sisters in this new life, Georgia and Anna, were to blame. They both looked like street walkers!

Georgia was wearing a little black top - lace over the breasts and then perhaps four inches of latex laced extra tight. So she was showing an awesome cleavage just like Dee but you didn't need to look too hard to see the dark of nipple through that lace. The top also ended a good inch above her navel - leaving it and a lot of flat toned white stomach exposed. Dee had been around long enough now to know how a certain group of Black men loved to see that. It was almost a challenge to them. A beautiful white woman at their club flaunting her flat belly was a job only half done. If Georgia's top was tight then her pants were almost painted on. Black latex again with a belt at the top. The pants extended down to a couple of inches above her ankles - again leaving the pale skin exposed. That was no mystery to Dee either now. If you didn't leave your ankles exposed then how could a potential Black bull see your anklet? Georgia's had four little charms attached. 'I', then a heart to symbolise love, then a small black cockerel and finally the Queen of Spades motif. She wore black kitten heels that laced up at the front and left her toes exposed. There were Black guys that really loved a shapely pair of white feet too.

Izeye looked like the cock of the walk - not surprising really. He didn't just have Georgia on one arm but Anna on the other and she looked just as amazing. Her blonde hair hung down to her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. She wore her Master's collar and hanging from it was a top of black netting that clung tight to the upper part of her body and obscured almost nothing. Her breasts were barely covered by one thin strip of solid material within the mesh. The pale skin of her arms and shoulders was left exposed as was perhaps three inches above her skirt. That skirt was also black, of tight PVC, and came down only half way to her knees. Then there was another couple of inches of enticingly bare perfect pale skin before the black garters that held up her stockings. On her feet were a pair of kitten heels - black as well, save for the startling flash of scarlet from their soles. She had an anklet of her own, 'B', 'B' and 'C' along with that QOS symbol.

Dee might have felt that she had to up her game but for the reassuring presence of Shaka. She had learned to dress to please her man. He had made it clear that he liked her looking 'classy but available' when she was with him. He liked every man there to know that she was his and that made her proud.

The crowd at the club was pretty much all African-American with just a scattering of white and Hispanic women. The beats were heavy and unambiguously 'urban'. The DJ knew how to please his crowd. It was positively deafening. The evening had effectively been playing out as a silent movie for Dee since they had arrived! The light show illuminating and then hiding the hundreds of dancers.

Shaka was giving her all of his attention. Whew - it was quite a work-out! What was it they said about great dancers making great lovers. Well it seemed to work the other way too. She followed his lead and his movements, the grace and fluidity and power of his beautiful body. It was so damn good, such great fun, such a delicious taster for the evening to come.

Shaka was in charge but he wasn't a possessive man. You brought a fine white bitch to a club like this, a pick-up joint, and they were going to draw some attention. She'd been nervous at first but Shaka had told her it was OK. She'd got used to the men, one or two of them couldn't have been much more than half her age, coming to strut their stuff before her, to flaunt their ability, their strength, their athleticism. It was really very obvious that they all wanted to get in her panties real bad - well if she'd been wearing any that was.

There were still moments when she couldn't believe how her life had changed, even if only for one day a week. Here she was pinned between two truely gorgeous young Black men, feeling the hard bulges pressing into her belly and her back. They were so handsome and so hot and they SOOOO wanted to fuck her. Quite a change from a couple of days ago when she'd been juggling work prep with making the evening meal, arranging her children's social schedules and making sure David's work clothes were ready for the morning. Honestly, couldn't he even do that for himself. She forced him out of her mind - she'd wasted enough of her time on him already.

***

Earlier that evening she'd been introduced to another aspect of their new lifestyle. Not every man was like Shaka or Izeye - strong, powerful, effortlessly in control. Not every man was like David - weak, hesitant, lacking the courage to follow up their feelings. There was another type of man - ones she really couldn't quite understand.

This was the first time she had met Anna's husband. When the women had met the first thing they had done was go shopping - well why not! First for clothes and then to a rather specialist store. Anna and Georgia had spent quite some time before making their selection. It was a small metal device, almost like a cage. It was shaped like a small drooping penis. Attached to it was a lock and key.

Georgia had been very matter of fact about it. "Well Anna here is married to Kent. Kent got to thinking that he would like to see Anna there with a Black man. What he didn't know was that Anna shared that desire, had done so ever since she started noticing how much sexier they were than men like Kent, white men."

"Hang on," said Dee, "her husband wanted to see her make love to another man?" That didn't sound right - what sort of a man would want to do that?

"Well you see Kent thought that he was in charge - he'd never really considered Black men as any possible competition with sweet little Anna there. So when he was watching those videos, have you heard of the 'Blacked Raw' series, he just couldn't resist the idea of his cute little wife starring in them. Isn't that right Anna?"

"Oh yes," giggled the younger woman, "I always thought he was working on reports when he locked himself into his study-room!"

"Yes, Kent was stroking himself silly thinking about his lovely young blonde-haired green-eyed wife being ravaged by a Black street thug, well preferably a gang of them."

"Oh my goodness," Dee couldn't believe it. I mean she knew Black men would just love to get their hands on Anna, she was such a little honey, but what was her husband thinking - how could he ever hope to compete?

Georgia continued. "Kent is a senior executive - even if it is only in the family property development concern. He was sort of used to being the 'big dog' - that is until he met Izeye."

Anna giggled away to herself. "I thought he was going to crap himself - he was going all red in the face. I'm not sure until that moment that even he knew what it was he really wanted. But my Master saw through him straight away."

"What do you mean?" Dee was still having some trouble getting her head round this. Anna's husband KNEW that she was going with Black men - had even encouraged her to do so. What sort of a man was he?

"Kent is what we call a cuckold - now normally our Master doesn't want anything to do with cucks. They want to watch or even get involved. That isn't our Master's style at all - not Shaka's either I'm sure."

"So our Master laid down the rules. He doesn't get to watch or even to come out with us. He also doesn't get to do some other things." Georgia's finger nail tapped the small metal device meaningfully.

"Oh." It wasn't too often that Dee was lost for words but this was one of them.

***

Their next stop was at Anna's home where her husband was waiting for her. Izeye found a beer in the fridge and sat down to watch the game on the TV. He left dealing with Kent to his girls.

Kent was about thirty, looking a good few years older than his lovely wife. His sandy-blonde hair was beginning to recede, his stomach was starting to expand. He was well-dressed with intelligent brown eyes. He looked like millions of other white men. He didn't act like them though.

"Strip." That was Anna. Taking no nonsense and brooking no arguments. Dee was taken by surprise a little. Anna had always come across as a sweet little thing. This was a new side to her.

Kent didn't hesitate - he quickly removed his clothing and stood in front of the three women. For a moment he looked at Dee and she realised that he had no idea who she was. She was feeling a little confusion herself. What was going on here? She saw Kent's cheeks blush and he hung his head in apparent shame. However, she also saw something else. His pink penis had been hanging down limp but now it was growing and was almost at half-mast.

"Look at that," exclaimed Anna in mock outrage, "what a naughty boy! But at least now our friends can see what the problem is. That sort of thing has to be kept under control but our old cage was just a little too large. This one will be more appropriate, more ... restrictive."

Kent flashed a glance at his wife. Dee had almost expected him to show anger or fear. However, the look spoke more of desperate longing. He was getting off on it! As if to confirm that fact Kent's penis was now standing up proudly against the round swell of his gut.

This was not something that Dee could really get her head around. However, she had a strong suspicion that her friends were not finished yet. Georgia was sending her glances that were almost gleefully conspiratorial.

"Now then honey, before we put on the cage we have to talk about something." Anna's voice had become silkily seductive. "You know why you have to wear it don't you?"

"Yes mistress."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a little coward."

"That's right - you are scared of even such a teeny-tiny little procedure." Anna moved her fingers in a scissors gesture. "But I love my little boy so much that you don't have to go so long as you wear your cage. Doesn't that show just how much I love you?"

"Yes Anna, thank you Anna."

"So long as you are a good little boy and wear your cage when I am here then no-one will be tempted into making a silly mistake"

Anna's tone was stern but affectionate - like that of a nurse or a teacher rather than a wife. However, it seemed that Kent couldn't get enough of it. His eyes shone with devotion as he looked at her. He hung on her every word like a devoted puppy.

"Now honey, you remember what my Master told you when we first met - about how a Black Master expects to fuck his girls with nothing between them. About how we could use the CycleBeads instead."

Kent nodded.

"Well dear - so you know I've been doing that. However, those Beads can be used for something else can't they?"

Kent moistened his lips with his tongue. he was hanging on her every word with a desperate intensity. Did he already know where this was going and how did he react to that? With dread or desire? Did even he know any more? He just croaked out, "To know when you are most fertile Anna."

"Well done sweetie, that's right. Well you know I've wanted to start a family for two or three years now. You didn't want to just at the moment. Well, I have some news. My Master has agreed to do the job for you. Isn't that great!"

"Oh God," gasped Kent. He was breathing quickly - in shallow gasps. His cheeks were flushed. His eyes still shone with that almost desperate desire as he looked at his beautiful young wife.

Anna knew she had him - it only remained to confirm the fact. "So my Master has agreed - under one condition. Obviously it has to be OK with you - you ARE supposed to be my husband after all. So you'll be committing yourself to working hard to support us and to doing plenty of child-minding while Mommy is out having fun!" She pulled on a latex glove. Dee saw Kent's cock twitch just at the sight of the glove. It was almost pavlovian!

Anna reached out and took a gentle hold on his hard shaft. "So we just need confirmation that you are happy about this. That you understand that I have wants and needs that you just can't fulfil as a little white boy. That YOU want and need them just as much." Her fingers began gently moving up and down the shaft. "You know how I want you to show your agreement don't you honey. You just need to cum - the way that you know you want to. Then I can go and start our new family. You just need to shoot that little white load of yours to show how much you want it. You do want it don't you?"

Kent's mouth dropped open a little. He closed his eyes and his breathing became ragged. It was clear that this was an incredibly intense moment for him. He closed his eyes.

Anna moved her hand up and down his hard penis a little quicker and leaned in to almost whisper huskily into her husband's ear.

"That's right little man. Imagine how wonderful it will be. Imagine how beautiful I will look. My belly all swollen up with my first baby, my first Black baby. Then, later, when she is feeding - how wonderful that is going to be. We'll have to tell your family and friends that she is adopted but I think most of them will guess don't you. They'll guess your beautiful white wife has got herself Black bred. If they don't - well I suppose when the second or third..."

"Uuhhhhhuuunhhhh," moaned Kent as he came. His semen spurted out into a wad of tissue thoughtfully held in place by his wife.

"There ... isn't that better. Now we've made the decision. Since you've been such a good boy..." Anna leaned forward and chastely kissed her husband's sweaty forehead. "... let's get you nice and cleaned up so we can put your new cage on." She stood and led her husband out towards the bathroom.

***

On their way back Dee finally could express some of her feelings on what she had just seen.

"I'm having some problems processing this. How on earth did Anna persuade him..."

Georgia cut her off with a laugh. "She didn't have to persuade HIM! He was the one who started this and, as Anna said, my Master saw through him straight away. Now Kent is getting just what he wanted all along - even if he didn't want to admit it - and Anna is getting just what she needed all along - even if she didn't know it."

Dee pondered again. Anna seemed to have got everything sorted out. It wasn't so easy for her. She knew David very well. This was something that he would never ever accept. He was a weak man in many ways but despite that, or perhaps because of that, he would never allow himself to be put in the position of submission that Kent seemed to crave so desperately and enjoy so whole-heartedly. David would never accept her relationship with another man - let alone get off on it. She had to find a different way forward, if there was one.
That was clear - if there was a way to make her new life work then it wasn't the way taken by Kent and Anna. She wasn't a hypocrite - she realised she was in a very fragile glass house to be throwing moralistic rocks around in. If it worked for them then who was she to gainsay them. She was uncomfortably aware of a feeling of envy towards Anna. Not because of the nature of her relationship with her husband but because she didn't have to hide. She could be with her man, her Master, she could express her love for him in any way she desired. Even by having his...

She shook her head. It didn't matter what Anna could do. Her own circumstances with David were completely different. Anna's way just could not be for her. Instead, she would just have to be so careful.

A Few Weeks Later

Dee held onto him, felt the warmth and power of his muscular back, felt his own arms holding her just as tight, felt his questing mouth exploring hers as he fucked her. It was at times like this that Shaka felt almost like an elemental force, the embodiment of lust, of his lust for her. She still found it hard to take in sometimes. Couldn't quite believe that it had happened. That a man like him had such feelings for a woman like her. It wasn't so long ago she'd just been a soccer mom, teaching her classes and running her home. Like millions of others - in a routine that looked set to stretch on for ever.

Not any more. Now she was Shaka's woman. She craved him when she wasn't here and she desperately savoured the sweetness of every moment when she could be with him. She'd been worried before - desperate not to destroy her old life. Now she knew that she would willingly sacrifice almost anything to be with him. Not her children of course, but she had come to hope, however fantastically, that a way could be found around the issue if it arose. Her husband would just have to accept it - or the children and her would move up here - or something... She had always been a very practical woman but that practicality seemed to go out the window when she was with Shaka. When she was with her man.

Otherwise she wouldn't be here today - in his bed. It was the absolutely most risky, most dangerous, most stupid time to have her Black lover in her bare. Or, to put it differently, the day with the most potential - potential to create new life and to destroy for ever her old one.

She had a calendar - she had known it every day since they had arranged to meet. She had even thought of ringing him to try to explain, to try to re-arrange. Just as she had when it had happened before. But she hadn't. Instead she was here - in his arms and feeling the power of his body as he took her, made her his again. Maybe made her his for ever. She hadn't been able to deny him, hadn't been able to deny herself.

She felt herself shiver at the thought - fear or passion? The two could sometimes be so inter-twined that you couldn't distinguish between the two. Then there could suddenly seem no distinction between the two. She was giving herself to him in the deepest strongest way and that was what she wanted to do, what she desperately NEEDED to do. To thank him for giving her life colour and spice and meaning again. She really couldn't deny him - anything or everything.

He was holding her tight now and she felt his warm breath on her skin. He was a prime specimen of manhood but he never held back in his love-making with her. Every time felt like the first - every time felt so damned good. There was no way she could go without this now.

He pushed himself up with his arms as he continued to pump away into her, his hips now taking long fluid motions that threatened to turn her world upside down. She looked into his face - knew that was what he wanted. Their eyes met and that amazing spark was there again, as it always was. He looked magnificent - so beautiful and strong and assured and confident.

He'd been talking about giving her his baby for a long time. They actually hadn't been together before on a day like this one - a really risky one, a really fertile one. But this time they were and he knew it. He knew that he could be making her his baby-momma, his latest baby-momma. She felt the wave of lust rush through her body again. Mother Nature wanted her to do her duty - to take the seed of the alpha male and make a beautiful new baby.

He knew what she was thinking - he so often did. They were so different but he seemed to just know...

"Where do you want it - my beautiful little bitch?"

He didn't usually ask. He normally just fucked her to its natural, perhaps its only proper, conclusion. Sent her home with his seed deep in her body to share her bed with her husband. She knew why he was asking this time - he felt it too. Felt that IT would happen today. Wanted her to accept that too.

"In me ... in me ... please."

It was automatic - it was simply an acceptance of his right. He had given her so much and in that moment of lust she forgot everything else. She wanted to give him this.

She stared up into his eyes. She saw his mouth tighten a little and then he moved. He leaned back, pulled out and almost immediately he came. Long strong powerful spurts of semen. Four, five, six, seven, finally he grunted and gasped for breath.

Her body was covered by his seed. Her belly, her breasts, she had even felt its warmth on her chin. She was shocked - looked down at it all - imagined it in her body. Knew what the result would have been. Knew how his mind and body had worked together to produce it - fuelled by his desire to have her, to put his baby into her. The oldest and strongest passion, hard-wired into every one of us. And yet he had pulled out...

"Damn," was all he said as he dropped beside her. Even he seemed shocked.

"Why?" It was all she could say.

He paused a moment, gathering his thoughts and his breath. "I'm your man - it's my job to protect you, to look after you. You got babies at home and I can't be ruining that for you. I got to be satisfied with as much of you as you can give me. At the moment you can't give me that - tho I'm loving that you wanted to. But you would have come to regret it. When you do give me that then you'll have to be ready. You ain't just one of my bitches girl. Since the first time I saw you I've known we had a connection and every time its got stronger and better. I can't risk that. If it was just that fool" - he meant David - "it'd be different. I'd have you here then. But there's yo babies. So I have to be a real man - accept my responsibilities."

It was a long speech for him - it showed how much he'd been thinking about this. She wondered if even he had known what he would do until that last moment. Either way he had made his decision now and she knew he would stick by it. He had realised how much she would sacrifice for him but he had decided he did not choose for her to do it. At least not yet. He had been strong for both of them - had made the decision for both of them. She reached for him and held him - knew that he was her man more than ever now. That she belonged to him more than ever now.

After a few long moments in each other's arms Shaka spoke. "Girl - we need a shower."

***

She luxuriated in the warm water flowing across her body. In the strong Black hands soaping her every inch, every curve of her. Watched his face, a mixture of pleasure and concentration, as he made sure to pay attention to every part of her from head to toe. It was a different side of him - a caring side to that rough tough exterior. It wasn't a soft side - there was no weakness to it. It might just be the care a man took in a prized possession - though she thought and hoped that it was more than that. Either way he had given a part of himself to her too and she felt blessed to have found him. Shaka had said he was going to be her man and he was her man.

He finally seemed satisfied. He took her and kissed her forehead.

"Gotta get you back - but I don't want to. You know that don't you."

She nodded. They didn't need to say any more.

Uncovered

They had got into a routine on her weekend visits to her man. There was a secure parking area just before you entered Shaka's main turf. She would leave the Odyssey there and he would be waiting to collect her. It had become part of the ritual. She left behind her everyday life, left behind her husband, and joined her man. She would already have changed at the last rest-stop coming into the city. Put on his jewellery and the clothing that he had selected for her or that she had bought especially to please him.

The only exception, of course, were her rings. Shaka insisted she wore them both. He liked to see them - to know that a white boy had been fool enough to think he could be good enough for Dee. Her husband might not know it but the fact she was with Shaka, fucking him, proved just how wrong the dumb cracka had been.

Dee had felt badly about it at first - badly about it all. Had to live with the fact her desire could overwhelm what she knew was the right thing to do, what she had been brought up to do. Had felt guilty when she returned home to David. No more. Now she remembered every time he ignored her, neglected her, seemed even not to notice her. Every time he had thought she was some kind of a servant or existed solely to make his life easier, more comfortable. Every time he had performed his laughable version of sex before grunting and leaving her alone and unsatisfied. Every time he had put his needs above hers - just assumed that was the way it should be.

No. Now just seeing that ring didn't remind her of her vows to him, of those years they had been happy together. Now it reminded her of how much Shaka loved to see it on her finger when he made love to her, when he fucked her, when he owned her. Also made her yearn to be his all the time - to tell the world who she really was now, to be free to be her true self.

There were three reasons that wouldn't be happening any time soon. But they were the best reasons. When you were a parent you made sacrifices. Shaka was making a big one too - she knew how much he wanted to have a child with her, had heard him talk about how beautiful their daughter would be. Well that wouldn't happen now. That didn't make Shaka defeated or weak. That made him a true man, a strong man, HER man. if David said he'd kill for her or die for her then it would sound ridiculous. She KNEW that Shaka would do both those things for her and not hesitate - but he also never needed to say it. That was who he was - Shaka, HER Shaka.

Shaka parked up and looked at her. They shared a moment and another longing kiss that she never wanted to break.

"You know not every country wears their bands on the same hand." Shaka looked at her. "I know you got to wear his. But I thought we could be European style. Then you can wear mine too." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box. "Don't want it too fancy - just to send a message every time you see it yeah."

It was a rose gold eternity ring with black onyx cabochon. It wasn't showy but it looked handmade and it meant everything. When she couldn't wear his hoops she would always be able to wear his ring. She couldn't shout it to the heavens but it would always be there to remind her who her real man was. She put it on and felt its fit.

"You like it."

"I never want to take it off."

No more needed to be said and they kissed again. Suddenly Dee felt his body tense a little. Shaka pulled back from her, his eyes fixed on his side-mirror.

You learned that around Shaka. He had grown up on some dangerous streets and he was always alert to his surroundings.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Don't look over your shoulder but two lines back to the right. See the red Hyundai? With the woman seated in front. Strange to see someone just sitting there."

"Well we are."

"As we were last week and the week before. So was she - least ways she surely was last week and I got a real feeling I saw her the time before too. Too much of a coincidence."

Dee still felt it was probably just that.

"Doesn't mean violence or we wouldn't have seen her - and she doesn't look the bill. Not that the good ones ever did. Can't be the five-oh. Should all be very cold cases by now, either processed or beyond the statute, and anyway they're never sending the same tail in the same vehicle three straight weeks. So it might be a private operator - working to get information on me or more likely on you."

Dee felt her blood run cold. That would very much fit the bill. David had grumbled about 'all her meetings', had asked why she needed to spend so much time away from home. If he had suspicions he wouldn't confront her. No, he would try to make sure of his evidence first. Put himself on the strongest possible ground and then set lawyers on her. It would be just like David - wanting to bully her but too much of a pussy to dare do the job himself.

"If she is a P.I. then she's very new or very shit. She still looking straight at us - should have gone soon as I eyeballed her. Whoever hired her must be a fucking idiot."

'Just like my husband - he'd even fuck that up,' thought Dee.

Shaka opened his door. "Get out babe. She's seen enough to know we a couple. Let's give the bitch a show."

She went to him and there, in front of her vehicle, they kissed - kissed hard and long and deep. Made it real clear that they weren't just friends or relatives. They were lovers. Dee felt strong hands on her buttocks and then one moved to raise her skirt. Long Black fingers teased her bare pussy and then slipped inside. She didn't care - let her man show the world who she belonged to.

He was smiling again when he offered her his fingers to suck and lick clean of her own self. It was deliciously depraved - out in public like that. She wished she could see the peeper but Shaka was looking that way.

"Is she still there?"

"Yeah - can't look too clear tho cos the bitch is staring at us like her eyeballs would pop out. Dee - you ever done any acting?"

"Why?"

"Because she 's no threat to me but you need to know before you go back. Otherwise you'll have it hanging over you. Not that fine bitches can't be P.I.s but something about her says that ain't what we dealing with here. I think its OK but you need to know. Otherwise it's gonna eat at you."

***

Shaka cranked up the volume on his stereo as he left.

He considered what had just happened. He almost wished the woman in the Hyundai was a damned investigator. It would solve a lot of problems. Just went to show that his usual rule of not taking on a chassy with kids was the right one. However, Jessica had made him curious about this one and when he'd set eyes on her he'd not been able to resist. He'd never seen a white woman who needed taking in hand so bad before. Needed his hand on her butt, his mouth on her lips and his baby in her belly. Got two out of three just about whenever he liked to call - the third was proving a little more difficult but he'd get there.

In any case every problem could also be made an opportunity. He'd already got one wife and he didn't need another. Linda didn't have a problem with him having a night or two a week with his shorties - just so long as she and her kids always came first. He'd met her when he'd been working security for Mr Taylor so she'd always known the score. Anyone messed with her then they'd have to settle an account with Shaka. His bitches, shit, they was under his protection but he wasn't jealous about them and he wasn't exclusive. That was an important lesson for all of them. They might think they were crazy for Shaka, and they was, but that was just part of being crazy for Black Cock and ultimately for most of them that meant most any Black cock they could get.

Didn't mean any old nigga could just knock up one of his bitches without his approval. That was why he'd been keeping Dee to himself up to now. He liked the way she'd took his rules so seriously, hadn't snuck off to no clinic and got herself on the pill. He liked that a lot - liked the commitment it demonstrated. Shit, girl could've been going home to that no-account white boy with Shaka's baby already growing in her belly tonight. Shaka felt his cock stir in his pants. She was a premium piece of ass - couldn't deny that she got to him like the run-of-the-mill hood-rat couldn't nowadays.

He also couldn't deny he liked the challenge too. White girls were usually so easy. This one required a little finesse - first to get her into his bed and then later to get her where she needed to be. Best if they could do it without breaking up her family - well the husband wouldn't be no loss but the children were another matter. They were really the only thing that could lure Dee back into the safe tedium of her old life.

That was why he had re-assessed and made a strategic withdrawal, so to speak. He'd agreed to Dee visiting a certain clinic over there. Dr Nikola would set her right. Get her on the pill and keep her informed and tested. That was going to be necessary because, as the next stage of her 'education', a certain white teacher-lady was going to be getting a whole lot of nigga cock.

Shaka tapped his steering-wheel with his finger as the heavy beat boomed out of his speakers. Now he had to go get young Jamal his birthday present. Turn up without that and Linda would give him merry hell!

***

Dee watched Shaka go and waved before fishing into her bag for her phone. She made a show of trying to use it, of trying again, of acting frustrated. She turned it on and off again and then she cussed loudly. Finally she looked around her and seemed to notice the red Hyundai and its occupant.

The woman wasn't Dee's idea of a P.I. either. Perhaps thirty - long blonde hair pulled back in a tight pony-tail. Lightly-tanned skin and something of an expression of terror as Dee approached. For a moment it looked like she would gun her engine and run away but instead she just watched as Dee came to her window and gently knocked on it.

The window edged open about an inch.

"I'm sorry - my phone has died on me. Could you help me out by calling my husband for me?"

"Your husband - did he forget something? I saw him leave."

Dee feigned a moment's anxiety and then, seemingly reluctantly, admitted, "That wasn't my husband. That was my man."

This woman was not a P.I. That was obvious now. She was flustered and her cheeks were glowing a vigorous pink.

"I ... um .... he ... um .... I just ... errr .... kinda assumed. Um, sorry ..." Her voice tailed off.

Dee decided to play her and Shaka's hunch. After all if the woman was a detective then they were cooked anyway. "My name's Dee and that's Shaka. Fine isn't he?"

"He's amazing." The woman suddenly seemed to fold up in embarrassment again. "I mean, I don't know what I mean, I'm sorry - I know he's your boyfriend."

"He's nobody's boy - he's his own man." Dee was confident now - she knew what the situation was.

"Oh yes - I'm sorry."

"Do you want to talk about it - I can see your rings. Can I assume your husband isn't giving you what you need?"

"What! Yes, of course...." The woman's face seemed to droop - a picture of misery and fear. "No, no my husband doesn't seem to care any more."

"And your husband is white. Can I guess he's a software engineer."

"No, no, Brett is in real estate. He works long hours and he has a secretary..."

"So you think it's your fault - you don't think its because he's a dumb-ass who's too stupid to see how lucky he is to have you. You want to talk about this - you look like you need to talk to someone. Hey, I don't even know your name!"

"I'm Lisa Pearson. It WOULD be good to talk to someone - I've been weighed down by this for so long."

"You think you're the only one - I used to be the same. My husband didn't have a Secretary or whatever but I think only because he's too damned boring. Didn't have the initiative or the imagination!" Dee tried a little laugh. Lisa didn't quite join her - but at least the other woman no longer looked on the brink of bursting into tears. "So why have you been watching us?"