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Atlanta Wife - 4
by TxDoc (txdoc2010@gmail.com)
***
Derek and Leslie search for another black man to keep
their fantasy life alive. (MF, wife, voy, intr, cuck)
***
PART 4
Leslie could hardly concentrate. Friday had finally
arrived, and she was anxiously awaiting Derek to return
home. She had quite a lot to show him. She had spent the
day shopping for their adventure tonight and she
couldn't wait for him to see her get into her new
things. She had even stopped at her favorite lingerie
shop for something special for whomever she decided to
show off for tonight.
When she had met up with Corie for their usual lunch
earlier her friend could tell that something was up.
Even though it was Corie that had led her to this point
she was not quite ready to tell her best friend that she
was about to fuck another man, just for the fun of it.
What they both had done before was business; this was
going to be different.
Earlier that week Derek had stopped at an adult DVD
store and bought a few interracial themed movies for
"teaser" material. They were white wife with black men
themed mostly, but the acting was so bad that the plot
was pretty much useless. The sex however was wild.
Leslie had watched several pornos before, but mostly
vanilla couple's sex. These videos were anything but,
with gorgeous but overly made up girls taking giant
black cocks in every hole, sometimes with 2, 3, or more
guys at a time. They were fun to watch, but she just
didn't find the sex to be very "real."
She thought it would be a good way to pass the time
though, and put the one she had liked the most in the
player and spent the next hour watching one "wife" after
another fuck and suck their way through a chain of big
black dicks. She was horny as hell an hour later when
Derek walked in. On screen, a petite brunette was taking
a load of cum on her upturned face with three black guys
standing in a circle around her.
"Couldn't wait for tonight huh?" he asked.
"I'm starting to see why you guys like watching this
stuff. Just think baby, you are going to get to see it
for real soon. No come here. I'm horny."
They fucked there on the couch as the last scene from
the DVD played on the screen. In it a busty blonde
fucked a tall black man she had supposedly met at a
dance club. How appropriate for tonight.
****
Later, as she was getting ready for the evening, Derek
sat on the bed and watched as she put on the clothes she
had bought for tonight. Over her black thong and
matching bra she put on a short skirt that left little
for the imagination, and a flimsy silk top, low cut in
the front to reveal her ample cleavage and the lacy top
of her bra. She stepped out of the closet wearing her
favorite black heels.
Derek whistled. "You are gonna be the most popular girl
at the dance tonight babe. Damn you look hot."
She turned slowly, showing off her legs and ass. She had
to move careful or else her skirt would be up on her
hips. She started to wonder how that was going to look
on the dance floor, and the thought of doing this out in
public suddenly hit her. "Are you sure we should be
doing this? What if someone sees us there?"
"It's a big city honey, and I don't think that too many
people we know frequent this place. And the folks that
are there are there for the same reason. If someone we
know is there then they have just as much reason to keep
quiet about it as we do. If you are getting a bad
feeling about it though..."
"No, just a few nerves is all. Let's get going before I
think about it too much more though OK?"
"Fine by me."
***
A half hour later they were pulling into the parking lot
of Club XS. There lot was nearly full, and by the looks
of the cars she could tell it was going to be an
interesting crowd. Land Rovers, Audis, BMWs and a
Porsche or two dotted the lot. When they had parked, she
looked over at Derek and asked "So now what, exactly how
is this supposed to work?"
"First time for me babe. I guess we just go in, have a
drink, and see what happens from there. If it feels OK,
we just go with it."
She nodded, kissed him, and then they got out of the car
and walked to the door.
The woman at the entrance gave them a knowing smile as
they walked inside. They must have looked a little
nervous to her as she said "Hi there. First time at club
XS?" Dance music was reverberating in the room behind
her.
"Yes," Derek answered. "We heard good things."
"I bet." She said. "Cover's thirty dollars for you,
ladies are free." She looked up and down Leslie's outfit
as Derek handed her the money. "Have a great evening;
just remember to keep it clean while in the club. Some
folks get a little wild in there, just be sure that
anything Kinky happens elsewhere. We don't need any
attention from the cops here."
"We're just here to dance." Leslie replied, and just as
the words left her mouth a red haired woman with a
wedding ring on her left hand walked out from the dance
floor, arm in arm with a tall black man. They headed out
the door and across the parking lot.
"That's what she said too." The girl replied, smiling.
"Look, its no secret what goes on here, we just want
everyone to have fun and keep things in the club low
key. You know the way the cops are in this town. They
would love to shut something like this down. More than a
few have found out their wives have come here behind
their back. Hope you guys have a good time tonight!"
She waved them into the main club area, and as they
walked in to see a crowded dance floor with about thirty
couples out dancing, and quite a few lone guys watching
from the bar and some booths. A waitress met them as
they entered "Would you two like a booth or would you
prefer a bar?"
"A booth would be great." Derek answered. He thought
that would give them a little privacy as they scoped the
place out.
The waitress led them around the dance floor to an open
booth at the corner with a good view of the action.
"First time here? I don't recognize you as one of our
regulars." She asked as she sat them at a booth. Leslie
nodded yes in reply. "Well then you are in for a treat.
It's a great crowd tonight. I assume you know why most
people come here?" She motioned towards the dance floor.
Almost all the couples were white women dancing with
black men.
Leslie was blushing now, and a bit unsure how to reply.
"Don't worry," their waitress went on, "no one here will
approach any couples unless the woman makes the first
move. The manager keeps tight controls on the single
guys that are allowed to come in, they all know the
rules." She smiled, "First timers here are always
nervous, god knows I was. If you're just here to dance,
no one will bother you. A lot of our first timers just
come here to dance and have a few drinks. If you decide
you want me to introduce you to someone, just have me
take him a drink. After that it's up to you. Now how
about I get you some drinks?"
They each ordered a gin and tonic, and when the waitress
walked away they turned to the dance floor. The woman
closest to them was a thirty-something blonde in a
cocktail dress, gyrating against a tall muscular black
man who's hands were generously exploring her ass. They
were locked in a passionate kiss. Leslie liked her lips,
enjoying the spectacle. As they turned Leslie noticed a
large diamond ring on her left hand. She glanced across
the corner of the dance floor and noticed a booth with a
man sitting alone with a drink, watching the couple
intently.
Leslie knew at once that it was her husband. So they
weren't the only freaks in town. As she looked around
the room she noticed six or seven men sitting alone in
booths or at the bar, watching the dance floor with rapt
attention.
There were about ten other white couples there still
sitting together, a few with a black guy sitting at the
booth with them, chatting and having drinks. The rest of
the white women there must have come alone or as a group
of girls. She felt a slit twinge of jealousy when she
noticed that almost all of the black guys in the bar
were currently dancing with someone. Must be pretty good
odds for them she though.
The waitress brought them their drinks and they sat
there for a few minutes, taking it all in and talking
little. "See anyone interesting?" Derek finally asked.
"Yes, but all of them look to be preoccupied right now."
She gestured across the room. The blonde she had watched
earlier had walked over to the man she suspected to be
her husband, and was now introducing him to her dance
partner.
As she spoke, a group of well dressed black guys walked
in together. The both immediately recognized the last
one through the door - Martin. He walked in arm in arm
with Anna, his personal assistant. Apparently in more
ways than one Leslie though. "Holy shit, that's Martin!
What if he sees us?"
Before Derek could reply he saw Martin make eye contact
with him, and smile like the cat that just ate the
canary. "Too late to worry about that now." Derek said,
giving a nod to Martin. He started walking across the
room towards them, Anna in tow.
"Leslie and Derek, so good to see you two again! It's a
small world isn't it? Welcome to my club."
Leslie was still shocked, but managed to say hello to
Martin and Anna.
"What say we go someplace a little more private? I have
some friends I would love to introduce you to."
He led them up a flight of stairs to a VIP area
overlooking the main dance floor. There was a smaller
dance area behind a few couches and tables, and a few
attractive blondes were dancing with a couple black guys
that Leslie though she recognized as pro football
players she had seen on billboards around town. The guys
Martin had arrived with were just settling into the
couches with their drinks.
"Antwan, allow me to introduce you to some new friends
of mine, Derek and Leslie. Antwan here played
quarterback in college and played a season in the pros
before blowing out his knee. He owns a few car
dealerships in town now. Marcus and Darius play football
at a junior college down in Florida. Antwan brought them
here for a good time while they were in town for a
recruiting trip. Showing them all the joys Atlanta has
to offer should they choose to come up here to play."
Antwan stood up and extended his hand towards Leslie.
"My pleasure. Martin didn't tell me he was expecting
anyone else to join us tonight."
Leslie shook his hand. "We had no idea this was his
place. We ran into him totally by accident tonight." She
was immediately attracted to Antwan. He was slightly
shorter than Martin, but more muscular. She recognized
him from his TV commercials, but seeing him in person
sent a tingle up her spine. The other two guys were
attractive as well, but a bit too young for her tastes.
"So how do you know Martin?"
Martin cut in. "Let's just say they are business
associates. Leslie has done quite a lot lately to
improve my bottom line."
Antwan gave him a knowing smile, and then looked back at
Leslie. "So I see. So you're the new one that Martin was
talking about."
Leslie's heart skipped a beat. He knew. The two younger
guys obviously had no idea, but she thought Antwan must
know about Martin's business. "Well, I um..."
Martin interrupted again, "Marcus, you and Darius go
down to the dance floor with Anna, she has a couple
friends to introduce you to that would love to meet you.
Have a good time down there, and let me know if you need
anything."
They left with Anna, clearly happy to be headed to the
dance floor.
As soon as they were down stairs Martin turned to
Leslie. "You can trust Antwan, we have been friends a
long time, and he has as many reasons to keep out of the
gossip scene as you do. Those other guys are clueless;
we just brought them here to get laid. Now let's have a
seat and get to know each other a little better.
They sat on the couch and Antwan joined them sitting
next to Leslie. Derek noticed that he had hardly taken
his eyes off her since they walked upstairs. When Anna
rejoined them a few minutes later Antwan shifted closer
to Leslie to make room for her. They were sitting thigh
to thigh now. "So I guess you know our story huh?" Derek
asked.
"Not really, at least not any details. Martin keeps his
promises, I just knew that he had filmed with a hot
blonde recently and the video was a hit. Seeing the way
you reacted to Martin earlier just gave me a hunch that
you were the ones. Now that I have seen you myself I can
see what all the fuss is about."
"What I would like to know is what led the two of you to
my club tonight?" Martin asked.
Things were not going exactly as Leslie had imagined,
but there was no going back now. Saying they were just
here to dance would have just been lame. And besides,
Antwan was hotter than anyone she had expected to meet
tonight. "I think we all know why we're here." She moved
her left hand over on Antwan's thigh, stroking up
towards his crotch. She had rarely been the sexual
aggressor before, and she thought she could get the hang
of it. "I guess one time just wasn't enough." She turned
to face Antwan, "I imagine you've been here before?"
"A few times."
"Would you like to dance? I think I want to get to know
you a little better in private." She looked over at
Derek, "OK?"
"Fine. Enjoy your dance, I'll sit her and chat with
Martin for a bit."
Leslie and Antwan got up and walked over to the VIP
area's private dance floor.
Anna looked at Derek "She's not the first you know."
"The first?"
"The first to go out looking for more after their first
time with Martin. We've seen more than a few of the
women show up here a few months after their videos were
filmed, usually alone, but occasionally with their
husbands. I suspect the ones that show up alone usually
end up divorced. Some of the ones that came together are
still regulars here. They just keep coming back."
"How about you? I thought you just worked for Martin."
"I came here when I was in MBA school, a few weeks after
I caught my fiance cheating on me with his secretary. I
wanted to do something to hurt him bad, and had heard
about this place through gossip. Long story short,
instead of finding some cheap revenge I found Martin,
and ended up being his girlfriend and business manager."
"And you are OK with him being with all these women?"
Martin gestured towards the dance floor. "Are you OK
with her and all these men?"
He looked over and saw Leslie and Antwan, now dancing
close. She was grinding against his thigh, and her short
skirt had ridden halfway up her ass exposing her thong
panties. They were talking close together, lips almost
brushing. "Yeah, I guess I am."
***
Leslie knew she had found her man. They had hardly met,
yet were quickly talking like old friends. After a few
minutes of chatting, she pulled him close. "Look, I've
never picked up a guy at a bar with my husband watching,
and I had no idea when we walked in here where I would
start. I was afraid I would get cold feet, until I saw
you."
"Was this his idea or yours? I've been with some cold
fish who were pressured to do this by their husbands,
and I'm not interested in a reluctant grudge fuck just
so someone's loser husband gets a show."
"I'm not some spineless tramp that will just hump
someone at her husbands command. I won't just take any
man into my bed. Derek and I love each other, but we
each found something at Martin's that night that we
can't get at home. I want to fuck you tonight; simple as
that" She pulled him closer, pressing herself against
him. She felt her short skirt riding up, wondering if
Derek was watching.
"And your husband?"
"He watches, nothing more."
She felt his hands press against her ass, pulling her
tight, his erect penis pressing against her belly. "He's
a fool to share you. And I'd be a fool to say no to a
woman as hot as you." He leaned over and kissed her.
"Let's say goodbye to Martin and Anna and find someplace
more comfortable OK?"
***
Derek drove alone to the Marriott a few blocks away.
Antwan had insisted on driving with Leslie and checking
into the hotel with her. He was to meet them at the
elevators once they had the room cards. He was reluctant
at first, not wanting her to get in a car with this man
they had barely met without him there.
Leslie had insisted though, and he had ultimately given
in. As he followed them into the parking lot he was glad
he did. The rising anticipation was intense. He pulled
into the garage behind them, parking on a lower level.
He waited a few minutes and then headed for the lobby.
***
Leslie could feel eyes on her as she walked through the
Marriott lobby, arm in arm with Antwan. The outfit she
had on made her look like a call girl. Antwan did not
seem to mind the attention, and was clearly enjoying
showing her off as his trophy. When they reached the
registration desk the young Asian girl at the desk gave
her a fleeting dirty look before regaining her
composure.
"Checking in?"
"Yes, just for the night." Antwan said. "She'll take
care of the room."
That had not been in the plan, Leslie thought. Oh well.
She reached into her purse and pulled out her credit
card and handed it to the clerk. The girl was eyeing her
wedding ring with disdain. Leslie smiled. "King size bed
please. We're going to need plenty of room." She was
pleased to see the girl get flushed.
The clerk checked them in with hardly another word, and
then handed them the keys saying "Enjoy your stay!" with
a contrived smile.
They walked away from the desk towards the elevators,
Antwan's hand on her ass. She saw Derek waiting by the
elevator doors. "Come enjoy the show."
The doors opened, and the three of them stepped in.
***
Once they made it to the room, Derek made an excuse to
leave them alone for a few minutes. "There should be
some vodka and OJ in the minibar, why don't I go get
some ice and give you too a few minutes to get
comfortable." He took a room card from Leslie and
stepped out.
As soon as he was gone she stepped up to Antwan and they
began to kiss. "You're making me so fucking hot."
"Martin didn't lie. You're a fucking wet dream."
"You like fucking white girls?" She began rubbing his
cock through his pants.
"When they look like you I do."
"Ever fucked a married woman?"
"Not with her husband knowing. I guess there's a first
time for everything." He moved forward, pushing her down
onto the bed.
***
Derek returned to the room door, and heard muffled moans
on the other side. He slipped in as quietly as possible,
finding Leslie on her back with Antwan off to one side.
Their lips were locked together and the contrast of
their faces was vividly erotic. He had pushed her skirt
up over her hips and was working his fingers over her
panties.
She was arching her hips up to meet him. They hardly
seemed to notice him as he sat in a chair near the foot
of the bed. He could see they were taking their time,
letting the pleasure build. He could tell they were
going to be at this for a while and he intended to enjoy
watching every minute.
Leslie was already nearing her first orgasm. She had
been horny all day, thinking of what was going to happen
tonight, and had been wet the entire ride over with
Antwan. He had entered her with one finger and was now
probing her slick pussy with a second, finding just the
right place to apply pressure. She unbuttoned her
blouse, leaving her large breasts barely contained in
her black lace bra.
Antwan pushed the cups down, freeing her erect nipples.
He began to flick his tongue gently against her breasts
while continuing to probe her with his hands. He brought
her to the edge of orgasm, and then backed off leaving
her flushed and trembling. He moved slowly for a minute,
and then began pushing her back to the edge. He
continued this way several times, bringing her to the
edge and then backing off. Just when she thought she was
going to explode, Antwan moved down between her legs and
pushed her thong to the side.
He entered her with his tongue, backing out to gently
flick her clit from time to time. She screamed out as an
intense orgasm racked her body. "Holy fuck, oh my god,
oh fuck!" She bit down on her lower lip and could only
moan "mmmmmmm" as he continued prolong her orgasm with
his tongue. At last he backed away and her ass fell back
to the bed.
She laid there recovering, her heart beat slowly going
to normal, and watched as Antwan stood and began to
disrobe. He removed his shirt revealing a muscular chest
and toned abs, and then removed his pants. His massive
cock was tenting his underwear to an almost comical
degree. She sat up and spun around in the bed, dropping
her legs off the edge to face him. She pulled his
underwear down and his cock nearly sprung out into her
face. She nearly gasped. "Oh my god."
Antwan was nearly as long as Martin, 10 inches at least,
but was far thicker. She took him in her hand and her
fingers barely went halfway around. If she hadn't
already fucked Martin she thought she would have
panicked at the thought of having this inside her. She
began to stroke him, and all she could think of now was
all the places Martin had touched with his cock, and
wonder how many more pleasures this larger one was to
bring. She wondered what Derek must be thinking,
watching as she was facing another huge black cock. She
looked over to him "Want to see me such this big dick
baby?"
"Suck him good baby, show him what a good little slut
you are." Derek was rock hard. He had never seen her
come so hard before, and they were just getting started.
She looked so hot sitting there, her lingerie pulled
halfway off, and holding a giant dick in her hand.
She leaned in and started licking the tip, covering his
head with saliva. "Is this what you want to see?"
"I think you can do better than that."
She began to take Antwan deep into her mouth, soon
feeling him pressing against the back of her throat. She
backed off and deep throated him again, not quite making
it all the way before getting stuck. He was just too
thick to take the whole thing. She continued to give him
head, pausing occasionally to lick up and down his shaft
and his balls. ]
Antwan reached down her back and unsnapped her bra, and
she let it fall from her shoulders letting her firm D
cup breasts fall free at last. She was dimly aware of
him telling her how hot she was as he began to fondle
her tits, but she was entirely focused on the cock in
her mouth. Finally she pulled free, "Fuck me, I want you
inside me."
"My pleasure."
She reached into her purse on the nightstand and took
out a condom. She rolled it down Antwan?s dick with her
mouth, giving him one last deep throat. He picked her up
and laid her on her back on the bed, moving himself into
position over her. Her legs fell apart, and soon she
felt his dick pressing into her flesh. She began to
moan, and he covered her mouth with his, kissing her
deeply as he continued to press slowly into her.
There was a moment of sharp pain as his head entered
her, and she would have cried out were it not for his
tongue in mouth. She pushed against his firm abdomen
with her hands, giving herself some time to accommodate
him. She felt herself relax, and dropped her hands
allowing him to push deeper into her. He was soon
fucking her in deep slow strokes, stretching her so wide
that her clit was riding against the ridge of his penis
with every thrust. She was now nearly screaming out a
series of little yelps as he began to pick up his pace.
From his vantage at the foot of the bed Derek could
clearly see as Antwan entered his wife. As he began to
thrust back and forth he could see her pussy lips
stretching out around his cock every time he pulled
back. He balls were once again sore from watching all
the action, needing release. 'Fuck it.' he thought, and
unzipped his pants and began to masturbate as he watched
his wife becoming a black cock whore, probably for good
this time.
Antwan suddenly grabbed Leslie under the arms and pulled
her up into his lap, still fully impaled on his cock. He
shifted to the edge of the bed and stood up, moving his
arms under her thighs and effortlessly lifting her from
the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and soon
he was bouncing her up and down on his cock, fucking her
wildly in mid air.
Gravity caused her to fall back down deeper on his cock
from this position, and every stroke sent electricity
through her pelvis. She looked over his shoulder and saw
Derek, sitting at the foot of the bed with his penis in
his hand, stroking in time with her. They made eye
contact and this sent her over the edge.
Soon she felt another orgasm overtake her, and bit down
on Antwan's shoulders to stifle another scream. He
flinched slightly from the pain, but he never lost pace
as he continued to drive his cock deep inside her. As
her orgasm subsided, Antwan lifted her off his cock and
sat her on the floor, gently but firmly pushing her down
on her knees.
"I want to cum on that pretty face of yours. Make me
cum."
She pulled off the condom and took him in her mouth once
again. It was not long before she felt him tense up. He
pulled his cock free, and soon she felt spurt after
spurt of hot sperm shooting onto her face and chest. She
opened her mouth and soon felt two salty loads land on
her tongue. She realized this was the first time she had
ever tasted cum as she rolled it around on her tongue,
savoring this new sensation. When Antwan had finished
she swallowed and walked over to Derek on her knees, cum
running down her face and tits. "Enjoy the show baby?"
"This should tell you." He said, motioning towards his
throbbing dick. He was about to pop, and had barely
touched his dick for the last five minutes, knowing the
slightest stimulus would cause him to lose it. Just the
sight of his cum covered wife was almost enough to make
him shoot his load.
Leslie took him in her mouth, only needing a few strokes
before she felt another hot load of cum against the back
of her throat. She swallowed every drop as he came,
finally feeling him go limp in her mouth.
***
As the night wore on, Leslie and Antwan fucked two more
times, the last while Derek, already spent, dozed on the
couch in the next room. Leslie's pussy had become so
sore by the third time that she had to finish Antwan off
with a long blowjob, swallowing her third load of the
evening. Exhausted, they collapsed on the bed together.
Her hair was a sticky mess and the bed reeked of
perfume, sweat, and jizz, but she soon fell asleep in
Antwan's arms.
She dreamed of Martin, and of the video she had seen
earlier of the blonde fucking a group of black men. Only
in her dream it was her in the middle of a ring of black
dicks.
To be continued?
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