Learning

Yusuuf stepped into the bath, his large, semi-hard black cock swaying back and forth. He offered his hand and Elizabeth took it. They laid down in the hot water, the bubbles enveloping them as the hot water relieved their muscles.

"So tell me about yourself, Elizabeth," Yusuuf ordered simply, taking a drink of cold spring water. Her hands rubbed at his feet and ankle. The contrast in skin tone was so ... mesmerizing.

"I'm pretty boring, actually. I grew up here. Did beauty pageants as a kid. My dad was a lawyer, so I think it was always presumed I'd marry a lawyer. I went to church. I was a cheerleader in high school. Douglas snapped me up when I turned 19. I haven't been to college. I've never done anything that wasn't expected of me or planned for me. I take care of the kids, I stay in shape, I please my husband," she said. God, she sounded lame, she thought. Yusuuf considered her for a long moment. His thighs parted, and she could see his big black cock twitch beneath the waters of the bath.

"Did you ever want anything different for your life?"

"I mean. I was happy. I am happy. It isn't all sunshine and rainbows. It can be boring. And Douglas is a good man but ..."

"His performance isn't great," Yusuuf finished. She nodded.

"How about you, Yusuuf?" He sat back, rubbing the white wife's legs, inspecting her.

"Every day has been a struggle. We fled our homeland with nothing but the clothes on our back. When we got here, there was peace. But there was prejudice. I had to learn a foreign language. And my reward was to hear the hate. Hate because I'm an African. Hate because I'm Muslim. I finally worked long enough and hard enough to earn my own gas station. And I still have to endure the hatred from people think I just get benefits. But I will survive. And I'll throw it all in their faces." Elizabeth would make a very nice piece to that plan, he thought.

He rang the bell Douglas had thoughtfully left in the bath. Douglas came in.

"Towels for your wife and I," he ordered simply. Douglas retrieved the lush thick towels. He helped Elizabeth get dry while Yusuuf dried himself.

"Elizabeth," Yusuuf said.

"Yes, Yusuuf?" Elizabeth asked, her eyes flitting to his big black cock.

"Wedding band off, please. When we are together, you are not married." She hesitated.

"Yes, Yusuuf."