Cory woke to the sound of someone banging on his door. For a second, he was disorientated about where he was, and then memories of the night before drifted into his mind. His daughter’s wedding, making love to his ex-wife Maria, and the fact that he was meant to be meeting her for breakfast. He pulled on some briefs, then the robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Opening the door, he found Sacha standing outside.
“You have slept in,” she blurted out as she stepped past him into the room. “It’s after nine. Breakfast is nearly finished. Get dressed. I want to talk with you.”
He closed the bedroom door behind them and stepped into the bathroom where he stuck his head under the cold tap to wake himself fully. Drying his hair, he went to his suitcase and pulled out some jeans and an open-necked shirt to wear. Slipping the robe from his shoulders, he asked, “Do you want to look away while I get dressed?”
“Dad, I’ve seen you naked for most of my life. Just hurry up.”
“Yes, but you weren’t married then!”
“Talking about naked, I heard you and mum at it last night. Are you two going to get back together?” she asked, giving me a lewd, somewhat suggestive smile.
“I don’t know. Part of me wants to but I don’t know how much she has changed. The last years of our marriage were bloody difficult and I don’t want to go through any of that again.”
“She has changed, Dad. I’ve spent a lot of time listening to her confessions this year and think she has gotten on top of everything remarkably well. You do know she has been with some other men this year?”
“Yes, she told me she had been bringing men home from her gym. But if I calculate up what she told me, I think it was more than ‘some men’. It sounded to me like it was a different guy every week.”
“How do you feel about that. Can you handle it?”
“You sound like a bloody phycologist. Are you trying to get us back together or telling me I shouldn’t?” I snapped, immediately regretting my tone of voice.
“You know I’m studying psychology at university, and I have been helping Mum’s councillor in making some positive changes to her life. So, to answer your question. Yes, I would love to see the two of you back together. Now answer my question. Can you handle the fact she has been with other men this last year?”
I paused, trying to sort out my feelings about Maria sleeping around. “I don’t know how I feel. It has been all too sudden. It certainly didn’t seem to matter last night, but then I have never thought that clearly with my prick standing at attention.” I stopped, realising what I had just said to my daughter.
“Well, you need to get all that sorted before you go any further. Come on, now you’re dressed let’s get down to breakfast.”
As they waited for the lift Cory tried to get his mind around what he really felt. When the lift doors opened to an empty lift he continued with their conversation.
“I haven’t been celibate these last five years, so I don’t see how I can judge your mother. It might be a lot different if she had been sleeping with someone I knew, but according to her, they have all been young guys from her gym.”
“I would suggest that you don’t try to dig too deeply then and leave it at that. If you can handle the fact that you both have had other partners while you were separated, then things should be okay.”
As Cory and Sacha stepped into the dining room their conversation came to an end. He saw Maria sitting at a table, with their two boys and Sacha’s new husband, Gary. Maria smiled up at him and moved her chair over so he could sit beside her. Cory felt the now familiar twinge of excitement as he let his eyes roam her body. She was looking fresh and alluring, dressed in a casual day dress, and to he had the uncomfortable thought that she may not be wearing panties again.
Cory had to race through his breakfast as Sacha and Gary had a Taxi booked to take them to the airport at 10:15. Not many of the guests knew where they were going on a honeymoon but Maria had informed him the night before that they were off to a resort in the Caribbean.
Sacha spoke up saying that there were some presents still in their suite, and could he arrange for all the presents to be sent back to her mum’s apartment. She gave him one of their suite keys so they could go and collect them.
Once they had departed, Cory and Maria approached the doorman to find out who they should ask about getting some cartons to send the presents back to Cincinnati. The doorman was a large imposing black man, and knew them both as he had hailed them several taxis the previous day. His name was Benton. He said he would organise a courier that the hotel often used, probably for around 3:00 that afternoon.
“Do you need my room number?” Cory asked.
“I believe you are in Suite 605, sir, and your daughter was in Suite 603,” he stated, raising his eyebrows in a questioning manner.
“Yes, those are our rooms,” replied Maria. Have you any ideas on what we should do until then? We have hardly had any time to look at New Orleans.”
Benton responded, “Why don’t you have lunch on one of the paddle steamers? I can book a table for the two of you. You will need to be back down here in fifteen minutes though because the boat leaves at 11:00.”
Cory looked at Maria and said, “I have to go to my room and get my wallet. I’ll meet you down here in ten.”
They boarded the Natchez just minutes before it departed, went straight to the dining room, found a table with a good view of the river, and ordered drinks.
“What was Sacha looking so concerned about as she entered the dining room this morning? She looked like she was giving you a lecture,” asked Maria.
“She wanted to know if we were getting back together. She heard us at it last night you know. She asked me how I would react to finding you had slept with other men. I told her I had no right to complain. I said that we had been apart and I too had not been an angel during that time. She advised me to leave it at that and not dig too deeply into your past. I guess it was that last bit that initiated the look of concern she was showing as we entered the breakfast room.”
Maria sat quietly thinking through what Sacha and I had discussed. Then stated, “I think we should open up some more to each other. I know Sacha is trying to protect me but it will be a lot worse if we find out things about one another in a few months’ time. Whereas, now, we have not much to lose and can hopefully remain friends.”
I responded, “I don’t have a lot more to tell you. I bonked some women. a couple were married. I’m a little disappointed in myself for some of those as I would have been pissed if some guy had done that to me. But none of them meant any more to me than a quick bonk, and all of them would have gone to someone else if I hadn’t obliged.”
“Yes, well, women are different. Most of the kids I brought home were very average, but there were half a dozen that were quite special. They opened my eyes to what sex can really be like. I am nothing like the woman you once knew so I don’t want us to get back together under any false illusions.”
“You said you were terribly nervous at first and struggled to go with other men, what changed?” I asked.
Our drinks had arrived. Taking a sip of hers she told me to sit back and relax as it could be a long story.
Maria said that the first few guys she had asked home were all ones she had met at her Saturday afternoon gym session. She would ask them home to dinner and always had a few drinks before they arrived to give herself some Dutch courage. She explained to me that after each one she had been racked with guilt and swore she would never do anything like it again.
Miranda and Sacha both had given her a lot of support. Miranda pointed out that if she ever wanted to have normal relationships, then she had to try and overcome her sexual inhibitions. She also pointed out that she could validate her being promiscuous by telling herself she was researching different ideas for her writing.
“Remember, I was writing erotic stories and was gaining quite a following. I had over one hundred followers and one of my stories had had over forty-thousand reads. I looked forward to all the adulation I was receiving. It was good for my confidence,” Maria pointed out.
She resumed her story, saying that a couple of months after her first gym encounter she met a new guy, that for the sake of the story she would call John. It was a weeknight. She had gone to the gym straight from work. John had asked her to dinner and said he could run her home afterwards. She was reluctant, as it broke with her usual routine, and she had worried that she would not have any chance to get any succour from a drink beforehand. But she finally agreed as John was handsome, tall, and like many of the men at the gym, had an amazing fit body. He was much older than the other guys she had dated. Maybe in his early thirties. After her shower, she had arranged to meet John out front.
When she got out to the foyer she was surprised to find another guy waiting with him. He explained that this was his flatmate and they would drop her off home after dinner. Realising nothing sexual was going to happen, as he had his mate with him, she had actually relaxed and enjoyed their company. They had a lovely meal, both men were attentive, interesting, and had her laughing at their stories. Afterwards, when John parked outside her apartment he invited himself and his friend up for coffee, saying it was far too early for them to call it a night. She felt she couldn’t refuse them as John had not let her pay anything towards their dinner. Anyway, she was having such a good time, that she didn’t want the night to finish either.
They drank their coffees in her lounge, John sitting beside her on the couch, his friend sitting opposite. She had gotten up to put some music on and turned to find John standing behind her with his arms extended asking her to dance. She had felt awkward at first, standing there dancing with his friend sitting watching. Then with John holding her in a close embrace on a slower number, he lowered a hand to her rear. And when he moved the other hand between them and caressed her breast she found herself getting excited.
Maria paused, and looked to be deciding what to say next, “It’s a bit awkward telling you the rest of what happened.”
“Yes, I think I can guess where this is going, but carry on, you have to finish it now. I’m alright. In fact, I’m getting excited myself.”
“Well, things progressed very rapidly. John undid the catch on my bra, then slipped his hand inside and worked on my nipples. You know how sensitive they can get. I had almost forgotten about his friend, but then felt him behind me, working my panties down my legs. Soon we were in my bed. They were very good lovers, and I’m certain this was not the first time they had shared a woman as they seemed to have a very smooth routine. They did not leave until around 3:00 am, and I learned a lot of things that night.”
She paused again and I knew she wanted to avoid going into too much more detail. But I was aroused and wanted to know it all, and asked, “What things did you learn? Tell me, I won’t get upset”
“Well, they taught me positions I had never dreamed of. And I found out I liked being watched and could have more than one orgasm.”
Still wanting more, I waved my hands to express that I wanted more detail.
Maria slumped her shoulders in resignation. “At some stage, I was lying on my side with John making love to me from the front, and the other guy cuddling me from behind. John had asked me if I had any lubrication. I thought this was a strange question as I was extremely wet, in fact embarrassingly so. He said they wanted to have anal with me. I objected and said no way. It was something I just did not do. But while John calmed me and continued making love to me, his friend must have found the lube in my bedside drawer. I became aware that his friend was fingering lube into my bottom, and that it actually felt quite nice. In fact, the wickedness of him doing that got me even more excited. I pretended to struggle and John held me tight, saying to just go with it for a bit as he was certain I would love it. Before I realised, he had swapped his finger and was using his cock to lubricate me.”
A lurch of insane jealousy cramped in my gut and I fought to not let this show on my face. The image of my petite, attractive wife being double penetrated ran through my mind, and almost instantly found I had a raging hard bursting to destroy the zip of my trousers.
“You’re angry, I can see it in your face.”
“I’m not angry, just jealous. All those times I tried to get you to have anal with me. But I’m not angry. Look, I’m as hard as a bloody hammer handle.” And I slid back on my seat so she could see the bulge in my pants.
“Oh god, Cory, I wish things were different. I loved you so much, but some things I just couldn’t do in those days.”
“Did it hurt you?” I asked.
“There was a little pain when he first eased himself in, but soon I was writhing around in ecstasy. I don’t know how many orgasms I had that night. I tried to count them when Miranda asked me. But I know it was at least five. So another couple of things I learned that night, was that I really like anal, and having two guys was an added bonus.”
I noticed that people were starting to file into the dining area and a couple had just seated themselves at the table next to ours. We would not be able to continue this current conversation. I leaned over towards Maria, so as not to be heard. “You will need to keep the sexy details until later, or I will come in my pants. Did you learn any other home truths about yourself?”
Maria leaned towards me now, and quietly replied, “Yes, plenty. That really was the turning point for me. I realised I did not need to use alcohol to boost my confidence anymore. In fact, the sex was much better without it. I learned that multiple orgasms are not just a figment of some male writers’ imagination. And most importantly. I had no guilt or remorse, nor have I had any since that night.” She hesitated again, then added that it really had been a turning point for her. For the first time, she had owned the fact that she had dirty fantasies and that it was perfectly alright to live them out.
Over lunch, I kept the conversation casual, only briefly touching on topics about the previous year. I did learn that she had been very sexually active since her first threesome. And that John and his mate had visited her two more times before John had moved away to California for work.
We arrived back at our hotel around 2:30 and were sorting through all the presents when the porter arrived with the courier driver and some boxes. Once the presents were packed and sent on their way we went down to Maria’s room and moved all her luggage up to my suite, having decided we would sleep together that night.
Later I went down to the lobby to ask Benton if he knew of any local Blues clubs they might try that night.
“There are plenty within walking distance of the hotel or did you want something less touristy?” he asked.
“I really don’t want to do Bourbon Street on a Saturday night. We would much rather try somewhere the locals hang out.”
“Well, there are a couple of places over the other side of the river, but I do know a good one on this side. It’s expensive, and you will need a taxi to get there though as it’s a good thirty minutes’ drive away.”
When I nodded to him that this was no problem, he continued. “You will need to get there before 9:00 pm. After 9:00 there are likely to be lines of people wanting to get into the place. It fills up quickly after that and they only tend to let in people they know or any single females that turn up. They will not admit to that, however, but it is how it works.” He added, “Call down twenty minutes before you want to leave, and I’ll have a cab waiting for you.”
“Just book it now. Make it for 8:30 and I will make sure we are down here in the lobby before then.”
Benton grinned. “I won’t be on duty then, so make yourself known at the porters’ desk. I’ll sort everything out for you and I’ll let the driver know where you’re going.”
I slipped Benton a good tip then went back up to my room and told Maria what I had planned. We sat and continued our earlier conversation.
Maria asked what my plans were when I got back to Cincinnati and did I want to stay the night at her place.
I had already thought about this and replied, “That would be nice. I have my new car at the airport.”
“I get the feeling you are not 100% certain about our getting back together. Do you think we should take some time to get our heads around everything?”
I didn’t answer for a minute. I still had not had time to work out everything in my head.
“I never really thought there would ever be a chance of our getting back together. But some of the issues that drove me away seemed to have changed in an unbelievable way. I’m really struggling to come to grips with the new you. My body is screaming out that I want you, but I don’t want us to both get hurt again,” I finally answered.
“Some things will only get answered in time, but I’ll answer any questions you have honestly, you know that?”
“That’s the problem. I don’t know what to ask you. I have the feeling there are a dozen things I need to ask, as it is incredibly hard to believe the changes I see in you. But I guess I’m scared of some of the answers I might get.”
Maria looked worried, but pressed me, “I would like to try and make our marriage work again, so ask me your worst question.”
“Okay, do you think you will want to keep bringing young guys home from the gym?” I smiled as I said this hoping to make it a sort of a joke question.
“I don’t know. At this moment, sitting here, no, I don’t think so. However, I might if you wanted me to. It’s something that would need to be discussed if the occasion ever arises. There are some things I have wanted to try, but haven’t yet. So I would hope you would want to experiment a bit with me.”
I threw my hands up to show my confusion, “I don’t know anymore how I feel about sharing you. I have always been jealous, but living in Asia for three years has changed me. They have a very different attitude to sex over there. Do you know it is quite common for a wife to arrange a prostitute for her husband if she thinks she is not fulfilling his needs for any reason? And it goes the other way too. Almost all of my cleaning ladies were married, and when I asked some of the first ones that turned up, what their husbands thought, they looked at me as if I was stupid and replied that it was only part of the job. Why would their husbands be bothered?”
Maria leaned over and squeezed my hand. “I wouldn’t want to have any other men in our bed if you were not fully agreeable.”
“I have been very aroused the last two days just thinking of the things you have admitted to me. So maybe if things were all lined up I might try. But one thing I do know, I would have been incredibly pissed if you had slept with Gary’s Uncle Cliff.”
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Around 8:00, Maria headed into the bathroom with her overnight bag, then emerged fifteen minutes later looking absolutely stunning. She had on a tight black mini skirt. It had a small split over her left thigh, to make it easier to walk in. She wore a black tank top, over which she had a black sheer long-sleeved blouse and high black stiletto heels. I was pretty certain she was not wearing a bra as I could see no bra line, and her nipples were visible, even though the sheer black blouse, which I’m sure was meant to make the tight tank-top appear a little more decent. The look was very classy, with just enough tramp about her to stir the lump in my trousers. She was certainly going to turn some heads at the club that evening.
I had chosen my dress jeans, a light blue shirt, and a dark navy blue sports jacket. I again took note of the fact that I had not kept myself in as good a shape as Maria. Her figure was close to what it had been when I met her at seventeen. The brief black outfit wrapping her pale form was a sight to behold.
Sure enough, when we got down to the lobby, our driver was waiting for us. The porter pointed us to a young black guy dressed in a smart charcoal suit and told us his name was Lewis.
Maria pulled in close to me and whispered in my ear, “He looks good enough to eat. Maybe the car will break down on the way. I have never been with a black man.”
I was not sure if she was yanking my chain, or serious, so I just mumbled some positive comment and guided Maria along behind the driver as he led us to his car. He turned out to be very entertaining, telling us stories about the places we were passing during the drive. We arrived at a small row of shops, somewhere out in the suburbs, in the centre of which there was a large fronted building that I could tell had once been the town’s picture theatre. There was no name out front, and really little to tell it was being used as a nightclub.
Lewis opened the door to let us out, then handing me his card, said, “Give me a call when you want me to pick you up, I’ll very likely be waiting outside if it’s after midnight.”
Reading the card, I saw his name was Lewis Hamilton, and he had a photo of a Mercedes F1 car on it. I looked at Lewis and asked him if that really was his name. He nodded at me that it was, but gave me a big wink, and followed by telling me that Lewis was his hero. I also realised then, that he vaguely looked like a tall Lewis Hamilton. He even had his hair braided like the real Lewis Hamilton.
Benton had warned me the club was expensive but assured me it was well worth the visit. Sure enough, the door price was quite a bit more than I would have expected to pay in Cincinnati. Once inside I saw that there were only half a dozen other white couples seated around the club. Every other face scrutinising us was black.
A large dance floor in front of the stage dominated half of the auditorium. Around the dance floor were tables that seated four, with most of the sidewalls, and across the back, lined with cubicles that could, at a pinch, hold half a dozen bodies.
Most of these cubicles were full. There was the odd one with couples, but mostly they had three to five well-built black guys seated in them.
The guys around the walls all went quiet as we were directed to a free table on the left of the room. It felt like I was walking a naked lady into a church, as every eye in the place was upon Maria. I was beginning to worry about this local joint that Benton had sent us to. Although I had to accept that no one seemed at all hostile.
A pretty black waitress came and took our drinks order, and once we had sat down, the atmosphere around us eased away. Only a minute later, we felt the room go tense again, and saw that a dozen girls in their twenties, were being directed over to a long trestle table on the other side of the room. By their dress, it was immediately obvious the girls were a hen party. The bride stood out in her veil with all sorts of paraphernalia attached to it.
I leaned over to Maria, “It’s a bit of a meat market in here. Do you think we should call Lewis and find somewhere else?”I was sounding Maria out, as I remembered her being very nervous around coloured people during our married years.
“No! This place is interesting. I’m enjoying clocking all the talent along the back wall.”
“Not much for me to look at though. They are almost all male.”
She laughed at me. “Lighten up, you’re getting old. There are all those young ladies over there, and Samantha, two tables away, looks to be worth your interest.”
I casually turned my head to the right and saw a couple that were a little closer to our age. The woman was attractive. “Do you know her? How come you know her name?”
“I don’t know her, but she looks like Samantha from that old TV show, Bewitched. Do you remember it?”
I took a good look at the woman. “Yes, and yes, she does look a bit like Samantha the witch. The way she is dressed, and the sour look on her husband’s face, I would say she’s here to get picked up by one of the black guys.”
Maria and I spent the next hour observing all the patrons around us. As the club filled up there was plenty to discuss. A few more couples like us arrived, as well as pairs of single ladies and more guys, all of them black.
When we had walked in there was only piped music playing, but around 9:45 a group of musicians came on stage and played a few blues numbers. The waitress informed us on her next visit to our table that there would be another group taking over in half an hour, and then the club’s feature group would play for the rest of the night.
Our table, being only one row back from the dance floor, meant it was not too dark. But it was distinctly gloomier at the back of the room. Another hen party arrived, this time they were older. I guessed most of them to be in their mid-thirties. I noticed that a few of the guys from the back were starting to ask ladies out to dance, and so I hauled Maria onto the dance floor before I lost her to one of the punters that were eyeing her up.
We danced for a good twenty minutes, enjoying ourselves by watching the guys bringing different ladies onto the dance floor. The guys were all well-groomed, and acting like gentlemen, apart from that is, their hands tending to wander a bit. But I didn’t see any of the women complaining.
When we returned to our table a black couple came over and introduced themselves to us. They told us that Jadyn’s uncle Benson had asked them to look out for us, so we offered them our spare seats.
Her name was Divine. She was good-looking, with a head of wavy black hair, and was showing plenty of cleavage. She was only a couple of inches shorter than me, with an athletic body. I deduced she had been, or still was, a bodybuilder. Maria looked like some tiny waif standing beside her, but she didn’t seem bothered at all by Divine’s being coloured. Another sign of her newfound confidence.
I relaxed, seeing how easily they were getting on, and turned my attention to Jadyn. He was an imposing man, maybe an inch taller than I at six foot three, give or take. His braided hair was pulled back in a ponytail. He looked me straight in the eye, and I noted his confidence and that his dark brown eyes had a lot of mischief in them.
“You played football. What team and what position?” Jadyn asked me, in a deep southern drawl.
“I made the first cut for the Cincinnati Bengals as a Line-backer but never got to play a game. Finishing university, and then my work put paid to my football dreams. And you?” I fired back at him.
“Played college for Nicholls State University. Like you, I tried for the big league with the Saints, but never got past the second division teams.”
They were both an interesting pair and very easy to talk to. I have to admit to feeling much more comfortable now that they were seated with us.
When the live music started up again with a new group of musicians playing, I leaned in to ask Maria to dance but Jadyn put a hand on my shoulder and asked if he could have this dance with Maria. Without waiting for an answer, he stood, leaned over, and helped Maria to her feet. My stomach lurched as I noted his huge black hand move down near her arse as he steered her into the throng of gyrating bodies.
I was so intent on watching for my ex-wife’s reaction that I jumped when I felt Divine pulling me to my feet and guiding me after them. She put her arms around me and started dancing me through the crowd. Divine lifted her chin to my shoulder and started asking questions. She had to speak quite loudly but no one around would have heard her over the noise of the band. I quickly deduced she was trying to ascertain if we were after some action. I was at pains to assure her that we had no idea the club was a meat market, and that we had just asked Benton for a good blues club that was not touristy.
Then I fired a few of my own questions back at her. “Does Jadyn come here looking for some white tail?”
She laughed. “No, you have the wrong person. It’s me that drags him along to check out the talent.”
“I can see the guys picking up all the ladies. Do you chase their husbands?” I said, with a surprised look on my face.
“No, I look for the young petite white girls, they turn me on. We don’t come here that often nowadays. And when we do come, we seldom go home with anyone nowadays. We used to score a lot though when we were younger.”
I raised my eyebrows at her revelation. But before I had a chance to ask anything else, she laughed and said, “I’m not a lesbian. Well, I suppose I am, but Jadyn and I have been a number since I was eighteen and we are very happy together. We have never married. We have a very open relationship as we both like to play around. I have had a couple of other guys, and Jadyn has been OK with that, but my preferred vice is the young, mostly white, girls.”
“Do you mind Jadyn playing around?” I asked
“He actually doesn’t fool around that much, and it’s usually at my request, sometimes to help me pick up a girl I have my eyes on. So no, we have never argued over either one of us playing around, it’s always mutual.”
The thought went through my mind that she was probably going to make a play for Maria. And as if she could read my mind, she said. “I haven’t got my eye on Maria, she’s hot but a little old for my tastes. I’m actually watching the girl in the blue dress over there at the first hen-party table.”
I looked to my left and saw immediately the girl she was referring to as there were only four girls left sitting at the table, all the others up dancing with the black gigolos. “Why her?” I asked.
“Well, she’s very pretty and well put together. But the main reason is that every guy that has gone to the table has headed straight to her first. She has refused them all. She looks so innocent. She might even be a virgin and definitely has never even thought about touching a woman, as I’ve watched her with all the other girls at the table. That’s the sort that punches my card, innocent and unavailable. I’m wet just looking at her.”
I laughed, “You sure like to set yourself a challenge.”
“I do, and I seldom miss out if I set my eyes on someone. How about you go over and ask her to dance, then bring her back to our table to meet us all, then let me take it from there?”
I looked to find Maria and caught sight of her nearby. Jadyn was teaching her some dance moves that looked like Jive. “You sort it out with Maria. We are actually separated, but working through getting back together, so I don’t want to fuck things up by going over to ask some pretty young blond to dance.”
Divine was watching Jadyn and Maria dance as well. “She’s actually very good. Have you guys learned Swing?”
“I don’t know about Maria recently. We’ve been apart for five years. But early in our marriage, she was incredibly shy and inhibited. So I dragged her along to a Latin American dance club to try and gain her some confidence in herself. We learnt the Tango, Samba, Rumba, etcetera, and Maria was quite good.”
Just then the musicians took a break, and so everyone left the floor and went back to their tables. Divine sat herself down next to Maria and I knew she was ironing out my going over and picking up the young lady for her. When the music started up again Divine leaned over. “Just ask her if you can rescue her. She’ll leap into your arms.”
I looked at Maria and she gave me a nod so I got up and walked over to the other side of the hall. In those brief fifteen paces, I watched the girl in blue turn away two guys, and I thought about how I was going to handle being rejected myself.
Moving alongside her, I asked, “Would you like to be rescued from all these guys hitting on you?”
She looked up, her eyes brightened, and jumping up she said, “Yes, please.” Then proceeded to explain herself. “The bride is my cousin. I don’t know most of these girls very well, but they are all talking about having a black guy tonight. Even my cousin has her eyes on one. I want to leave, but I’m frightened to go outside of this place on my own to search for a taxi.”
I was going to walk her to the dance floor. but when I saw that everyone was still seated at our table I steered her back to meet the others instead.
As we approached the table Divine jumped up and moved over beside Jadyn, beckoning the girl to sit by her. I sat down between her and Maria.
Divine took her hand saying, “Oh! You are quite a beautiful young lady. Relax, I don’t bite,” and leant in and kissed each of the girl’s cheeks.
We made introductions all around. The girl’s name was Penny. I could see that she was very nervous about being seated next to Divine. When Jadyn leaned over and said hello, her left hand searched out mine and gripped it hard.
Maria talked across me and joined the conversation with Penny and Divine. When I felt Penny slowly relax next to me and saw she was becoming comfortable talking with Divine I asked Maria up to dance. Immediately, we were on the dance floor, out of hearing, Maria asked what I thought about Divine seducing Penny.
“I thought about that very thing as I walked her towards our table. I guess I half expected her to reject me, so I wasn’t too bothered about thinking that through. But given that on a score of one to ten, I would give Divine a minus six chance of seducing her. So I think Penny is probably a lot safer sitting with us than her sitting over there with her friends.”
Before we could talk much more Divine moved alongside us with Penny in tow, and she proceeded to give Penny lessons on how to swing. Over the next three songs, Penny noticeably started to relax and enjoy herself. She was pretty fast on the uptake. Then I heard Divine say to Penny that she should dance with Jadyn, as it was best to learn with a man and that Jadyn was a good teacher.
Penny protested, obviously a bit wary of being alone with Jadyn. But Divine just whisked her back to the table. Jadyn was sitting there laughing and joking with one of his mates that had joined him. He hopped up though, took Penny’s hand, and took her back to the dance floor.
I couldn’t really blame Penny for being a bit nervous around Jadyn, as he was quite a dangerous, large, imposing-looking guy. But he soon had her smiling and was teaching her new moves. Two songs later when the bracket finished she actually looked disappointed that she had to get off the dance floor.
The mood now was quite relaxed around our table. Even Penny now seemed at ease. But I did take note that Penny sat by Divine, not Jadyn when they returned to the table. Jadyn’s mate, Micah, had danced with Divine when she had dropped Penny with Jadyn. But when the next bracket of music started he asked Maria up to dance.
I was a little concerned about Maria dancing with a new guy, as many of the women on the dance floor were being groped and kissed quite openly now. I’d only just come to grips with Jadyn dancing with her. And I was having conflicting thoughts about where I thought this evening was headed. Maria was not making it any easier for me, leaping to her feet full of enthusiasm, to dance with this new athletic-looking black guy.
Jadyn leaned over and asked Penny to dance with him again, so I turned to Divine. But she put her hand on my shoulder and said for me to sit and talk with her for a moment. When the others were out of earshot she asked me about where we were staying, and what did I think about them all going back to our room for drinks later?
“I’m not sure, I kind of want Maria to myself. Us just having gotten back together after five years apart, you know. What about Penny? Do you think she would come back to our hotel?” I asked uncertainly.
“Actually, the hotel was Maria’s idea. She asked Jadyn, and both of them asked me to convince you! As for Penny, she’s worried about how the night is turning out over at her table, and I think she might jump at the chance to stay with us.”
“I feel like I’m being set up here. Come and dance with me while I think.” I said, as I lifted her up and steered her into the milling mass of dancers.
My mind was racing with a dozen thoughts. Maria had admitted that one of her fantasies she was yet to fulfil was to sleep with a black man. If I didn’t let tonight run its course, would she resent missing out? Or worse, if we got back together, would we argue sometime in the future and find she had gone out and bonked some guy? And a picture of Divine trying to seduce Penny in our suite certainly had some influence on my final decision.
I caught Divine’s eye and mouthed, “Yes. Come and have drinks at ours after we leave here.”
Divine reached up and yelled in my ear that the party here was going to get pretty rough soon, so she would organise some booze for us to take back. I handed her $100.00 and asked if that would cover it. She tried to push my hand away, but I held her wrist and stuffed it into her cleavage.
When we headed back to our table Divine handed the money to Micah, and I watched her give him instructions about what to buy.
Just then the music stopped and half a dozen well-built black guys came onto the stage and started moving all the band’s equipment to the back of the stage. As they got organised a raunchy tune started up, and the six guys flicked their khaki overalls off and lined up across the stage.
The overalls and subsequent articles of clothing must have been held together with Velcro. As they came away from their bodies so easily. They bumped and ground to a very well-rehearsed routine until they were all down to nothing but black briefs and a bow tie attached to a white choker collar. At this point, the music changed and the six guys leapt off the stage.
Almost everyone was back at their tables, but a few of the hen-party girls were there waiting for them. The strippers each picked out a lady and danced very suggestively with them. There were hoots and jeers from the crowd, especially when some of them started making grabs at their stripper partners’ packages. And all of the strip team looked to have plenty in their briefs for the girls to grab at.
Soon, though, they worked their way to the tables. I was astonished to see that almost every woman they approached was more than eager to get one of the cocks in their mouth. Eventually one of the strippers arrived at our table. He made a bee-line for Penny but she ducked down and hid behind her hands. Divine rescued her by taking a hold of his very impressive shaft and directing it at Maria. Again, I was left astounded by the change in my once shy, inhibited wife. She didn’t even hesitate. She simply tried to suck as much as she could down her throat. She managed to get almost half of it in, then pushed it back to Divine. “Your Turn!” she grinned. “See if you can better that?”
Penny squealed and covered her face with her hands, watching in amazement as Divine took more than half of it into her mouth. When Divine tried to offer his prick to her we all cracked up laughing at her reaction. The stripper didn’t push it. He just whacked Penny on the head with his hard cock a couple of times before striding off to another table.
My eyes were drawn two tables over where a stripper had arrived at Samantha’s table. She was flanked by the two tall guys that had been paying attention to her all evening. She took to the stripper’s cock, like she was getting her stomach pumped, swallowing the full seven inches. As she leaned forward into her work one of her male friends lifted her dress to her waist and started fingering her arse from behind. The other guy slipped the straps from her shoulders, letting her breasts swing free.
The stripper rescued his cock from her mouth and headed off to another table. The two guys lifted Samantha up and carried her past us to the nearest cubicle on the sidewall. The guys that were seated at the cubicle, all hopped out and casually formed a row in front of the booth. This did afford some sort of a screen, but we all watched as Samantha was bent forward and taken from behind. I looked to Maria and Penny to see what they were making of this. Maria just raised her eyebrows at me. But Penny did not know where to look. She was obviously very embarrassed but was taking plenty of sneaky glances all the same.
I saw her cousin (the bride-to-be) walking over, still wearing her bridal veil. She had a tall smiling black guy in tow. She asked Penny what she wanted to do after the show, as the rest of the girls and her, were going to a party at Haben’s place. She moved her head, to indicate that Haben was the guy accompanying her.
Seeing the distress on Penny’s face I stepped in, “Penny is coming with us. She can stay at our hotel for the night and have breakfast with us tomorrow morning. We will get her a taxi home.”
The bride-to-be looked at Penny for confirmation that she was alright with this, and Maria spoke up, “Penny is related to me, so it is not a problem. We will look after her.”
The cousin just turned and moved back to her table with a bit of a disgruntled look on her face. I got the feeling that she may have promised Haben she would get Penny to come to the party for him.
Watching her cousin walk away, Penny asked Divine if her friends would be safe at Haben’s place? Divine laughingly replied. “Sure, they will be safe enough. No one will do anything too bad to them. But they sure won’t be walking with their knees together tomorrow, as a lot of the guys here will be calling in at his place afterwards.”
Worried now about other guys approaching us, I got on the phone and called Lewis, telling him we were almost ready to leave. He said he was fifteen minutes away, and said he would park right out front when he arrived.
Hanging up the phone, I saw that the others were watching Samantha again. She was still bent over the table in the booth, but the other guy was now in behind her and she was in the throes of a violent climax. She threw her head back to suck in a huge gulp of air, only to have one of the original guys from the booth, slam his cock in her mouth, while another was mauling her tits.
Definitely, time to go. I indicated to Jadyn that we were going to leave, “Maria and Penny don’t need to see all this, and I’m scared of what I will do if some guys start trying it on at our table.”
Jadyn just nodded his head at me in agreement and made ready to leave. He picked up our bag of booze that Micah had delivered to him, and we all headed for the lobby. The action was picking up all around the hall. I saw that many of the women were in various stages of undress.
Out in the lobby, Jadyn asked me for our room number. He said they would bring their own car and asked if it was okay for them to give my room number for the parking. He explained that the parking was impossible to find around there on a Saturday night. “I’ll pay you back,” he said.
“Don’t be stupid. Just tell them to park it, and book it up to my account.”
I couldn’t see Micah around but mentioned to Jadyn that I didn’t want anyone else turning up anyway. He nodded his ascent and made to leave, but Penny reached out and taking Divine’s hand asked them to stay until Lewis arrived. I looked around and saw that there were quite a few black guys leaning against the wall to our left, and realised they had her spooked.
We talked amongst ourselves mostly about what we had just seen. Divine informed us that what we had seen was pretty much par for the course on a Saturday night.
“There have been some nights where it has turned into a full-blown orgy, though,” Jadyn offered.
Penny spoke up, “Well it looked like an orgy to me. I saw Madeleine Wright, who was a year ahead of me at school, in a booth with some guys. She always presented herself as being as white as snow, yet she had her legs as wide apart as she could get them. I was pretty shocked. I could not believe it of her.”
Before we had time to reply, Lewis arrived. Jadyn told me they had a couple of things to do, but would not be far behind us, and not to wait in the lobby for them, as they knew the doorman and he would be alright about letting them find their own way to our room.
Lewis meanwhile was taking great care in getting both ladies into the back of his taxi. Once we were underway, Lewis asked Penny about what music she liked, and the two of them swapped the names of groups they each liked. As soon as he drove off Penny shifted forward, and placed her arms on the back of the driver’s seat, carrying on their conversation.
Penny being engaged with Lewis, gave me a chance to quietly talk to Maria. I whispered into her ear. “I’m a bit uncomfortable about what is likely to happen when we get back to the hotel. I appreciate you would like to have a black man once in your life. But I had hoped to have you all to myself tonight.”
She leaned in close so she could reply without being overheard. “I am nothing like the woman you used to know. The things you used to try and get me to do, like wear sexy clothes, go topless at the beach, go to a party with no panties on. All of those things I want to do for you now. But there are other things I want you to do with me. Things I have not been able to do this last year because I didn’t know anyone that I could trust.”
“What sort of things?” I asked.
“I want you to take me Dogging. I have found I love being watched. I want to try BDSM, I’ve been on the internet and found people that have dungeons, with all sorts of equipment you could tie me to, but I would never go somewhere like that on my own. And I want to sleep with a black man with a huge cock. Divine tells me the Jadyn is hung like a horse. But I don’t want to do anything like that without your being there to support me.”
She drew back to see my reaction.
“I thought this through after you told me about your fantasies at lunchtime, and decided I wanted to try some of this with you. But now that it’s almost upon us I’m having reservations.”
“We don’t have to do anything if you really don’t want to, but we will never have a better opportunity than this.”
I nodded my understanding. “Will it just be a one-off, or will you want it again? You know what they say, once you go black, you never go back.”
Maria shook her head. “For me, most of my experiences this year have been one-offs. They have all been to do with finding out who I really am and making up for the twenty years I wasted. So I very much doubt I will want to try this again, but that will always be up to you.”
We pulled up at the hotel and Lewis was out of his seat in a flash, helping Penny from the car, then making a fuss over Maria as well. I gave him the fare, including a good tip. He insisted on giving me a receipt asking what room number to place on it. That sorted, I turned and escorted the ladies up to our room.
To be continued…
