From behind, Catherine could easily be mistaken for a young girl of twenty-two as she walked into our room. She was always working on her tight little body and the result was rocking. From the front her age was more apparent. Her face looked older—leaner, with a few wrinkles and a slight slackening at the jaw line—and she had a slight tummy bulge. Older looking or not, she was definitely still a looker and one helluva hot wife. She had a cat-like, heart-shaped face with sharp features and a tiny turned up nose.
Barry, AKA “Anaconda,” wasted no time with charm or flirting. They passed through the mini living room and kitchen area of this deluxe suite and moved directly to the bedroom. I stumbled around, looking for my iPod so I could get a vibe going. Barry was a thicker guy with an ironworker’s face and strong muscled features. I later learned he was actually a prison guard.
After the two of them embraced and kissed, he stood her on her feet. He was so much larger than her little frame, so when he put his arms around her he engulfed her entire body, squeezing her practically in two. Her white t-shirt slipped over her head and the frilly bra followed, revealing her thick nipples popping in excitement. He was quiet, his eyes roaming over her body as she undid his button-down dress shirt and unbuckled his pants. He fiddled with her jeans and was able to slither them down her thighs over her teal hip hugger panties. She danced about, trying to get her shoes off and the pants over her feet, and almost fell over.
Finally she sat on the bed’s edge and started to touch Barry’s hard body. Her palms ran over his erect nipples, flat stomach, and plated chest.
She slid his pants down and over his legs. His black Under Amour briefs did little to contain his monstrous bulge. This was going to be one hell of a session.
Grabbing my wife, he pulled her on top of him. Oh yeah, that tight little ass was up in the air and I loved seeing it like that. She slithered all over his strong body and licked her way down his chest to his bulge. Then she rolled onto him again and they began to play on the bed. She still wore her teal hip hugger Victoria’s Secret panties and his tight jockey shorts jutted forth with his raging hard-on.
Cat slid his shorts down and man oh man what a cock! It was the biggest thick black licorice stick I had ever laid eyes on.
The head was a lighter shade of brown while the vein-popping shaft was a much darker, almost black color. He was as stiff as possible; it looked like it was aching from being so hard and enormous. He had to be at least ten water-bottle-thick inches long.
Catherine even said, quite loudly, “Oh my, you are huge!” She wasted no time stroking his manhood and he grabbed at her panties, tearing them away from her small frame.
Before she could even suck him, he slid down the bed and dove into her meaty cunt. The tent flaps burst open for his darting hot tongue. He ate her pussy with gusto and had her on the brink in no time. Then he slid back up and mounted her.
She was nervous, I could see it, pressing his chest away. “Baby, go easy,” she insisted, reaching for his erection and gently pressing it into the folds of her magnificent giant-lipped twat.
He eased into her as she helped guide his rod.
She sighed loudly as he forged his way in. “Ohhhhh, easy, go easy. Ohhhhh, Ewwww, biggg, so bigggggg! Yes, oh lord, yes! Feels so good!”
Cat reached behind him and grabbed his shoulders. He was in, amazingly so, and they began to fuck. However, he wanted nothing to do with slowly. He grunted and picked up the pace. She slid back and back again, trying to ease the pressure. He grabbed her legs and tossed them over his shoulders. Oh Jesus, I thought, be careful.
Catherine cried out as he pounded her cunt. The bed squeaked and rocked and, with her slender legs over his broad shoulders, the Anaconda pile-drived my hot wife.
Suddenly the bed broke. I was in shock. They dropped some and both of them crashed downward. Catherine pulled away laughing yet with a glazed look I had never seen on her face. Barry’s glistening monster cock was still hard and its head had swelled to an even larger size. He grabbed my wife and re-entered her, this time on top. He jammed his big strong ass into her hips and groaned loudly, ejecting his load. This guy was not about to wait any longer.
After he had pulled out of her, Catherine was still so horny that she masturbated right in front of both of us until she had her own orgasm. Barry said his goodbyes rather quickly as though he had another engagement we had plucked him away from.
I showed him out and locked the door behind him. Catherine motioned me over and pointed to her still pulsating, swollen vulva. “Clean me up,” she said.
I hesitated but lowered down, loving the sight of her well-used yoni. Her flaps were wide open and a huge load of jism was dripping out. She grabbed my head. “Michael, eat me clean, now!” she commanded.
I ate and ate loads of the Anaconda’s big messy explosion. I made her pussy shine.
“Good boy,” Cat said as she snuggled up next to me afterward. “I suppose you want a mercy fuck now, honey?”
I thought, hell yeah, but knew I’d be lost in that cave after a real man’s dong had drilled her so deeply.
She pulled my tiny dong out and fondled it. “Gee, honey, you’re so small compared to Barry.”
I looked her in the eyes and saw her grin. “You think so?” I said.
She laughed and kissed my cheek. “Let me make it all better, baby,” she insisted and with that sucked my cock. She sucked it good and got me off. I was happy and glad for the milking.
I asked Cat if she’d like to have Barry back in the morning for another fuck session, but she wasn’t interested. She was still sore from the earlier pounding. So in the morning we sat and ate a nice breakfast, leaving the room with our bags at close to ten in the morning. The second Mandingo party had certainly been an interesting one. I wondered if we were going to get a bill for the bed. We’d managed to prop it up but it hadn’t been a very comfortable night.
As we were exiting the hotel, who should appear but Charles. Cat was of course excited to see him and ran over to give him a hug. He was tall and lean and his bald head was shining in the sunlight. Everything about him was sexy. She wanted him. I just knew it.
They chatted and I made way over too. He said hello and as usual I was bowled over by his charm. He’d touch her as he talked and smile at all her words. “Do you guys know about the big gathering coming up in Jamaica?” he asked.
This was the first I’d heard of it. Catherine was all ears.
“ ‘Hedonism’ ” he explained, “is a big swingers’ party in the Caribbean. It’s held at a sexy resort with all trimmings. Just one big party and the memory of a lifetime.” He leaned in close to Cat’s ear and added, “I’d love to see you there.”
She blushed and turned giddy. “I’m sure Michael can get us reservations; he’s good at stuff like that,” she said, looking at me with a great big smile.