More Taboo?

"Is that the only reason?" I teased.

"Guilty," Cass smiled with her hands up.

"So what was that at the end?" I asked.

"What was it? I was kind of out of breath and hyped on getting outta there."

"Him calling me a dumbass? Does he know? What do he think you guys are doing?"

"Likely he just thinks I'm a cheating slut, and I guess he probably doesn't care. He just needs to get off, find me attractive and by some dumb luck got lucky with me," Cass said.

"That is so harsh. You're not a slut, Cass," I said. Cass smiled.

"That's why it's hot. I'm not a slut."

*

Working the next few days was a nightmare. Between the huge amounts of work and the smirks from Neil it was all a bit overbearing. And I knew Cass and Neil had been texting a few photos back and forth, she had told me as much. Though, I would of course get my share of pics as swell.

Still returning to any sort of normalcy with everything that had happened was pretty difficult. Having to see Neil everyday, knowing he was taking and being given liberties with Cass was... distracting. To say the least.

And Neil even had the balls to ask me to say hello to Cass from him. To her amusement in the evening.

When Friday finally arrived, I could finally walk out into the parking lot, looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend. Cass had work at the hotel on Saturday as the last weekend was just extra. Tomorrow it was her actual shift.

Out in the parking lot, I was met with a wildly coughing Neil.

"You need to stop those cigarettes, Neil," I chuckled as I walked past him.

"Uuh argh arghh. HARGH... Where's that girl of yours?" he asked, ignoring my comment. "I've missed her the last few days."

I turned to him. Was he really gonna bust my balls over this? Thinking I didn't know?

"At the University. A lot of stuff is going down now at the end of the semester for a masters degree," I answered.

"You're a lucky man," Neil exclaimed. "Though, I've really enjoyed her company lately."

I shook my head.

"Never had a black one before. I tell you what, I always had a thing for black girls," Neil said, reminiscent of something.

Was he really gonna pull this shit?

"How you guys meet?" he asked.

"You know, college. We studied at the same library."

"Heh. Cute. Bet she's a wild one, eh?" Neil said, nudging my side with his elbow.

"Beg your pardon?"

"Heh, you got the ghetto trash ones. Those are fine, but Cass is a cute one. The cute ones are always the best. Heh, if you aren't taking care of that, maybe I'll do it for ya! Hah! Tell you what. I bet I can get my huge dick inside of her one of these days!"

"What the fuck are you talking about? Just who the fuck you think you talking to, eh? I tolerate absolutely zero racism, especially not towards my fucking fiancée! Get the fuck outta here," I said angrily and walked off.

Neil at least had the decency to look ashamed.

"'Pologies. Cute girls just get my jimmies going. You're a lucky man. She's a cute one."

I gave an angry snort and stormed off.

That evening I figured I'd tell Cass about Neil's crass comments. Laying in bed, I turned to her, interrupting her reading.

"So I talked with Neil after work today," I said. It was a weird way of putting it, but I didn't know what other way to start the conversation.

"Did he say something nice about me?" Cass asked, smiling coyly at me.

"Eh. That's one way of putting it. You know how he can be pretty demeaning?"

"Oh no, did he say something about my ass again?"

"No... He was getting pretty racist, I'd say. He seems to get off on you being... another skin color, you know?"

"Ah. Some casual racism?" Cass said, rolling her eyes. "Why am I not surprised?"

I truly expected her to react more negatively.

"It's like when DiCaprio had trouble playing Candy in Django Unchained. It's just another day. Fetishizing color will always be a thing. Have you seen some of the comments about black men on some of the p**n sites?"

"You're pretty okay about it? It makes me uncomfortable that he objectifies you like that."

Cass closed the small distance and leaned over to me.

"Doesn't that make it more wrong? More taboo? That the one plowing your girl's mouth is a bit of an old timey grunt? A real piece of shit?"

"When you put it like that..."

"Of course, if you want our little exploration to end, that's okay too."

I shook my head.

"That's what I thought. Now, I need to sleep, I got work tomorrow."

*

It was Saturday. With nothing to do and no Cass at home, I found myself utterly bored. She even had an evening shift, which meant she wouldn't be home for a while. I slept in, then ran a few miles, and played some video games. I really need a hobby. I liked the outdoors, but most of that was a whole day activity. When it came to beating out a few hours, I was an utter novice.

Maybe I could take up reading.

Or yoga.

Or not.

The last few days had been intense at work. And with Cass's newfound hobby, of course. Hell, the last few weeks have been crazy. It was just this monday that she was inches away from getting fucked by Neil. Instead, she had blown him, as a compromise for the lack of a condom. And just five days before that, Cass had sucked him off twice in one day!

In some sense, it was nice to have a hectic workday off late. It was a break from all the sexual tension that had been building over the last month. The exploration was fun and intense. But sometimes, it was nice to relax.

Maybe that was what I would do. Just chill on the sofa, watch some trash on N*****x or Prime, not doing anything. Hell, I've deserved it. I worked my ass off this week. And the week before, really.

I threw on some car show from youtube, cracked open an early beer, and leaned back. I had been quite adept at dicking around with cars in high school, but focusing on grades, later college and now work, it had sort of been falling off. Maybe that would be my next hobby.

I looked at the clock. It was already past noon. Just six more hours until Cass' shift was done. Fuck, I couldn't be like this. Sitting at home procrastinating all day while waiting for my wife-to-be.

Then my phone pinged.