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“I”ve been getting a lot of requests lately for an erotic story that really happened to me. And as truth is stranger than fiction, and though the names have been change to protect the guilty, here”s one of my real adventures. DS”

Standing in the lobby of the Regency Hotel in a sexy dinner dress with every male head turned my way as my fiancé, and I waited for his friend Harry to join us gave me time for reflection. Every woman likes to be appreciated, fawned over, even dare I say it; Adored. And in that regard I”m no different than any other woman that I know. So when my adoring husband-to-be asked me to spend an evening with him, and an old college friend of his I immediately agreed. And then he dropped the bomb.

“Hold on there baby,” he chuckled, “you may change your mind once I tell you what a ladies man Harry is.”

“Ladies man?”

“Well, pussy hound actually. You see I”ve been telling him over the Internet what a gorgeous piece of ass you are…”

“You what?” I gasped. “Did you send him pictures too, Jim?”

“Not at first, no, but recently, well…”

“What picture?” And I was tapping my right shoe toe with my arms across my chest.

“Well actually, more than just one. I couldn”t help it Chrissie, I”m just so damn proud of you…”

“You”d better show me.” I insisted.

The pictures he”d shown his friend weren”t really all that bad. In fact they were very flattering, even if a little on the bawdy side. Nothing naked mind you, a few shots of me on the beach in my thong bikini, and a couple with me getting ready for a night out on the town with Jim. You know the kind, with me in bra, panties, and garter belt with smoky black nylons, that sort of thing.

“You better hope these pictures don”t go out all over the net,” but I giggled saying that.

“Why not? You look great!”

“Yeah, my mom, and dad think so too. But just out of curiosity what did your friend Harry think of them?”

“He said he jerked off all over several copies that he”d made of them. Which is what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?”

“He wants to fuck you.” And the tone in Jim”s voice said he was all for it.

The entire world stopped turning right then. Birds stopped, frozen in flight, and the coffee cup in my hand suddenly weighed a ton. I just couldn”t believe what I”d just heard. My own fiancé, the man I was about to marry for life, had just asked me if I wanted to fuck his friend. Or had he?

“From your tone of voice it sounds to me like you want him to fuck me.” I replied, just barely managing not to drop my cup of coffee as the world started to turn once again.

“Well, it”s just that after you told me about how hot you use to get with your black boy friend…”

“Harry”s Black?” I instantly perked up.

“Oh, I thought I told you that.”

“No, you left that part out,” I said dryly, “and if I”d have known you were going to go crazy about it, I”d have never told you about Pete in the first place.” Truth was, though Pete had become my boyfriend, we had never gotten around to having sex. His unit got called up, and Pete died in a far off country.

“I get a hard on every time I think about it, baby. And as I remember it, your pussy wet half the bed linen talking about it.”

“So you thought you”d pimp me out?” My voice was starting to rise in volume.

“No, no, nothing like that Chrissie,” he backed right down.

“Then what?”

“We aren”t married yet,” I could actually see his mind working through his facial expressions as he spoke, “and I thought that maybe you would like to meet Harry, and if things click between you two, then I”d be more than willing to share you with him. That”s all.”

“I don”t suppose you have any pictures of him, do you?”

Jim immediately produced a jpeg of his friend Harry that showed a very dark hunk of a man in a business suit. Kinky hair cut close to the scalp, a small well trimmed mustache, and goatee, and if those were muscles bulging under that blue suit I was already hooked.

“You aren”t afraid that I might like him too much?” I inquired, turning away so that he wouldn”t see what I already thought of his idea.

“You love me enough to marry me Chrissie, that”s good enough for me. To me sex and love are two different things. And what I”m talking about here is just sex. With you as the center piece in this little get together.”

“But what would you think of me?” I had to ask.

“I”d think the same thing I thought the day that I proposed to you, and you said yes,” he replied. “That I”m the luckiest man in the world.”

Oh I let him go on about it for most of the day before I reluctantly agreed, of course, but I knew then that I was more than willing to give this a try. That is if Harry, and I really clicked when we met. And upon further reflection I too realized what a lucky woman I had become falling in love with such a sharing man like my man Jim. After all, if he was willing to share his fiancé, just think how willing he would be to share his wife once we were married. Not that Jim wasn”t fantastic as a lover himself, he is, and I would have been happy living in monogamy with him for the rest of our lives, but I sure wasn”t going to turn down such a wonderful gift as this.

We made love with reckless abandonment that night. I even let him take me in the ass for the first time as a way of sealing our bargain. No little task as Jim is well hung, but then I wasn”t an anal virgin either, and I loved every second of it. Under the right circumstances all of us woman are sluts, even more so when making love to our soul mates. We can be as vulgar as sailors, and wallow in the mud like pigs when elevated to an orgasmic state of passion. And all that night, and late into the next morning I fucked Jim”s brains out at every turn as we discussed his idea of sharing his white wife with a strange black man in the filthiest of terms.

“Wait until Harry meets my favorite slut,” he said as he ate, and I served brunch both of us naked, “he”ll be envious for life.”

“I haven”t even fucked the man, and already I”ve been lowered to the status of favorite slut?”

“You bet your sweet ass,” and he grabbed a hand full of my naked buttocks to emphasize the point, “you are.”

“I suppose you”ll want me to dress up all slutty for your friend too?”

“That would be nice, but if you only wore a T-shirt I”m sure he”d be impressed as all hell. I know I always am.”

“Oh no, you don”t get off that easily,” and I slapped his hand away playfully, “I”m going to really do myself up for this. And you”re going to help me.”

“How am I going to help?”

“You are going to take me to the beauty parlor to get my hair done, and my legs waxed. You”re going to pick out the clothes that your fiancé slut is going to wear the night she is going to fuck your friend. You are going to shave under my arms, and my pubic thatch around my slit for him, paint my nails for him, and anything else I can come up with for the man you are sharing your future wife with. And do you want to know why you are going to do all of this?”

“Yes,” he squeaked out, and I noticed that he was getting hard all over again.

“Because I want to make sure right up to the very last second that this is what you really want is to become a cuckold. Because if we go through with this, we go through this together.”

His answer was to pull me down so that I was straddling his lap, and his cock slipped gently into my already cum soaked slit. Once again we were riding on the wings of our imaginations as we fucked like minks there in the kitchen. This was by no means love making, just pure uncontrollable sex. And to make things perfect I had Jim eat me out after he pumped his morning load of cum into me this time. Then when he was through I said; “Make the arrangements. If we click, I”ll let the two of you fuck my brains out.”

As it turned out Harry was going to be in a city nearby us on business two weeks later for the entire week. If we could manage to meet him for dinner some time during the week to get acquainted he”d gladly spend the weekend before going home over at our place. I agreed, and proposed that we meet on Wednesday at his hotel lobby for dinner around seven, and had Jim find out which hotel he was going to be staying at. Then once I found out that it was the Regency I called them up, and made our own reservations without telling Jim. Then I called Jim”s secretary, and had her clear his schedule for Thursday, and Friday of that week.

On the Monday that Harry arrived for his week nearby, I had Jim take me out to the mall to shop for what I would wear for our dinner meeting. In the end we both agreed that since this would be a formal dining experience that I should at least be in something fashionable, and not entirely sleazy, undergarments to the contrary, of course. So when he picked out a simple backless black dress with a relatively short skirt to it, I applauded his choice. I wouldn”t need a bra, and the front above the bosom that strapped around my neck was see-thru nylon, and the hem barely rode up in back when I sat down. From the waist up the dress was snug, but not uncomfortably so, and the skirt fit loosely below the hips for easy walking, and would not show that I was wearing a garter belt to hold up my hosiery. We both also agreed on the black leather ankle strapped high heels, and matching hand purse.

Then we set off for Victoria”s Secret to purchase my undergarments. I had a great deal of fun watching Jim blush, and stutter through our purchases. And the look on his face when the sales clerk held up the see-thru black nylon thong for a price check had more than a few customers chortling at his expense. Which was just what the doctor ordered as far as I was concerned. After all, this was his idea in the first place. And when we returned home Jim nearly raped me before I could put my new things down.

Tuesday Jim took me to get my hair done, and I made him sit there in the parlor watching as my hair stylist fawned over me, and the other ladies gossiped candidly all around him. At every chance I had I made Jim make the choices; what shampoo, how should my hair be cut, what conditioner to use, should I leave my hair its natural reddish blond color, or go for something new? In the end I had a facial, a bikini wax, my hair was washed, and the frizzy ends only were cut away. We left with my hair down to my hips still, but now dazzling, and shimmering down my back like a cascading fiery waterfalls.

Once we got home I had Jim draw me a scented bubble bath. Then while I soaked in the tub I had him give me a pedicure under my strict guidance, and when that was complete I had him shave all of the hair away in my arm pits, and around my slit, then he shaped my orange pubic rug into a small fluffy thick sharp arrowhead pointing at my clit. It made a vulgar display I”ll grant you, but the point was that Jim followed every one of my directions without complaint, or regret, and with the full knowledge that he wasn”t doing this for his own pleasure, but for that of another man. Another man who was in all probability going to have intercourse with his fiancé after seeing her for the very first time. I rinsed off with the shower nozzle, then stepped out of the tub to let Jim dry me off.

“Easy baby,” I reprimanded when he started getting rough with the towel between my legs, “for that you get no sex tonight.”

“What?”

“You want to be primed, and ready for tomorrow, don”t you?” I inquired.

“I thought we were just meeting him for dinner to get acquainted tomorrow Chrissie.”

“We are, but like I said, if we click…”

“I see. And I”ll know that, how?”

“Hmm, that”s a tough one,” I said thinking out loud. “But if you catch me fondling him that would be a sure sign that we”ve clicked, wouldn”t it?”

“Depends on what part of him your fondling, doesn”t it?”

“Exactly.” I replied. “But tonight we get a good night”s sleep. Then while you”re at work tomorrow, I”ll take the day getting the house ready, then freshen up just before you get home. That way you can get me gussied up to meet Harry just before we leave.”

I don”t know about Jim, but I slept like a rock with the most erotic dreams about cocks of every size and color taking me in every hole I owned, and in every position possible, and a few that weren”t possible. The weird thing was, was that none of those cocks in my dreams belonged to Jim as far as I can remember. However the cock I sucked on the drive to the Regency did belong to Jim, and that”s all that really counts.

“He”s on his way down,” Jim informed me after I freshened up my makeup in the hotel”s powder room.

Even if I did have to admit it to myself, my reflection in the mirror of the ladies room was really hot. Jim had outdone himself in getting me ready to meet his friend Harry all right. I looked better than any of the high-class escorts milling about in the lobby waiting with dulled expressions for their dates. And I was undoubtedly much more excited than any of them when I first caught sight of Harry as he exited the elevator.

At 5″5″ in my high heels Harry was almost a full head taller than I am, and a couple of inches taller than Jim. And there was no doubt that those were rippling muscles under that crisp navy blue suit now. I almost wet myself when after putting out my hand as Jim introduced us, Harry”s bear claw like hand took mine, and brought it to his lips to kiss gently in the European style of meeting royalty. And the way he held himself, and took my arm in his leading the way out was as regal, and arrogant as a lion king. So swept up was I in Harry”s charm that I forgot all about the man who had brought me to this dance until he gathered up my other arm in his once we got outside.

“So where are we going to eat?” Harry inquired, the sound of his voice like distant rolling thunder.

“J. J. Garlic”s,” I replied as Harry led us to a waiting limousine. “It”s a gourmand restaurant. I made the reservations there for us two weeks ago for tonight.”

“What an excellent choice,” Harry agreed as the limo pulled away with us in it, “and since you took care of the reservations I must insist on paying for the dinner.”

“You think the company will reimburse you for something like this Harry?” Jim asked.

“Most certainly,” Harry chuckled, “seeing as how my father owns the company that I work for after all.”

“That explains a lot,” Jim laughed opening up the bottle of champagne that was sitting in a bucket of ice between us, but next to him. Somehow I had ended up sitting next to Harry instead of next to my fiancé, but I could see that Jim didn”t mind at all. Jim poured three flukes of wine, and passed one to me, then another to Harry before proposing a toast. “To close friends, and hopeful lovers!”

“To close friends, and lovers!” Harry, and I replied together.

Our reservations were set for eight o”clock, so once we arrived Harry told them that we would be in their cocktail lounge waiting for our table. As it turned out there was a three-piece combo playing blue”s tunes in the lounge, and once we ordered our drinks Harry asked me to dance with him. I looked to Jim for his permission, and when he nodded his agreement I followed Harry hand in hand out to the congested dance floor.

We arrived just in time for a slow number, and I eased myself into Harry to follow his lead. As good, and gentle a dancer as he was the granite hard muscles of the man nearly had me melting down as I quivered with rampant excitement in his embrace. So enraptured with his presence was I, and engulfed in the heady aroma of his masculine cologne that I almost missed what he said as I floated around the dance floor with him.

“Jim tells me that you had a black boyfriend before he met you. Is that true?”

“I met him just after I graduated from high school, I replied, and just before he went into the service, and I went off to college. His name was Pete, and my parents hated that I adored him. Oh not so much because he was black really, but that he was going to make the military a career. Their fears were justified, I suppose, when he died on a distant battlefield before we had the opportunity to do any real harm to each other in our relationship. We were going to get married when he came home.”

“So you never had a chance to be intimate with him then?”

“No, not really, unless you count us groping at each other in his car in my parents driveway being intimate. Pete was a complete gentleman in every respect. In fact you remind me a lot of him.” I finished just as that song ended, and another one began.

“Oh? How so?”

“He was almost as tall as you, and worked out every day to the point of exhaustion in preparation for going overseas. And when I danced with him he too pressed his growing erection against my belly when we danced.”

“Did he hold onto your buttocks like this?”

I swear his hands took hold of my rump as if cradling a mere child then. It was just like Pete use to do when we danced like this, and my right hand instinctively grabbed hold of Harry”s erection through his trousers in a reflexive response as I snuggled into him even more.

“Yes, exactly like that,” I said knowing that we had just clicked.

I”m sure we were no more vulgar in contact than the other dancers swarmed around us. The only difference really was this wasn”t the man who had brought me to the dance. But they didn”t know that, and I didn”t care at that moment as I felt a rivulet of my excitement form along my inner thigh from my moist thong crotch under my gossamer like dress. And I wondered if the scent of ripe pussy that permeated the very air all around us was only coming from me as I felt one of his fingers slide gently along my slit from behind.

“Perhaps we should continue this dance somewhere a little more private,” Harry suggested then.

“If this is only the beginning of foreplay, then I”m in real trouble,” I countered as I followed him off the dance floor on the opposite side from where Jim was waiting.

In no time at all I found myself pressed up against a stall in the men”s room with half a foot of extremely thick, and very black cock in my white cunt with my thong pulled to the side as the other half tried to split me in two trying to get in me. Harry hadn”t even bothered to lower his trousers, just unzipped as I hopped up, and wrapped my legs around his torso, and my arms around his neck. We were just too excited to wait for the civilities, and it was the men”s room after all, and I was already climaxing just having his cock inside of me.

I kept on coming like a machine gun over the next ten, or twenty minutes as my cunny was stretched so far out of shape that I knew it would never be the same after this. But the thing that really surprised me was when Harry came. I actually felt it as each wad of cum splattered against the doorway to my womb; as liquid hot as scalding water in a skillet. And I came the hardest at that point nearly passing out in bliss as a puddle of our combined fluids gathered on the tile floor under me between his brightly polished shoes. In all of my life I had never done anything as depraved, and perverted as those spontaneous moments in the men”s john were. But I pledged to myself right then that it wouldn”t be the last of those kinds of moments either.

With my thong back in place holding what was left of our passion from spilling out of me, we freshened up a bit, and then returned to the dance floor just as the combo was going on a break. Fortunately for me our table was ready when we joined Jim, and both men escorted me to the dinning room. I can only wonder if Jim noticed the guilt written all over my face, but his peck on the cheek in greeting was as friendly, and familiar as a star cluttered night.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Jim inquired once we were seated, almost making me choke before he qualified the question. “Out on the dance floor?”

“My husband overdosed today,” Janet whispered, finally.

“What?! Oh shit! Janet, I’m so sorry, baby! I really am! Damn! Is he okay?! And here I am telling you all my sad stories and you got that shit on your mind?! I tell you this much, Janet. You are a strong woman. I mean that! Not many women who have been through what you’ve been through could come out of the house looking as good as you look tonight and carry on a creditable conversation, ya know? You’re a tough one, J,” Vaughn said.

“Thank you, Vaughn. I really, really needed to hear that tonight,” Janet said. She then proceeded to tell him about the entire incident. When she finished, she felt a lot better. Vaughn did not interrupt her story to tell her what he thought and that’s what she liked about him. When she finished her story, they both stared at each other for a long moment. You could taste the tension in the air.

Janet broke the silence by saying, “Vaughn, that woman is a fool. Many women out here would give their left leg to be with a man like you. You’re kind, generous, caring…you’re just what the doctor ordered!” Janet said as she giggled. She wasn’t feeling any pain by now as she was on her fourth drink of the night.

Vaughn stared long and deep into Janet’s eyes before saying, “And your husband is a gott-damned idiot if I ever saw one. He has your beautiful ass to be married to and can’t put down that fucking needle! If I had you in my life, I’d be out here working my ass off to provide for you. Dude has GOT to be tripping! Motherfuckas dedicate their lives to women like you. You deserve so much better, baby”

Janet was starting to like the way he called her baby. He made her feel safe…secure. She liked being here with him and talking outside of their job. She could see that he was a real person that had real problems, just like her. Somehow, inexplicably, she felt connected to him…a deeper level than she had first thought. As she stared at his eyes, she began to think about what it would feel like to give herself to him.

Janet stared back at Vaughn. His dark brown skin, handsome face, sexy smelling cologne, her burgeoning horniness, their mutual deplorable personal situations was making this moment seem like fate.

“Vaughn, I don’t think you and I running into each other tonight was a coincidence. For some reason, we were fated to meet, tonight. You’ve got problems, I’ve got problems. Tonight, we’re here together, leaning on each other’s shoulder and it just feels right for some reason. You know what I mean?” asked Janet as she once again reached across the table and placed her fingers on his.

“I know exactly what you mean. I came out to drink alone and the only person I would never mind meeting unexpectedly is you. Over the course of the last week, we’ve gotten to know each other better. I’ve become fond of you,” Vaughn said while looking directly into Janet’s eyes.

“Likewise, Vaughn. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you better. I really have,” Janet said. She wanted to say much more but was afraid to cross the line. The line between being friends and being more than friends.

The moment was pregnant with possibilities. They both sensed it. They looked into each other’s eyes long and hard. Thought running through both of their slightly inebriated minds. Just then, Vaughn’s cell phone began to ring. He recognized it as his home phone number. He answered the call. It was Deidre telling him that she was done packing her shit and that she was leaving his keys on the table. She also informed him that she hoped his dick fell off and that he contracted some horrible sexually transmitted disease. He hung up on her ending the call.

Janet listened with rapt attention. It seemed that once Vaughn made up his mind, he went full throttle with his decisions. No backing down…no giving in, like she was apt to do with Steve. She admired his conviction.

“You handled that quite well, Vaughn. I like a man who makes decisions and sticks by them. Unlike my sorry-assed husband,” Janet said before she bowed her head and began to lightly cry.

Vaughn slid along the leather seating in the U-shaped booth until he sitting next to Janet, softly patting and rubbing her back. He soothed her until the tears stopped. Janet sniffled a few times and then reached for a paper napkin on the table. Vaughn took it off of her shaking hand and began to dab at her cheeks in a caring fashion. Janet looked up at him with her doe eyes.

Janet slowly wormed her way closer to Vaughn so that now his arm was around her shoulders and her head rested in the crook of his arm.

“There, there. If you have to cry, you just go on and cry. I’m not going anywhere,” Vaughn said, soothingly.

“I don’t want to go back home. I’m tired of looking at that place. I haven’t been happy in that place since we moved in. I don’t want to be alone,” Janet said while looking down at her hands. She realized that she was definitely crossing the line. She could only hope that Vaughn was swift enough to pick up on her offer.

“You don’t have to be, baby. If you want to, you can come over to my place. It’s only 11pm. We can keep each other company, cool?” Vaughn asked.

“Cool with me. Let me get my stuff and we can go. I have my car outside. Do you want me to follow you or should I just ride with you?” Janet asked.

“Right now, you should probably come with me. I don’t think it would be a good idea to have a strange automobile parked outside of my apartment, tonight. Sistas are notoriously jealous and don’t really like to get dumped, so let’s keep it on the low, okay?” answered Vaughn (spoken like a true Black man).

“Okay with me. Let’s go,” Janet said as she leaned into his chest and breathed into his ear.

*Chap. 6*

Vaughn drove a black 1999 Jeep Grand Cherokee Limited with all the amenities. As soon as Janet sat her fluffy ass down on the leather-covered seats, her pussy began to cream. She knew that her and Steve could never afford a vehicle like this. Vaughn was a man of class and she found that to be another reason she found him attractive despite the fact he was a Black man.

The fact that he was Black was becoming less of an issue as the minutes passed away. He was a handsome, available man this evening. She knew enough about him to know that he wasn’t the stereotypical Black man the evening news talked about. She only hoped that one stereotype was true. She needed that to be true!

Vaughn had all sorts of crazy thoughts going through his head. He had one of the sexiest women he had ever met sitting her fine ass in his ride going to his crib. He hoped that she wasn’t just drunk because the alcohol could wear off by the time she got to his house. He wanted her to want him, period. He didn’t want to do all this driving only to find out that she had changed her mind. As if on cue, Janet moved her arm onto the armrest between them and began lightly stroking his forearm. Vaughn could only smile into the darkness of the SUV.

When they reached Vaughn’s townhouse, he drove slowly around his block trying to spot Deidre’s car. After they circled the block, Vaughn pulled into his driveway. They both exited his SUV and she followed him to the door of his crib. After entering and closing his front door, Vaughn directed Janet to his large living room. Janet noted how roomy his house was. His living room was damn near as large as her entire apartment! Janet asked to use the phone so that she could check on her husband. Vaughn directed her to the phone in the kitchen. After reaching the nursing desk on Steve’s floor, Janet learned that Steve was attempting to sign himself out but that the doctor didn’t agree. She pleaded with the staff to keep him for a few more days. They agreed.

As Janet finished her brief conversation and exited the kitchen, Vaughn offered to make her a drink from his bar and she agreed. Vaughn made the drinks and returned to the living room. Janet was reclining on the love seat, by now. Vaughn offered to let her wear a large shirt of his because it was bedtime and she looked a little uncomfortable with the tight jeans she had on. Janet hesitated a minute before answering. Finally, she said yes.

Vaughn directed her to his bedroom and pulled out an extra large t-shirt for her and left the room as she undressed. Janet began taking her clothes off, not feeling the least bit nervous about being half-naked in her black co-workers residence. She noticed that he had a king-sized bed with posts. She thought his bed would be perfect to fuck on. She began to wonder how it would it feel to take a Black man into her body. She wondered if there was really a difference between a Black dick and a white one.

Vaughn went to another bedroom and changed into his weekend uniform, shorts and a shirt. The shorts were large and baggy. They would be able to hide his big dick if he became excited at the wrong time.

When Vaughn returned to the living room, he sat on the couch, picked up the remote and began channel surfing. He saw Janet enter the room. Apparently, she had also taken off her bra. Her nipples were clearly visible and very stiff. Her thighs were very smooth and shapely. More shapely than he had thought! Instead of sitting in the love chair as she had done earlier, she came over to the long couch and sat down a few feet from Vaughn. She reached forward, which caused her large breasts to warble underneath the fabric of his shirt, and retrieved her drink. She thanked him. Sitting back, she drew her legs underneath her. Her legs were smooth, soft looking and seemed to glow in the dim candles he had lit.

They began to talk instead of watching television. Every so often, Janet would lick her tongue along the rim of her glass as she listened to Vaughn. He was having a tough time keeping his mind on the subject he was talking about. Then, Janet began to shift her soft, shapely ass on the couch. She turned her body so that her thighs were directly in front of Vaughn. As he talked, the shirt she was wearing began to creep up her thighs. At one moment, as he was making a point, Vaughn could have sworn that he got a glimpse of her brown-haired pussy. As he bent forward to place his glass on the coffee table, he could have sworn that he smelled pussy. Horny, excited pussy!

“Vaughn, I’m getting kind of sleepy over here. I do have to get up tomorrow and go to work,” Janet while stretching her arms over her head and yawning. That action caused her hard-nippled breasts to rise and spread. Vaughn stared at her all the while. His dick became hard as steel.

“Oh shit! I forgot that I have to get up and go in tomorrow, too. Gloria had an emergency in her family, so I’m going to cover for her,” Vaughn said.

“Damn, we’re going to spend all night and all day, together? I keep telling you, this is not a coincidence,” Janet said as she smiled and slowly shook her head from side to side.

“I can sleep out here and you can take the bed, Janet. I don’t have a problem with that. I want you to be comfortable,” Vaughn said as he looked at her and then at her erect nipples, which seemed to be even longer and more visible than when she first sat down. His dick was painfully hard, by now.

“Vaughn, this is your place. I have to admit, your bed looks very comfortable. I can’t take your bed by myself. I’m not selfish like that. Plus, I already told you; I don’t want to be alone. We’re both adults, so I’m not worried about anything happening between us that we don’t want to. I’m tired and I’ve had a long day and you have too. Right now, I just want to lie next to someone who is not going to bring me any more stress. Just forget I’m here and do what you normally do and wear what you usually wear when you go to bed, okay? I only have one request,” said Janet as she stared into Vaughn’s eyes.

“And what would that be, Janet?” Vaughn asked as he realized that he was going to be in his bed with this beautiful bitch in a few minutes. He had never imagined in his wildest thoughts that his night would end up like this after the day he’d had. ‘Thank you God!’ he shouted silently to himself.

“I always like to light at least one candle before I go to bed. Will that be okay with you?” asked Janet.

“That’s weird! I usually light just one candle before I retire. My ex used to hate for me to do that!” exclaimed Vaughn.

“Mine too!” giggled Janet.

They both stopped in their tracks and stared at each other for a long moment. They both began to smile. Another coincidence?

“Well, let me clean up a bit and you go on ahead and get yourself ready for bed. I’ll be there in a minute, okay? There is a brand new toothbrush in the medicine cabinet, too” Vaughn said. He wanted her to go into the bedroom first because once he stood up; his obvious erection could be seen.

“Okay, see you in a minute,” Janet said as she rose from the couch. Vaughn thought he saw a glimpse of moist pussy lips but it may well have been an apparition. Janet stood, turned and began to sway her hips as she walked toward his bedroom. Her asscheeks jiggled and bounced as did her statuesque breasts under his long t-shirt as she walked. She turned and looked at him briefly before entering his bedroom.

Vaughn rose, adjusted his dick in his shorts, and then proceeded to tidy up his living room. He then went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and put some lotion on his crusty ass feet! He took off his shirt and then his shorts. Washed his dick, balls, and asscrack. Dried off. Sprinkled talcum powder on his private parts and then entered his bedroom.

*Chap. 7*

Janet lay under the covers of Vaughn’s bed on her left side. She had lit a candle on the far wall of the bedroom. The room remained dark, though. She heard Vaughn open the door and come into the room. As he walked towards the bed, Janet eyes widened when she realized that she could barely make out his body but his large dick was very noticeable! It swayed back and forth in front of him dangerously and menacingly. It looked like a big, fat club! Janet rolled over onto her right side so that her back was facing him.

Vaughn reached the bed and pulled back the sheet and bedspread. As he did so, a cloud of clean pussy funk enveloped his nose. His dick twitched in recognition. As he climbed into bed, he had to pull the sheet further back. He noticed the half-moon shape of Janet’s bare ass. She had very full cheeks. She still had his shirt on, but like he had suspected earlier, no panties!

Vaughn fluffed his pillows as he decided how close to lay behind Janet. He didn’t want to just take the pussy. If he did, he didn’t think she would object TOO much, but that wasn’t the way he wanted to do it. After being with Deidre’s stank ass in bed for a year, it didn’t seem right to STILL be chasing a bitch around the bed. If Janet wanted him, she’d have to come to him, tonight. Plus, he was nice and high off of the alcohol he had consumed.

Vaughn laid approximately one foot from Janet as he dozed off to sleep. One half hour later, he woke slightly to find that Janet had somehow moved slightly closer to him. He pulled the sheet over his head. The smell of her pussy hovered delightfully under the sheets. Vaughn moved his right arm under Janet’s pillow as he moved slightly closer to her. At the same time, Janet moved her body closer to him. The result was that they were now touching each other. His bare chest rested on her back. His unclothed dick lay just inches from her continuously dripping pussy. He swore he could feel the warmth of her pussy against his dick. He lay like that as he drifted off to sleep once again.

A short time later, Vaughn awoke to the sensation of something soft and billowy rubbing against his dick! Janet had apparently moved her bountiful asscheeks directly against his semi-hard dick! Vaughn could hear her moaning slightly as she continued to slowly grind her ass back at his growing dick. Vaughn reached around her with his left arm and laid his large hand onto her stomach and pulled her slightly so that she was nestled even closer to him. Janet placed her small hand on his and intertwined her fingers through his as his dick reached full mast and rested between the cheeks of her ass!

“Ahhhhhh…,” Janet moaned deep in her throat.

Janet felt the heat of Vaughn’s extremely thick dick radiating against the soft skin of her ass. She had been drawn to its heat under the covers. It seemed to magnetically draw her pussy to it. Her pussy had been leaking since she had glimpsed his dick when he had come into the bedroom. He HAD to smell how wet her pussy was! Her pussy was so wet that she began to coat the underside of his dick with her cunt sauce, as it flowed out of her pussy and back towards the crevice of her ass.

Vaughn began sliding his hand under the shirt and along Janet’s taut stomach and towards her breasts. His large hands came into contact with her breasts and took hold of one. He moaned as he felt the warmth coursing through her soft, billowy breasts and the wetness of her pussy against his dick. Her nipple dug into the palm of his hand. He latched onto it with his fingers and pulled her nipple outward and then smashed it back down from whence it came and began squeezing her entire titty. She moaned at his ministrations.

Janet suddenly pulled away from Vaughn’s dick and hand. She sat up and began to take her t-shirt off. She turned towards him and got onto her knees and crawled up over him until her breasts hung inches from his mouth. Vaughn licked his lips as he stared at the incredible sight before him! Her breasts were not huge and they weren’t nowhere near small. They were perfect! Way more than a handful with long, pink distended nipples. They hung before him waiting for him. Vaughn took hold of both of her breasts and began squeezing them as he bent forward and placed his lips around one of her nipples and began to lick and suck on it, softly. Janet moaned as she ran her hand along his well-formed, muscular chest.

“I want to do something for you, Vaughn,” Janet said to him as she looked down at him suckling her full breasts. Vaughn had admitted to her earlier that his ex rarely gave him head and when she did, she never finished like a lady is supposed to. Coincidentally, Janet had not had a hard dick in her mouth in months! She owed it to him and herself to suck him to oblivion and back!

“Wh-What? What’d you say, baby?” Vaughn said as her nipple ‘plucked’ from between his lips.

“Shhhh… Just lie back and let me give you something,” Janet said as she began kissing and licking his neck, shoulders, chest and his stomach. Her tongue was wet, light, and fluttering like a butterflies wings along his skin. She dragged her extremely erect and wet nipples across his chest as she licked lower moving the sheet away from his body with her head.

Janet’s nose bumped into the tip of Vaughn’s dick midway down his abdomen.

“Damn, his dick must be HUGE,” shrieked Janet’s brain. She raised her head slightly and squinted under the covers. She then pulled the covers off of his midsection and legs. What she saw caused her eyes to open wide as saucers! His dick was the most unbelievable piece of cockmeat she had ever seen in her life! Ten inches of thick, dark Black dick! Her pussy and ass clenched together as a reaction to imagining what a cunt-ripper his size would do to her! She had to control herself from not shouting out her joy!

Janet reached out with her small hand and grasped it and pulled it away from his body. She marveled at the fact that she could not get her hand around his dick! The color contrast was just as amazing! Her small white hand covering his extremely dark Black chocolate dick looked exotic. She started to stroke it a little…remembering what to do. She licked her lips, slowly. Fellatio was an act of worship to Janet. She bent forward and planted a kiss of supplication on the tip of his huge purplish colored dickhead. His precum coated her lips. Janet flicked her tongue out and licked it off. She had a deep desire to taste him deep in her mouth.