From the end of July through the end of November, we took a break from our sexual adventures. From the time that we first started swinging, the Summer/Fall of 09 was the longest stretch of time that passed between kinky encounters. It wasn’t, however, an intentional step away from the lifestyle for us. We simply had a whole lot of family and work issues to deal with at that time that prevented us from focusing on anything else. By the end of November, we were out of our minds with horniness and mutual sexual frustration. We never lost the desire to continue pushing our marital boundaries during our down time, but early Winter was our first opportunity to act on our desires since meeting Rashad for the first time.
Finally, a weekend opened up for us to rent a suite downtown and plan a sexual retreat. We finally got Marty back on the line and committed to meeting up again. As if that wasn’t enough for Miss Landa, I called Rashad too and planned on getting the two of them together with her. This was the first time that she would have the attention of two cocks at once, where one of them wasn’t mine. The anticipation of this particular Saturday night was extraordinarily exciting for both of us. We checked into our hotel first, so that Landa could get herself ready to hit the club with her boys. She surprised me with a new, black, mini-skirt (I absolutely love ultra short mini-skirts) and a sexy, lacey, spaghetti strapped top, along with her black, knee-high, hooker boots. Mini-skirts and hooker boots together are God’s gift to guys like me, especially when clad by a woman with legs as long, lean, and perfect as my hotwife’s. She tried her skirt on for me and it looked hot, but it wasn’t quite short enough for a night like that night. She had a pair of scissors in her bag that she used to cut a few inches of her brand new skirt with. By the time she had finished the alteration, I had a hard-on from the thought of her in a public, vanilla club in such sexy attire.
We met Rashad first at the small gay bar across the street from the club that we were headed to originally. He was there with a couple of girlfriends of his, shooting pool and drinking. One of his friends was his roommate and happened to be pretty cute. He told us that she had once been in a swinging relationship with an old boyfriend and she used to have a real taste for pussy. We told him to invite her along, but she declined saying that she ‘was trying to be a good girl’ for once. Her loss. So we had a few shots and caught a good buzz, before walking across the street to the big dance club, where we met up with Marty. He was his usual charismatic self, but seemed a little put off by Rashad’s presence. So I bought a round of drinks to loosen everyone up and the two of them were getting along in short order. Rashad took Landa out on the dance floor first and got several nice handfuls of her ass, while she was moving sexily in front of him. Marty took her for a spin next and had his way with her ass as well. I sneaked a few phone pictures of them dancing, then bought another round. By the time I returned from the crowded bar, Landa was nowhere to be found. Marty pointed back out to the dance floor, where I saw her grinding with some strange woman. I watched from a distance as the two women admired each other’s shaking bodies amid a sea of people. This new girl, however, was dressed like a dyke in baggy jeans and a loose denim shirt. She was mid to late 30’s and had a decent face surrounded by long, brown hair. After one song, they returned back to our standing table and Landa introduced her to me. She told me that the woman was there with her husband and that the girls really liked each other. She asked me privately if I minded whether she came back to the hotel room with us and I told her that of course I didn’t. The woman eventually asked her husband whether he would let her have some fun with my wife later that night, but he was pretty adamantly against it apparently. So I closed out my tab and the four of us headed for the door.
At some point as we were parading through the crowd, we lost Marty, who had stopped to say hi to someone he knew. Rashad, Landa, and I found ourselves outside of the main entrance on the sidewalk, next to a woman who was smoking a cigarette. She immediately began talking to us, asking if we had seen a purse inside. We said no and continued looking for Marty. The woman continued on about her missing purse and about how the bouncers wouldn’t let her back in to look for it. She asked if I would go in and look for it. My instinct was to tell her to get fucked, find Marty, and catch a cab, but Landa answered for me before I could respond, “Yeah sure, he has to go back in anyway to find my other boyfriend!” I rolled my eyes and begrudgingly agreed to scout around for this stranger’s purse, which I was certain didn’t exist (or at least not inside those 4 walls). Before heading back in, I stopped one of the bouncers and asked about this woman and her purse. He told me that she had been kicked out of the club not long before we met her and that they already had people looking for it. I then asked why she was kicked out, only because I was assuming that Landa would try to take her back to the hotel, just as she had with the other two women earlier and I figured that his response might offer some quick insight into what kind of woman we may be dealing with. Was it drugs? Theft? No, she was booted from the club for allegedly grabbing the balls of one of the gay male go-go dancers that the club employs. Well at least I know she’s horny. So I found Marty and told him about this chick outside. He found the purse under a table and presented it to her with the one condition – that she join our foursome at the hotel. Landa explained the situation and convinced the woman to come with us. It was much easier than I anticipated, but in hindsight I realize how drunk she was. Landa and Rashad were also especially drunk too, while Marty and I were relatively sober. So that was that. The five of us hailed a mini-van taxi and piled in, destination: hotel orgy.
The girls quickly got comfortable on the king sized bed, while I set up my cameras. The woman told us that she had a boyfriend, who would most certainly wonder where she was. Landa shut her up with a tongue down her throat and a hand to her breast. The woman quickly regained her voice, however, and started asking who the two black guys were and why I let them fuck my wife. I made some witty remark and began undressing myself. She then mentioned that she didn’t want to have sex with the black guys, only with my wife and I. Again, Landa shut her up by making out with and undressing her. Landa spread her own legs, inviting the woman (whose name was Sherry) to take a taste. She warmed up quickly at this point and began eating my wife out like a pro. This wasn’t the first time she had been with a woman, it was clear. Watching my wife roll around naked with another woman was an entirely new kind of arousal for me. It wasn’t better or worse, just different. I personally wasn’t attracted to this chick at all, but the sight of Landa’s beautiful face buried in her pussy was enough to get me cumming for weeks. If I could find a woman that I actually found to be sexually appealing to hump my hotwife, my brain (and cock) would probably go into complete overload. Anyway, it was going along pretty smoothly for awhile and I was getting some great footage. Landa beckoned Marty to the bed and Rashad was quick to follow. Marty took his cock from his jeans and Landa swallowed it up in an instant, while he was slapping her ass. Rashad laid down next to Sherry and coaxed her into taking his dick between her lips. Four bodies twisted up naked, two cocks in two mouths, black on white… it was gorgeous to watch.
After each of the guys got their dicks wet, they rolled the girls back together. Landa was up on all fours with her ass in the air for the other woman to bury her face in. Rashad stroked himself while Marty pulled Landa’s asscheeks apart, making more room for Sherry’s tongue to explore. Next, Landa ended up on top, eating pussy for the first time in years (since before I knew her). She was delicate at first, but quickly became more aggressive, turning us all on even more. They tossed and turned several times, exchanging oral for oral over and over, until Sherry insisted on getting some cock. Landa hopped up to make a drink while Marty and Rashad took laid down next to each other on the bed, so that the other chick could suck them off. She sucked on each dick for a short time, then began rambling on again about who they were and why they were there. She quickly lost her composure and didn’t really stop talking until the end of the night from that point on. Landa mounted the woman’s face while standing above her, forcing her mouth to her pussy. She grinded her pussy juice all over her face for a minute, then asked for the dildo. Sherry was now asking for cock again, so Landa was going to give it to her. She fucked her gently with the giant black dildo at first, but Sherry seemed unfazed. So Landa picked up the pace with which she was fucking the stranger and really started working her over good with the sex toy. Finally the woman was reacting to her advances and let out a moan or two. Landa then rolled her onto her stomach and mounted her ass with dildo in hand. She began grinding her pussy on this woman’s ass, while fucking her hard with the dildo. That was enough to get me standing at the edge of the bed with my cock in my hand. Landa reached over to me while still humping her ass and sucked my dick. I was ready to cum though, so I only let her give me head for a few seconds before pulling away. I handed Marty the camera and stepped into the small living room through the bedroom door to collect myself. I sat just out of sight from them, but in a spot where I could still see the action in the other room. The woman had somehow made her way behind Landa and was eating her out, while Landa laid on her stomach. As soon as Landa realized that I was out of the room, she motioned for Marty to come back to the bed. For the first time of the night, I felt like a cuckold and it was overwhelmingly arousing. The look in Landa’s eyes as she took Marty’s black cock in her mouth was one of intense desire and pleasure. It was a look that I hadn’t seen since the last time they had fucked. She sucked him slowly and sensually and didn’t seem to notice the woman who had her fingers and mouth working her clit. Marty rolled my wife to her back and flopped his dick across her face with his balls resting on his forehead. He posed her that way for a quick photo, then left his cock draped over her nose while he reviewed the pic he had just taken. He gave a big smile then dropped his cock back into her mouth, riding her head that was lying beneath him. I was in the other room wildly jerking off almost ready to cum again, when Rashad blocked my view by joining the bunch on the bed. He mounted the other woman missionary style and began fucking her slowly, while Landa continued sucking on Marty. I walked back into the bedroom to get a better look and found Marty finger banging Landa while she still had his dick hanging in her mouth. Once she noticed me, she eased up a bit, then slowly worked herself out of the bed, leaving the two guys to fill the other woman’s mouth and pussy for awhile. Landa approached me, asking if she could suck my dick. I felt like she was catering to me though and was afraid that I was feeling jealous or uncomfortable with how Marty was using her. Little did she know that it was the highlight of my night! Anyway, I assured her that I was doing quite well and that I’d rather she find a black cock to suck on instead of mine that very moment. So she immediately pulled Marty off of Sherry’s face and sat him down in a chair next to the bed. She kneeled between his legs and gave him what looked like a fantastic blowjob. She was losing a lot of saliva down his shaft and was gagging regularly. It was impressive and erotic to watch, so much so that I quickly changed my mind about the offer she had given to me just minutes before. I was definitely ready to cum, but for some reason I couldn’t keep it to myself this time. Looking back, I wish that I would have done what I did the first time she fucked Rashad and let them be while I came in my own hand. But after a couple of more drinks that night, I didn’t contain nearly the same self control that I had months previously. So I regretfully pulled her from Marty’s cock and forced my own cock down her throat. I fucked her face for a few seconds, then bent her over the bed to fuck her from behind. Rashad was still fucking the other woman inches away from Landa’s face, as I pounded her pussy from the rear. Marty, looking a little lost for a moment, picked the camera back up and snapped a few shots of the four of us fucking. I came quickly and with great force inside of my wife, then grabbed another glass of scotch.
Landa then crawled up the bed and back on top of the other woman. Rashad had stumbled away from her very drunk to take a seat next to the window, so Landa picked up where he left off. The girls made out with each other, ate each other out, and fucked each other with the dildo again. Watching this strange woman eat my cum out of my wife’s swollen pussy was enough to get me hard for another time. I slowly made my way back to the bed with my 2nd boner of the night. Landa watched me stroke for a minute as Sherry had her head buried in her pussy. Landa then pulled her up on top of her and asked this stranger to suck MY cock. I was shocked, but didn’t hesitate to plunge my dick into her waiting mouth. While not nearly the best head I had ever received, it was stunning to witness a woman other than my wife with her lips wrapped around my dick (and with my wife right underneath her while she was doing it!). Later, Landa would confess to me that being able to direct another woman onto my dick was very arousing to her, but that the general idea was a turn off and that I shouldn’t get used to it. Anyway, I fucked this woman’s mouth for less than a minute before pulling away from her loose lips, realizing that I wasn’t going to cum for a 2nd time that night, mainly due to my own exhaustion and intoxication. Landa followed me out of the room, where we washed up in the spare bathroom together quickly. We came back into the bedroom to find Rashad half asleep on the window ledge, but amazingly still holding a raging hard-on in his hand. Marty was cumming into the mouth of the other woman, while laying on his back on the bed. Landa decided that she’d try to awaken Rashad from his drunken stupor by surprising him with a mouth on his inviting dick. Unfortunately, he was too drunk to notice that she was giving him a sloppy, wet blowjob and continued dozing off. Landa hysterically fell onto the floor, laughing at Rashad’s drunkenness, while Sherry continued her idiotic ramblings with a face full of drying jizz. The night had come to an abrupt end again and it was time to clear these people out.
I shook Rashad to his feet and he was able to stumble into his clothes. Marty hopped up with half a grin, sober and ready to shower off. Rashad made his way out the door, mumbling incoherently, and Marty was only a couple of minutes behind. The other woman, however, was passed out cold on the one and only bed in our suite. Landa and I scratched our heads for a minute, then decided that we needed to wake her up fast. She wouldn’t budge. She wouldn’t make a sound. I was afraid for the worst at one point. Then finally after sitting on top of her and violently shaking her and yelling at the top of my lungs, she opened her eyes and told me that she wasn’t going anywhere. She closed her eyes again and tried pulling the covers up. Landa was again laughing hysterically, but this time at me. I put the rest of my clothes on and headed to the door. I told Landa that I was going to ask for the hotel security staff to lend me a hand, but that I wasn’t sure how the hell I was going to explain the problem. She wished me luck and promised to try to get her up and dressed, since she was laying in the bed ass naked, but Landa would have as bad of luck as I did. I found the elevators and pressed the down button. One of the several elevator’s doors opened immediately and Rashad stepped through them. He walked right passed me, so I asked him what he had forgotten. He looked up in a daze and didn’t say a word while just standing there with a blank look on his face. I realized that he hadn’t forgotten anything and that he had been standing in that elevator for probably 10 or 15 minutes, waiting for it to reach the lobby. I asked him if he pressed the button in the elevator and he belted out a drunken Pee Wee Herman laugh (his actual laugh) and told me that he thought he had been on that elevator ride for a long time. In hindsight, this is ridiculously hilarious to me. At the time, I was far too irritated with all of them to find any humor in it. I walked him back into the elevator and delivered him onto the sidewalk, where he would catch a ride home. I then found two security guards and explained that there was a woman in my room that I needed help getting out. They only asked if she was listed as a guest with the front desk and I told them that she wasn’t. They spoke to a supervisor then followed me upstairs, where I told them that she was extremely drunk and that she was refusing to leave. They offered to call the police, but I told them that I preferred that the police weren’t involved. So they agreed to try their best without breaking any laws. After many minutes of yelling, clapping, commanding, and shaking, the two young security guards finally got this chick to stand up on her own and put her clothes on. They were both trying very hard not to laugh, but it was obvious that this wasn’t standard procedure for them. At that moment, her cell phone rang, so Landa answered it. It was a friend of Sherry’s that was looking for her (at around 4AM), so Landa explained that she was extremely drunk and at this particular hotel downtown. The friend didn’t seem too awfully surprised and agreed to pick her up right away. This allowed us not to feel too bad for having her escorted from our room by hotel security. Anyway, she put her shirt on first, then her jeans, and then her panties. That’s not a typo. She put her panties on over the outside of her jeans, despite all four of us crying for her not to. She belligerently insisted that she wanted to wear her panties on the outside of her jeans to walk out into the hotel in. The guards followed her out of the room and out of our story. Another wild night was behind us and we had become 99% convinced that women weren’t a necessary addition to our sex life after all, at least not for a long time.
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