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Ava Gets Double the Pleasure
When I got back from my weekend in Hot Atlanta, Bobby picked me up at the airport. He was eager for me to tell him about my adventures. I was hesitant at first. I felt odd explaining how I fucked another man to the man who was my lover. But, I got over my reservations and gave Bobby a blow-by-blow, (no pun intended) description of my sexual exploits. It must have turned him on, because he pulled over on the shoulder of the freeway and asked me to blow him. I pulled out his cock and went to work with my tongue. After a few licks, sucks and tugs, Bobby spurted in my mouth. I smiled, he was so easy to please.
I had been home a few hours and was unpacking my bags, when my phone rang. It was Cindy.
“So you’re back?” she said excitedly. “How did it go? Don’t skimp, girl. Give me all the juicy details.”
“Well, I had a great time,” I said, with a huge smile on my face.
“Oh come, on Ava,” Cindy said, digging for more information. “I want a play-by-play commentary. Do I have to say pretty please?”
I sighed, and launched into a detailed recollection of my steamy weekend, which included my first Mandingo party, my first girl-on-girl experience and my first threesome. Afterwards, I heard Cindy give a breathy sigh on the other end of the phone.
“Oh, my, God,” she said slowly. “Ava, you are a freak! I thought me and Randy were wild, but you have outdone us.” She stopped and I heard the door open in the background.
“That’s Randy, he just got home,” she said. “Girl, you got me so wet I’m gonna fuck his brains out! Gotta go.”
She hung up and I laughed at the idea that my adventures were supercharging Cindy and Randy’s sex life. I settled back into life and work in my small town. Bobby and I saw each other off on and on. We decided to keep it casual, since he traveled a lot to art shows. He had also been married for a long time and was not in hurry to jump into a another serious relationship. This worked for me too. I was just exploring my sexual freedom and didn’t want to limit myself to one man. Also, I had to be honest, after James, I was really interested in BBC. He had spoiled me and I began to crave black cock like a coke fiend. Of course, finding it proved to be a lot tougher than I thought. There weren’t a whole lot of opportunities where I lived. I went online, but found that most of the men were either too young or too far away. I was looking for somone closer.
I decided to go online and ask my old love, James for help. I fired up Skype and saw that he was sitting on his bed with the laptop in front of him.
“Hey James,” I said. “I need some help.”
“What’s up, Ava?” James asked.
“You spoiled me,” I said accusingly. “You got me hooked on BBC and I need a local fix.”
James laughed, “That shouldn’t be so difficult to find. You are an attractive woman.”
“Yeah, but I’m not having much luck. I need you to give me some pointers on where to meet black men,” I said.
James thought for a moment. “If you want to meet black men, you have to go to where they are. Try hanging out at jazz concerts and R&B clubs,” he said. “And I know you're smart, so you are probably looking for someone who can keep up with you. I recommend you seek out African students, like I was. They are pretty sharp.”
I duly noted his ideas. I noticed James look up as Rita walked into the picture and stuck her pretty, brown face into the camera.
“Hi Ava,” she said cheerily. “Good to see you again. What are you guys talking about?”
“I’m giving Ava some pointers on how to find a local brother,” said James, with a laugh.
“Ah,” said Rita, knowingly. “Did you get hooked on black dick? You know, brothers will do that. Maybe we should give Ava a taste of what she’s missing?”
Rita had been wearing a long T-shirt and she pulled it over her head, revealing her full, heavy breasts. She wore a black, lace thong that accentuated her full, curvy hips. She hovered over James and unzipped his pants, pulled out his long, thick prick and stroked it lovingly. Rita pulled off James’ pants and removed her black thong. She threw it at the camera.
“That’s hot,” I said reaching from my pussy. I was already getting moist from watching their performance.
Rita pushed James back, until he was lying flat on the bed. She gripped his cock and slowly slid it into her cunt. I got a great view of Rita’s muscular ass as it worked up and down on James’ dick. I could see the head of James’ cock sliding in and out of Rita’s pussy.
I slipped off my panties, so I could better finger my clit.
“Are you playing with yourself, Ava?” Rita said.
“Yes,” I moaned softly, rubbing my clit furiously.
Rita kept riding James and I could hear their groans and sighs through the laptop. She started to thrust furiously at James and pushed a breast into his open mouth. I heard James’ muffled grunts and then Rita gave one final thrust and tensed against his body. She let out a deep moan and threw her head back. I knew she was coming. I looked down at James’ groin and saw it was soaked with lady cum and man juice. I wished I was there to lick both of them clean. My clit had grown huge under my flicking fingers. My pussy was throbbing and I soon felt a spurt of cum flood my groin and drench the chair.
“Oh my god, that was incredible!” I groaned. “That was almost as good as being there.”
“Glad we could help,” James said. “Happy hunting.”
They hung up and I jumped into the shower, excited to try out James’ suggestions. A few days later, I was surfing the local university website and I saw a flyer from the African Student’s Union advertising a party. I decided to check it out and after work, I drove to the campus and found the party, which was being hosted in a small lecture room. The party was a lively affair, filled with undergraduates, graduate students and a few professors. There were also a few African American students and a smattering of white women. I eyed the women and wondered if they were there for the same reason as I? I was also pleased to see one of the students had cooked some African food, which I remembered from my visit to Atlanta.
I stood behind a tall ebony-skinned man, with a bald head and goatee in the food line. I struck up a conversation with him. He told me that his name was Francois and he was from Cameroon. I was embarrassed to admit that I didn’t know where it was, but he was kind enough to tell me that it was in West Africa, and had once been part of Nigeria. Cameroon had also been ruled by the British and the French. Francois admitted that French had been his first language, and he learned English later in life. He had also spent some time in Paris, before he was offered a scholarship at the university. I was already impressed by his worldliness and stared up at him adoringly, as we munched on fried plantains. He wasn’t James, but he would definitely do.
Francois was working on a master’s degree in political science and we got into a lengthy discussion about Africa’s political problems and the American political system. He pointed out that while Africa often looked chaotic and unorganized, the Europeans had left it in a mess when they pulled out. Francois also said Western countries often meddled in African countries affairs by propping up dictators and dethroning politicians who they didn’t approve of. It was quite illuminating. When the party broke up, I promised to find him on Facebook. We became Facebook friends and I checked out his profile. He had several pictures of him in Cameroon and also at the Eiffel Tower in France. He also had pictures of him playing soccer. I must admit, he looked pretty sexy with his thick, muscular legs and bulging biceps.
We chatted on Facebook and I feigned interest in soccer. Actually, the last time I had watched a game was 15 years ago, when my children played. But, I vaguely remembered the World Cup was on and started watching some games and doing online research. Cameroon had a decent team and I checked out some of the players. They were well-muscled athletes, who either had bald heads or sexy dreads. They all had thick thighs and muscular butts, which were common in soccer players.
I instant messaged Francois on Facebook, and chatted about the World Cup. I casually asked him if he wanted to come over to my place and watch the Cameroon game on my big-screen TV. I was pleased when he agreed. Francois came over to my house and I met him dressed in a Cameroon soccer shirt and cut-off jeans.
“I see you’re a fan of the Indomitable Lions,” he said, as I let him in.
“Sure, I’m a big fan of Samuel Eto’o,” I lied, desperately trying to remember one of the player’s names.
We shared beers and yelled and screamed as we watched Cameroon get thumped 4-1 by Brazil. I was pretending to enjoy the game, but towards the end, I actually started getting into it. Or maybe, it was because I was tipsy from the beer and turned on by sitting next to Francois. After the game, we continued chugging beers and getting cozy.
I asked him what it was like dating in Europe.
“It’s very different from here,” Francois said. “The women are more forward and you don’t have to try as hard as in America, especially in the South. Also, the whole interracial thing is less of an issue.”
“So, have you been with a white woman?” I asked sexily. I was lying back on the couch and had my bronzed legs over his lap.
He looked at me and laughed. “Sure, lots. It’s not really a big deal in Europe.”
I kicked off my shoes and brushed my foot over his crotch.
“So, do you like me?” I purred teasing him.
He rubbed his dark hands up my smooth, white legs and said, “You’re very cute.”
Our eyes met and his hand crept under my shorts and felt my damp crotch. He gasped, as he found I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I was so brazen I had planned to fuck him that night. I wriggled out of my shorts, pulled off the soccer jersey and unhooked my bra. I lay naked on the couch and massaged his muscular arms. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my crotch. He slid a long finger into my wet pussy and probed inside. I sighed at his touch. He quickly found my clit and began to stroke my love button skillfully.
“Oh God, Francois, you are going to make me cum,” I sighed, as my hips writhed in pleasure. He smiled, a big toothy grin as he watched me squirm. He kept stroking away and eventually my hips thrashed and bucked, as an orgasm ripped through my body.
I sighed and rested my head on the couch.
“Francois, what are you doing dressed?” I said huskily. “I need to see your cock.”
He stood up and pulled off his shirt to reveal a lithe, wiry body. He dropped his pants and unveiled a thick, veiny cock. It wasn’t as big as James’ monster, but it would fill me up well.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said and led him by the hand to my boudoir. We stood in front of the bed and he kissed me passionately. It was the first time I had been with a man raised in Europe, and he really seemed to enjoy exploring my mouth. He had thick brown lips, like most black men do, and I had fun gently biting and sucking them. Finally, Francois pushed me back on the bed and lifted my legs over his shoulder. After all that kissing, my pussy was drenched and he entered me smoothly. He thrust against me slowly, but firmly and quickly built up a pace, going faster and faster.
I felt a growl, beginning deep in my throat. It built up until it turned into a throaty roar.
“Fuck!” I screamed, as he slammed into me. “Give me that cock.”
He pounded my cunt as he whispered unintelligible French words. I had no idea what he was saying, but it was sexy as hell! Francois thrust into me, shouted in French, and shot his load. And just at the the same time, my pussy gushed with lady cum.
Afterwards, we lay there panting. I lay on my side and let Francois’ cum drain out of my pussy. I felt him creep up behind me, kiss my neck and whisper French words in my ear. His hardness pressed up against my back. It was incredibly erotic. There were supposed be two others games on that day, but we didn’t get to see them. Francois was too busy sweating behind me and I spent the rest of the day with my face in a pillow.
Francois and I became regular lovers. I somehow managed to fit him in between bouts with Bobby. Both of the men had demanding schedules, so they seemed to be okay with sharing me. Francois had grown up in Africa and Europe and was familiar with open and polygamous relationships. Both men were very different lovers. Bobby was older, and content with blowjobs or eating me out. While Francois, usually wanted more passionate, vigorous sex, where he slammed me hard and uttered French curse words. Matched with these two lovers, I was literally in heaven.
My birthday rolled around and I decided to treat myself. Francois was kind enough to cook me a mea,l combining French and Cameroonian cuisine, and Bobby bought me a bouquet of flowers and a birthday cake. That night, I invited both of them over and we shared a few bottles of the wine.
Halfway through the bottle, I stood up and said, “Both of you have been such good boys, but this is my birthday and this is my time.”
I looked down at both of the men, who were seated on the couch. “I want both of you to do me,” I said.
The men looked a bit hesitant, but they had both consumed a lot of wine and agreed. I decided to kick things off by performing a sexy strip tease. I flipped the TV to a smooth jazz station and began to sway to the music. I slowly unzipped my dress and let it slide down my body. I raised my legs in the air and slowly peeled off my pantyhose. I took them off and threw them at the men. I stood there in a pink push-up bra and crotchless panties, specially bought for the occasion. I unhooked my bra and hung it on Francois’ bald head. Then,I took off my panties and stuffed them in Bobby’s gaping mouth. The men were both mesmerized by my sexuality. It felt so powerful to have two men under my thumb.
I commanded the men to stand up and strip, which they did silently. They both stood before me with raging hard ons. Bobby’s was pink with a red tip, while Francois’ was dark and smooth. It was an exotic contrast. I took turns sucking the men off. First, I deep throated Bobby, then I released him and sucked Francois. He was way too big, and there was no way I was going fit him down my throat. So, while I sucked one man, I tugged at the other. I teased and taunted both men, until they couldn’t hold back any longer. Bobby came first and shot all over my breasts. Francois was close behind him and covered my face in cock cream. It was the nastiest thing I had ever done in my life, but I was drunk and it was my birthday. You only live once, I thought as I cleaned cum off my boobs and cheeks.
When I got back from the bathroom, I ordered the men to the bedroom. Francois was already hard again and he got behind me and began stroking away. Bobby got in front of me, offered me his cock and I took him in my mouth. Soon, I was enjoying the sensation of having two men pleasuring me at the same time. Francois was slamming my ass, while Bobby was gently fucking my face. Being serviced by those two dicks was quite overwhelming. It was hard to focus with a cock in my mouth and dick in my pussy, but I vaguely remembered having several orgasms, as Francois’ thick prick penetrated me. Just as I opened my mouth to scream, Bobby spurted a huge gob of cum down my throat. Francois was close behind him and I felt him spurt in my pussy. We all lay there covered in sweat and gasping for air. Bobby slipped into the bathroom to clean himself off. After a quick shower, he kissed my cheek, and said he had to go home and get ready for an art show the next day.
Francois and I curled up in each other’s arms and watched TV. He switched to the soccer channel and started watching a European league game. I couldn’t believe that after all that sex, he still wanted to watch sports! Some men were incorrigible. I decided, I would punish him tomorrow morning, by teasing him with my tongue until he begged to cum. And with that thought, I drifted off to sleep with an evil smile on my face, looking forward to the next round of sex.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
The following story was written by Black Adonis. You can find more stories on his blog - blackadonis30.blogspot.com. Enjoy and leave comments.
Ava’s Sexual Awakening in Atlanta
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Ava’s Sexual Awakening in Atlanta
When James moved away to Atlanta and settled down with his new wife Rita, that was supposed to be the end of our affair. But it wasn’t. I learned the human heart is a lot more complicated than you think. I grew up in a world where you got married to one man and grew old together. That’s what my parents had done. Mom had waited for Dad when he had been gone for fours years, flying bombing missions over Germany in World War II. When he got back, they settled down into married life through all of its thicks and thins. But that just wasn’t realistic these days. I was living proof of that. Bill had divorced me, even though I had tried to be the perfect wife. And my good friend Cindy was on her third husband, Randy. Those 1950s' dynamics simply didn’t work in the 21st century.
My affair with James had altered my sexual DNA. He taught me so much about my body and allowed me to explore my sexuality in ways I would have never considered. Nobody would have imagined that me, a Republican, Baptist and Country Club member, would have engaged in a lusty affair with a black man, in which I had swallowed his cum, allowed him to jizz on my tits and begged him to eat my pussy. After my marriage to Bill, I was done playing the good girl. That had gotten me nowhere. Now I was determined to be as creative as I wanted to be. I didn’t care if I was being slutty.
Cindy gave me some books on feminism and female sexuality. I began to realize how patriarchal my world was. I lived in a society where men were allowed to be sexually adventurous, but women were expected to be chaste and pure. Things had changed slightly in the South, but men were still given more leeway. Jocks and male college students could have all the sex they wanted, but if a woman enjoyed a variety of sexual partners, she got a reputation. Maybe sluts were vilified because they dared to explore their sexuality and go outside the societal norm. If people had discovered the kind of wanton sex James and I had, I would have been labelled a slut too.
I also began to doubt my continued membership in the Baptist church. My faith had been wavering for a while, and combined with my new found sexual liberation, it didn’t feel like home to me anymore. The final straw came when I learned what kind of nonsense they were teaching to young people in their so-called sexual education classes. The classes, which were essentially abstinence only education, taught young people that they were expected to wait until marriage where they would meet the love of their life, and never have sex with another person again. They also taught condoms were faulty and birth control would mess up women’s bodies, both lies. James and I had gone through mountains of condoms while we were fucking and I had been using birth control pills to regulate my periods for years.
Although I had a decent sex life with my new lover Bobby, a sweet and sensitive artist, I still lusted after James. I fantasized about his big, black cock pounding into me while having sex with Bobby, and when I was masturbating, I dreamed of my hands running over James' muscled body. Sometimes, I would get hit with lustful thoughts in the middle of the day. To solve this problem bought a tiny, silent vibrator. I would go to the ladies room and quickly knock out an orgasm.
On the outside, people may have thought that my affair with James was simply based on sex. Sex was a large part of what drew us together, but I had also fallen in love with his intellect and worldview. James had lived in Africa and Europe, and he had a much broader concept of the world than most of the men in my town, who only cared about football, hunting and trucks, in that order. And, as a black man and an immigrant, he had overcome so much adversity in his life, unlike many of the good old boys I worked with, who had been handed everything on a silver platter.
Even though James was far away, we still communicated regularly by email, phone and Skype. One night, I was alone in my house and surfing the net. I had began to dabble into online porn as an excuse to get my mind off James. I soon developed a taste for interracial porn and a site called Blacked.com, which featured beautiful videos of interracial couples. I also learned about the Mandingo subculture of secret sex parties, where black men hooked up with white women in a Details magazine article. I found the idea to be highly improbable.
James was online and so I decided to call him on Skype. His beautiful, brown face soon filled my computer screen. I reached out and touched the screen wishing, I could magically feel his face. I asked him about the secret Mandingo parties.
“I am sure that’s all made up,” I said.
“No, they're not,” said James casually. “I have been to one.”
I was stunned. I knew James was sexually adventurous but I never knew he would go to those lengths. But then I realized that as good as he had made me feel, there was probably a long line of women who were demanding his services.
“Tell me about it,” I said, both curious and horny.
“Well, like everything these days, they are organized on the Internet through underground Yahoo and Facebook groups,” James said. “When I first moved to Atlanta, I was surfing the net and joined an adult Facebook group. A black dude sent me an invite to a party and I decided to attend.”
“So what was it like?” I asked fascinated.
“It was actually pretty hot," he said. “The party was held at a hotel, the whole suite was rented out. The women were wearing sexy outfits and there were black men milling around. Eventually, people paired off and hooked up. Some people were having sex right there in the open.”
“So what did you do?” I asked, with a slight accusing tone in my voice.
He laughed. “I joined in,” he said. “I had sex with three women that night.”
I wasn’t totally surprised. James liked to workout and was in superb shape. Some weekends we would spend all day in bed and fuck from sun up to sun down. One Sunday, he made me so horny that I ended up missing church because the sex was so good. The next day I came to work with my thighs and pussy aching.
“Well, it sounds like you had a good time,” I said jealously. “I want to hate you for being such a pig, but I know how you are. Actually, I'm kind of jealous.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I miss your dick,” I blurted. “Do you know how hard it is for a woman my age, to find a good fuck, especially one who can also carry out a conversation?”
“But don’t you have a boyfriend named Bobby?” he asked.
“Yes, but he is almost 60 and he can’t last as long as you,” I replied. “But, at least he eats my pussy good. The thing is, I want it more than he does. You spoiled me.”
He laughed, “I didn’t turn you into a horndog. I just brought it out of you. It had always been in there. But we can do something about it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“We can have sex right now,” he said.
“What about your wife,” I said. “I don’t want to be a homewrecker.”
“Rita is fine,” James said. “She is a psychologist and she specializes in sexual issues. She has heard of all kinds of varieties of sexuality. When we first started dating, she realized I liked variety and so she lets me play with other women, but only if she gets to play too. She is bisexual.”
I was stunned by what I had heard. James was living an audacious sex life down in Atlanta. I was jealous of his freedom and curious about his sexual exploits.
“So, what are we going to do?” I asked, wondering where this was going.
“Well, we can have sex right here,” James said.
“You mean on Skype?”
“Yeah, why not?” he said. “Why don’t you strip for me?”
I decided to go for it. I had been turned on by James’ stories and the sound of his deep voice. I had been getting wet while we were talking. I stood up and took off my T-shirt and stood before the camera wearing shorts and a bra.
“There you go,” James said. “I have missed your boobs.”
That turned me on and I felt my nipples getting hard. I slipped off my bra and heard James sigh. I noticed him lean back in his chair and pull off his shorts. He pulled out his dark, ebony cock and began to stroke it.
“I miss your cock,” I said huskily and I slid my shorts off. I was now sitting in my office chair in black, silk panties.
“Those are nice,” James said, as he stroked away. “Take them off.”
I did as he commanded and I was naked. I touched myself and felt my pussy had gotten moist.
“You're making me wet,” I said softly.
“That’s good,” he said.
“Tell me a story about those women you fucked at that party,” I said, as I began to play with myself. James went into great detail about how he had reamed three middle-aged, white women one night. He did one doggy style, the other standing up and the third woman sucked him off until she swallowed his load.
“Oh my god,” I groaned, as I began to furiously rub my clit. “That is so hot! You’re going to make me cum.”
I felt my hips begin to buck and twist as an orgasm worked its way up my body. Finally, I grabbed my breast and came with a sigh. I looked at my laptop and saw that James had cum too. His dark penis was covered in white spunk.
“You look so sexy,” I said. “I wish I was there so I could lick that cum off you.”
“Look at you,” he said, as he reached for some Kleenex. “Who would have thought that my Ava, the country club gal, would have turned into a sex fiend.”
“Well, it was you who made me into what I am,” I said appreciatively. “You spoiled me.”
We said goodbye and James logged off. I showered and slept contentedly that night. I couldn’t believe what I just did. Me, having sex over the net. But the experience made my whole body tingle. It reminded me of how much I missed having James inside me. I feel asleep dreaming of making love to his beautiful body.
James and I continued to have cam sex and it escalated from there. Some days, he would call me at work and tell me to close my office door so we could have phone sex. James would also send me texts telling me to take upskirt pictures and send them to him, so he could see what color panties I was wearing. Some days I didn’t wear any underwear at all and I would send him pictures of my naked muff. The idea of having phone sex and sexting at my bland office was deliciously seductive. It was such a thrill knowing I was having furtive sex under my coworkers’ noses.
But I began to feel guilty about what I was doing to Bobby. I felt I was cheating on him. One night, while we were drinking wine on my patio, I confessed that I had been having phone sex with James. However, Bobby surprised me.
“That’s okay,” he said with a smile. “I know I am getting up there and can’t keep up with you, even with Viagra. Plus I had my share of fun during the free love days of the ‘60s. Just tell me when you do it. It gets me horny.”
I was a little taken aback by what he had just told me. He had just given me permission to be with another man and I wasn’t sure how to handle this. Was I comfortable pushing those limits and being a totally sexually liberated woman?
Bobby must have turned me on, because that night he ate my pussy so well, I squirted all over his face. I was still confused about whether I was going to move forward with my new life as a libertine and so I confided in Cindy. She came over to my house for coffee one bright Saturday morning and I told her about my affair with James.
Cindy just laughed. ”I told you about black men,” she said. “Once you go black...”
“Girl, you don’t even know. He fucked me so good, I think I got addicted,” I said, glad to be able to share my secret.
“Well I kinda suspected you were fucking him,” Cindy said. “He is good looking and one night I drove by your house at 11 o'clock and saw his car parked down the street. You weren’t that careful.”
We both laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of the situation. It was the 21st century and women still had to keep their sexuality under covers. I told Cindy about James’ experiences at Mandingo parties.
“Well I have my own secret,” said Cindy in a whisper. We were all alone in my house, but she still felt the need to take on a conspiratorial tone.
“Sometime Randy and I have threesomes with hookers,” she said.
“What, you gotta be kidding me,” I said, my eyes growing wide. “How did this happen?”
“One night we were drunk and I asked him what his fantasy was,” Cindy said. “Of course he said he wanted to have a threesome, like most men, and I agreed. I had done it once before when I was in Europe and was curious about doing it again.”
“So how does it work?” I asked.
“About once a month we drive to a city about an hour from here and stay at a fancy hotel,” she said. “We find a girl online who is totally hot. She comes over to our room and she fucks Randy, then she eats my pussy and then we both fuck Randy.” She was so matter of fact about it.
“So how does it feel?” I asked.
“I’m not going to lie,” Cindy said with smirk. “It feels good. Randy’s happy, I am happy and we get really horny by the time we are home. And the best thing about it is the women are totally professional, so I don’t have to worry about them getting all clingy.”
I was curious and a little envious. It seemed everyone was having a wild sex life except for me. I told Cindy about what Bobby had said.
“Girl, he just gave you a hall pass, you better use it,” she said. “If he’s okay, I say go for it.”
She was right, I needed to learn to enjoy life. I realized that my old views on monogamy and marriage just didn’t work for some people. Apparently, many people were finding alternatives that pleased both parties. Cindy and Randy seemed to have found a balance and James and his wife appeared to be happy. Maybe they were onto something.
I decided, I would go and visit James in Atlanta. Before the trip, I went shopping for sexy lingerie to get ready for him. I felt like a giddy school girl eagerly awaiting her boyfriend. Bobby drove me to the airport, dropped me off and told me to have a good time.
I enjoyed the short flight to Hartsfield-Jackson Airport. I gathered my luggage and James met me curbside in his BMW X5. He looked gorgeous in a black muscle shirt and jeans. We embraced like long-lost lovers. I climbed into his truck and we kissed for a long time. He was wearing Hugo Boss cologne and smelled wonderful.
I drew away from him and said, “God, I have missed you so much.” I touched his face and I realized how exotic the contrast of my pale hand against his dark skin looked.
“I missed you too Ava,” he said, and we kissed again. I didn’t care if the whole world knew I was sleeping with a married man. I was just happy to be in his presence.
James took me to a Nigerian restaurant. Apparently, there was a large African community in Atlanta, or ATL as black people liked to call it. James said Nigeria and Ghana had similar cultures so their foods were almost the same.
He ordered us a meal of roasted goat, fried plantains and fried rice. I had never had those before, but I said, what the hell and dug in. The food turned out to be spicy, but delicious. I never knew what I had been missing by trying African food. I looked around the restaurant and noticed that most of the clientele were upscale African American couples, some Africans and quite a few interracial couples.
James said that since ATL was about 50 percent black, a lot of the white women were interested in black men. He also told me that the ratio of men to women was three to one, so the competition was fierce. I noticed some of the black women were giving me the evil eye.
James laughed it off. “They think we’re a couple,” he said. “They don’t know I’m married to a sister.”
We enjoyed our meal and some wine and reminisced over old times. I leaned closer to James.
“I have missed you so much, you don’t even know,” I whispered in his ear. “I got so horny for you that I really needed those cam sex sessions.”
“I am glad I could help you,” he said, and stroked my thigh under the table.
“You're making me so wet,” I whispered. “I can’t control myself around you.”
“I have a surprise for you,” he said secretively. “Let’s get out of here.”
James paid the tab and we jumped into the truck.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“It’s a secret, I'lll tell you when we get there,” James said. He drove the BMW through the heavy traffic and we eventually got to the downtown area. James parked the truck in the foyer of a Hilton hotel and left the car with a valet. We walked through the bustling lobby and got on the elevator.
“Where are we going?” I asked again.
“To a Mandingo party,” James said devishly.
“Oh no!” I screamed. “I couldn’t. I can’t have sex in front of other people.” I cowered in the corner of the elevator. James moved over to me, pressed his hard body against mine and smothered me with a kiss. I melted in his arms and went weak at the knees. I could feel my panties drenched in my juices. The power he had over me was scary.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “You don’t have to do anything, just watch.”
I nodded silently as I gripped his muscular arms. At this point, I would have done anything he told me. The elevator stopped at the 10th floor and we got out and walked to a set of double doors at the end of a long corridor. James knocked on the door and a shaven-headed black man opened the door and welcomed us in.
“Good to see you again, James,” he said shaking James’ hand. I entered into a spacious room and saw several black men and white couples, milling around and enjoying drinks. There were a few younger jock types with braids, who towered above everyone else, but most of the men were wearing nice slacks and dress shirts. It looked like your average dinner party. I clutched James’ hand and cowered behind him.
“Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly. “The women are in control here. The men have to ask them before they do anything.”
A few more people showed up as the night worn on. Then without, warning a raven-haired woman, who looked like an ex cheerleader, disappeared into the bathroom and came out wearing a push-up bra, a garter belt, thong panties and five-inch heels. Her boobs were practically spilling out of her bra, and even I admitted, she looked ravishing. She kissed a middle-aged white man, who must have been her husband, and then walked over to a huge, broad-shouldered black man. By the looks of him, he must have been a bouncer or an ex-football player. She embraced the black man and started caressing his muscles. Then she dropped to her knees, pulled out his cock and started sucking him off.
I was shocked. I had never seen a couple having live sex in front of me. Some of the party goers stopped to watch, while others kept on drinking. The woman’s husband started stroking his cock, as he watched his wife suck on another man’s dick.
The raven-haired woman was talented with her tongue and I had to admire her oral skills. She deep throated the bouncer-looking dude and licked his balls. Finally, the huge man grabbed her hair tightly and came in her mouth. She eased back her head, swallowed and wiped herself.
I had been watching this in stunned silence. I had never seen anything so erotic and I felt my body start to react. I could feel my nipples straining against the lace of my bra and wet juices ruining my silk panties.
The blow job kicked off the party and people starting pairing off. A middle-aged woman with fake boobs and frosted tips, went into one of the bedrooms with two black men. James grabbed my hand and led me to the room. We watched from the doorway as the woman with the frosted tips dropped her negligee and got on the bed. One of the black men got behind her and the other one slipped his long, veiny cock into her mouth.
The two men went to town on her, one slamming her ass, the other thrusting into her mouth. I could hear the woman making gurgling sounds, as she tried to accommodate the huge dick in her mouth.
“Is she okay?” I asked concerned.
“Bonnie’s fine, that means she's having a good time,” James said.
She must have been doing okay, because soon the man in front of her grasped his dick, held it against her lips and fed her his load. The other man kept pounding away on Bonnie’s cunt. She let out a loud wail to announce to the world she was cumming, and the man behind her soon climaxed in her cunt.
Bonnie stepped off the bed, grabbed a towel and dried the sweat off her body. She had a huge smile on her face. I stood there watching the sexual tableau in front of me. Around the suite, I could hear the sounds of people coupling. All that sex in the air started to make me giddy. I steadied myself against James’ body.
“Take me home,” I said. “This is too much. It’s making me too horny.”
James grabbed me by the hand, said his goodbyes and led me to the elevator. Once the doors had closed, I pressed myself against his body and whispered, “My god, that was incredible. I have never seen anything like that before. It got me so wet.”
James reached under my skirt and played with my crotch.
“You’re not kidding, you are drenched,” he said.
We kissed hungrily in the elevator. When it opened in the lobby, we ran over to the car. The BMW pulled up and James tipped the valet. When we were inside the truck, I smothered him with kisses and said,“Do me right here.”
Fortunately, James still had his wits about him, and he drove the truck to a darkened alley and killed the lights. I had already slipped off my sodden panties and thrown them in the back. James pushed his fingers into my wet cunt and quickly found my g-spot.
“Damn Ava, it feels like a flood down there,” he said.
I was so wet and turned on from the party, that it didn’t take James long before his fingers forced a body-shaking orgasm out of me. My screams reverberated inside of the truck as I came hard.
James pulled his hands out of me and dried them on his jeans. He turned on the truck and headed for the freeway. We drove along in silence, as James headed for the suburbs. He turned the radio on and switched to an R&B station.
“Are you alright, Ava?” he asked, concerned by my silence.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I'm just overwhelmed.”
He smiled. “Yeah, it can be a bit much your first time. But you liked it, right?”
I nodded in agreement.
James eventually pulled into a gated neighborhood and parked the truck in front of a two-story house. I was still dizzy from the party and had to lean against him.
“Damn,” I said. “I'm not even drunk and I feel lightheaded.”
James led me inside and introduced me to Rita, his beautiful wife. She looked gorgeous, with her caramel skin, shoulder length hair and hour-glass figure. I could see why James had married her.
She kissed me gently on the cheek, and said. “Ava, I'm so glad to meet you. James has told me so much about you. How was the party?”
I still felt light-headed and flustered.
“It was well ... wow!” I said.
Rita smiled. “Yeah, your first time can be a bit much,” she said. “James, you better take her upstairs.”
James grabbed my bags and showed me to the guest bedroom. I lay down on the bed exhausted. James kissed me and said he would see me in the morning. I changed into a long T-shirt and fell asleep exhausted, from the night’s events.
I awoke the next morning to sun streaming into the guest room. I heard a knock at the door and James let himself in. He was only wearing pajama bottoms and admired his muscular chest. Evidently, he had kept up his activities at the gym. Looking at him was making me horny. As James came to the edge of the bed, I reached for his groin.
“Take off those pants,” I urged. He dropped his pants and stood there naked. His body was still as gorgeous as I remembered. I noticed he was already hard. He knelt next to me and pushed up my T-shirt. I helped it over my head and we embraced. We kissed passionately and James reached for my breasts.
“What about your kids?” I said.
“Don’t worry. Rita has taken the kids to her sister’s place,” James said, taking my breast in his mouth. It felt so good to have touch him again, to feel his raging cock and his rock-hard muscles, against my soft skin.
James mounted me and I stretched my legs behind my head.
“Wow,” he said, as he thrust into me. “I have never seen you do that before.”
“I started doing yoga,” I replied. “I wanted to learn some new tricks for you.”
I sighed and moaned, as I felt the familiar girth of James’ cock in my pussy. He felt perfect inside me and I wished he would never pull out. He pumped away at my dripping pussy and I was rewarded by another amazing orgasm. James moved to pull out, but I stopped him. “Stay there, I like feeling you inside me." James rolled over on his back and I got on top of him.
“You came quick,” he said.
“I was still horny from last night,” I said. “And it’s been years since I have had you in my pussy.”
He laughed. It felt good to lay with my body stretched against his. I didn’t want to move and could have stayed there all day. I heard the front door open.
“That’s Rita,” James said.
Rita came up the stairs, carrying a pair of white plastic bags.
“I got us breakfast,” she said.
“Thank you,” I replied, thinking how odd it was to be chatting pleasantly to a woman whose husband had his dick in my pussy.
We sat on the bed eating scrambled eggs and waffles and sipped orange juice. I felt surprisingly comfortable being naked in Rita’s presence.
Rita told me how she and James got together. They met at an Urban League conference and it had been lust at first sight. That night she came to James’ room at midnight and they fucked like crazy. But during the conference, James watched Rita give a presentation on mental health in the black community and realized how intelligent she was. So, they started dating and getting to know each other.
“One night, we were in bed and I casually mentioned I was bisexual,” Rita said sipping her juice. “James told me he had been to sex parties, so we realized we were both wild. We struck a compromise. He could get to have other women, as long as I approved of them and was present.”
“Yeah, she gets the final say,” James said.
“So, did you approve of me?” I asked.
I felt honored. Rita stood up and pulled her T-shirt over her head. I saw her breasts were straining against a pink, lace bra. Rita shrugged off her jean shorts to show she was wearing matching lace panties. She unhooked her bra and let her pendulous breasts fall free. She rolled down her panties to show that she had a shaved muff and I secretly wondered how it tasted.
I felt James’ hardness behind me. He had gotten stiff while watching his wife strip. He pushed me on my knees and started playing with my ass. I felt his thumb rubbing against my butthole.
“James,” I said hesitantly. “I have never done that before.”
“Relax, I will be gentle,” he said. “You're on vacation. Time to try something new.”
I felt James’ warm tongue against my asshole. At the same time, Rita had gotten beneath me and was lapping my cunt. I was overwhelmed by the sensation of being pleasured by both holes. It felt indescribable.
James stopped and I felt him smothering lube on my ass. The head of his dick soon started nudging against my puckered hole and Rita had been steadily licking my pussy. She clamped her mouth down on my clit and sucked away at it. My body jolted as an orgasm tore through me. James pushed the head of his cock into my ass, but I was so relaxed from the orgasm, that he slid in easily.
I whimpered a little as I felt James' girth filling a new hole. I felt full and stretched at the same time. James inched slowly into my butt and then began to slide his dick back and forth. I could still feel Rita licking my kitty and I couldn’t believe I was going to cum again. I couldn’t handle the feelings sweeping my body. I opened my mouth and let out a silent scream. Suddenly, I felt orgasms shaking back-to-back through my body. I found my voice, let out a piercing scream and collapsed. James pulled out of me and went to clean himself off as Rita cuddled up next to me and pressed her breast against mine.
“That felt good, didn’t it?” she said.
“Incredible,” I gasped. Rita lifted her breast to my mouth. I sucked it and noticed her nipples swell. So, that's what that felt like, I thought. I pulled my mouth off Rita’s breast.
“Rita, I have never eaten pussy before, you are going to have to show me,” I said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you,” she said. She instructed me to trace my tongue down her body, until I got to her muff. Then, she told me to lick around the edges of her pussy and focus my attention on her clit. Having a pussy myself, I soon got to work sucking on her love button. I simply put myself in her position and imagined what I would have wanted done to me. I must have been doing a good job, because I could hear Rita sighing in appreciation.
“That’s it Ava, right there, you're doing a great job,” she said, as her hand pressed my head into her crotch. I felt James sidle up behind me and raise my hips. He fingered my pussy, which had gotten surprisingly wet while eating Rita. I felt him slip his wondrous cock into me. My pussy walls contracted around his firmness and I heard him groan. James fucked me slowly, as I brought Rita closer to orgasm. Suddenly, Rita pushed my face away, and let out a loud moan as she gushed clear liquid out of her pussy. I had never seen that outside a porno movie and was pleased I was able to have that effect on her.
“Wow, I didn’t know you were a squirter,” I said, as I felt James thrusting away at my ass.
“Yeah, I always squirt when a woman eats my pussy,” she said, in between breaths.
James was slowly working his dick in and out of my sopping wet cunt. It felt deliciously nasty to be fucked like that while looking at Rita’s beautiful body. My hips began to thrust back into James’ crotch.
“Oh God,” I whispered. “I'm coming again.”
I reached out and grabbed Rita’s hand and at that moment, I felt so close to both of them. I felt an orgasm exploding through my body. It happened just as James groaned loudly and shot several spurts of hot cum into me. I collapsed face down on the bed and he pulled out of me. I lay there exhausted, as I felt Rita’s hands stroking my damp hair and James massaging my butt. It felt good just to lay there and be the center of attention.
James and Rita finally got up to rinse their bodies and I reluctantly went to use the guest bathroom. I smiled, as I felt the warm water caress my naked body. I had crossed another sexual threshold and felt energized by what I had done. I felt like a sexual superwoman, knowing that I had just pleased two people.
We gathered downstairs and James and Rita decided to show me the Martin Luther King Jr. National Historical Site. I felt awed to stand in the actual church where King had preached. I laughed to myself knowing that I was doing my bit to heal racial relations in my own carnal way. I'm sure interracial threeseomes were not what King had in mind when he gave his “I Have A Dream” speech!
Later that evening, we all got dressed up and Rita and James took me to a hip nightclub called Cosmo Lava . It was a tastefully, decorated club with a separate a bar and lounge area with four dance floors. We all had a great time dancing to the music, surrounded by beautiful, young bodies. I had missed out on the whole clubbing experience, having gotten married so early. I felt I was making up for lost time. I got to dance with James and then with Rita. And eventually, we all got on the dance floor and ground our bodies up against each other, while hip hop thumped in the background. Apparently nobody seem to care.
We finally left the club at 1 a.m., covered in sweat. Rita and I had consumed several martinis and were giggling like school girls. James had stayed sober and drove us home,while we smooched in the back seat of the BMW. I cracked a window open and screamed with joy.
“I'm having so much fun!” I yelled into the night.
When we got back home, Rita and I staggered upstairs. We peeled off our clothes and climbed into bed together. James undressed and joined us under the covers. I lay there sandwiched between those two beautiful, black bodies. James' hardness pressed up against my butt and I felt Rita’s huge breasts mashed against my chest. I sighed contentedly and drifted off to sleep.
I was due to fly home the next day and I sadly packed my bags and went downstairs. Rita kissed me deeply and thanked me for coming -- in more ways than one! James drove me to the airport. I was silent, as I looked over at him. I wondered what could have happened if we had met at a different time and place. If I had been 20 years younger and we hadn’t lived in a conservative Southern town, we could have had a life together. I could have given him children. I stopped and told myself to enjoy the moment. Fate had not conspired to place us together. But, I was still lucky enough to spend lovely moments with him and that would have to do. James parked by the curbside of the departure section, and I held him for a long time not wanting to let go. I felt a tear drip out off the corner of my eye, I didn’t know if it was because of sadness or happiness.
“I have to go,” I said and finally released him.
“Good bye Ava,” he said softly.
As I jetted home, I thought over my wonderful weekend and smiled. I had seen so many new things and had so many different experiences. I was going to have a lot tell Bobby and Cindy when I got back.