A Private Party...and More

It start was 9:30; the private party was start in just 30 minutes. As we left the restaurant and walked through the parking lot to our car, I noticed a man bent over the engine of his car, the hood up. On looking closer it was our waiter.

“Need some help?” I volunteered.

“It’s dead,” he said, “The battery is gone. I guess I’ll have to pass on that private party I told you about.”

My wife Jessica was quick to offer, “He can ride with us, can’t he?” she said to me as a statement rather than a question.

Sure he could. We soon learned his name was Carlos and that he had a job as a “guide” at this private party but wasn’t specific about what a “guide” did.

Jessica had never showed any interest in black men or fulfilling any fantasies with black men but tonight seemed to be an exception. She fawned all over Carlos as we got in our car, making sure he knew she was braless. He was obviously impressed with her tits; he had fondled them in the restaurant cleaning up spilled wine and now stared right at them and smiled.

I was driving; Jessica and our new friend Carlos were in the back. They were chatting amiably, then, from out of nowhere my wife said, "Honey, I know you won’t mind, but I'm going to give Carlos a kiss."

She didn't wait for my answer, but turned to kiss her new black friend. I could see her tongue disappear into his mouth, and the kiss seemed to last forever. Then I became aware that Jessica's right hand was between his legs, searching for his big cock. Her left hand was around his neck as they continued to kiss hotly right in front of me. I was aroused knowing she was looking for some extra fun tonight.

I drove to the private party, watching the road with one eye, the other on the rear view mirror so I could see the back seat. Carlos' hands started feeling Jessica’s mammoth tits, and I heard her moaning with lust.

"Oh gawd," Jessica said breathlessly, "I've got to have more of this!"

I heard a zipper open, and Jessica saying, "It's even bigger than I had hoped for!"

I took a quick look for myself, and saw Carlos' big black cock, which had to be at least eight inches long, and very thick. And then, without hesitation, my hot wife lowered her head and engulfed that huge dick in her mouth, sucking it like a seasoned whore.

I pulled over to the side of the road, took out my own cock and played with it as I gazed at my wife's head bobbing up and down in the rear view mirror, up and down on that big black pole.

Jessica lifted her mouth from Carlos' cock. “Shoot your cum down my throat, you stud. God, I love your black cock, and I want your cum in my mouth so I can taste it!"

Carlos did just that. My wife sucked his cock wildly, trying to swallow it all, but he had too much seed for her, and his huge cock kept pumping cum into her mouth until it spilled out the sides. The whole scene was too much for me, and I shot my load all over the dashboard of our car.

When we all recovered, I started driving again and Carlos guided me to 17 Lancaster Street, the site of the party. By the time we arrived, everyone had put themselves together. We pulled up in front of a rather expensive home, set back off the street, and a valet parked our car. Jessica, Carlos and I went to the front door, knocked and gave the pass code.

The foyer was dark and eerily quiet. When my eyes adjusted Carlos had slipped away, leaving us alone. We stood there for a few minutes wondering what to do when a tall black woman approached. Her Afro hairstyle and stiletto heels made her seem seven feet tall.

“You’re Dave,” she said to me, “And you’re Jessica,” she nodded to me wife. “I am Kayla”, she said to me. “Dave, I am to be your guide for tonight.” She stood in front of me and placed my hands on her slim waist. Leaning to me, she kissed me passionately. I kissed her back.

“Are you sure you want to attend our little soiree?” she asked. “If you do, be advised there are no limits.”

Jessica and I both said yes at the same time. Kayla took me by the hand and led me through a doorway. I looked over my shoulder to see Carlos and a second black man walk up to Jessica. She had her guide also. Two apparently.