THE RIDE

 

"Scott," Gerald said to me, "What say that you let Danielle ride with us a while. We need to catch up on things. We all think it would be a much better trade. Help break up the trip for all of us. We'll trade back a little further up the road. We have to stop for gas in a little over an hour anyway. Lewis can ride with you."

"I'd think anyone would like that trade," I agreed. I know Danielle; she was tipsy enough that she would bristle if I acted like I didn't want her to ride with Gerald. It has been months since we had gotten together, and I knew even some suggestive conversation would perk her up. I also knew too that if I didn't agree she wouldn't be any fun on the trip in the mood she was in, but I deferred to her. "If she wants too," I said.

Danielle shot me a stern glance, for an instant and then smiled a warm smile, with just a hint of condescension to her voice. "I'd love to do that if you guys don't mind."

They chorused they didn't mind. They were parked two aisles away from my pickup. I watched the three of them step into the small SUV. The back seat was half-empty and nested back against the rear window, bags taking the other half. The seat behind the driver was also crammed with luggage and a glass showcase of some sort. Reginald got under the wheel, while Gerald opened the front side passenger door and moved the showcase to the front. Gerald held the side door and he said something to Danielle. She stopped for a second and climbed into the back and passed the bags there to Gerald, who positioned them in the empty rear seat. Gerald joined Danielle in the back seat.

I followed them as we turned onto the interstate.

Trying to make conversation, I asked Lewis, "Why are you going to Detroit."

Lewis hesitated, but had a good buzz going and ignored my question, then asked me bluntly. "How is it you know my brother?"

I stammered for a politically correct answer. I didn't think I could come right out and say, "My wife had a black fantasy and Gerald fucks her whenever we can get our schedules worked out." Instead I said, "We party with him sometimes."

Lewis smiled, "I thought so. I didn't pick up on it at first, and then I saw how your wife and Gerald were looking at each other. She likes getting a little chocolate from time to time, don't she?"

"Yes, she does," I said, "We play around in the lifestyle a little. We're not hardcore though. Just recreation for us."

"Amen to that," Lewis laughed, holding his hand up for a high-5. "The reason I was asking, you ever heard of "Down and Dirty in Detroit?"

"No I haven't," I admitted.

"Well it is a swinging get together, with a couple of online interracial groups meeting there too. Gerald got it lined up for us. I've played in the lifestyle some too." He laughed aloud, "But that damn Reginald ain't ever done anything like this before. He's gonna go crazy."

As I watched Gerald put his arm around my wife and pulled her over closer against him, as if he had just told a joke. But when he pulled her over she didn't move away.

"Reginald wanted to go with us because he ain't ever got any white pussy."

As I spoke Gerald turned Danielle's face to his and kissed her, a several mile long kiss.

 

I don't know what I expected. I didn't know whether to be mad or happy, or just complacent. But watching her start making out with someone less than 10 minutes after getting on the road was-well things were moving faster than I had anticipated.

I didn't have any major objection, honestly, but it was uncomfortable with Lewis beside me getting a front row seat. "Looks like Danielle's trying to make the drive go faster," Lewis commented. He looked over at me and could see the strain on my face. "You ok ain't you?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," I answered.

"Well what did you expect when she got into the car with him?" Lewis asked, "Especially looking so hot in that top." I saw a couple of SUV's pass me and pass Gerald's vehicle ahead. Lewis kept looking ahead, "Don't worry, the side windows of that vehicle are almost black, you can't see through them."

My cellphone rang. It was Danielle. "Hi baby, are you enjoying the show?"

"So far," I said. "Is that it?"

"No, just starting-unless you tell me no right now."

"Why would I tell you no?" I said. "Have fun." That was when I knew she was going to get sexual quick with Gerald in the back of that SUV rolling up I-75.

Through the rear window Lewis and I could watch as Gerald untied and slid Danielle's blouse down her arms. I could see my wife's bare shoulders. Gerald's head disappeared, and she laid her head back on the seat. In that position I could see that Reginald had changed his rearview mirror and was watching intently. I could still see one of Gerald's hands visible on the seat back.

From the position I knew that Danielle's sensitive nipples were getting sucked and kissed.

I could see Danielle squirming around in the seat, and then Gerald's head and shoulder reappeared, sitting straight in the seat. I watched as Danielle slid her arms completely out of her top, getting topless from the waist up, although I could not see anything except her pale bare shoulders, the movement was unmistakable.

Gerald started moving around and Danielle's head went out of sight, in the direction of his lap. His arm, the one that had been around her shoulder on the back of the seat, now disappeared from sight.

Lewis had a wide grin when I glanced over at him. "Looks like Gerald is in the lucky seat right now. I am envious." I saw Gerald's head lean back on the seat, and I could see Reginald adjusting the rear view mirror to watch my wife giving what I knew was one fine blow job.

There wasn't a lot of movement other that, I followed the vehicle in front, knowing what was going on, or at least strongly suspecting it. Eventually Gerald raised his head up, looking down and threw his head back again, hard and then stiffened his body.