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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 but I did give him a handjob. His unit got called up, and Pete and I drifted apart.

“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 ****d 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 c***d 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?

“Your woman is quite a dancer,” Harry answered the question, “I think she must have a little soul in her, erg, um, background.”

“Well, unless I miss my guess, she’s probably going to have a lot more soul in her after dinner.” Jim quipped back as I blushed profusely; sitting there with a pussy full of another man’s seed as my fiancé gently squeezed my right hand comfortingly.

“It wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest,” I offered confidently.

The dinner was mostly a blur even though my pheasant under glass was the most wonderful thing I’d ever tasted. My attention was mostly wrapped up in what was going on under the table, and not on it, as both men fondled me at will, each taking turns dipping a finger under dress, and into my wet thong panties, and sliding it into my leaking slit at their leisure. My musky scent combining with their masculine colognes made for a heady experience, and kept our attending waiter smiling all through dinner. I’m sure he already thought that I was their paid lady of the evening dressed the way I was.

As promised Harry paid for dinner with his company card, but Jim insisted on paying the tip in cash, which I agreed with whole-heartedly. In no time, with a belly full of great food we were back in Harry’s limo driving back to his hotel. However this time we couldn’t keep our hands, or tongues off of each other. I’m sure we made quite the display for Jim’s amusement as we openly groped each other there in the back of the limousine right in front of him. And with Harry’s erection in my hand, and my right nipple in Harry’s mouth we were hardly even startled by Jim’s sharp intake of voyeuristic breath near by as he jerked off watching us. As it turned out I barely got Harry’s erection back into his pants before the car door opened in front of the Regency Hotel.

I went into my purse moving the condoms out of the way, and pulled out the extra card key for our room, and handed it to Jim as we entered the lobby.

“Here’s the key to our room , Harry give Jim the key to your room,” I said, “go get our luggage from the trunk of our car, and put them in our room while Harry and I get more intimately acquainted, please.”

I could see a bit of concern cross over Jim’s face, but he didn’t argue, or complain, just smiled, and gave me another peck on the cheek before tending to the errand I’d just given him. Now that’s real trust, and I felt confident from that moment on that everything would be okay as far as my having Harry was concerned. The previous guilt wilted away instantly as I now knew that Jim would have approved of the men’s room incident, or anything else that happened along the way that he wasn’t around to witness.

So once Harry and I were alone in the elevator on our way up to the floor where his room was I unzipped his pants, and pulled his huge pecker out into the air as I went down on my knees. Just holding such a magnificent looking sporting tool in my delicate hands made my mouth drool. It must have weighed a couple of pounds I figured hefting it, it was so big. And it was so damn black there in my lily white, and sparsely freckled hands. That it was like holding all of deepest darkest Africa the way it pulsed, and throbbed. I just had to taste it. And parting my painted lips I pulled that monster right into my mouth, sighing as it slid along my tongue. Even tasting myself on that night stick didn’t detour me from sucking on it for all I was worth, and once I got my gag reflex under control I was able to sword swallow most of it as long as I kept one hand wrapped around the root. Unfortunately, that was when the elevator door opened at Harry’s floor.

Standing back up I refused to put that weapon back inside of his pants, and instead just grabbed hold of it as we walked down the long corridor to his hotel room. Harry in turn took a hold of my ass in his hand after lifting up the hem of my dress as we walked side by side like two fugitives from a Nevada cathouse laughing loud enough to wake up those already sleeping in their rooms nearby. Luckily for me nobody there was snoopy enough to come out, and see what all the ruckus was about before we entered Harry’s room.

But once inside of Harry’s room I was nervous all over again at being alone with another man while my own man was out doing some silly errand that could have waited until the next morning at least. Feeling me tremble uncontrollably Harry whisked me up in his granite arms, and pressed his thicker lips to mine. It was just what I needed, and our tongues dueled in renewed passion. I floated over to the giant king sized bed in his arms. I remember the condoms in my purse told Harry to wait as I pulled one out. Harry just laughed sorry baby no way a regular size condom is ever going to fit me as he kissed me again Somehow losing my dress, and panties in the process as his clothes too disappeared before I was gently laid down on my back on this strange black man’s bed. My legs spread wide, and high in the air forming a V like some wanton whore as he eased in between, and over top of me like a living shadow of the night.

My heart was racing, my nipples tingling and tightly erect on my heaving breasts as I felt the head of his truncheon slide along the groove of my seething trench, and tease my clitty with the full length of him. A long drawn out breath escaping from my lips as his lips took in my right nipple when the head of his cock slipped easily between my lower lips once again stretching me out to impossible dimensions. I swooned as every nerve ending in my body tried to short out loosing all concept of time, and space as the biggest, blackest cock I’d ever had turned me into the most wanton slut on the face of the earth. I’m sure I was gasping for breath, and wondering if Harry’s cock was ever going to bottom out when it nudged up against the very back of my pussy making me shiver in an uncontrolled multiple orgasm that had me seeing exploding novi like dots swimming before my eyes. And I still wasn’t sure that all of him was inside of me as I had yet to feel his balls settle down against my ass. I mean I knew this guy was big, but this was ridiculous.

My arms, and legs like snakes of their own volition wrapped around behind Harry, and tried desperately to pull all of his black ass into me. But to no avail as the granite man mountain refused to be moved any more until he was ready. By then he was suckling on my left boob, and I was well on my way to the next orgasmic plateau. In and out like an infallible metronome that big black cock of his pumped rhythmically back and forth in my overwhelmed white pussy. Up and down his ebony ass rose, and fell over my ivory flesh bringing me to one tingling toe curling, body jerking, mini-multiple orgasm after another. It was almost like surfing on a never-ending wave of mutual bliss as Harry’s big black prick thoroughly FUCKED me to a ragged edge of lust the likes of which I’d never known before. So wrapped up in our own lust were we, that we hadn’t noticed that we now had company until Jim coughed out loud.

He was sitting in the cushioned chair next to the little dinning table watching us with glazed eyes stroking his own cock as his friend’s big black dick pumped in and out of my slick wet white pussy. Dressed only in my garter belt, stockings, and high heels the way I was I felt like a perfect slut getting fucked by my fiancé’s best friend this way. And since I was feeling so slutty I decided why not be just a little sluttier, and get Jim in on the act. So I crooked a finger at him, in effect summoning him to join us, then pointed at his cock, and my mouth alternately as Jim drew near.

I was already flying high, and smashing into one fuzzy clouded orgasm after another when Jim’s cock loomed in front of my face. So I simply parted my lips, grabbed hold of his cock, and slurped it into my mouth like spaghetti. I choked several times as Jim tried desperately to shove that hunk of meat down my throat, but once I got my gag reflex under control I had his cock fucking my face, and his friend’s black cock fucking my cunt at the same time.

Being used as if you are little more than a utility vehicle can be quite an incredible experience. After all, I was lying on my back on a comfortable bed, and I hardly had to move, just respond with counter moves as they were doing all of the pumping, and humping. And with all of their attention fixated on me I tumbled blissfully from one mind numbing orgasm after another with almost no effort at all on my part.

I was lubricating so much that I soon felt a wet spot forming under my ass in the linen. And if things kept on this way the whole damn bed was soon going to drown in our love juices. The aroma of sex was already permeating the air in Harry’s room.

Strangely enough it was Jim’s cock that blew its load first, and straight down my throat the way it did I hardly got a taste of its saltiness. Still, it could have been worse. Jim could have pulled out, and sprayed my face, and chest with his scum the way he really liked to do sometimes when I sucked him off, but with his friend so close he didn’t dare. And when Jim withdrew to recover I once again had Harry, and his big black cock all to myself.

Even as delirious as I had become under the spell of Harry’s black cock I knew that Harry had been fucking me for over an hour by now, and he still hadn’t cum even once. I could suppose that was due to having cum in me in the men’s john over at J. J. Garlic’s earlier. Still, no man who had ever fucked me had lasted more than 30 straight minutes without cumming, including Jim. Not that I had fucked a lot of men mind you, but I’m no saint either, I’ve had my share, and a little of someone else’s maybe. However since Harry was the first black man I’d ever had, I began to wonder if all of the legends I’d heard from my friends in college were true about black men. The size of his cock warping out my pussy sure fit in with the legend, and so did his stamina thus far. And that load he’d delivered earlier in my pussy was something that I’d never experienced before. If all black men fucked like this I could easily turn into a black dick junky. Hopefully Jim wouldn’t mind a little extra sport after we tied the knot, but either way I wasn’t going to let Harry be my last black experience after such a delicious fuck as this was turning out to be.

My revelry was interrupted when Harry suddenly pulled his dick all the way out of my cunt, flipped me over onto my stomach, and started prying my ass open with that damn black battering ram of his. As I said earlier, I’m no anal virgin, but injecting a coke can thick object into something the size of an earthworm’s hole can be extremely traumatizing if the one doing the injecting isn’t careful. Thankfully, Harry was an extremely gentle, and careful lover who had obviously had plenty of practice as the initial experience was mostly uncomfortable rather than painful. But where as he when he fucked my cunt leaving a couple of inches still hanging outside of me, he now had all of his big black cock shoved squarely up my tender white ass. With his balls tickling up against my warped, and now vacant pussy if felt more like an over stuffed turkey than anything sexy. But then Harry reached around my waist, and started to diddle my slit, concentrating on my clit, and once again I was trembling like a schoolgirl on her first date. Sweat glands were working overtime beading tiny little water droplets all over my flesh as Harry slowly started fucking in, and out of my tight white ass with his big black cock.

I caught our reflection in the mirror mounted on his closet door, and gasped. I looked like some craven whore with my hair disheveled, and fanned out all around me pushing back at that huge black cock fucking me in the ass. But the look on my face said how much I loved it. It was the filthiest sight I’d ever seen, and I was looking at myself. I started to cum like I’d never cum before, and with that black cock still fucking slowly in and out of my ass, and Harry’s hands diddling my pussy, and now milking my breasts it was just too much. Suddenly the whole world phased out of view as a black hole sucked me down into its spiraling vortex of u*********sness.

I don’t know how long I was out, nothing like this had ever happened to me before, so I had no way of comparing this sexually oriented blackout. However when I did come to, with the world slowly coming back into focus, I found myself once again on my back, but this time looking right at the face of my fiancé. That’s when time began to tick once again for me, and with it Jim’s hips rose, and fell above me as his dick slid in and out of my well stretched pussy. In fact I would hardly have felt his cock rubbing up against the lining of my cunt if my asshole hadn’t still been so stuffed full of black cock with Harry underneath me now. I knew it had to be Harry as his black hands were fondling my heaving white breasts from behind, and tugging on my erect nipples.

“Looks like she’s back with the living,” Jim informed his friend.

“So what do you think lover?” I asked Jim. “Would you like seeing your wife get a steady diet of big black dicks as much as you seem to be enjoying sharing your fiancé with one now?”

“I think I could live with that,” he snickered overtop of me.

“You’d better hope the hell that you can,” I replied, and wrapped my legs, and arms up around his back then. “Because I have no doubt in my mind that your about to marry a black cock hungry slut.”

“Amen to that,” Harry said over my shoulder.

I was fucked by both men through out the evening, and when we finally fell asleep I was cuddled between two warm bodies, and soaking my behind in all of our love sauce, or at least what was left after my fiancé ate me out. Jim and I slept in the next day as Harry took care of his business, and then we did it all over again the next night except that we had room service dinner in our room before starting the next sexual marathon. Like I said at the start of this story all women love being the center of attention, and I’m not any different in that respect. And being the sexual center piece of attention between two studs for a whole weekend is to my way of thinking a great way to start a trend.