Chapter 8
The postal van cruised into the neighbourhood and now and then slowed to a stop by the kerb and the post man then came down and deposited an envelope or two or a package into the mail box standing in front of the driveway of whichever home he stopped by. He returned to his van and continued with his easy-going drive. He drew to a stop in front of the McLaren mailbox and took out a package and put it in the slot.
At that moment the front door opened and Howard McLauren came out to fetch the day's newspaper that had been flung across his lawn minutes ago before the postal truck arrived. He waved and hollered good morning to the post man who then returned his greeting before getting back into his truck and driving on. Howard came to the mouth of the driveway and watched the truck make a left turn into the next street. He opened the mailbox and took out the square-shaped package lying inside. The package bore April's name and their home address; he turned over the package and frowned as he did not recognise the sender's name or returning address. He closed the mailbox and returned to the house.
April was humming a song while putting breakfast on the table in front of her son when Howard returned to join them. He had on a blue stripped shirt and dark blue tie; his jacket hung over the back of his chair.
"Look what I found out in the mailbox, honey," he dropped the package on the table.
April had just finished dishing out scrambled eggs and bacon on their plates when she happened to glance at the package as she loosened her apron.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I don't know. Apparently it's for you," he sat down and picked up his knife and fork and dug into his meal. "Whoever it's from; I don't recognise the sender's name."
April came and sat across from him. She picked up the package and read her name and address on one side, then turned it over and it became obvious the way she looked at it that she, too, had no idea who the sender was. She tore open the package and took out a flat black case from inside and opened it and saw it contained a DVD disc inside along with a note. She opened the note and the worrying frown on her face gave way to disbelief when she read what it said.
Here's your copy
Call me when you get it.
Cheers.
— Jenny.
"You know who it's from, honey?"
April looked up at her husband. She squeezed the note in her hand and laid the case beside her plate, propping up a happy face as she picked up her fork.
"Yes, it's from Ms. Olivier down on Grenneo Street," she lied with surprising smoothness. "It's a recording of her daughter's wedding, the one I went to help out two weeks ago. I forgot she promised sending send me a copy. How're you enjoying your sausages, little man?" She turned her attention to her son who was all happy smiles.
Later the school bus arrived and April walked her son to get on it then went and kissed her husband before he got into his car and drove off for work, blowing him a kiss as he drove away. Her smile left her face as she returned into the house and turned the lock in the door.
April went and got the DVD case and brought it to the living room. She wrenched the disc out of the case and switched on the DVD machine. Her hands were shaking and she found herself a little nervous as she slid the disc into the player's slot, switched on the TV, and settled down on the sofa behind her. The movie began and a thought suddenly occurred to her and she pressed the PAUSE button on the remote and raced out of the room and up the stairs. She raced back minutes later gasping out of breath, this time wielding her pink dildo in her hand. She hiked up her skirt as she fell on the sofa then pressed the PLAY button.
The picture started shakily and dark at first until it then focused on Jenny kneeling in front of the bed sucking the black man's cock (whatever was his name again?). April watched the movie to the end and found herself enjoying it and she then watched it again. She slipped out of her panties and massaged her pussy with her dildo, getting more relaxation from it. She soaked up the part when the man got on the bed and jammed his cock into Jenny's mouth. Jenny seemed to enjoy his gruff approach. It got April wondering if majority of black men fucked this way. The thought seemed scary yet she could not quit from feeling somewhat aroused by it, seeing the way Jenny was enjoying herself.
April had herself a terrific orgasm courtesy of her dildo. She was all sweaty when she was done and tasted her cum while sucking her dildo. She adjusted herself and watched the movie a third time before deciding it was enough.
Two days had passed since that fateful day and she had not spoken with Jenny, more out of embarrassment than anything else. Having just watched the movie got her feeling morose that she had not. After all, it was she who had pestered Jenny about wanting to know more of her adventurous sex life. She never thought she would get to witness so much being in that hotel room watching Jenny and the black man fuck. It had been too much for her to contain herself when she fled for the bathroom to masturbate while Jenny and her client continued without her.
April switched off the DVD and TV set then went for her phone and dialled Jenny's number. She was still flush from her orgasm and her hands were sweaty as she wielded the phone.
"Hi, April," said Jenny.
"Hi, Jenny. How're you doing? I'm sorry I haven't called or dropped by to see you since—"
"Tell me you've gotten what I mailed to you," Jenny interrupted. "I mailed it the day before; the man at the Post Office told me it should get to you about today."
"If it's what I think you mean, then yes, I got what you sent this morning. I'd like to talk to you about."
"I'm leaving the house soon. Need to get some shopping done, and then I'm going to watch my kids' soccer game."
"Oh yeah, my son told me about that. Maybe we can meet over there if that's possible."
"Sure, let's do that. I'll give you a call when I'm done shopping. Enjoy the video; we'll talk more when we see."
Jenny laughed and April could not help laughing along with her. If only her friend knew.