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Friday had finally arrived, and she was anxiously awaiting Derek to return home. She had quite a lot to show him. She had spent the day shopping for their adventure tonight and she couldn't wait for him to see her get into her new things. She had even stopped at her favorite lingerie shop for something special for whomever she decided to show off for tonight. When she had met up with Corie for their usual lunch earlier her friend could tell that something was up. Even though it was Corie that had led her to this point she was not quite ready to tell her best friend that she was about to fuck another man, just for the fun of it. What they both had done before was business; this was going to be different. Earlier that week Derek had stopped at an adult DVD store and bought a few interracial themed movies for "teaser" material. They were white wife with black men themed mostly, but the acting was so bad that the plot was pretty much useless. The sex however was wild. Leslie had watched several pornos before, but mostly vanilla couple's sex. These videos were anything but, with gorgeous but overly made up girls taking giant black cocks in every hole, sometimes with 2, 3, or more guys at a time. They were fun to watch, but she just didn't find the sex to be very "real." She thought it would be a good way to pass the time though, and put the one she had liked the most in the player and spent the next hour watching one "wife" after another fuck and suck their way through a chain of big black dicks. She was horny as hell an hour later when Derek walked in. On screen, a petite brunette was taking a load of cum on her upturned face with three black guys standing in a circle around her. "Couldn't wait for tonight huh?" he asked. "I'm starting to see why you guys like watching this stuff. Just think baby, you are going to get to see it for real soon. No come here. I'm horny." They fucked there on the couch as the last scene from the DVD played on the screen. In it a busty blonde fucked a tall black man she had supposedly met at a dance club. How appropriate for tonight. **** Later, as she was getting ready for the evening, Derek sat on the bed and watched as she put on the clothes she had bought for tonight. Over her black thong and matching bra she put on a short skirt that left little for the imagination, and a flimsy silk top, low cut in the front to reveal her ample cleavage and the lacy top of her bra. She stepped out of the closet wearing her favorite black heels. Derek whistled. "You are gonna be the most popular girl at the dance tonight babe. Damn you look hot." She turned slowly, showing off her legs and ass. She had to move careful or else her skirt would be up on her hips. She started to wonder how that was going to look on the dance floor, and the thought of doing this out in public suddenly hit her. "Are you sure we should be doing this? What if someone sees us there?" "It's a big city honey, and I don't think that too many people we know frequent this place. And the folks that are there are there for the same reason. If someone we know is there then they have just as much reason to keep quiet about it as we do. If you are getting a bad feeling about it though..." "No, just a few nerves is all. Let's get going before I think about it too much more though OK?" "Fine by me." *** A half hour later they were pulling into the parking lot of Club XS. There lot was nearly full, and by the looks of the cars she could tell it was going to be an interesting crowd. Land Rovers, Audis, BMWs and a Porsche or two dotted the lot. When they had parked, she looked over at Derek and asked "So now what, exactly how is this supposed to work?" "First time for me babe. I guess we just go in, have a drink, and see what happens from there. If it feels OK, we just go with it." She nodded, kissed him, and then they got out of the car and walked to the door. The woman at the entrance gave them a knowing smile as they walked inside. They must have looked a little nervous to her as she said "Hi there. First time at club XS?" Dance music was reverberating in the room behind her. "Yes," Derek answered. "We heard good things." "I bet." She said. "Cover's thirty dollars for you, ladies are free." She looked up and down Leslie's outfit as Derek handed her the money. "Have a great evening; just remember to keep it clean while in the club. Some folks get a little wild in there, just be sure that anything Kinky happens elsewhere. We don't need any attention from the cops here." "We're just here to dance." Leslie replied, and just as the words left her mouth a red haired woman with a wedding ring on her left hand walked out from the dance floor, arm in arm with a tall black man. They headed out the door and across the parking lot. "That's what she said too." The girl replied, smiling. "Look, its no secret what goes on here, we just want everyone to have fun and keep things in the club low key. You know the way the cops are in this town. They would love to shut something like this down. More than a few have found out their wives have come here behind their back. Hope you guys have a good time tonight!" She waved them into the main club area, and as they walked in to see a crowded dance floor with about thirty couples out dancing, and quite a few lone guys watching from the bar and some booths. A waitress met them as they entered "Would you two like a booth or would you prefer a bar?" "A booth would be great." Derek answered. He thought that would give them a little privacy as they scoped the place out. The waitress led them around the dance floor to an open booth at the corner with a good view of the action. "First time here? I don't recognize you as one of our regulars." She asked as she sat them at a booth. Leslie nodded yes in reply. "Well then you are in for a treat. It's a great crowd tonight. I assume you know why most people come here?" She motioned towards the dance floor. Almost all the couples were white women dancing with black men. Leslie was blushing now, and a bit unsure how to reply. "Don't worry," their waitress went on, "no one here will approach any couples unless the woman makes the first move. The manager keeps tight controls on the single guys that are allowed to come in, they all know the rules." She smiled, "First timers here are always nervous, god knows I was. If you're just here to dance, no one will bother you. A lot of our first timers just come here to dance and have a few drinks. If you decide you want me to introduce you to someone, just have me take him a drink. After that it's up to you. Now how about I get you some drinks?" They each ordered a gin and tonic, and when the waitress walked away they turned to the dance floor. The woman closest to them was a thirty-something blonde in a cocktail dress, gyrating against a tall muscular black man who's hands were generously exploring her ass. They were locked in a passionate kiss. Leslie liked her lips, enjoying the spectacle. As they turned Leslie noticed a large diamond ring on her left hand. She glanced across the corner of the dance floor and noticed a booth with a man sitting alone with a drink, watching the couple intently. Leslie knew at once that it was her husband. So they weren't the only freaks in town. As she looked around the room she noticed six or seven men sitting alone in booths or at the bar, watching the dance floor with rapt attention. There were about ten other white couples there still sitting together, a few with a black guy sitting at the booth with them, chatting and having drinks. The rest of the white women there must have come alone or as a group of girls. She felt a slit twinge of jealousy when she noticed that almost all of the black guys in the bar were currently dancing with someone. Must be pretty good odds for them she though. The waitress brought them their drinks and they sat there for a few minutes, taking it all in and talking little. "See anyone interesting?" Derek finally asked. "Yes, but all of them look to be preoccupied right now." She gestured across the room. The blonde she had watched earlier had walked over to the man she suspected to be her husband, and was now introducing him to her dance partner. As she spoke, a group of well dressed black guys walked in together. The both immediately recognized the last one through the door - Martin. He walked in arm in arm with Anna, his personal assistant. Apparently in more ways than one Leslie though. "Holy shit, that's Martin! What if he sees us?" Before Derek could reply he saw Martin make eye contact with him, and smile like the cat that just ate the canary. "Too late to worry about that now." Derek said, giving a nod to Martin. He started walking across the room towards them, Anna in tow. "Leslie and Derek, so good to see you two again! It's a small world isn't it? Welcome to my club." Leslie was still shocked, but managed to say hello to Martin and Anna. "What say we go someplace a little more private? I have some friends I would love to introduce you to." He led them up a flight of stairs to a VIP area overlooking the main dance floor. There was a smaller dance area behind a few couches and tables, and a few attractive blondes were dancing with a couple black guys that Leslie though she recognized as pro football players she had seen on billboards around town. The guys Martin had arrived with were just settling into the couches with their drinks. "Antwan, allow me to introduce you to some new friends of mine, Derek and Leslie. Antwan here played quarterback in college and played a season in the pros before blowing out his knee. He owns a few car dealerships in town now. Marcus and Darius play football at a junior college down in Florida. Antwan brought them here for a good time while they were in town for a recruiting trip. Showing them all the joys Atlanta has to offer should they choose to come up here to play." Antwan stood up and extended his hand towards Leslie. "My pleasure. Martin didn't tell me he was expecting anyone else to join us tonight." Leslie shook his hand. "We had no idea this was his place. We ran into him totally by accident tonight." She was immediately attracted to Antwan. He was slightly shorter than Martin, but more muscular. She recognized him from his TV commercials, but seeing him in person sent a tingle up her spine. The other two guys were attractive as well, but a bit too young for her tastes. "So how do you know Martin?" Martin cut in. "Let's just say they are business associates. Leslie has done quite a lot lately to improve my bottom line." Antwan gave him a knowing smile, and then looked back at Leslie. "So I see. So you're the new one that Martin was talking about." Leslie's heart skipped a beat. He knew. The two younger guys obviously had no idea, but she thought Antwan must know about Martin's business. "Well, I um..." Martin interrupted again, "Marcus, you and Darius go down to the dance floor with Anna, she has a couple friends to introduce you to that would love to meet you. Have a good time down there, and let me know if you need anything." They left with Anna, clearly happy to be headed to the dance floor. As soon as they were down stairs Martin turned to Leslie. "You can trust Antwan, we have been friends a long time, and he has as many reasons to keep out of the gossip scene as you do. Those other guys are clueless; we just brought them here to get laid. Now let's have a seat and get to know each other a little better. They sat on the couch and Antwan joined them sitting next to Leslie. Derek noticed that he had hardly taken his eyes off her since they walked upstairs. When Anna rejoined them a few minutes later Antwan shifted closer to Leslie to make room for her. They were sitting thigh to thigh now. "So I guess you know our story huh?" Derek asked. "Not really, at least not any details. Martin keeps his promises, I just knew that he had filmed with a hot blonde recently and the video was a hit. Seeing the way you reacted to Martin earlier just gave me a hunch that you were the ones. Now that I have seen you myself I can see what all the fuss is about." "What I would like to know is what led the two of you to my club tonight?" Martin asked. Things were not going exactly as Leslie had imagined, but there was no going back now. Saying they were just here to dance would have just been lame. And besides, Antwan was hotter than anyone she had expected to meet tonight. "I think we all know why we're here." She moved her left hand over on Antwan's thigh, stroking up towards his crotch. She had rarely been the sexual aggressor before, and she thought she could get the hang of it. "I guess one time just wasn't enough." She turned to face Antwan, "I imagine you've been here before?" "A few times." "Would you like to dance? I think I want to get to know you a little better in private." She looked over at Derek, "OK?" "Fine. Enjoy your dance, I'll sit her and chat with Martin for a bit." Leslie and Antwan got up and walked over to the VIP area's private dance floor. Anna looked at Derek "She's not the first you know." "The first?" "The first to go out looking for more after their first time with Martin. We've seen more than a few of the women show up here a few months after their videos were filmed, usually alone, but occasionally with their husbands. I suspect the ones that show up alone usually end up divorced. Some of the ones that came together are still regulars here. They just keep coming back." "How about you? I thought you just worked for Martin." "I came here when I was in MBA school, a few weeks after I caught my fiance cheating on me with his secretary. I wanted to do something to hurt him bad, and had heard about this place through gossip. Long story short, instead of finding some cheap revenge I found Martin, and ended up being his girlfriend and business manager." "And you are OK with him being with all these women?" Martin gestured towards the dance floor. "Are you OK with her and all these men?" He looked over and saw Leslie and Antwan, now dancing close. She was grinding against his thigh, and her short skirt had ridden halfway up her ass exposing her thong panties. They were talking close together, lips almost brushing. "Yeah, I guess I am." *** Leslie knew she had found her man. They had hardly met, yet were quickly talking like old friends. After a few minutes of chatting, she pulled him close. "Look, I've never picked up a guy at a bar with my husband watching, and I had no idea when we walked in here where I would start. I was afraid I would get cold feet, until I saw you." "Was this his idea or yours? I've been with some cold fish who were pressured to do this by their husbands, and I'm not interested in a reluctant grudge fuck just so someone's loser husband gets a show." "I'm not some spineless tramp that will just hump someone at her husbands command. I won't just take any man into my bed. Derek and I love each other, but we each found something at Martin's that night that we can't get at home. I want to fuck you tonight; simple as that" She pulled him closer, pressing herself against him. She felt her short skirt riding up, wondering if Derek was watching. "And your husband?" "He watches, nothing more." She felt his hands press against her ass, pulling her tight, his erect penis pressing against her belly. "He's a fool to share you. And I'd be a fool to say no to a woman as hot as you." He leaned over and kissed her. "Let's say goodbye to Martin and Anna and find someplace more comfortable OK?" *** Derek drove alone to the Marriott a few blocks away. Antwan had insisted on driving with Leslie and checking into the hotel with her. He was to meet them at the elevators once they had the room cards. He was reluctant at first, not wanting her to get in a car with this man they had barely met without him there. Leslie had insisted though, and he had ultimately given in. As he followed them into the parking lot he was glad he did. The rising anticipation was intense. He pulled into the garage behind them, parking on a lower level. He waited a few minutes and then headed for the lobby. *** Leslie could feel eyes on her as she walked through the Marriott lobby, arm in arm with Antwan. The outfit she had on made her look like a call girl. Antwan did not seem to mind the attention, and was clearly enjoying showing her off as his trophy. When they reached the registration desk the young Asian girl at the desk gave her a fleeting dirty look before regaining her composure. "Checking in?" "Yes, just for the night." Antwan said. "She'll take care of the room." That had not been in the plan, Leslie thought. Oh well. She reached into her purse and pulled out her credit card and handed it to the clerk. The girl was eyeing her wedding ring with disdain. Leslie smiled. "King size bed please. We're going to need plenty of room." She was pleased to see the girl get flushed. The clerk checked them in with hardly another word, and then handed them the keys saying "Enjoy your stay!" with a contrived smile. They walked away from the desk towards the elevators, Antwan's hand on her ass. She saw Derek waiting by the elevator doors. "Come enjoy the show." The doors opened, and the three of them stepped in. *** Once they made it to the room, Derek made an excuse to leave them alone for a few minutes. "There should be some vodka and OJ in the minibar, why don't I go get some ice and give you too a few minutes to get comfortable." He took a room card from Leslie and stepped out. As soon as he was gone she stepped up to Antwan and they began to kiss. "You're making me so fucking hot." "Martin didn't lie. You're a fucking wet dream." "You like fucking white girls?" She began rubbing his cock through his pants. "When they look like you I do." "Ever fucked a married woman?" "Not with her husband knowing. I guess there's a first time for everything." He moved forward, pushing her down onto the bed. *** Derek returned to the room door, and heard muffled moans on the other side. He slipped in as quietly as possible, finding Leslie on her back with Antwan off to one side. Their lips were locked together and the contrast of their faces was vividly erotic. He had pushed her skirt up over her hips and was working his fingers over her panties. She was arching her hips up to meet him. They hardly seemed to notice him as he sat in a chair near the foot of the bed. He could see they were taking their time, letting the pleasure build. He could tell they were going to be at this for a while and he intended to enjoy watching every minute. Leslie was already nearing her first orgasm. She had been horny all day, thinking of what was going to happen tonight, and had been wet the entire ride over with Antwan. He had entered her with one finger and was now probing her slick pussy with a second, finding just the right place to apply pressure. She unbuttoned her blouse, leaving her large breasts barely contained in her black lace bra. Antwan pushed the cups down, freeing her erect nipples. He began to flick his tongue gently against her breasts while continuing to probe her with his hands. He brought her to the edge of orgasm, and then backed off leaving her flushed and trembling. He moved slowly for a minute, and then began pushing her back to the edge. He continued this way several times, bringing her to the edge and then backing off. Just when she thought she was going to explode, Antwan moved down between her legs and pushed her thong to the side. He entered her with his tongue, backing out to gently flick her clit from time to time. She screamed out as an intense orgasm racked her body. "Holy fuck, oh my god, oh fuck!" She bit down on her lower lip and could only moan "mmmmmmm" as he continued prolong her orgasm with his tongue. At last he backed away and her ass fell back to the bed. She laid there recovering, her heart beat slowly going to normal, and watched as Antwan stood and began to disrobe. He removed his shirt revealing a muscular chest and toned abs, and then removed his pants. His massive cock was tenting his underwear to an almost comical degree. She sat up and spun around in the bed, dropping her legs off the edge to face him. She pulled his underwear down and his cock nearly sprung out into her face. She nearly gasped. "Oh my god." Antwan was nearly as long as Martin, 10 inches at least, but was far thicker. She took him in her hand and her fingers barely went halfway around. If she hadn't already fucked Martin she thought she would have panicked at the thought of having this inside her. She began to stroke him, and all she could think of now was all the places Martin had touched with his cock, and wonder how many more pleasures this larger one was to bring. She wondered what Derek must be thinking, watching as she was facing another huge black cock. She looked over to him "Want to see me such this big dick baby?" "Suck him good baby, show him what a good little slut you are." Derek was rock hard. He had never seen her come so hard before, and they were just getting started. She looked so hot sitting there, her lingerie pulled halfway off, and holding a giant dick in her hand. She leaned in and started licking the tip, covering his head with saliva. "Is this what you want to see?" "I think you can do better than that." She began to take Antwan deep into her mouth, soon feeling him pressing against the back of her throat. She backed off and deep throated him again, not quite making it all the way before getting stuck. He was just too thick to take the whole thing. She continued to give him head, pausing occasionally to lick up and down his shaft and his balls. ] Antwan reached down her back and unsnapped her bra, and she let it fall from her shoulders letting her firm D cup breasts fall free at last. She was dimly aware of him telling her how hot she was as he began to fondle her tits, but she was entirely focused on the cock in her mouth. Finally she pulled free, "Fuck me, I want you inside me." "My pleasure." She reached into her purse on the nightstand and took out a condom. She rolled it down Antwan?s dick with her mouth, giving him one last deep throat. He picked her up and laid her on her back on the bed, moving himself into position over her. Her legs fell apart, and soon she felt his dick pressing into her flesh. She began to moan, and he covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply as he continued to press slowly into her. There was a moment of sharp pain as his head entered her, and she would have cried out were it not for his tongue in mouth. She pushed against his firm abdomen with her hands, giving herself some time to accommodate him. She felt herself relax, and dropped her hands allowing him to push deeper into her. He was soon fucking her in deep slow strokes, stretching her so wide that her clit was riding against the ridge of his penis with every thrust. She was now nearly screaming out a series of little yelps as he began to pick up his pace. From his vantage at the foot of the bed Derek could clearly see as Antwan entered his wife. As he began to thrust back and forth he could see her pussy lips stretching out around his cock every time he pulled back. He balls were once again sore from watching all the action, needing release. 'Fuck it.' he thought, and unzipped his pants and began to masturbate as he watched his wife becoming a black cock whore, probably for good this time. Antwan suddenly grabbed Leslie under the arms and pulled her up into his lap, still fully impaled on his cock. He shifted to the edge of the bed and stood up, moving his arms under her thighs and effortlessly lifting her from the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and soon he was bouncing her up and down on his cock, fucking her wildly in mid air. Gravity caused her to fall back down deeper on his cock from this position, and every stroke sent electricity through her pelvis. She looked over his shoulder and saw Derek, sitting at the foot of the bed with his penis in his hand, stroking in time with her. They made eye contact and this sent her over the edge. Soon she felt another orgasm overtake her, and bit down on Antwan's shoulders to stifle another scream. He flinched slightly from the pain, but he never lost pace as he continued to drive his cock deep inside her. As her orgasm subsided, Antwan lifted her off his cock and sat her on the floor, gently but firmly pushing her down on her knees. "I want to cum on that pretty face of yours. Make me cum." She pulled off the condom and took him in her mouth once again. It was not long before she felt him tense up. He pulled his cock free, and soon she felt spurt after spurt of hot sperm shooting onto her face and chest. She opened her mouth and soon felt two salty loads land on her tongue. She realized this was the first time she had ever tasted cum as she rolled it around on her tongue, savoring this new sensation. When Antwan had finished she swallowed and walked over to Derek on her knees, cum running down her face and tits. "Enjoy the show baby?" "This should tell you." He said, motioning towards his throbbing dick. He was about to pop, and had barely touched his dick for the last five minutes, knowing the slightest stimulus would cause him to lose it. Just the sight of his cum covered wife was almost enough to make him shoot his load. Leslie took him in her mouth, only needing a few strokes before she felt another hot load of cum against the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop as he came, finally feeling him go limp in her mouth. *** As the night wore on, Leslie and Antwan fucked two more times, the last while Derek, already spent, dozed on the couch in the next room. Leslie's pussy had become so sore by the third time that she had to finish Antwan off with a long blowjob, swallowing her third load of the evening. Exhausted, they collapsed on the bed together. Her hair was a sticky mess and the bed reeked of perfume, sweat, and jizz, but she soon fell asleep in Antwan's arms. She dreamed of Martin, and of the video she had seen earlier of the blonde fucking a group of black men. Only in her dream it was her in the middle of a ring of black dicks. To be continued? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 71