Lewis is sat watching the lively picnic while his wife Shelly is socialising among relatives. The drinks come round and what he's offered seems to have a magical effect on the rest of his day! ... Lewis joins his mother for dinner at her hotel and then stays the night! ... ... By the time dawn arrives his future has changed! He finds himself running a diamond mine, in South Africa! ... ... A long slow pot boiler ... enjoy!
[ADVANCE WARNING: this is ALL tease... that's my thing. If that's not your thing, don't read it. Sorry. Thanks.] Zoe's sister is having a sleepover. Inexplicably, they all want to hang out substantially underdressed, giving their father an unexpected experience.
An interracial tale of the agonizing downfall of an above average woman, wife, and mother. One man, and his carefully collected conspirators work to ensure that African-Americans don't lack representation among increasing numbers of underprivileged factions in America. Note that his plot does not represent the majority of blacks. I abhor racism in the real world, but I don't object to using a fetish trope in a sex-fantasy. Note 2: AI was used in the creation of this story. But I wrote 80% of it.