A Dream Come True

The following day, Bridget and Lewis went to Elizabeth and Antoine's seaside estate. Antoine made a delicious meal of fish and shrimp, something Southern to appease the American tastebuds of Bridget and Lewis. And then, Elizabeth fixed Lewis a stiff cocktail, and then went and knelt with Bridget before Antoine.

Elizabeth took the lead, unbuttoning Antoine's pants, rubbing him through his boxers, getting that beautiful eleven-inch cock stiff. The younger blonde watched it, her eyes boring a hole through his underwear, until she was rubbing her nose against Antoine's balls.

It was only then that Elizabeth undid Antoine's boxers, tugging out that huge uncut cock. Bridget's jaw dropped.

"You weren't lying," Bridget gushed. "Jesus, it's bigger than in the videos."

Elizabeth sucked it first, dragging her soft lips up and down Antoine's cock, making him growl in pleasure. Then she offered the fuckstick to Bridget. For all her confidence with Lewis, she suddenly felt out of her depth.

"Make friends with it," Elizabeth whispered. "It won't bite. This is going to be the best dick you're ever going to fuck, so enjoy it."

Elizabeth got up and walked over to Lewis. The white man was wrestling with angst and confusion and arousal, Elizabeth could see.

"Black men are the best," she whispered, looking down at Lewis's stiff small cock. "But she loves you. She'll go home with you. She'll give you the best she has. But you'll have to let her get the best she can get too. It's a partnership, sweetie."

"But ... you're with a Black man," Lewis said, the presence of the busty brunette beside him making him even harder.

"I am ... because my ex-husband wanted that. Needed that. And I needed Antoine, to be sure. But I could have had both, the best of both worlds."

They watched wordlessly as Antoine mounted Bridget. He only got half his cock into her pussy before she was whining and protesting. And then he paused there, Elizabeth and Lewis watching his huge cock, half buried in her pussy. And then they saw Antoine kiss Bridget, his big tongue probing her mouth, and Bridget moaning, accepting the kiss, wanting more.

"Oh fuck," Lewis said, watching the kiss, that intimacy setting him off more than watching his wife blow Antoine. He came hard, drenching his tropical shirt in his own seed.

"Just watch," Elizabeth said. As they made out, Bridget's legs splayed wider, and her heels wrapped around Antoine's ass, and she coaxed the bull deeper, until his balls were resting on her asshole. By the time they started making love, Lewis was hard again.