My body had just gained a mild tan too, and my long legs accentuated how silky smooth my skin was. My Gothic makeup was still on, and my log black hai... came down like a waterfall over my shoulders and curled at the right places.. Im ready, uncle Mike… I grabbed my towel and left for downstairs. Hey, joining me in here ? I got it all nice and bubbly uncle Mike said as he saw me going through the sliding door, Yeah its cold out today ! I wanna get toasty I giggled and got into the jacuzzi,. “Yes, please come in.” Stepping back a little bit, I entered as the door swung open. I noticed that the house was clean and neat. Sally was scantily dressed, and very nice looking. On his hands and knees, on the floor, was a nude male of about the same age as Sally, wearing only a leather collar. He looked very nervously at me. Sally spoke “You’ll have to excuse him a bit, he is very nervous about all this. Seems he was full of excitement right up until you actually arrived, now he is a bit. Monday morning rolled around in the blink of an eye.The concrete jungle of lower Manhatten lay glistening and steaming under the steady rainfall that fell from leaden skies as the working week got underway. As usual, everywhere you looked there was wall to wall traffic as I sat in my Lambo idly tapping my fingers on the wheel waiting for the lights ahead of me to change. To my left was a well worn yellow taxi with the driver looking as resigned as I felt as the minutes passed and no fucker. Trisha is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. She’s twenty five and married to a very good looking white guy. When they are together, spending time with their children, they present a perfect picture of interracial marital bliss. So when I heard that they were swingers with an open marriage and that her husband might not be the man who fathered her most recent child, I was reluctant to believe it. But then we were talking one day and one thing led to another, culminating in them.