CONNIE

"What do you think of him, Connie?" I whispered. I 
nodded in the direction of a muscular, somewhat 
intimidating looking, black man sitting up at the bar. 
My wife and I were sitting in a little neighborhood 
tavern near our hotel looking for a likely candidate. 
We'd been fantasizing about having a threesome with 
another man for years, and we'd finally gotten up the 
courage to try to go through with it.

Connie glanced over her shoulder, and turned to me with 
a look of disbelief. "He's really cute Mark ...but he's 
far too young. For Pete's sakes, he's only in his 
twenties! He'd never be interested in a middle aged 
woman like me!"  

"Oh yeah?" I continued quietly. "Well that's not 
stopping him from checking you out. When you got up to 
go to the washroom he watched you every step of the 
way!" 

"Oh go on Mark!" she blushed. "You're just teasing me!"

"No I'm not... Go play some music on that old Wurlitzer 
over there and you'll see what I'm talking about." 

"Okay, I'll just do that." 

Connie stood up and smoothed down her dress then, 
putting a little extra wiggle in her walk made her way 
over to the ancient jukebox in the corner. As she 
passed the bar, she surprised me by giving the kid a 
sultry 'I'd like to fuck you,' kind of look as she 
brushed past him. When she got to the jukebox she made 
a point of bending over and displaying her ass as she 
dropped in some money and punched in a few tunes. After 
making her selection, she returned to our table, 
smiling at me as the kid turned around on his barstool 
to watch her 

"Mark, you're right!" Connie whispered with a pleased 
smile as she sat down. "He 'is' looking at me, and he's 
gorgeous! Do you really think he would want me?"

"Of course he would! The kid's obviously got the hots 
for you! I bet he'd be easy to talk into a little fun 
if we could only figure out a way to meet him. I don't 
even begin to know how to tell him I'd like him to fuck 
you."

My name's Mark Hargrove. Let me tell you how we got to 
this point. I'm fifty years old, with sandy, thinning 
hair, and a bit of a beer gut, so I'm just kind of 
average in the looks department but I think I really 
lucked out when I married Connie. Connie stands about 
five-four with shoulder length shiny black hair, and 
even after having two kids she has nice perky tits, 
great legs, and an ass that attracts men like a magnet. 
Tonight she was wearing a little black cocktail dress 
that was so tight it looked like it had been sprayed 
on, and on her legs she had on a pair of sexy black 
stay ups and four inch heels. Maybe I'm a little 
biased, but for a woman in her forties Connie is one 
hell of a hot looking chick. 

Anyways, Connie and I are Canadian, and we'd come to 
the states on a mini holiday from our home town of 
Victoria B.C. because we were in desperate need of a 
break from our routine at home. 

Our town's not exactly known for its wild nightlife and 
we knew San Francisco had a reputation for being the 
kind of place you could let your hair down. The night 
we arrived I talked my wife into taking in a male strip 
show. Connie had never seen one before and it blew her 
away. She got the hots for the lead dancer, a good 
looking Rastafarian type with washboard abs. It must 
have been obvious to him because he'd picked her out of 
the crowd and done a strip tease just for her. 

For whatever reason, the guy's performance had really 
brought out the slut in Connie. Later that evening, 
when we returned to our hotel, she practically raped me 
in the elevator on the way up to our room. Our marriage 
had gotten kinkier over the years to keep it 
interesting and our favorite fantasy was her having sex 
with another man while I watched, but until the 
striptease, it never occurred to us the guy could be 
black. 

I guess the dance brought out her darkest desires, 
because when we went to bed she told me she'd have 
loved to fuck him. Hearing her admission turned me on 
as much as her, so I decided to change our fantasy into 
reality. Here we were, in a bar in a strange city where 
no one knew us, and we'd never have a better 
opportunity. 

And I wasn't lying to Connie; the kid sitting there at 
the bar was obviously sexually attracted to her. He was 
perfect. He was young, fit, and black, and I was 
getting a raging hard-on imagining him with Connie so I 
decided to strike while the iron was hot. 

"Listen Connie," I whispered. 'What the hell... If 
you're game I'm just gonna go ask him if he'd like to 
join us for a drink? What do you say? Are you ready for 
it?" 

Connie blushed and turned an even deeper shade of red. 
I think when we fantasized about a threesome, neither 
one of us dreamed it would really happen. Now with an 
opportunity staring us right in the face we had to make 
a decision. My wife was tongue tied. She was in a 
dilemma. I knew she wanted to, but she would be 
breaking her marriage vows, so she had to make darn 
sure it was what I really wanted before committing 
herself. 

"Honey, I'm not going to pressure you." I assured her. 
"I'll just invite him over for a drink and we'll see 
what happens, okay? I'd love to watch you do it, but 
it's all up to you!" 

We sat there in silence, while Connie looked over at 
him and then back at me, then she arrived at a 
decision. 

"Okay Mark, I'll do it... but if anything happens, I 
don't want you changing your mind on me and getting mad 
about it, all right?" 

Now I was the one getting nervous. What if she was 
right? Maybe I would get mad, or jealous, or both. I 
wasn't really sure how I'd react. All I knew was I'd 
never5 been so fucking horny before so I forced myself 
to get up from my chair, and headed towards him. I got 
to the bar and sat beside him and said, "Excuse me," in 
a shaky voice.

He turned towards me with a curious look and asked what 
was up. Ignoring my squirrelly feelings and hoping I 
didn't sound too stupid, I carried on with my plan.

"My wife and I are wondering if we can buy you a drink. 
You see, we've never been to San Francisco before. 
We're on holiday and we thought maybe you could tell us 
what sights we oughta see while we're here." 

He looked at me and then over at Connie. I think he 
sort of knew what we really wanted, but he was willing 
to go along with my little game. He made me sweat for 
it though, by pausing for a little while before he 
answered me.

"Hey man, I'd be happy to! That's really nice of you. 
My name's Paul Jefferson, and thanks, I'm having 
bourbon on the rocks. ". Where are you from?" he asked, 
his handshake was so strong I was worried he would 
break every bone in my hand. 

"We're from Canada. Hey, that's quite a grip you've got 
there Paul! It's nice to meet you. I'm Mark Hargrove. 
Listen, why don't I get our drinks then we can go over 
and I'll introduce you to my wife."

Now that I was sitting up there I could really see how 
big the kid was. "Jesus!" I thought to myself. "What am 
I doing? Do I really want him to fuck Connie? If his 
cock's as big as the rest of him, won't she get hooked 
on it? But I'm a man, and my dick was making all my 
decisions for me so I signaled the bartender. I ordered 
another drink for Paul and a couple of beers for Connie 
and me and then we headed back to join her. My wife and 
Paul smiled warmly at each other as we sat down. Things 
were going much easier than I'd thought they would. 

"Sweetheart, this is Paul Jefferson. Paul, meet my wife 
Connie." 

Paul looked Connie up and down like he was buying a 
brand new car. If he could have really undressed her 
with his eyes she'd be naked by now. He took her hand 
in his and made a big show of kissing it, and she 
blushed like mad. Knowing my wife, it was a pretty safe 
bet her panties were soaking wet by now. 

"Hello Connie! Mark tells me you two are from out of 
town and need some advice on our fair city. What kind 
of things do you like to do? Is there anything in 
particular you'd like to see?" 

The way Connie was looking at the kid I was afraid she 
was going to ask to see his cock right then and there. 
But she managed to control herself and asked some 
general questions about what there was to see. I felt 
like I was watching two animals in mating season 
sniffing each other out just before they began rutting. 
Paul was a real smooth operator. After a couple of 
bourbons he was whispering in Connie's ear and his hand 
was under her dress stroking the inside of her leg. 

By now the people in the bar were starting to sit up 
and take notice, but Paul and Connie were so horny they 
were oblivious to it. Any pretence about looking around 
the city was long gone. I sat there feeling like I'd 
just fired up a big locomotive and got it running full 
bore before realizing there were no brakes. 

"Hey you guys!" I whispered. "What do you say we take 
off and go back to our hotel? I'm sure it'd be a lot 
more comfortable." 

"Hey, that's a good idea," Paul said. "But first I want 
to make sure I'm not misreading this. You're okay with 
me fucking your wife, right?" 

My face turned bright red and I stared into my glass. 
Probably half the people in the bar knew by now what 
was taking place at our table, but I was so turned on I 
couldn't help myself. My wife was going to be fucked by 
him, come hell or high water. The whole thing seemed so 
surreal but my dick was so hard I could have hammered 
nails with it.

"I...I guess so, but it's really up to Connie," I 
stammered.

"Hey man, its okay! Don't be embarrassed by it! I think 
it's really cool you're allowing your little woman to 
get some extra loving. She's lucky to have a husband 
that looks out for her needs. Isn't that right Connie?" 

Connie looked over at me and blushed. I could see she 
was trying to appear 'with it.' 

"Yeah, I am lucky... Mark's a great guy. But he's right 
Paul. If it's okay with you, I think we should go back 
to the hotel." 

"Whatever you say, little lady. Lead the way." Paul 
chuckled. 

Connie finished her beer then took his hand and stood 
up. Paul gave her ass a little feel, nuzzling her neck 
as we left the bar. A few patrons gave me a sympathetic 
look as I followed behind, discreetly trying to tuck my 
hard on under my belt. Once we were out on the sidewalk 
Connie turned to me. 

"Mark honey, would you go to the store and get 
something for us to drink while Paul and I go back to 
the hotel?" 

"I...I suppose I...I could." 

I was the one who started the ball rolling so I could 
hardly say no. It seemed like the right thing to do. I 
picked up some bourbon and half a dozen beers and 
cooled my heels in a coffee shop to give them a little 
time, then headed on back to the hotel. When I got up 
to the room I was so excited my knees were shaking. I 
held my breath, slipped my key in the slot and opened 
the door. 

The kid was lying back on the bed holding Connie by her 
hair as she sucked his enormous cock. Whenever I'd 
asked for a blowjob she'd always turned me down so this 
was a big surprise to me. The two of them were naked, 
except for Connie's high heels and Paul's white socks, 
which for reasons known only to him were still on his 
feet. I ripped off my shirt, stumbled out of my pants, 
and pulled a chair over beside the bed. I was so 
friggin horny I began to jack off. 

"Oh man, you're a lucky guy Mark!" Paul gasped as he 
squeezed Connie's tits. "Your wife gives an outstanding 
blowjob!"

Connie's eyes looked up at him, smiling at his 
compliment. She gently hefted his tennis ball sized 
balls in the upturned palm of her hand as she sucked 
him off. Although I was insanely jealous I was so 
turned on I jerked myself off as I watched Paul fuck 
her mouth. His precum mixed with Connie's saliva and 
drooled from her crimson lips, hanging in ropy strands 
from her chin. 

"Fuck Connie...take it easy or I'm gonna blow my 
load!!!" he croaked, kneading her tits as she lovingly 
licked the length of his cock. 

Undeterred by his announcement she sped up her pace, 
feverishly milking his heavily veined ebony shaft. I'd 
drawn my chair up so close I could see perspiration 
beading up on Paul's forehead. Connie fingers flew up 
and down his cock in a blur, her wedding ring glinting 
in the darkened hotel room, underlining the 
salaciousness of her act. She suddenly stopped and 
pulled him out of her mouth with an audible pop. 

"I want you to come, Paul!" she gurgled. "Come in my 
mouth while you fuck my face!! Come on Paul...fucking 
give it to me!!!" 

I could smell Connie's arousal, and I'm sure he could 
too. The kid took her at her word, using her mouth like 
a cunt, fucking away at her until he suddenly let out a 
tortured cry. Connie gripped his dusky buttocks and 
sealed her lips around the head of his throbbing 
manhood, sucking on it with a vengeance. He roared and 
emptied his steaming load deep in her gullet.

Whimpering softly, Connie guzzled it down and when she 
was finally done, turned to me with a crazed look on 
her face, motioning for me to come close so she could 
suck me off as well. I felt angry but my cock was hard 
as iron and my emotions were all over the map. Some of 
Paul's cum had bubbled out of her mouth and was hanging 
precariously from her lower lip. Strangely, she'd never 
looked as sexy to me as she did at that moment.

I shoved my aching cock into my wife's frothing, well 
used mouth and she went to work on me like a woman 
possessed. Connie was so turned on from doing Paul she 
gave me an amazing blow job. It wasn't too long before 
I felt the pressure of a pending orgasm deep in my 
balls. 

"Oh god, baby!" I gasped. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! 
Ahhggggh!!!!" 

I blew my load into her mouth, taking us both by 
surprise then suddenly she started to moan and whimper. 
Paul had quickly recovered and come up behind her, 
ripped open the crotch of her sopping panties and 
pulled her back onto his monstrous dick. 

"Oh gawddd!!! Oh holy fuck!!! Oh Jesusss... oh 
Jesusss." 

She moaned so loud at first I thought he was hurting 
her, but then she started to buck like a bronco, 
pleading with the kid to fuck her harder. 

"You want harder? I'll give you harder, you horny 
cunt!" Paul assured her, smacking her ass loudly. The 
wet slupping sounds of Connie's sexing echoed in the 
hotel room. 

"Oh god!" she sobbed. "Oh god Mark... It feels so 
fucking goood!!!!" 

Paul chuckled in her ear. "You like that baby? You like 
my big black dick in your married pussy? 

"You bastard!" she panted. "Fuck meee!!!"

Paul pulled out of my wife and lay back on the bed with 
his upright cock pointing up at the ceiling. Her 
lipstick was smeared all over its head, making it 
appear even more menacing. 

"Here you go baby... its all yours! Just squat over me 
and put it in!"

She grunted and ever so slowly eased herself down until 
he was buried halfway up inside her. My balls ached as 
I saw how tightly her cunt lips clung to his thick 
black pole. The look of intense concentration on 
Connie's face said it all. Although his cock was only 
halfway in, it was already reaching far deeper and 
filling her far more than mine ever could. She began to 
raise herself up and down in a frenzy of activity.

"Oh god...Oh godd... Oh goddd!!!"

My wife's tits swayed as the bedsprings squeaked away. 
Her nipples were puffy and swollen, her hair was badly 
mussed, and her eyes looked all wild and crazy. She was 
getting the fuck of a lifetime. 

Unbelievably, his whole length was now up inside her, 
and I knew from now on she'd be a size queen, craving 
big cocks on a regular basis. It gave me a perverse 
thrill to watch Connie feed her nipple to Paul's mouth 
as his big black hands squeezed her milky white ass. I 
knew my cuckolding had only just begun. Suddenly she 
screamed, and her ravenous pussy squirted all over his 
cock and balls. 

"Oh fuck... Mark, I'm coming... and he's coming too!!! 
He's cumming way up in my cunt!!!"  

Connie shuddered as the two of them came together. 
After a long silent pause she eased herself off Paul 
with a big contented sigh, and lay there gasping. I sat 
feeling somewhat humbled as I watched a big glob of cum 
emerge from my wife's gaping cunt, and run down the 
crack of her ass. His cock had left her thoroughly 
stretched, and now her dirty deed was done she looked a 
little embarrassed by her unbridled enthusiasm. Paul's 
voice broke the awkward silence. 

"Man oh man, you're a fantastic piece of ass, Connie!!" 

"Thank you kind sir," she blushed. "You're not bad 
yourself!" 

"But you know," he said, to the two of us, "I think 
maybe I'd better leave you lovebirds alone for now!" He 
got a towel from the bathroom and wiped himself off, 
then pulled on his pants, and buttoned up his shirt.

"Maybe I'll call you tomorrow so we can get together 
and do this again!" 

Connie and I were silent as he said his goodbyes and 
let himself out, discreetly leaving us to sort things 
out between the two of us. My wife lay on the rumpled 
sheets and held out her arms to me. Her hairy cunt and 
asshole were completely covered in cum. 

"Are you okay with what I've done Mark?" she asked with 
a look of concern as I climbed on top of her. "You're 
not mad at me for liking it, are you? I do love you, 
you know." 

"I...I know you do. I love you too... look honey, I'm 
as guilty as you are...I wanted it to happen as much as 
you did!" 

"Oh baby, he filled me with so much cum, and I'm 
feeling so horny! Will you kiss me down there? Please?"

Connie's fingers wound themselves into my hair, forcing 
my head downwards as I kissed my way down towards her 
hairy lower belly. She opened her legs and the scent of 
her freshly fucked cunt filled my nostrils. Connie 
moaned as she wrapped her legs around my head. I 
couldn't believe how excited she was. Holding on to her 
warm, wet ass, I smothered her cum filled cunt with 
kisses, and sucked on her swollen clitoris.

Oh yeah that feels so good! Oh...oh my fucking gawd!!! 
Oh Jesus, Mark...I'm gonna come again really soon!!" 
she cried. "Hurry...you'd better fuck me before I 
do!!!" 

I can't even begin to describe the hot slippery feeling 
of fucking her steaming quim right after Paul had 
dumped his load in her but I knew we were both hooked. 
Fired up from our very first threesome, Connie and I 
fucked more that night than I would have ever thought 
humanly possible. The two of us eventually ran out of 
steam in the wee small hours of the morning and 
thoroughly sated, drifted off into dreamland. 

***

We slept like babies, waking at eleven the next day. 
After a leisurely brunch in our hotel we set off to see 
the city. We did all the usual tourist stuff. We walked 
across the Golden Gate Bridge, then we rode a cable car 
up to the Castro district and gawked at all the gay 
guys. From there we went on to Haight Ashbury and then 
down to the waterfront, where we had some great seafood 
in a funky little oyster bar. 

After we'd eaten, we took a cab back to our hotel. It's 
funny, but we'd avoided talking about what had happened 
with Paul. It was all so new to us I guess we were just 
too embarrassed, but Connie had been obviously thinking 
about him, because the first thing she did when we got 
to our room was to check the phone. When she saw the 
little red light flashing her eyes lit up. I knew what 
that meant. It meant she could hardly wait to get 
fucked again. 

"Mark, if that's a message from Paul, we don't have to 
phone him back," Connie said, trying to hide her 
enthusiasm for my sake. "If you want, we can just make 
it a one time thing. I mean, now that we know what it's 
like, we don't really have to do it again. What do you 
think?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right Connie." I teased. "Let's 
not return his call. I kind of wanted to take in a 
movie tonight." 

Poor Connie did her best to hide her disappointment. 

"Connie, I'm pulling your leg... I thought last night 
was the hottest thing I'd ever seen! I'm gonna leave it 
up to you, but honey, whatever you want to do, I'll be 
fine with it."

Connie looked relieved. "You dirty son of a bitch. I 
didn't know you were putting me on. "So it would be 
okay with you if I fucked Paul again?" You won't think 
I'm being cheap and slutty if I want more?" 

"Well, to be honest Connie, I kind of get off on you 
being cheap and slutty! Heck it's a little late to be 
getting second thoughts. Just admit you liked it. Go 
on, pick up the phone and see what he has to say...It's 
obvious you want to!!" 

"I love you Mark! As long as you're sure about it. Last 
night was really good!" 

Still trying not to appear too eager, my wife reached 
for the phone. I sat waiting patiently while Connie 
listened to the message. It was a long one, and there 
was no need for her to tell me it was Paul. By the time 
she hung up the phone she was practically glowing. She 
looked at me excitedly. 

"Paul wants us to come to a party!" 

"What kind of a party honey? What time, and where is 
it?" 

"Somewhere in the Fillmore district, wherever that is. 
Paul said it's at his place. He said we'd never find it 
on our own so if we want to go, we're to meet him at a 
place called the Sheba lounge at nine thirty tonight. 
All the cabbies know where Sheba's is and his house is 
near there. We'll have a couple of drinks first, and 
then we'll head over to the party. He said he thinks 
we're really cool, and he knows his friends will like 
us. Says there'll be lots of good music, and loads of 
food. It sounds really neat! Can we go Mark? Please?" 

"Gee I don't know Connie. I thought he'd say he wanted 
to come over here again. Last night was one thing, but 
what do we really know about this guy? What if him and 
his friends turn out to be some kind of axe murderers 
or something?" 

"You mean its okay to fuck him, but it's not okay to 
party with him?" Connie pouted. "Come on Mark! Do you 
have any idea how stupid that sounds? If he didn't 
attack us yesterday, he sure as heck won't be doing it 
at a party! Don't you think if he was dangerous, he 
would have done something last night, for Pete's sake?" 

Connie had me there. The kid could have easily 
overpowered me if he'd wanted to, and if he'd given off 
any dangerous vibes I never would have let her fuck 
him. What the hell, why not, I thought. We hadn't been 
to a party in ages. It would probably be good for us to 
mix with some younger people for a change. Besides, 
maybe after the party Paul would come back to the hotel 
and fuck her again. 

"Okay sweetheart, I guess you're right. We can 
go...Call him back and let him know we'll be there. I 
just hope we're not the only white people there though, 
or we'll stick out like a pair of sore thumbs." 

"You don't have to worry about that, honey. Paul's 
message said there was going to be some other cool 
white couples there too. I think it sounds like a lot 
of fun. And you never know," she said with a little 
smile as she dialed his number. "He just might want to 
come back with us to the hotel afterwards for a 
nightcap." 

***

"The cabby let us off at the Sheba Lounge at around 
quarter to ten. My first impression of the club was 
that it was definitely hip, or whatever word they use 
nowadays. The place was nice and intimate, all done up 
in funky colors, with lots of wood and leather and big 
overstuffed chairs. It was elegant, but it felt real 
comfortable, like you were in someone's living room. If 
this was the kind of place Paul hung out in, I had to 
admit the kid had class. 

I had to raise my voice to be heard above the piano 
player who was belting out a tune for the crowd. The 
hostess, a pretty black girl with legs that just 
wouldn't quit, smiled, acting like she'd been expecting 
us, when I told her we were meeting a Mr. Jefferson. 

"Paul's in the bar. Would you follow me please," she 
said, weaving her way through the crowded tables until 
we reached a second, equally inviting room. Paul was 
all dressed up in a stylish looking silk suit and 
sitting near a trendy looking gas fired fireplace. I 
was surprised to see another big black guy with him 
wearing casual slacks, a white cashmere turtleneck, and 
shades. Paul smiled when he saw us and waved us over. 

"Hey man, glad you could make it... Hi Connie! I'd like 
you two to meet my friend Lionel. Lionel, this is Mark 
and his lovely wife Connie."

"Hey... what's up," Lionel grinned as he looked Connie 
up and down. "Look at you girl! Paul told me you were 
beautiful, but his description didn't do you justice! 
I've been hearing nothing but good things about you 
little lady!"
 
Lionel was so big he made me nervous but Connie seemed 
quite taken by him. Paul stood up and Connie sat 
between him and Lionel, so I had to take the chair 
across the table. I sat watching helplessly as my wife 
lapped up all the attention the two men giving her. 
After we'd all had a couple of rounds of drinks, she 
was getting quite drunk and was laughing away at their 
jokes. At one point Lionel even squeezed Connie's upper 
thigh. I was beginning to get an uneasy feeling about 
where things might be headed, and I resolved to stop 
things before they got too far out of hand. Paul looked 
over at me and grinned. 

"Hey Mark, chill out! you look far too serious! Is 
everything okay with you, buddy?" 

"I'm fine Paul. I guess I'm just a little tired so I 
don't think Connie and I will be having a very late 
night tonight." 

"We've got just the thing to pick you up man. Lionel's 
got some real fine B.C. bud in the car that should make 
you feel right at home! What say we take off to the 
party and fire up a big blunt along the way?" 

Perhaps Paul was right. Maybe I was getting too 
serious. I didn't want to spoil Connie's night out 
because she'd really been looking forward to the party. 
Maybe getting a little buzz on 'would' put me more in 
the mood. I hadn't smoked any dope since way back in 
high school but I remembered music sounded really good 
when I was a little stoned. Besides, I was kind of 
flattered that Paul saw us as cool enough to share a 
joint with. I looked at my wife to see if she had any 
objection but she was nodding enthusiastically, which 
surprised me because as far as I knew she'd never done 
it before. 

"Yeah okay, why not? That sounds like a good plan." 

"Good! Go get the car Lionel," Paul smiled, "and we'll 
meet you out front."

***

Paul, Connie, and I waited on the sidewalk until Lionel 
drove up in a newer model white Cadillac. We piled in 
the back and as soon as we'd settled in, Paul lit his 
blunt and passed it around. By my second toke I 
realized today's Marijuana was a lot stronger than what 
I was used to. I was just wasted, and I couldn't even 
begin to imagine how Connie was doing! 

At first I was contented enough to sit and listen to 
all the traffic noises, but Lionel put some mellow jazz 
in the car's c.d. player, and before I knew it I was 
lying flat on my back in a dreamlike state. As I stared 
up at the car ceiling, listening in fascination to 
every note my wife, Paul, and any troubles I had seemed 
millions of light years away. I must have drifted off 
because I didn't even notice the car had stopped until 
Paul was opening the car door.

"Hey you guys, what's happening? Are we there yet?" I 
giggled, suddenly aware that I had no idea where the 
hell we were supposed to be going. 

My body felt like rubber and everything seemed to be 
happening in slow motion. It was hard but I managed to 
haul myself up in my seat. Paul and Lionel were already 
out of the car and holding Connie up, helping her to 
negotiate her way up the stairs of a big Victorian 
mansion. I stumbled out of the car and followed them as 
they went into the house. 

When I stepped through the door the loud music and 
reefer smoke hit me like a shock wave. Someone handed 
me a drink and I wandered around in a dope induced haze 
looking for Connie and the two guys. I searched through 
a sea of black faces for what seemed like forever, and 
I was beginning to get worried when I saw a white 
couple sitting in a corner of the living room. I 
staggered towards them, hoping they might have noticed 
Connie. 

"Excuse me," I said "I've lost sight of my wife. Have 
you seen her? She's got long dark brown hair and she's 
kind of short." 

"You mean the chick with the great ass that came in 
with Paul and Lionel?" The man grinned. "I think they 
all went upstairs. You look kinda tired man. I'll bet 
you've had some of that dynamite dope of Paul's. 
Relax... she's in good hands, sit down and take a load 
off your feet." 

"Yeah okay," I said, slumping into an empty easy chair. 
"I guess I am feeling a little tired." 

He was right, finding Connie could wait. My eyes were 
getting really heavy and my legs felt like lea. Before 
I knew it I'd drifted off, and when I came to I was all 
alone. I could have been out for ten minutes or two 
hours. The couple had disappeared and the room was 
empty. The man said Connie had gone upstairs so 
thinking that must be where everyone had gone, I hauled 
myself to my feet and made my way up the stairs.

I heard a murmur of voices coming from behind the first 
door I came to, so I quietly pushed it open. A large 
group of people was crowding around something going on 
in the middle of the room. I pushed my way forward to 
see what everyone was looking at, and lo and behold, 
there was Connie, fully naked and on her knees in front 
of Lionel who was sitting on a chair with his pants 
down around his ankles. The crowd was calling out 
encouragement as her head bobbed up and down on his 
immense cock. 

Paralyzed by the dope, I stood watching helplessly as 
my wife lovingly licked and sucked Lionel's heavily 
veined, giant black cock. Paul joined in and started 
playing with her tittys and she began to suck him off 
too. Someone moved in with a camera and began to take 
pictures and that made Connie even hornier. The strong 
dope and watching her communal cock sucking was turning 
me on, so I began to play with myself.

"Suck those cocks baby!" I cried. "Let yourself go!!!" 

Connie went wild, alternating between the two of them, 
and Paul suddenly gave out a tortured cry. "Get ready, 
you little fucking slut... I'm gonna cum! Jesus, I'm 
gonna cum!!"

"Cum all over my face!!" Connie whimpered, sticking out 
her tongue as she jacked him off. 

Paul grunted and cried, "Oh gawddd!!!" and his cock 
shot a big glob of cum that sailed through the air and 
hit Connie's tongue with such force I could tell it 
startled her. A second volley followed, landing on her 
forehead and nose with a splat. Meanwhile Lionel tore 
off his trousers and moved in behind her. He opened her 
swollen pussy for the crowd. 

"Look at her!" he grinned. "She's all soaking wet and 
ready to go!" 

"Fuck the bitch, Lionel!" someone called out. "Fuck her 
good!" 

"Yeah!" another one cried. Feed that white pussy some 
big black snake!!" 

Lionel grasped his massive drooling cock and teased 
Connie with it, sliding it slowly up and down the 
length of her slit. 

"Tell everyone what you want baby! Are you horny for 
some young black dick up in your pussy?" 

"Yesss... oh Jesus... yesss!!!" Connie begged. 

Lionel pushed forward and everyone 'ooohed' and 
'aaahed' as he slid all ten inches of his manhood into 
her then they became hushed as he bottomed out, pausing 
balls deep to let her savor his size. Connie whimpered 
as he began, her pussy squelching as he withdrew his 
cock then slid it back home again. He began to speed up 
and Connie, who was very close to coming, began to make 
little mewling sounds. 

Watching her magnificent fucking made me forget all 
about the crowd. I began to masturbate with my precum 
slimed hand, trying to prolong my pleasure by holding 
back. Suddenly Lionel's buttocks tensed up. Connie 
looked over at me as he gripped her waist tight and 
drained his balls into her. She looked so small and 
helpless impaled on his big dick.

"Oh fuck Mark; his cock is creaming me!!! I'm coming 
baby!!! Oh god, I'm coming!!!" 

"Good girl Connie!" I cried as I jacked off. "Let it go 
baby!" 

My balls tensed up and I let fly as I watched Connie 
surrender to a shuddering climax. My cum flew out the 
head of my dick and spattered the hardwood floor in 
front of me. When Lionel's spasms finished, he gently 
pulled out his spent but still huge penis.

"Man what a ride!" he gasped. "Who's next?" 

The men rushed to line up and I realized I was in for a 
very long night.