Lisa's pussy

I looked across to where Klyde was seated before me, wondering what the problem might be. My concern didn't keep me from cornholing his wife, who was still on her knees before me. She had stopped tonguing my wife's box to look up at him as well.

"I think what Lisa really wanted to feel was this black cock up her pussy. That right, Lise?" he asked, petting her brunette locks as she lay in his lap with her face stuffed with his foot long cock.

I held back a smirk as I watched my lovely wife nod to him, her features distorted as she continued to try to deepthroat his big dick.

"Well, you better pull that hot mouth off it, before I drown you in cum!" Klyde chuckled.

My backdoor dicking had slowed enough for Bonita to find the composure to offer her own suggestion.

"It'll really fill you up if you sit on his lap, facing us, Lisa," the ebon beauty informed her as Lisa got to her feet and turned her back to the seated Klyde.

I watched as my wife grabbed my new neighbor's dick. I could see it was dripping with her saliva as she aimed it at the opening to her newly cleansed pussy. Lisa still had her cutoff's crotch askew as she brought the shiny, dark cockhead between the pooched lips of her tiny cunny.

I watched as my wife's eyes rolled back in her head as she was filled to the hilt by the black man's cock. I couldn't help but buttfuck the man's wife with renewed urgency as we both watched him drive his ass off the loveseat's cushion to pound my Lisa's pussy repeatedly.

"I'm glad we met you two, Bonnie!" I purred into the black lovely's ear as I dipped forward over her back.

"Likewise, Stevie!" Bonita giggled over her shoulder as she pulled my hands around her torso and settled them on her high round titties. I took the hint and pulled up the clingy croptop to fondle the small globes, pinching the dark chocolate nipples between my fingers.

Klyde gave us a big, lopsided grin when he looked at my busy hands. Not to be out done, he pulled my wife back against his chest and slid his big hands up her lean torso, slipping them under the ragged tank top and pushing it up and out of the way. He, too, kneaded the small scoops of titflesh before him, until my wife began to writhe in ecstacy on his lap.

I felt Bonita wiggle her way forward on her hands and knees until she was between her husband's spread legs. I eagerly plowed away behind her, stuck inside her ass like a dog in heat. Once there, she reached up and pulled my climaxing wife to her.

Both Klyde and I were surprised and delighted to see our women in a torrid liplock as we fucked them at either end.

The additional stimulation was just too much. Klyde and I climaxed inside our exchanged wives simultaneously. I could see the overflow of the black man's passion squishing out my wife's pussy, around the base of his cock. Looking down, the same could be seen at Bonnie's rear entrance. My jizz just was **** out like white glue where my cockshaft met her round cheeks.

This jizzstorm only caused our women to climax again. I thought they were going to eat each other alive, the way they went for each other's necks with their leeching mouths. Finally, they just rolled onto the thick carpet, pulling free from our spent cocks and falling in a heap, giggling girlishly.

Minutes later, we tried to pull ourselves together and sit back and sip our cold tea and recuperate. My wife managed to mutter the first words to Bonnie.

"You know that was my first time with some dark meat," she said, rubbing Klyde's chest fondly. "Was that your first white..meat, Bon?"

Bonita Robinson looked to blush slightly. "Well, before we moved in to the cul-de-sac I had been with only black men.."

I was going to pursue that line of questioning, but Lisa seemed to go off on another tangent. "Have you two been to the neighborhood barbeque yet?" she asked.

"Oh, yes. We were to the first of the season just after we moved in. I take it Tom and Jeri have invited you to tomorrow's?" Klyde asked.

"Mmm.. yes," I answered, noticing a gleam in Klyde's eyes.

"It's really quite the affair," purred his wife to me salaciously.

"Uh, yes, well.." Klyde stammered, looking to change the subject. "Now, where did you want those curtains hung, Lisa?" he asked, getting the talk back to the original job at hand.