Well, What Would You Have Said If You Were Me?

With a mighty thrust he started to build up to his climax. His strokes were long and deliberate, buttocks clenched each time his balls smacked against Chrissie’s arse. She was screaming encouragement,

“fuck me harder you black bastard. Come on, give me that seed. Fuck it harder, come on, and fill my cunt with creamy spunk, black spunk. Fuck me, come on, leave it in me, don’t pull out. Now NOW NOW !

With that, he grunted and growled, and seemed to be locked to her pussy. His balls jammed right up against her cunt and arse while they emptied all his seed. He stayed still for a minute, and then pulled away.

He turned to me and smiled, and said, “Well Rick, that’s one hell of a woman you got there, look at this.” He pulled off his condom; there must have been a gallon of creamy white seed in it.

“Normally I wouldn’t let this go to waste, but as you are my friends I’ve put all my come in here.”

At that point I swear I could see disappointment in her face?

“But who knows? If we meet up again a few times, she may want me to give it to her instead.” He smiled.

She was nodding in agreement but unable to speak.

Slowly gathering my thoughts again, I said to Clive, “You must be thirsty now. Do you want a drink?”

“That would be really cool, thanks mate.”

Before I could ask Chrissie if she wanted one as well, I heard her voice from behind me say, “Yes Rick, you go to the bar. Clives your friend and you trust him, so leave us here while you get the drinks.”

Actually, what I had meant when I asked the question was for us all to go to the bar for a break! As it turned out, I found myself virtually sent to the bar like a waiter to fetch room service.
Without even thinking I said, “OK.”

I left the room and heard it locked behind me. I went to the bar to get the drinks. When I got there Zoey had been freed from the pole she was tied to earlier and was back serving behind the bar.

“How’s it going with you and Chrissie then? Having Fun?” she smiled.

“Yes thanks, it’s a bit surreal at times but I suppose that’s only to be expected on your first visit here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, well, I always think you know within ten minutes of being in here whether it’s for you or not, and the fact you are both still here after a couple of hours and having fun tells me you’ve got a great future in swinging circles.” She threw that long blonde hair back and laughed. “Who knows? You may even see Chrissie tied to the pole like me in no time at all.”

“Yes, we watched you earlier on; do you do that every week”?

“It depends,” she laughed.

“On what?” I asked curiously.

“Whether I want a good fucking or not, and whether I see a guy or lady I want to have fun with. It’s just one of those things. I can go two weeks and not join in, but in the right situation with the right people I can play most of the night. I love sex and new experiences. Because of the way I look, people are sometimes afraid to approach me thinking I’ll be stuck up or brush them off. Nothing could be further from the truth. Fortune favors the brave don’t you think, Rick?
She said the last few words with one of the naughtiest looks I’ve ever been on the end of.

All I could think of was her tied to the pole and the sound she was making as the black guy was eating her pussy and imagining me in his place. I looked back into her eyes and it was almost like they were challenging me, saying, “Go on, ask me. Have you got the balls? Do you want some of this? Do you want to fuck me or not?”

As I stared at her huge tits I heard her say, “Well I’ve got other people to serve, so did you want some drinks? I’m assuming that’s why you came to the bar, not just to tease me and stare at my beautiful tits.” She threw her head back again and laughed.

‘Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,’ I thought, ‘I’ve got to get back upstairs with the drinks but in front of me stands a woman that most blokes outside of this place can only dream of having.’

“Err, yes please, I need some drinks. Chrissie and an old friend are waiting for me upstairs and I must have been gone for nearly half an hour already.”

“Well I’m sure they won’t miss you too much, will they. So you’ve got to go then? Definitely? Absolutely I can’t tempt you with these then?”

With that she unzipped her top and spilled out those massive tits we had seen earlier on the dance floor. She grabbed my hand and put it on her left tit.

“Well, OK then, if you have to go, but just feel what you are going to be missing!”

“Well we may come back next week,” I said, knowing her interest had probably just flown out of the fucking window along with any opportunity I may have had that night of fucking the dirtiest most desirable woman in the club that night!!

“Like I said to you earlier, I never know when or where the mood takes me. It may happen again, it may not. If you find a winning lottery ticket in the street you don’t take it back in the fucking shop and swap it for a new one in case you win more next week do you?”

“Ok thanks, I’ll have two Diet Pepsi’s and Budweiser, please.”

“Ok here you are, have these on me. That’s the least I can do as I was hoping that it would have been you on me right now!”
With that she turned on her killer heels and that was the last I saw of her that night!

Wow, doesn’t time fly! I had been gone from the room half an hour now, so I went back upstairs as quickly as I could with the drinks.
As I approached the door I could hear as plain as day Chrissie’s screaming and the unmistakeable sound of Clives cock pumping in and out of my wife’s pussy.

He was shouting, “You love it, don’t you bitch,” and she was screaming, “Yes, yes!”

I knocked on the door. They just carried on. I knocked louder and Chrissie yelled, “Go away, come back in a bit,”

I heard Clive say firmly to her, “Don’t be disrespectful to my friend. He went to get us drinks, so go and let him in, then get back over here. We haven’t finished yet”

“Good. Because I’m still hungry for more of that gorgeous cock of yours.”

Next thing the door opened, and the first thing that hit me was the smell of sex and sweat – a sort of musky smell that only comes from frantic, long, hard fucking. Chrissie was standing there. Her hair was matted with sweat (and maybe sperm??), her make-up was smeared around her face. She was wet from head to toe with sweat, and while her right hand was on the door handle her left was cupping her pussy. I thought either you are sore or you are holding something in? Had she taken a load from Clive? I wondered. But the thing that really stood out was she looked so contented, in fact more than that she looked like the cat (maybe a black cat) that got the cream, double cream at that!!

She said, “Clive told me to say sorry.”

“That’s ok, there’s no need to be sorry, you aren’t sorry are you?”

“Sorry, why would I be sorry, I feel amazing, and you are okay, aren’t you? And as for Clive, well you can ask him yourself,” she laughed.

I walked into the room and gave Clive his drink.

“Cheers mate, can you just shut the door please? Thanks. Now what did I tell you, Chrissie, over here please?” As Chrissie walked over to Clive, I lay down on the bench near the door where I was before I went to get the drinks, wondering what was going to happen next.
Clive was sitting on the edge of the bench opposite me, beckoning her over. She walked over, sank to her knees, and started sucking his cock.

Clive said to me, “While you were at the bar she told me she liked the taste of a black cock, it was different, and now she wants to taste black seed. I told her we would have to ask you if it was OK first, so what do you think.”

As I looked over at her on her knees, she was hungrily sucking and licking his cock and balls. She was running her hand up and down his big black shaft to make him harder. She was again in a world of her own.

“I thought I saw some in her hair when I got back,” I said quietly.

“Oh no, she did ask, but I said as you are my mate. I wouldn’t take advantage, but I did shoot over her tits and neck, and she liked that. I think some may have got on her hair from that.”

“It’s up to you two, I don’t mind either way,” although secretly I was hoping he would, just to see how she handled it.

I needn’t have worried because as soon as I said that, her mouth, lips, and hands went into overdrive. She used her tits to fuck his cock, sucked him, and told him how much she wanted to taste his black seed.
I watched Clives face as he started to come. He was sweating and his face was contorted in ecstasy. Now it was his turn to scream,

“Yes go on Chrissie, suck it baby. Ooh yes, lick those balls, Aah yes, Suck my black cock, Aww you are THE best baby, I love it, Oh white girl you the best. Oh fuck me, I’m coming. Oh not yet , not yet, Shit , I’m coming , I’M COMING !!

He held her head firmly with those big black hands, and shot every drop of come from his big black balls into her mouth and throat. She didn’t flinch or pull away, just made a low, soft, gurgling noise, pleasure and relief all at the same time as she swallowed Clives sperm.
She slipped the now going soft cock from her mouth and turned to me, and with a small trickle of Clives seed coming from either corner of her mouth, which now had started to turn into a smile, she said to me,

“I hope you enjoyed that as much as we did, Honey. Thank you for being so understanding about it.”
She had never swallowed my come, so I had to ask, “How did it feel and taste? Are you OK?”

“OK? I’m great! I was a bit worried about how I’d cope, but once I felt Clives cock starting to throb and I knew he was coming, I lost all sense of fear and just let it happen. It gushed out and shot to the back of my throat. A lot just slid down but what was in my mouth I rolled around with my tongue getting used to the taste. It was hotter than a white guy’s and slightly sweeter, still a bit salty but a really amazing feeling. I even came myself while he was shooting into my mouth, that’s how horny it felt.”

“That’s some woman you’ve got there, Rick,” Clive said wearily. “I’m going to have to go soon, I’ve got to get back to London. But If you guys fancy getting together again, then I’ll be here at the club same day next month. To be honest, it makes a change to meet a genuine, decent couple that know how to enjoy themselves, and as for Chrissie… Well, Nuff respect man.”

I thought about what he said for a split second and replied, “OK, but before then if you fancy a beer for old time’s sake, why don’t you come and see us at home because we haven’t had much chance to catch up really. Do you still have my old mobile number from the Physio sessions?”

“Yes, I keep all my clients numbers just in case.”

“Well. I’m still on the same number, so if you give me a call mid-week maybe we can sort something out for next weekend. That’s if Chrissie is OK with it.” I didn’t need to look round at her as Chrissie retorted quick as a flash.

“Yes, of course I’m OK with it. We haven’t got anything planned and it would be nice to offer Clive some of our good old-fashioned hospitality!” I could hear the enthusiasm in her voice.

“OK, I’ll come up to see you. Do you think I could stay over, save me driving back same day?”

“I don’t see why not. When do you fancy coming?”

“Next Saturday would be good,” Clive suggested.

“OK mate, I’ll ring you in the week then,” I said as Clive went to the door.

As he left the room he turned back and said, “Nice lady you got there, Rick. Maybe when I come to yours next week she could get a new outfit for me. I love the naughty schoolgirl look.” We both smiled knowingly to each other as he slowly closed the door behind him.
When Clive had gone I turned to Chrissie, who was wiping the remaining drops of Clives cum from her face and mouth using her red satin G-string. “

“Don’t be so dirty,” I laughed. With that the door opened again and Clive popped his head round the door.

“I think I forgot something, didn’t I Chrissie.”

“Yes, here it is,” and she handed him the G-string.

“Don’t worry,” he grinned, “I’ll bring it back when I come to yours next week. Right, I’m definitely off now, see you guys soon.”

I heard the him door closed behind him as he left the room fully satisfied.

Chrissie and I stood apart facing each other, now all alone in the room, staring into each others eyes, neither of us said a word.

Well if you were me, what would you have said?