We arrived in Buffalo very late, and as luck would have it, there was a screw up
at the hotel. The Guaranteed Late Arrival room no longer existed. We were limoed
to a sister hotel that had reasonable accommodations. We checked out the room,
it was a king bed, non smoking, and nice enough for a single night. As we had
the luggage brought up, we noticed there was a nice looking restaurant in the
hotel. I was ready for that. Sue freshened up - I don't know why, she never
looks bad, or hassled, at times like these, and down we went. Dinner was fine. I
noticed, though, a man, eating alone. First of all, having traveled enough to
know, one of the bummers of business travel is finishing a day's intensive work,
with high energy, then being alone that night. There was more to it than that,
though. He kept glancing at us, and would avert his gaze when he saw me looking
back. He was well dressed, looked to be as tall as me (an inch or 2 over 6 feet)
but there any comparison ended. I'm 185 pounds, or so. He was 250, and not fat.
I'm white, he was black. His face looked like it had been hacked of ebony, or
chiseled from a tough black marble. Very rugged, but handsome, too. If he was
younger, I'd have guessed he was a pro football player. The meal ended, Sue had
one of the two cocktails she allows herself in an evening. Three usually means
no inhibitions, and fun. We started for our room, but in passing the lounge we
heard what had to be live music - of the kind (slow) we like to dance to. Sue
says, while this is being written, to write the truth. It's the kind Sue likes
to dance to. The lounge was nice, dim, moderated crowded. We got a small table,
ordered a token drink, and went to the floor. A half hour of dancing later I
noticed that hunk of ebony or chiseled marble at the bar, and again spending
time watching us. "Honey, did you notice anyone staring at us at dinner and
here?" "If you mean a tall, rugged looking handsome black man sitting at the
left end of the bar, no, I haven't noticed a thing," Sue replied. Sue tells me
now she saw him watching us all through dinner, too, and she was a little
unnerved about it. "Oh." Some more dancing, then the fluids I had been drinking
made their presence in my bladder known. "I need to find a men's room, or we can
call it a night, honey." "I'm really enjoying being here. Go pee. I'll make it
worth your while if we stay a little longer." "OK. Be back in a couple of
minutes." "The men's room is around the bar, sir" the waiter said, and off I
went. Fate stepped in. I was walking along the bar, and Ebony, seeing me coming,
kind of turned away. "Excuse me." He turned back. "Can I help you?" "My wife and
I noticed you've been staring at us, all evening. What's going on?" "Sorry, sir.
I'm still about 10 days from getting home, and I'm lonesome. Seeing a couple who
seem happy makes it easier, and harder. Guess I wasn't being very polite. No
offence meant." "None was taken." "I'll just finish my drink, and go to my
room." "Look," I said. "We're going to be here for a while yet. I'm going to the
head. Go ask my wife to dance, I'm sure she'd like that." "You wouldn't mind?"
"No, and neither would she. Just tell her you appreciated being called a `rugged
good looking black man'." Some minutes later I came back to the table, to see it
empty of people, but with an extra glass and chair. There they were, on the
dance floor. Sue, I didn't yet tell you, is 5'11" or so, maybe 130 pounds, and
she looked lost in the arms of this man. They came back to the table. "Honey,
Rudy said you sent him over." I stood: "Hi, Rudy, thanks for keeping her
company. Sit down a while." We talked a little, the music started again, and
this time I took my wife to the floor. "Thanks for sending him over - he's a
charming guy." "I didn't realize how big he is," I said. "Well, it's not that
he's tall, but honey I can hardly get my arms around him. And he's all muscle -
it's like dancing with a walking oak tree." "Ebony", I thought. The next several
dances were his. I enjoyed watching them - he was very proper with Sue, and that
might have annoyed her just a little. After all, and she's said this before in
different circumstances "I'm a woman, not his sister!" After an hour, and after
a few more drinks (Sue had more than she usually does, and anyone who has read
other stories about us know what that can lead to) it was Sue's turn to visit
the ladies room. She returned to see Rudy and me in a deep conversation. "I hope
you're not talking about me." And then the band leader announced there'd be a 20
minute break. Rudy started to say his good-nights, and Sue went to him, gave him
a kiss that was a bit more than sisterly. We shook hands, he waved, and went
off. Sue reminded me I had a reward coming for staying in the lounge and dancing
with her, even though I was tired. We went to our room, too. We were still
pretty awake. "Night cap?" "Sure." The in room bar had makings for our martinis,
now her fourth, and enough make her silly. I got the drinks started, Sue found
slow music on the in room sound system, and began moving to it. "I gotta tell
you that what started off as a dull evening turned out to be pretty exciting. I
got horny dancing with Rudy, and can't wait to get into bed. I want to give you
your reward." The reader needs some background here. Over the past few years,
Sue and I indulged in playing out a couple of fantasies. In one, she was a
seductress/exhibitionist, and I a voyeur, and she seduced someone while I
watched. Another time, she and her ex college roommate and I, for reasons to
complicated to describe here, had a three some. "I have a different idea." "What
do you mean?" "Well, I'm horny, too. I think I'd like my woman to be a little
trashy tonight." She did a little bump and grind. "Let's go to bed, I'll show
you how trashy I can be." "Trashier than that." There was a few second's
silence. "What do you want, Tony?" "Rudy is in his room about 10 doors down the
hall. He's been here for a week with his work team, and won't be home for
another week. His buddies are out at a strip joint, he didn't want to do that,
so he's here alone, now. "I told him I'd ask you if you'd like to have him come
by and join us for a drink. I told him I'd call him at 1AM if it was ok with
you. That's in 20 minutes. "I'm going to change - you think about it, and if you
like the idea of at least fooling around a bit, tell me when I come out. "Wait a
minute. You mean invite him here and. . ." I interrupted. "Yeah. No promises,
but what happens, happens, and the deal has to be that there'll be no crap from
me to you, or you to me, no matter what." I went to the bathroom, changed into
P.J. bottoms and a robe, stroked an very erect cock - it was going to be in a
nice place, no matter what happened, in a little while. I came out. "Well?" "I'm
scared about this." "OK, we won't call, come to bed." "I didn't say not to call,
honey. I'd like to be trashy tonight for you, and for me, too." "You know you
may wind up getting fucked by two men, don't you?" "Yes." "OK, I'll call." I
watched my wonderful wife blush as I called, room to room. "Come on over for a
night cap, Rudy." Sue came into my arms - "Honey - I wanted to make love with
you tonight. Will we?" "I think so. Sue, change into something nice, and put
your heels on, ok?" Sue grabbed some things from her suit case, and went into
the bathroom. A few minutes later there was a quiet knock, and I opened the door
to admit Rudy. The man had style. He came in wearing a very black robe, and
black pajama bottoms were visible, too. "Thanks for inviting me." "Rudy, I'll
make you a drink," I said. "Sue'll be out in a moment." The bathroom door
opened, and Sue, flushed, made her entrance in a black robe over what I knew to
be a full length silky negligee. She was wearing her heels, too, and looked,
well, delicious. The music was nice, and Rudy said "I'd rather have this dance."
Seeing my wife, in her black robe, wrapped in Rudy's black robed arms was
exciting for me, and my erection began to grow. But, Rudy was dancing with her
in a very proper way. I couldn't help myself. "Rudy, I'm offended. You are
dancing with a woman I think is beautiful and sexy, and you are holding her as
though she was your mother or sister." And Sue said "I won't break, Rudy." He
began holding her closer. Sue reddens when she's excited - and she was bright
red, now. At the end of the music she broke from his embrace. Standing near the
in room bar, each had another sip of cocktail. Both Rudy and I had modest bulges
pressing at our robes. It was my turn to dance with Sue. She ground her pelvis
into mine, and said "It's looking like it will be an exciting night." Rudy broke
in, and once again my white blond wife was wrapped in black, and it was ever so
sexy. Since both were wearing black, the only contrast was Sue's blond hair on
his shoulder. Rudy's hand, on her small of her back, moved downwards a little
unsurely, until it was resting on the outward curve of Sue's buttocks. She
didn't object, and just moved a little closer to him. She tells me now, as I'm
typing this, that his erection was pushing at her pelvis, and really exciting
her. Midway through the dance, she decided to turn the heat up a little. "I'm
hot." She broke from his embrace, took off her robe, and went back to his arms.
Her negligee was black, not quite translucent. It was a silky clingy sort of
thing, and hung from two ribbons, tied with bows, on her shoulders. Sometimes
when she moved a hip was outlined, then concealed. Her breasts moved nicely
under it, too. Her nipples were erect, and poking at the fabric. It was held at
the waist with a sash, and that also outlined her figure nicely. Finally, it had
a side slit, so that from time to time a lot of leg was exposed. And, it left
little doubt that it was the only thing she was wearing. The dancing continued.
When a gap appeared between their bodies, I could see Rudy was aroused - his
robe was pushed out, and he wasn't trying to be polite about it. "My husband
told me to be trashy tonight, Rudy", Sue said, still blushing. Sue's arm, which
had been around Rudy's back, came forward, to his cheek. Sue slowed the dancing,
and kissed him. The hand on his cheek, palm outward, traced over his robe, to
his chest. "You've a big chest, Rudy", she said, and the hand traced down lower,
grazing his erection, then went to his back again. The dance was over, and we
had another drink, sitting at the side of the bed. "It is hot," I said, and took
my robe off. I run and swim, so my body is lean, and I'm proud of it. Rudy said
"It looks like you run for conditioning. I pump iron, and do body building."
"Show me", Sue said. "I thought you'd never ask." His robe came off. Sue
unbuttoned his black P.J. top, and opened it. Now she traced the back of her
hand over a huge chest, and I watched as she stood closer to him. His erection
was tenting his pants, now. "Can I dance some more with this hunk" Sue asked?
"You bet", we both said. She moved toward him, took his pajama top by the
lapels, and slid it down his arms, to the floor. Now in his arms, swaying to the
music, she was being held by muscles covered with the blackest skin I'd seen,
and I knew his cock was poking at her, too. I saw his hands up and down her
back, the dancing had stopped but those two people were just swaying together.
His hands went to her ass, pulled her to him, and with her hands around his
neck, kissed her. I saw mouths open as their lips met. Sue pushed away after a
moment. Sue's hand again was tracing down his chest, and I watched it move
lower, to a true washboard belly. "That feels nice," she said, and to me, she
asked "Trashy enough?" "No." The hand moved below the belly, under his pants -
"that feels nicer", Sue said, as her hand came out, and they were dancing
slowly, again. Sue tells me now that his cock was pulsing when she just barely
touched it, and just touching it made her feel, well, trashy. We'd been married
20 years, and she had sex with only one other guy since then - we told that
story before. She tells me, as I'm typing this, that every once in a while she
likes straight sensual sex - no love making, just sex - and she was very ready
for that then. And now, as I'm typing! I moved behind Sue, slipped my hands
between them, and cupped her breasts. Her nipples - `headlights', she called
them - were on high beam! I had an idea. They were dancing very close together,
now. Still behind, I untied one of her shoulder straps, and let it fall, front
and back. It was held up because she was against Rudy. She tells me now that she
was afraid to move away, she felt modest, ashamed, but excited too. She said she
wanted help for the next step. I went back to the bed. The music ended. They
continued to stand, close together. "Sue, you can't stand there for ever." She
held the right side of her negligee up with her left hand, and turned to me.
"Are you sure?, she asked. "Yes." That was the help she needed, but she got more
than that. Rudy came up behind her. His big hands reached around her hips, to
her belly. Sue parted her legs a bit. She says she wanted those big hands to
move down, over her pubic mount. Instead, I watched as these black hands moved
up, until they were under her breasts. He bent, and began kissing her neck,
while she stood there, still with her hand holding up her negligee. His hand
slipped under it, and began fondling her breast. Sue said his hands were rough
on her breast - much different from my touch, and that he began squeezing her
nipple enough for it to hurt, but in a pleasurable way - not that it needed help
in being erect. "I want to see your hands on her, Rudy" I said. His other hand
took the one she was using to hold her strap, and moved it down. Sue says now
she wanted to get naked, but she wanted us to be responsible. The negligee fell
open, now with only one shoulder strap holding it up, and I watched this black
hand caress, then pitch at and twist her nipple. My cock was bursting. Sue's
hands were crossed behind her, I'm sure stroking Rudy's cock, through his pajama
bottoms. She says, now, that's exactly what she was doing. I didn't realize it
at the time, but Sue said it was poking into the crack between her buttocks,
then, and she first realized she might be in a double penetration sandwich that
night, and it was ok with her. She turned back to Rudy, reached out to dance
with him again, with the negligee draped from one shoulder, her breast, with
erect nipple, exposed. I watched it meet his bare chest, and had not been as
excited in a year. Now his right hand was on her bare back, and I loved the
sight of that black hand on that white skin. She wanted that hand to go lower,
but that didn't happen, yet. Instead, I went behind her again, and untied the
other shoulder. Rudy put his hands on her shoulders, and slowly moved her away
from him, until the negligee fell away, to her waist, where it was held by the
sash. Sue said she watched his face as he looked at her, bare from the the waist
up, her nipples pointing at him, and she saw his black face get even darker as
it - and other parts of his anatomy - became engorged with blood. She loved it.
Sue turned to me, flushed with excitement, bare breasted, and pulled me to a
standing position. "You've undressed me, and now you have to pay the price." She
pulled at my bottoms, they unsnapped, and fell. I stepped out of them, the first
one, but I was sure not the only one, to be naked tonight in this room. The
first erect cock, mine, was being aired, bobbing, with a little pre-ejaculation
fluid visible. I couldn't wait. I took Sue by the hand, and pulled her to the
bed. I was being a lousy host. I sat, legs wide, turned her so that she was
facing Rudy, and away from me. I lifted the back of her nightgown, and guided
her down, onto me. My cock found the nice place it was looking for. Oh, that
felt good! Rudy was watching as she settled, breasts and nipples pointing at
him, her negligee bunched around her hips, covering her knees, as she settled on
my cock. "I'd like some of that," he said. "Come closer, Rudy. Don't be left
out." He did, and Sue reached to his hips, gathered a handful of pajama material
in each hand, and pulled his pajama bottoms down. He stepped out of them. His
cock, long, thick, angry looking and pulsing, sprang free, almost touching her
breasts. Its shaft looked like a branch from an ebony tree, veined and thick.
Sue looked at it, and tells me now that if she wasn't married and sexually
satisfied with me, she could become a whore for cocks like that. Sue looked at
me over her shoulder. I put a hand on either side of her face, and turned her so
that she was facing Rudy. She looked up at his face, reached for his hips, and
drew him closer. I couldn't see, but was sure his cock was pressing against her
breast. Her mouth was against his washboard belly, and then his cock moved to
her shoulder. Sue says, as I'm typing this, that the heat from his cock on her
shoulder was wonderful, and I don't remember this, but she tipped her head so
she could feel its heat on her ear, too. I moved my hands to her cheeks, with my
fingers just at the edge of her mouth, and could feel her mouth open, and her
tongue wetting her lips, touching my finger tips. At the same time, I could feel
little spasms as her cunt gripped my cock. "She's liking this, " I thought. She
says, as I'm typing, that she sure did, and she loved that her husband was about
to do what I was about to do. I tilted her head down a little, and could feel
her mouth open more. She pushed Rudy a way a little, and I saw her hands come to
his pelvis, and I'm sure were holding his cock. Being behind her, I couldn't
see, of course. I felt her mouth open wider, and I moved her head down a little
- it didn't take much encouragement. Sue tells me now that she had one hand
around the shaft of his cock, and the other was cupping his scrotum at this
instant. Then I felt her cheeks indent. Mouth open, cheeks indenting: no
question about what was going on, she was sucking him in, hard. I looked up at
Rudy, who was looking down at my wife, and I could see his hips move, and in
time with that I felt, through her cheeks, his cock move in her mouth. The
expression of joy on his face was priceless. "Rudy, you can come in my mouth",
Sue mumbled. "Shouldn't talk with your mouth full", I said. Her vagina with its
little quivers was telling me she was very excited - but all of us were. She
says now she had a mini orgasm then, not her first, and for sure not her last of
the evening. "I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to fuck you," he
replied. The man had taste. Her cunt spasmed around my cock. She mumbled
something again. "What did you say, Sue?" Her cunt squeezed my cock, her hands
squeezed Rudy's. "I said I'd like that." I have to stop writing, now. Sue says
it's time to do something else that will be more fun than writing.
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