Michael and his wife Jordan

We look over at the door and see an ebony couple looking in at us from the doorway. A smile on both of their faces.

"Answer the door while I get dressed," Lisa says before running full blast up the stairs, her face red from embarrassment. I laugh to myself and adjust my robe while I make my way over to the door.

"Hi, sorry for interrupting. We just wanted to come over and introduce ourselves. I'm Michael, and this is my wife, Jordan." The man says as I open the door. He is about six and a half feet, dark-skinned with short hair. His wife was also tall, probably six foot two or so. She has long black hair with red highlights, a light complexion, and small tits but an ass to die for. My thoughts quickly go to leaning her over a table and fucking her hard before my thoughts are interrupted. "And you are?" I shake my head and extend my hand to shake with him.

"Sorry, my name is Steve, and the half-naked woman that broke the sound barrier up the stairs is my wife, Lisa," I reply with a laugh. "Would you like to come in?" I ask the couple. They both nod their heads, and we all make our way to the living room. We make idle conversation for a while until I hear Jordan gasp.

"Steve, you may want to fix that," Jordan giggles while pointing at my now visible cock.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry," I stammer out while covering myself back up.

"Don't worry about it," Michael replies.

"So, what have I missed?" I hear from the stairway. I look over and see what Lisa is wearing, and my jaw drops to the floor again.