The designated room was occupied and, we knocked on its closed door. A black gentleman dressed in a black suit answered and welcomed us in. He was a sturdy guy with a military haircut and solid, muscular body, and he did not have his mask on. He was handsome enough and seemed friendly.
Catherine looked nervous yet excited as we went in and sat on the bed. The room was sparsely furnished, other than the bed and a desk and chair. Sitting in the chair was one of the hot younger ladies I had seen earlier. On her face she wore a purple cat mask; on her body, a skimpy two-piece silver and white bra and panty set. These people moved fast!
We did introductions and Sam made it a point to compliment Cat and offer us drinks from a flask of red wine. We removed our masks; I was the first, and Catherine followed suit.
“Very nice,” Sam said, reaching out to grasp my wife’s small hand. Some small talk followed but I guessed it would be short-lived. Before I had time to absorb anything, Catherine and Sam were close enough to kiss and they did just that. He looked at me and winked. “You have a very pretty wife, sir,” he said with a second wink.
I didn’t know what to do. I would have been fine just watching Catherine and Sam play around, but across from me sat this purple cat with one hell of a hard body. Catherine whispered to Sam, “I think the hosts made a wise choice sending me your way.”
Nodding his head in agreement, Sam was already undressing my milf.
I moved to the side of the bed to give them space to get started. What the hell else could I do? My wife and this Mandingo made out and practically tore each other’s clothes off. Before long Cat was in undergarments and he was in nothing but boxer shorts. They pressed their bodies together and devoured each other on the very bed I sat on. It was then I realized we had never shut the door. Visitors had arrived and were watching the action.
I wanted to close the door but the purple cat had positioned herself on her knees in front of me and was looking up into my eyes. I was nervous and too stunned to move. She began unbuckling my pants and before long pulled my boxers down. Tiny was there but he too was as nervous as I was and hung down, soft and shriveled.
Sam was tasting my Catherine now and she was on fire. She slid her hand over his shorts and yanked them down. Holy shit but he had a big dick! The black licorice stick was thick as hell and the lighter colored head fat and swollen. As she stroked him he got bigger and bigger. He must have had a good eight inches compared to my four.
The purple cat stroked my cock and went down on me. She was good … real good. This chick could suck cock. I got semi-stiff and she worked even harder to make things happen. Glancing to my right, I saw that Sam had lifted Cat over him and they were positioned in a sixty-nine posture. Both went wild tasting each other’s fresh new bodies; my wife was in orbit. She lapped at his shaft and took his manhood in her mouth. He flicked his tongue at her cunt lips and darted it about, forcing her tent flaps open.
The kitty all in purple undid her bra and slipped her panties down slowly off her beautiful, sleek frame. Her pussy was completely bald and her breasts stood outright and firm. She leaned into me, making me suck her nipples, then she purred in lust, pushing me back so she could sit on my face. I did my best to keep breathing and eat her sweet-smelling twat.
Sam had had enough foreplay. He was already positioned between my wife’s soft legs. She was spread for him and he pushed his muscular dark black ass forward. Catherine cried out in pleasure and the two of them became one. This Mandingo brother impaled my girl and fucked her wildly. She grabbed his ass and called out, “Oh yeah, this is so good, so fucking awesome, fuck me, yes fuck me! God, oh God, give it to me.”
The purple cat wanted to fuck too. She tried to ride my cock but I was still too overwhelmed and soft. “Come on, honey,” she cried out, longing to reenact the scene on the bed beside us. She grabbed me and slammed me to the floor. There she posed her perfect ass in front of my cock and urged me to pound her, doggy style. I was sort of hard and tried to oblige, but failed. She then grabbed me and put me on top of her, face forward. She whispered in my ear, “Be a man and fuck me.” I tried but could not. She groaned with disappointment, announcing, “Your little prick is useless! No wonder your wife needs this.”
With that she grabbed her things and stormed out of the room.
I was left on the floor, naked from the waist down, just me and Tiny. I hesitated, reluctant to get up, as I heard the cries of joy from Catherine on the bed. But I just had to see it. Sam was urging her on. “That’s right, you’ve got this, do it, fuck like never have,” he insisted.
I sat in a chair nearby and watched my wife get screwed. She was having the time of her life. Her orgasms followed, one, two and even a third before he too climaxed. He came all over her titties and she stroked every last drop from his dong. They collapsed in each other’s arms and the room now smelled like sex—steamy, dirty, “there’s been some serious fucking” sex.
We eventually made our way out of the private room and down the hall. We came across other couples chatting in the hallway and a few open doors revealed sexual play within. We stopped and watched one scene, where the husband had his wife’s panties on his head as two muscular black men were all over his dark-haired voluptuous wife. I was ready to find out where it was all headed when we noticed Sether and Dirk cross the corridor. Catherine grabbed me and we followed.
A stairway led up to a loft overlooking much of the big ballroom. That was where Sether and Dirk had led a tall, lean, bald black male in a superbly cut brown suit. No one had their masks on anymore. The loft was furnished with nothing but a futon and love seat, and a wooden railing presided over the drop, down to the big hall.
Dirk said hello and Sether cuddled up with their Mandingo on the futon. Smiling, she also greeted us. “Hi, Michael and Catherine, did you have a little fun tonight? Meet Charles. Dirk and I like to call him ‘Charles in Charge.’ ”
Charles looked up at us and man, was he a looker. He was very fit and had sexy eyes. He stood and reached out to shake hands. “It’s always nice to see newbies at the club,” he said, grinning. To my Catherine, he added, “Very nice, if I may say so, lovely in fact.” He kissed her hand and leaned in to whisper something in her ear.
We felt as if we were intruding but kept the conversation going. Well, Cat and the couple did. I got a glimpse of a scene below and went closer to the railing for a closer look.
A guy—he looked like a husband—was being led on his knees in a collar and chain-like setup by his wife, who was wearing a black bra and panties set along with a garter belt. Her mask was a bat face. In her other hand she held a cock. A black guy was beside her, led by his dick. It was a big dick, too. She led her men across the grand ballroom to an archway and then through it. I shook my head in amazement.
Catherine and I finally made our way out of the mansion, but not before she grabbed a few “business cards” of Mandingo parties off the counter. As we drove home she mentioned how she could see why Sether would send us to Sam and keep Charles to herself. I recall the exact words she used to describe Charles: “Wow, he was hot.”
Summer was in full tilt now and with four kids between us we were sure to have a busy one. The kids were getting out of school and I had just a few vacation days left. Today was one of them.
I examined my life. Here I was over fifty and aging. My body was changing in many ways. First, my gut was a constant problem and I struggled to keep from getting fat. I was also dealing with gray hair and hair loss, although the process was slow. Luckily I had decent hair overall. My teeth were an issue too. I should have taken better care of them when I was younger. My job was decent enough; I made good money. The kids, mine and Cat’s, were all pretty well-behaved.
My cock, Tiny … yes, he was a problem. I felt like I was growing smaller and of course I had lost the ability to get hard easily as in my youth.
Then there was my wife. She was my love, my hottie. Now I knew what Colt her ex husband meant when he said, “Yes, I cheated on her and yes, I could be cruel, but she had her quirks too. She was a nympho, for one; she could never get enough sex.” He told me he would not play that game and had found love elsewhere. I, on the other hand, loved Catherine and had no problem playing her game. She was one hundred percent committed when it came to our marriage, the kids, and our private life. Plus, she never called me a pervert, not once.
The following weekend we attended Jenny’s tournament. She had gotten way better and fought well. Her jiu-jitsu team came in second overall. We were both proud of her. Afterward the four of us, along with Tristan, Julie’s new boyfriend, went out to a fun restaurant and had appetizers and great big party drinks for the kids. The meal was a smorgasbord of stuff and we laughed and celebrated Jenny’s first match victory. She had pinned her opponent with a masterful double grapevine mount and won by several points.
There was an athletic, well-built black guy near our table with his girlfriend and two other white guys. Catherine leaned into me and made a comment about how he’d make a good Mandingo at the parties.
My work was crazy hectic all during the next week and it left us little time to talk or plan much. Sexually Cat and I were not having much interaction. I made sure to lick her pussy every chance I got. My cock was not up to the task all that often and she was frustrated but still very loving toward me.
The following week I took Danny to basketball camp. He was getting pretty darn good and was finally grasping the concept of playing defense. On a few of the days I was able to sit in and watch and was very proud of him. I had taken one day off work to see him play in a scrimmage. The game went fast and I had part of the afternoon free to myself, having vowed to take the entire day off. Of course two clients phoned before I had even left the court, asking for help.
One client lived near us and I stopped by to grab bottled water before skipping over to help him. While I was home, I decided to change into a more comfortable shirt and shoes. But then I suddenly heard voices downstairs and the front door open. Catherine must have gotten out early because the girls were at their friends’ for the day. She was coming up the stairs and I heard a male voice with her. What the hell? I was in the hall and slipped into Julie’s room to hide. I headed for the walk in closet and left the door slightly ajar so I could still hear them.
I realized as the pair got closer to the top of the stairs that it was not Catherine. The female’s voice was Julie’s and the male’s was Tristan’s. There I was, stuck in her room as they came straight in.
Tristan said, “I’ve been waiting for this for too long.”
Julie responded, “Oh yeah? Well, what are you going to do about it?”
Holy motherfucker, our teenager was getting naughty. I had to stop them. I got up from my crouch and prepared to burst open the door and strangle Tristan.
That’s when he said, “Your tits are the best in school, and God, they are amazing, fucking sweet.” I hesitated and had to peek out of the closet. The kid had already pulled her top off and had gotten her bra undone too. Her breasts fell out, standing firm with no gravity effect in sight. She had unbelievable tits. He devoured them with his lips and sucked her nipples in a mad passion.
I held my ground, thinking this was not right but wow what a sight. My cock was hard already. I continued to peek out and saw Julie yank Tristan’s shorts off. He was as hard as a rock and had an impressible penis. He stumbled out of his shorts and the two of them fell to her bed. He got her pink mini-skirt unclasped and wasted no time pulling her tiny white bikini panties down her slender legs. Again, I wanted to jump out of my hiding spot and yell bloody murder, but found myself still watching. He lapped her pussy for a few moments but what he really wanted was for her to suck his sturdy swollen prick.
“Here suck on this,” he said, angling for a blowjob. Julie seemed hesitant and said, “I don’t want to; it’s yucky!” He grabbed her, trying to force her to do it. She fought him off, and again I was going to kill this kid.
“Okay,” he managed to blurt out, “let’s do it!” He got on top of her, rolled a condom onto his dick, and these kids went to town. They fucked! It lasted not very long; he exploded in minutes.
Julie pushed him off and urged to hurry. “We have got to get out of here before we get caught,” she said. They grabbed their clothing and were up and out of there in a flash.
I masturbated in the closet. I would probably have to tell Catherine about this whole episode but had no idea how I would go about explaining how it unfolded and my part in it.
I would keep my mouth shut for now.