It’s Party Night

Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll

I told my husband, I was going with my boyfriend to a party. He asked if he could tag along with us and I told him “No, this is a different type of part and you’d be the only white husband there”.

“What kind of a party is it”, you asked?

“It’s called a big black cock party sweetie, and is between 4 and 8 men bringing their white girlfriends, to have some drinks, watch a video or two, hang out and have some sex of course, hence the big black cock party”.

“Will you just fuck Leon or other dudes”?

“I don’t know, this is only my third big black cock party, they like to watch the wives, get naked and play, while the guys are watching the women play and doing some coke”. That seems to be the ice breaker and then, the guys playing with the women, sort of mix and match”.

Leon laughed in the car after picking up Ellen, they smoked a joint on the way to the party and his hand roamed up and down her silky black thi high’s.

“I want to see you eating that redhead’s peach”, “what’s her name Kayla or Carla, she’s almost as fine as you, get her off with your tongue, then hang close while I bang her”.

The hem of your black dress riding up as Leaon parks the car, past the stocking tops, bare flesh, “Pull your panties aside Ell”, “Let Daddy have a taste of your sweet honey pot”. “oh so sweet, best nectar I have ever tasted”.

Leon had a plan, mix, mingle, drink, do another joint or some Coke, get all relaxed and have some fun”. He stopped to take a picture, which I sent to hubby.

Kayla was in a burgundy dress, 2 spaghetti straps and bare shoulders and slit up to her cooch, I knew from a past party, she loved her neck kissed and when Leon signaled, she was my target, I’d start at her throat and work down to the her tits.

We were all wearing our wedding set a diamond ring and wedding band. At my neck on an expensive gold chain, I wore a diamond speckled, Black Queen of Spades, a gift from Leon.

I felt as good as I looked and was ready for my pussy appetizer and as many of those BBC, that wanted to fill the split between my legs. I looked at Carl, the tall man in the picture with Roz, the blond in the silver sheath dress with Carl’s hand on her hip. I recall him taking a ride on the El train as he called me, at the last party. I was ready for that ride for sure.

If Leon had his heart set on Miss red pussy hair, I’d warm her up, just to watch him pork her. This girl is gonna get well eaten and used tonight as I leaned over the coffee table and did 2-lines of Colombian.

It’s Party Time!

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