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“Victor Sonjes had the look of a corporate chief executive, or perhaps, even a Wall Street banker. He was neither, but he was a powerbroker in his own right. He was a ruggedly handsome man of fifty-three, very tall, and leanly built, with neatly cropped sandy hair and steely gray eyes that could see little beyond his gold. He was charismatic, bright and shrewd, and outwardly magnanimous when the situation called for it. There was also cruelty in him. Deeply-rooted, and it reared its head most often with those closest to him, and those he held profound contempt for.

He leaned awkwardly against the edge of the big sturdy desk in the dim light of his vast study. He used one hand to steady himself. The other rested at the back of the head of an average-looking, but heavily buxom, young blond, who knelt topless between his parted legs. He used the hand to rock the woman”s stuffed mouth up and down his spike-hard cock. There was the glint of smugness and satisfaction on his face as he stared down at the woman who struggled to keep up with the pace set by his pushing hand. She pounded anxiously at his scrawny thighs with small fists, but her anxiety went ignored. The tears of deep humiliation fell silently from her eyes.

Sonjes threw his head back suddenly. His mouth fell open, and he panted erratically several times as his orgasm built steadily. He finally clenched his perfect white teeth, and grunted deeply from his tautly, muscled stomach, as his warm oily seed spurted like pulsing globs of lava from the head of his jerking cock. He pushed his hips violently two times, thrusting the fleshy lance deeper into the young woman”s helpless mouth.

The woman stopped her fight, and concentrated solely on swallowing the sticky fluid as fast as she could. Sonjes forced her head down farther, maliciously, causing her to lose her rhythm. She gagged violently, spitting the seed from mouth and nose. It ran from the corner of her mouth, and down her chin, dripping onto the polished wood floor between her spread knees.

The wealthy man relaxed his grip, letting the blond fall away from his spent crotch. He began to chuckle as he tucked his cock away and zipped his pants. It rose softly from his chest to a deep and taunting kind of laughter that filled the enormous room. The woman just hovered on her hands and knees, unable to speak or catch her breath, as she tried to cough the remaining clots of the thick liquid from her throat.

He caught a suddenly glimpse of movement in the study doorway, and his eyes rolled casually in that direction. His pretty wife stood staring at him. She did not utter a word. There was no surprise or hurt in her eyes, only the blank stare of disillusionment.

Morgan Sonjes was tall, and elegantly attractive. She was forty-four. Her build was slender. She had luxuriously thick auburn hair that was cropped neatly around her face. There was nothing particularly exceptional about her face, but crystal clear sea-green-colored eyes, a perfectly straight nose, delicate cheekbones and soft thin lips worked together to create a picture of beauty and grace.

Sonjes gave his stunned wife an impish little grin, and then watched as she turned slowly and walked away. When she disappeared from his view, he looked down at the young blond again. His grin faded quickly, and the unmistakable glare of distain rose to replace it in his narrow gray eyes.

“Get your clothes on, and get the fuck out of here,” he spat pitilessly at the young blond, almost under his breath.

~~

“Mr. Sonjes won”t like this, ma”am,” the raspy, concerned voice echoed in her head. “This is going to make him crazy.”

Morgan Sonjes smiled ironically through the steady stream of tears that poured from her big green eyes. She dabbed at the tears with a handkerchief, and then wiped carelessly at her nose. She nodded slightly in recognition, certain that she was being watched from the front seat of the limousine, but the words meant nothing to her.

“…He”ll spare no expense to find you,” the driver continued to reason. “You know that better than anyone.”

She looked down at the angry circular mass of skin on the back of an otherwise delicate and pretty hand. She rubbed at the mark carefully with her thumb, surprised that she felt no pain.

~~

“When does my opinion matter then, Victor?” the attractive woman questioned angrily as she sat next to her husband in the back seat of their limousine. “I”m your wife.”

Victor Sonjes flicked the ashy tip of his big cigar into the ashtray in the car door, and then he looked over at his wife. The ire in his narrow eyes told her that he was near to exploding, but that didn”t matter to her. This was a fight she would see through to its outcome.

“Tell me, Victor,” she prodded.

“Nothing you do or say matters, Morgan,” he said in a measured tone. “You”re along for the ride. Do you understand? Keep your mouth shut, and enjoy it.”

“You cold bastard,” she said in disbelief. “I won”t live like this.”

The man”s eyes narrowed to tiny slits, and his anger raged forth. He reached for her with the quickness of a striking snake. His fingers gripped her wrist, their tips dug deeply into the flesh. The woman winced and tried to pull free. Her husband dug his fingertips in even deeper, forcing his wife cease her defiant struggle. Sonjes tugs roughly at the wrist, pulling until her face was a mere inch from his. She could feel his heated breath on her.

“You”ll live any way I decide, Morgan,” he said angrily. “You belong to me.”

When the pretty woman shook her head in adamant defiance, the man slammed her palm down on his thigh, and held on firmly. He pressed the tip of the burning cigar into the back of her hand without warning, and she screamed out in agonizing pain. He released her wrist, and calmly took another puff on the cigar. The pretty woman said nothing more. She almost cowered on the seat next to him. She cradled her wounded hand close to her breast, and she began to sob in silence.

“You and I will not have this discussion again,” he said calmly. “Try to remember.”

~~

The burn had healed, but her husband had intended it to be a constant reminder to her. He had succeeded. She knew then that she should have walked away from him, but she had lacked the strength and courage. Now, she just felt foolish, and deeply disappointed that she had let herself be used for so long.

“… …Mrs. Sonjes…,” the voice called again a few moments later.

“Then, he”ll find me, Bobby,” she replied resolutely. “…But, it won”t be today, and it won”t be tomorrow…, maybe it won”t even be next week. I can”t do this anymore. It has to stop.”

“…Yes, ma”am,” the voice replied in solemn surrender.

The pretty woman went back to staring out of the car window. None of the scenery looked familiar to her. Her life had felt much the same way for a very long time. She had to put an end to her pain, or else the good that had once lived inside her, her hopes, her creativity, her beliefs, would die forever.

“Stop the car!” She shouted suddenly. “Bobby!!”

When the car stopped, she gathered her purse and coat quickly, and looked at the dark glass that served as a partition between the two seats.

“I can make it from here,” she smiled.

“Ah, think about what you”re doing, honey,” the voice reasoned desperately. “What are you gonna do out here alone?”

“I have thought about it,” the attractive woman replied quickly. “Right now, the freedom to make my own choices again means everything.”

“…I wouldn”t have told, Mrs. Sonjes,” the voice said. “I swear it.”

“I know,” she said, with a soft tone of fondness in her voice. “Goodbye, Bobby.”"

~~

Morgan Sonjes awakened with a start, and sat up rigidly in her bed, panicked eyes darting nervously. Sweat soaked her night clothes, and her breathing was frantic. She calmed as she began to recognize the new surroundings of her loft apartment. She edged to the side of her big bed, swung her shapely legs over, and sat a few moments to collect her thoughts.

She had run only as far as the city. She hoped that it would be the last place that her husband thought to look. She leased a roomy loft apartment in a redevelopment project underway in the old business district downtown. The area had been reclaimed from the bums and street people who had inhabited it, and after extensive renovation it had become a new haven for young yuppie types and business executives who worked nearby.

Morgan Sonjes had fallen in love with the apartment the moment she set foot in it. In addition to its layout and size, it had three enormous bay windows that stretched across the entire front side of the apartment. They rose nearly to the ceiling, and they captured the morning sunlight perfectly. She had decorated the apartment carefully to her own taste. It was sparingly furnished with a comfortable couch, matching easy chairs and coffee table. In the dining room, there was a modern glass and chrome dinner table with two chairs. There were photographs, and lush clinging green plants everywhere. She had even set up an area that she used as a dark room.

She finally felt steady enough to rise to her feet. She stretched slowly as the short blue nightie fell down and settled around her sleek bare thighs, and then she headed downstairs to tinker in her dark room. She often worked in the dead of night when her fears were greatest, and she couldn”t sleep because of them. Sometimes, she even thought that she was more creative during those times. Whatever the case was, her photography always calmed her.

Great shards of the moonlit night flooded in through the bay windows, causing a dim, but luminous shadow that lit her way. The pretty woman walked the path through the loft from memory though, stopping at the refrigerator for a big bottle of spring water. She closed the refrigerator door, enfolding herself in darkness again. She twisted the cap from the bottle, and took a long sip. She seemed to think for a moment, and then she walked back across the room to her camera case. She took three rolls of film from the case, and walked toward the dark room that she had set up just off the kitchen.

On the way, she spotted something that piqued her interest. She took a slight detour, stopping before one of the great windows. She stared out at a dimly lit room in the hotel just across the street from her apartment. The young couple there, newly-weds she guessed, were in the midst of a wildly passionate lovemaking session.

The young man”s body was hard and rippled with muscles that strained to capacity in passion. The woman”s body was slight, finely toned, and insatiable. She rode the long hard body of her lover like it was a great and powerful stead on a long and hard gallop. Her fingers dug into the tight flesh of his broad shoulders. Her big eyes stared without seeing.

Suddenly, her slight naked body tensed, and her head fell forward. She hung on the brink of sexual fulfillment for a long excruciating moment, and then, she began a final urgent ride, rhythmically hunching of her hips. Her mouth fell open, as if she intended to scream. She lurched forward violently, and bared tightly clenched teeth.

Morgan Sonjes had never watched sex before. The faint voice of her conscious told her to walk away, to leave such matters to privacy. Her body reacted on its own, independently and instinctively, remembering the intensity of sexual passion. It tingled incessantly, and flashes of heat radiated. She recognized the little groan, and the soft jagged burst of breathing that came behind it, as her own. Suddenly, she reached desperately for the edge of the window sill, as her body began to tremble without warning. Seconds later, she leaned into it hard as a savage orgasm erupted within, and rumbled through her body.

It was like a battering ram, bursting through the gates that held her sexual desires at bay. The pretty woman climbed weakly up next to the window, raised her feet onto the sill, and tucked her knees beneath her short flimsy nightie. She turned her eyes back to the hotel room and watched intently without blinking. She could not turn her eyes away, nor could she stop the little orgasmic tremors that quaked through her body at will.

The young woman in the hotel room sprang hurriedly from the rigid staff that had been buried inside her. It glistened with her cum and feminine lubricant. The young man flinched and stiffened. His cock jerked wildly, and the first thick stream of semen bounded into the air, and landed on his quivering stomach.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Morgan Sonjes moaned softly.

The young woman bent quickly beside her lover, and engulfed the spitting head of his cock. Her head bobbed slowly as she sucked and swallowed the pouring cum. She enclosed the jerking staff in her fist, and pumped it in the same rhythm as her head bobbed.

“Oooooooooooooooooo, g-g-god!” Morgan Sonjes groaned out, and panted her way roughly through yet another orgasm.

When the final orgasmic wave ebbed away to calm, she slumped heavily in the window bay, physically spent, and unable to move a single muscle. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.

*****

Morgan Sonjes aroused to the chill of the morning air, and a distant roar in her ears that was constant. She soon realized that the annoying roar was the sound of rush-hour traffic on the busy street below. On the heels of that, she realized that she was still on the window sill. She sat up, turned slightly, and looked out the big window. The curtains of the hotel room had been drawn closed. She felt immediate embarrassment at her shameful behavior, and she silently hoped that she had not been noticed.

As she was about to climb down from the sill, she saw him. The tall, strikingly handsome black man stared down from a window in the hotel, three floors above and two rooms to the right of the one she had spied upon. He did not move or turn away when it became clear that she had noticed him. That was instantly unnerving to her.

She raised her arms slowly, and crossed them over the skimpy nightie at her breasts, instinctively covering herself. Fear crept into her, and suddenly, she was unable to move or even breathe. The black man just smiled at her. It came easily to him, and it was attractive. He saluted playfully, and stepped away from the window. The tension in her faded away stubbornly, and she stared up at the empty hotel window until it did.

*****

When the woman returned from a short outing three days later, there was a large manila envelope on her doorstep. There was no address of any kind on it, and she could only ponder the conclusion of her short-lived freedom as she stared down at it for a long moment. Finally, she scooped it up, and let herself into the apartment, latching the four door locks when she was safe inside.

She moved to the couch, opened the envelope hastily, and pulled the contents from it. She had not expected photographs, but that”s exactly what they were. A grim sense of panic overtook her as she rifled through the prints hurriedly. There were seven 8×10 black & whites in total. All of them of her, and all had been shot from the same high vantage point through one of the big windows of her loft. She knew immediately, from the angle, who had taken them, and her ire surged instantly. She felt violated. There was a neatly printed note taped to the last photograph. It read:

*Who is this woman, really? I would love to know.

A secret admirer*

The pretty woman walked angrily to one of the big windows, and fiery eyes searched out the room. It was encased in shadow, but the glaring sunlight streaming into the loft made it impossible for her to tell if the black man was there watching.

She walked away from the window, and looked through the prints once more, slower this time. There was nothing explicitly sexual, or even offensive about them. They were a retrospective on her moods spanning the emotions of elation, sadness, humor, somberness, and longing. She read the note again, and after more thought, she found an admiring little smile for them. Perhaps the photos were meant to be just what they were, she thought. If so, then she was fairly certain that she had little to fear from her…admirer. She appreciated the creativity, and the work that had gone into what must have been a very difficult photo shoot.

*****

The woman viewed the photos again after dinner as she sat on the couch with a glass of wine. Curiosity had taken the place of the fear and apprehension she had felt earlier in the day, and it was curiosity that drew her to the big window once more. Inquisitive eyes searched out the room, but it was dark. She sighed softly, recognizing it as one of disappointment. The window lit up brightly as she was about to turn, and there he sat, in a comfortable high-back chair.

She wondered, instantly, how long he might have been there, watching her the way he was watching her now. Her eyes fell to the prints in her delicate hand nervously, and she made a hasty decision in that brief moment, one that she hoped she would not live to regret. She walked hurriedly back to the couch, and took the pen from the coffee table. She flipped one of the photos, and wrote quickly as she stepped back to the window. She held the white back of the 8×10 to the window and waited.

The black man leaned slightly to one side, and picked up his camera. He lifted it and pointed at her. After a moment, he lowered the camera, and smiled at her. He put the camera on the table beside him, and picked up the phone. He dialed the number from memory. Morgan Sonjes still jumped slightly when the telephone rang behind her. She looked back at it, stared up at him, and then, went to answer it.

“Are you stalking me?” Morgan Sonjes asked quietly.

“No, nothing like that,” he answered politely. “The option of saying “no” is always yours.”

“It is…?” She questioned slowly. “Then…, you consider yourself a gentleman?”

“Well, I”m not so sure I”d go that far,” the man replied with a soft chuckle. “But….”

“But…?” She asked.

“… …You do intrigue me,” he said plainly.

The tall woman walked back to the window listening closely. She hoisted herself onto the sill, and pulled her feet up. She felt a strange sense of kinship with the amiable voice on the other end of the line. Perhaps it the deep longing for intimacy, but she liked what he had said to this point, and she liked the way he sounded. The smooth deep voice, and its easy tone, did it for her. She leaned back, and rested her eyes on him.

“So, what is it you want to know?” She asked, mildly curious.

“How about starting with your name,” he replied pleasantly.

“It”s…Morgan…, Morgan Sonjes,” she said slowly.

“Mine is Travis Anders,” he said, his smile coming through even over the phone line.

“Mmmmmmm,” she replied, insinuating that perhaps she liked the name.

“Have dinner with me tomorrow night…,” the black man said calmly.

“Look, Mr. Anders…,” she began.

“Travis,” he corrected quickly.

“I”m…married,” she continued.

“Is that a “no”?” he asked, keeping the pleasant tone in his voice.

“No, but…, it”s complicated, and difficult to explain,” the woman replied carefully.

“Look, I find you extremely attractive, and I”d like to get to know you better,” the black man said calmly. “Let”s have one dinner together, and you can decide from there.”

“Why me?” she asked softly.

“… …Maybe I”ve never seen a woman so in need of a friend,” he said clearly. “…I”ll pick you up at 7:30.”

“… …Okay,” she said, trying to lift the tone of her voice.

“Good night, Morgan,” Travis Anders said.

The line went dead, and her eyes rose to the window. The tall rangy man rose from his chair, and disappeared into the room after a final smile and wave at her.

*****

Her night was a restless one, filled again with dreams of her husband”s cruelty. She awakened in panic twice. The second time, she got up, and went down to the lower level of the loft. The big window drew her like a magnet. The lamp still burned in his hotel room, but he was nowhere to be seen. She eyed the clock. It was almost 4 a.m. She stayed at the window until her anxiety passed, and then she went back up to bed. There was one final dream…one of the handsome black stranger, somewhere in the black abyss…making sweet slow love to her.

His hands made their way to my breast and he pinched my nipples, which cause me to open my legs wider and place his hand on my pussy. I rocked back and forth on his cock, trying to evoke another trip down pleasure lane for the two of us. A couple of minutes later I plastered his cock with my female cream. I felt the familiar vibration from his cock inside of me. I slid of his cock and knelt in front of him. I snatched the condom off his cock and consumed it like the meaty meal it was. I stroked and sucked his cock until he rewarded me with warm gust of cum.

Darrin slipped of to sleep; I got up and put my clothes on. I gave his cock a soft kiss and thanked it for doing me right and headed out the door. I attended the wedding the next day. It was beautiful and they made a beautiful couple. I got home late Sunday night. Thomas was waiting for me with open arms. He made soft tender love to me like he always does. The mental picture of Darrin fucking me was fresh in my mind as I mentally fucked him with Thomas inside me.

I’m glad I didn’t listen to my parents when I was a teenager. I would have missed out on one damn good fucking from a guy from the other side of the tracks.

“Tom told me you saw him naked before.”

“He did? I’m so sorry,” Anna said afraid that this woman would say something to John. “It was an accident. The towel fell and……”

Faye grinned. “He’s a big man and I’m willing to share him if you want.”

“Share.”

“Yes……you with Tom and me with John.” There it was all out on the table.

“You mean…….like swapping spouses………..sex? Anna gasped.

“Yes honey…….my husband fucks you with that big black cock at the same time I get the same from your husband.” Faye smiled.

“John…….would never agree……..,” Anna whispered as she glanced out at the two men standing by the grill.

Faye chuckled. “But that means you would.” She turned with the salad bowls and walked out the doorway.

“I……..never……..said that…….” Anna said as she grabbed the forks and napkins and followed her outside.

Dinner was outside and since it was getting pretty dark it was hard to really see what was going on under the table. Faye had sat across from John on purposed so she could reach across with her bare foot and rub up and down his leg. She maintained a conversation with everyone as if nothing was going on. John however was having a large problem focusing on what was being said.

“How long have you been married?” Tom asked Anna as he too rubbed his bare foot on the front of her tightly squeezed together kneecaps.

“Stop,” Anna said without sound as she held her cheeseburger in front of her mouth to hide it from their spouses. “Ten years,” she said with increased emotion.

“We’ve been married the same,” Faye grinned. From her seat next to Anna she could see the woman’s legs moving around trying to escape her husband’s touches. She wondered just how much experience the two had with others. “Did you date a lot before you were married?”

John kept looking at his wife to make sure she was not noticing his reaction to Faye’s foot now pressing between his knees. It surprised him to see Anna’s face a bright red and her looking at Tom constantly. “No………we dated throughout high school and never really dated anyone else.” Faye’s toes were actually tickling him as they moved closer and closer to his raging hard-on.

Anna knew he was going to win the battle and get between her legs soon so she quickly shifted her hips to the side. But instead of detouring him she had given him a clear shot up under the side of her dress. His large toes pushed upward until they touched the side of her buttock.

“That’s cool,” Tom grinned realizing that this couple would be first time swingers if they could pull it off. His big toe pushed under the edge of her panties and pulled outward to allow half of his foot to move under.

“I………uh…..need to use the……..restroom,” Anna said as she pulled her hips back freeing her body from his foot. Her face was red hot as she turned and moved quickly into the house.

“I could use another beer,” Tom grinned as he watched Anna’s little butt wiggle on its way into the house. “I better hit the john too when Anna comes out.” He stood facing away from John to prevent the other man seeing his raised passion before winking at Faye and moving into the house.

“Stop,” John said firmly as he grabbed Faye’s foot that was inches from pushing against his crotch. He held it in his hand.

“Don’t I turn you on?” She asked with a fake hurt look.

“Yes……..but Jesus Christ…….our spouses were sitting next to us.”

“They are not now,” she grinned while wiggling her toes forward until they pushed again his bulge.

“You’re crazy….you know it?” He asked as he let go of her foot and shifted his hips forward. The bottom of her whole foot was lengthwise against his six inch covered shaft.

“I know,” she laughed. “Take it out.”

“Here………now?”

“Yes…….they will be a while. I’ll give you a foot job.” Faye watched him make up his mind which took about twenty seconds. She knew she had him when he reached down and unzipped his shorts. She held her foot back until he lifted his hands back upward. When she pushed her toes forward again she touched the hot ivory pecker waiting for her. She quickly measured him and smiled. Not as big as Tom but it would do. She quickly removed her other foot from its shoe and moved it up to allow her feet to capture him. “You ever been jerked off with feet before?”

“Nooooo,” he moaned as her toes pressed and moved up and down his uncovered cock.

“Now don’t get my feet all messy,” she giggled as she lifted and lowered her legs.

*****

Tom tiptoed into the hallway and saw the bathroom door closed. He knew she was so turned on that she had to get away to gather her senses so he had to get to her quickly. He turned the knob without knocking and looked inside. Anna was leaning away from him with her hand up under her dress. She heard the door open and looked into the mirror as he closed the door behind him.

“Are you crazy?” She asked as she pulled the damp tissue from under her dress and tossed it quickly into the toilet. “What if they catch us?”

Tom smiled when he saw her panties down around her knees. “They won’t. You know pink is my favorite color for panties.”

Anna reached down and grabbed her panties and started pulling them up until he grabbed her wrist.

“Did I make you wet?”

“No………I used the toilet and……..” She lied but he stopped her as his free hand pulled up her dress until he saw her golden pubic mound and glistening pink pussy lips. “Tom!”

Tom laughed and let go of her dress and moved his fingers up to brush over her dampness before her panties moved over his hand. “Damn this is one hot and wet pussy,” he laughed before pulling his hand out. “You want this more that I do.”

“You’re wrong,” she whispered. “I’m a happily married woman.”

“I can make you a lot happier,” he bragged as he moved his body back against the door.

“Please move and let me out,” she said nervously. Her eyes focused on the shape of his huge penis pushing out his shorts.

“Nope not unless you kiss me first.”

Anna remembered the hot kiss they had at the kitchen table before but he was the one who had started it. If she kissed him she would be the one starting it. “That kiss before was a mistake.”

He just laughed and folded his arms to prevent her from getting out.

“They are going to come looking for us,” she said as she moved closer to him. He was at least a foot taller than she was. But he did not move. “Just a kiss and that’s all.”

Tom grinned and opened his muscular arms to allow her tiny body into them. As she leaned her small mouth up to his he cupped her petite round ass cheeks enabling him to lift the front of her body up into his.

Anna’s eyes were closed as this giant of a man fondled her butt. She pressed her slightly opened lips to his expecting his tongue to invade her mouth again but he held it back. She wanted to pull away but her body wouldn’t allow her and when her tongue snaked into his damp lips she knew she was again lost. Her legs opened to allow her covered pussy to press against his hard log.

*****

“I’m getting……………close,” John whispered still peeking at the house. He knew his wife would be coming out any second. He then saw a movement in the kitchen and pushed her foot away and quickly stuffed his hard-on back into his shorts.

Anna took a few minutes in the kitchen trying to gain her composure again. She saw her husband and Faye sitting across from each other and dreaded facing them. She felt so guilty.

“What do you want to drink?” Anna asked as she opened the door.

“Some wine,” Faye answered. “A beer,” John replied. A minute later she walked out with the drinks with Tom on her tail.

“You know we feel we’ve known you for a long time,” Faye smiled as they ate their meals. There were no footsies under the table anymore because they were all saving it up for later. After dinner they cleaned up the dishes and headed into the house.

“How about a game?” Faye asked knowing that new swingers normally needed a game to get them into some serious messing around.

“Uh…….what kind of……game?” John asked. He had hoped to get her alone somewhere away from his wife.

“Cards………do you two play cards?” Tom grinned. He was sitting next to Anna on the sofa and could see she was really excited.

“Not really,” Anna answered. “Except for OLD MAID.”

“I love OLD MAID,” Faye giggled. “Do you have a deck?”

“I……..uh…think so. I’ll go look in Jake’s room.”

“I’ll help,” John said quickly wanting to get his wife alone. Since Faye was so forward towards him he was afraid Tom would be the same to her.

As they looked through Jake’s closet Tom whispered, “They are nice but…..they seem to be……you know…..forward.”

Anna paused afraid he had seen her messing around with Tom. “You’ve told me I’m too conservative and need to let go sometimes. I think we can handle it if it goes too far.”

“Are you sure? I mean they are black and I know how you……”

“John….I’m not a racist and never have been one,” she snapped back. “I think it’s about time we really got to know a black couple.” She said grabbing the OLD MAID game from a box on the floor of the closet.

“Loosen up.” She decided not to tell him about how Faye had offered to share Tom with her.

“Loosen up?” He repeated. “You’ll be the first one to say stop before me.”

“Are you sure?” She smiled before turning and walking out the door. He hurried to catch up.

*****

“I think she’s ready,” John whispered to Faye as they waited. “I’ve kissed her twice and have fondled that cute little butt. I’ve even seen her golden pussy.”

“Wow…..you are further along than I thought. I gave John a foot job out on the deck before.”

“Bare cock?”

“Bare cock,” she answered. They both turned to see the ivory couple return.

“Let’s play on the rug,” Faye said while moving over to a large thick and soft white rug in front of the fire place.

The men took positions across from each other as Anna shuffled the cards. “Does everyone remember how to play?”

“Yes,” Tom answered. They all took their cards and quickly made it through the first round. He ended up with the OLD MAID. “I guess I lost,” he laughed. “You know this is fun but we should make the loser do something.”

“Do…….something?” John repeated. He looked at his wife who was smiling.

“Yeah like everyone asks the loser to do something,” Anna giggled.

“Sounds good to me,” Faye smiled. She already had things in her mind for John to do.

“But………..what if someone doesn’t want to do it?” John asked nervously. He was shocked at his wife’s demeanor.

“Then you have to take a big drink of wine or beer or………maybe……take off an article of clothing,” Tom said hoping the white couple wouldn’t call it a night.

“Like strip poker!” Anna giggled. She had an opportunity to play strip poker in college but had been too nervous to do it.

“I don’t know…….” John started. As much as he wanted to see Faye naked he wasn’t too keen on having to strip himself in front of the larger black man. He had seen a few black guys in the showers at the gym and knew the chances of Tom being bigger than him were high.

“Hey if you don’t want to strip you can drink,” Tom quickly added. First he needed to get the game going.

“OK…..let’s try it but if anyone wants to stop we all stop,” John spurted out.

*****

Suddenly the game got more serious as they took the time to try and hide the OLD MAID. The men quickly lost their cards and were out and it was Faye and Anna remaining. Faye had Freddy Frog and the OLD MAID left and held them up for Anna to draw. She laughed when Anna took the Freddy Frog thus leaving her with the OLD MAID. “I guess I’m the first loser. Who wants to go first?”

John thought she was wearing a shirt, shorts, bra and panties but was not ready yet to get her to strip. “How about you dance for us for thirty seconds?”

“What kind of dance?” Faye asked while standing up next to him.

“Any kind you want,” he said peeking at her nice caramel thighs under the short sundress. He leaned back on his elbow as she started a slow circular grinding of her round hips. Seconds later her hips circled out more and more until her dress flopped up enough for him to see her lacy white panties.

Tom smiled as she showed the other man her round buttocks. As much as he loved to squeeze them he wanted Anna’s pure white cheeks more. “Good job baby,” he said as she sat back down. “I think its Anna’s turn to ask you to do something.”

“Oh God…….I don’t know,” Anna blushed. She knew she had to be nice or they would get her when it was her turn. “I know……..give me a foot massage.”

Faye glanced over at her husband and smiled because he knew how much she liked other women and she was going to get to touch this cute little female first.

“Lean back against the sofa,” she said to Anna while sliding in front and grabbing her right foot. She lifted it a few inches and then squeezed and massaged the dainty foot.

“Ummmm…….that feels so good,” Anna purred. She closed her eyes to enjoy the touch and didn’t realize that her dress was sliding up her thighs as Faye lifted the foot higher.

Both John and Tom were very much aware of the soft and tender thighs appearing but it was Tom who shifted his position to get a better angle. No one said how long Faye was to do it so after a minute on the right foot she moved to the left one. When it moved upward the dress suddenly crashed downward until the whole front of Anna’s pink crotch was visible.

“OH MY!” Anna cried out when she felt the cooler air on her private area and saw her panties out in the open. She quickly pushed her whole hand to cover the obvious damp spot and the view of her covered sex.

“My dress………I need to push it down.” Her other hand tried to push the dress back down but Faye continued holding the foot up high.

“I think that’s enough,” John quickly added seeing the embarrassment on his wife’s face.

Faye lowered the foot and moved back. It was her husband’s turn to tell her to do something and knew he would get nasty.

“I want you to………remove your panties.”

Both Anna’s and John’s mouth gaped open. They thought for sure Faye would take a drink but she only smiled and lifted up onto her knees. She pushed her hands up under her dress and seconds later pulled the tiny white thong down her brown legs to her knees. Lady-like she twisted her feet out to her side and pushed the panties down and off without showing her feminine secrets.

The first round was over and everyone quickly picked up their next cards. Play went faster because everyone was anxious to get to the penalty stage. This time it was John holding the OLD MAID.

“Remove the shirt,” Kaye commanded. She had never seen a naked white man before and now was her chance.

“No problem,” John grinned as he pulled it up over his tanned hard chest. He was not as muscular as Tom but had worked hard on a nice shape.

Tom didn’t want him to stop. “Remove the shorts.”

“Hey…..you know……I only have three articles of clothing and the women have four,” John complained.

“Yes but we have more to show,” Anna quickly added. She couldn’t wait to see Tom totally naked.

“I’m not taking off my shorts……..not yet anyway,” he grinned as he took a big gulp of beer. It was his third can and he was feeling pretty good.

Anna was last. She knew if she got him to do things with Faye then he couldn’t complain if she did them later with Tom. “OK…..I want you to…….kiss Faye for two minutes.”

“You want me to kiss Faye?” He asked while glancing at Tom to make sure he didn’t object.

“Go ahead,” Tom smiled.

John turned to see Faye moving towards him and knew she would be the aggressor. Her hand pushed back on his chest until he moved onto his back. With his back of his head on the floor he looked up into her brown eyes just before her larger softer lips pressed down onto his. Seconds later her hot tongue parted his lips and dove deeply into his throat.

“I think she is doing most of the kissing,” Anna giggled. What was really amazing was that as Faye leaned down over John her skirt had pulled up over her chocolate buns. Her thighs were parted just enough for Anna to see the shaved darker pussy lips and a hint of Faye’s rear hole. She could also see her husband’s fully expanded penis pushing up his shorts.

John’s mouth was opened wide as he gasped for air as Faye’s tongue attacked and raped his mouth. Never had he been with a female this aggressive before. Time stood still as their mouths and tongues got really good and acquainted.

“Time,” Tom said. It was fun watching her with a white dude but he wanted to get Anna involved. “It’s my turn and I want you to……..remove your wife’s panties.”

“My wife’s panties,” John repeated. “It’s my penalty not hers.”

“You have to do what he says or take a drink,” Anna smiled. She wasn’t sure just how far she wanted to go but knew she wanted Tom to see her naked.

John was getting pissed and turned on. “OK if you don’t care then neither do I.” He twisted around towards her and ran his fingers slowly up under her dress until he found the waistband. Her hips lifted to allow him room to pull the soaked pink undies down and off her feet.

Now it was Faye’s turn. “I want you to demonstrate your favorite sexual position with your wife.”

John again froze because he knew she was not wearing panties and a demonstration would possibly show her pussy and ass. “I’ll take a drink.”

As he reached for his beer Anna said, “Are you afraid?”

“Afraid? You’re the one who should be afraid,” he glared back at her.

“I think she’s calling you chicken,” Faye laughed.

“Hey….if he doesn’t want to do it he doesn’t have to,” Tom said quickly. He could see that the man was upset and he didn’t want John to quit.

John stared at his wife waiting for her to back down but she just stared back. “Fine,” he growled and moved slid closer to her to whisper something in her ear.

Anna smiled because he had picked a position that would cover her bare bottom and crotch. She waited until he moved onto his back before she slung her leg over his hip and sat on his crotch. Her dress never lifted high enough for anyone to see above mid thigh.

Faye and Tom were disappointed. “OK but you have to move.”

Anna could feel her husband’s bulge pressing directly into her opened pussy lips. She leaned forward to rest her hands by his head as she started a slow up and down sliding motion. Very quickly she felt herself boiling over. “Ohhh.”

John too was ready to pop because just the fact that the other couple was watching was a big turn on. His hands roamed up and down her back and then lower until he cupped her butt. As he pulled her down tighter against him neither he nor Anna knew her dress was pulled up just high enough for both Tom and Faye to see the base of her ass and even the downy blonde hairs between her thighs. As Anna leaned over to kiss her husband the dress completely lifted until they all could see the pink glistening slit through the thin hairs.

Faye leaned over and squeezed her husband’s cock. The chances of them fucking these two were getting more and more real.

It was Tom’s fingers that discovered Anna’s whole ass was uncovered which meant they could see her pussy. He quickly put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back until their lips parted. “I think we better stop.”

Disappointment was painted on Anna’s face as she lifted off of him and sat back into her position. All were breathing heavily as more cards were dealt. This time it came down to Tom and Faye having the last cards. Faye knew that Tom wanted to lose so when he did a lousy job mixing up his card she drew Sam Squirrel which mean he was the OLD MAID. “Damn,” he said pretending to be upset. He looked at Anna first.