Chapter 5: Much to Do

— Tonya —

I guess it’s time I introduced myself. I’m Tonya Adams Dixon, loving wife of Louis, and proud mother of Steve. Perhaps soon, I might be the mother-in-law of Lisa Clark Dixon. I hope!

By now, it should be obvious; I’m not a conventional 48-year-old married woman. For one thing, I have almost no impulse control, particularly away from work. Working at the school district, I need to dress modestly and set a moral example. I know a gay teacher and a couple of lesbians on the faculty, but they are so far into the closet they almost smell like mothballs. This is true even in Athens, a university town.

Almost 30 years ago, Louis and I met while attending Albany State University in southern Georgia. It’s what’s now called an “HBCU,” an acronym for Historically Black Colleges and Universities. The first time I felt his massive, strong arms around me, I was hooked. As a football player, he was one of the “Golden Rams”—and, boy, was he good at ramming (me). In spite of the usual expectations for athletes, he was also a good student.

My parents liked him, his parents liked me, and we married about 7 months after we met. Our marriage has been solid for all those years, and I’m incredibly proud of that. One thing I’m less proud of is that both of us have put on a lot of weight over the years. My belly didn’t seem to shrink back after delivering Steve, and Louis had ex-football obesity. That is, he was used to putting away large meals and then sweating the calories off in his playing days, but his eating habits didn’t change after graduating; he wasn’t recruited by any professional teams.

About ten years ago, I realized we were both shortening our lifespans. The greasy fried food had to go, and I enrolled in cooking classes. It turned out I loved being in the kitchen, and after switching to a healthier menu, at least both of us stopped gaining. Still, as you age, losing the pounds gets more and more difficult. We remained overweight, but we started going to the gym, and Louis got some of his strength back while I was able to look down and see my feet again. An accomplishment!

Not only was I feeling healthier and being more active, but I also had a big increase in libido, much to the delight of my husband. It was just like in my early 20s; he would wrap those strong arms around me, and I would get damp in my nethers, as my mama used to say. Mama was ahead of her time, I think; she was always very open—even vulgar. I loved her for it. And she always made sure I left the house with condoms before I married. Sadly, my parents died years ago, as did my husband’s folks.

Generously, my parents left their paid-off house in Atlanta to Steve, their only grandchild, and he’s done well for himself while not having to pay rent or a mortgage. This brings me back to standing in his kitchen with an upset Lisa.

“Honey, don’t worry and don’t be sad. He hasn’t realized how much I’ve changed from when he lived in our house growing up. His feelings for you haven’t changed either; I’m 100% sure of it. Just relax, sit at the table, and I’ll make us breakfast while you drink your coffee. Here’s a napkin for your face.”

“Thank you, Mama. So quickly, I’ve been calling you that. I’m surprised.”

“We have a lot in common, Lisa; we’re both BBWs.”

Lisa looked confused; her concept of BBW applied to me, a “big, beautiful woman,” but not so much to her.

“We’re Beautiful Black Women, and we both love Steve.”

“Oh, I see. Louis says this?”

“Every damn day, since I started dressing this way at breakfast. Or, I guess, undressing.”

“Wow. I bet lots of married men wish their wives...”

“Exactly. Let’s see what’s in the fridge. You should help me with the cooking, OK? But first, let’s wash our hands, don’t you think?”

After eating and washing up, we returned to the master bedroom.

“He liked those dainty things we bought; let’s start there. And give me your phone.”

“My phone?”

“We’re going to text him a shot of you from the waist up, with your nipples a little obscured so he won’t get caught with porn at work. Just to remind him, you are anxious to see him tonight. Even though he already knows that.”

“You’re sure?”

“Sure as shit. C’mon, let’s harness up those beauties.”

After texting him the best shot, Lisa went ahead and put on the rest of her new outfit. I gave her an appraising look, then pronounced her, “delicious.”

“All right, that’s IT.”

“Wha?”

“For all your talk about Louis, your eyes have been all over me. If I put my fingers in your pussy, they’d come back wet. Because you’ve made food for me, you expect me to put out?”

Lisa looked cross but also smirking.

“Well, sure, but you’re wearing some clothes now.”

“But you’re not, and I haven’t put my makeup on yet. Lie back on the bed and spread your legs.”

“Ooh!” I cried and hopped to it. To be honest, I’ve had better oral sex, but Lisa was enthusiastic. I gave her an “A” for effort and a “B–” for execution. It didn’t stop me from coming, of course. Afterwards, I insisted she climb up to my face and kiss me, juiciness and all.

“I keep surprising myself. What is going on?”

“I believe you said that Helene made you crazy in bed before she stole from you. Is that right?”

“Shit. Yeah, that’s right.”

“And you also licked her pussy and enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah...”

“Let’s leave things there for now. Just slip off your panties and lie in the bed like I was and let me enjoy you.”

Afterwards, “We need to wash our faces, and I need to put some clothes on. We have several things to do, and we need to pick up more food for tonight’s dinner and beyond.”

While I was alone in the spare bedroom getting dressed, I had some time to contemplate.

“You’re such a degenerate slut, Tonya,” I thought. “What is the damn hurry? I don’t want to mess up their new relationship just because I get wet just looking at Lisa. If they come over this weekend, I need to fuck Louis over and over before they arrive. Otherwise, he’ll be walking around with his giant boner, and she will get all upset. It’s one thing for girls to mess around together, quite another to be leered at by your potential father-in-law.

“Another thing to worry about: at what point do I tell Lisa and Steve about our swapping and swinging lifestyle? If ever. I don’t like keeping secrets, but I would rather not scare her away.”

The first place we went was to get Lisa a conservative and tailored business suit. When she saw the prices, she went pale (a neat trick when you’re African American), but I just pushed through her objections.

“Steve will go ape when he sees you in this. Now, let’s get both pants and a skirt so you can choose according to the place you’re interviewing. At a law office, they are super-conservative, and they get the skirt.”