Neither Deacon, Doug, Richie, Spence nor Danny noticed the front doorbell ring because the NY Jets were about to score on the Miami Dolphins.
The winner of the game goes to the playoffs and none of the guys were paying much attention to the front door until Carrie walked in from the kitchen.
"Can't you get your lazy ass up to answer the fucking door, Doug?" Carrie scolded her cuckold husband after hearing the doorbell ring a second time.
The tone of her voice somewhat shocked the guys, as they listened to the wife of one of their best friends berate him like that, "Sorry, Car."
Welcoming the Barones into their house, Carrie gave Debra a big hug, while Ray just said hi while brushing past her to join the boys on the couch. The Barones were the last to arrive for the game, and were not on Deacon's party list, but Carrie wanted to do something special for her bull, and secretly invited Mrs. Barone for his pleasure.
This little 'football' party was planned by the girls, Debra and Carrie, not by the guys......at Deacon's request......belay that......at Deacon's command.
Now that he was enjoying total control over Mrs. Heffernan's sexual activities, one of his earliest fantasies, even before he knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, was that of watching Carrie do all of Doug's friends together at one time. Now, this fantasy was about to become a reality, and came, unknown to him, with an extremely delicious added bonus.
Debra Barone.
Deacon wanted Carrie to plan the party/orgy so he could realize his original fantasy of watching her with his and Doug's friends and even gave her the list of who to invite and told her to use the football game as an excuse for getting everybody together.
"But they're all white!" Carrie cried.
"Yeah? So?"
"They all have tiny little peckers! Tiny little WHITE peckers." Mrs. Heffernan complained.
"You don't know that they all have tiny peckers, but I got one question for you Carrie."
"What's that, Deac?"
"Are you, or are you not, my whore?"
"Yes, lover, you know I am. You know I'll always be your whore and you know I'll do whatever you tell me to do, but, c'mon, these guys all have tiny, little white dicks. I thought you wanted to use me as your black cock whore," she was practically begging.
"Listen Carrie, you need to understand one thing. I'm your bull, and you're my whore, period. You'll do whomever, or WHATever, I tell you to do. Got it?"
"Yeah, I know you are Deac, and I love that, I really do, but white guys, really?"
"Okay, let me put this another way. If you ever question me again, about ANYthing......it's over. Gone, kaput, just like that. I'll take my black cock and you'll never see it again. Then if you want black cock, you're gonna hafta find it yourself, or send that cuckold husband of yours out to get it for you. Understand?
"Now, I'm going to ask you one more time, and ONLY one more time, Mrs. Carrie Heffernan, ARE YOU MY WHORE?"
"Yes, Deac, I AM YOUR WHORE!" Mrs. Heffernan boasted proudly.
Coming to the realization that she was actually happy being Deacon's married white whore, Carrie went about inviting everybody on his list to the football party plus one who wasn't. Debra Barone.
The Jets were having a good year, and Deacon was pleased to see everyone show up for the surprise orgy, until Ray Barone walked in......with his wife.
What the fuck, he thought to himself not expecting Ray to bring Debra, and then caught Carrie winking at him when he looked in her direction and knew that she was up to something. Especially when that wicked smile of hers crossed her lips and she blew him a kiss.
Carrie decided when Deacon first told her he wanted her to do this party, that she would get Debra involved since Ray was on the list. Carrie remembered that Doug told her he initially got the idea for her to be his hotwife from Ray anyhow, so she pretty much expected that Debra would be okay with helping her out with the party. Besides, she had a ton of questions for her good friend Debra.
When Ray quickly joined the boys watching the game, Spence watched as Carrie grabbed Debra's arm and led her upstairs to the Heffernan's bedroom so she could see what Debra had brought with her in the little overnight bag she was carrying. Debra opened up the bag on Carrie and Doug's bed to reveal a sexy little red lingerie outfit. It was a frilly one-piece number that would support Debra's 'girls' up top, and then connected to the skimpy bottom with just a slim piece of material in the front.
Spence wasn't really into football, but he was a big lurker, and whenever Carrie was involved in something, he liked being around her. She was the sexiest thing on earth, and he never passed up the chance to be near her when he could, so, for some strange reason only he knows, he came to the party commando.
"You really are a nasty little slut, aren't you Debra?" Carrie questioned her good friend.
With a sexy look coming over her face, Debra replied, "You don't know the half of it, girlfriend," while pulling her outfit out of the bag and holding it in front of her.
"Oh, well, maybe not everything, but Doug's told me a little about some of things Ray told him about your sex life that's been nagging me, and I've wanted to talk to you about it."
"RAY told Doug about our sex life? That son-of-a-bitch! That little fucking cuck will pay for that! Okay, so what did he tell you?"
"Like the fact that you're Ray's whore, and that you fuck whoever he tells you to."
The bold statement caught Debra by surprise, as she wasn't ready for it and took a moment before responding.
"Oh. That. Well. Yeah, that's partially right. I do fuck a lot of guys, but it's more like Ray is my cuck and I tell him who I want to fuck and then Robert actually makes it happen. In reality, if you wanted to put labels on anybody, Robert is actually my bull, while Ray is my cuck. So, technically, I'm Robert's whore, not Ray's. Convenient for everybody."
"Well, what do you know, we could be fuckin' sisters and don't even know it," Carrie mused.
"What are you talking about?" Debra wanted to know.
"Well, when I put this little football party together, and I asked you to bring a sexy negligee with you, it wasn't my idea. It was my bull's idea."
"YOUR bull? I didn't know you had one."
"Yes, Deacon is my bull. Since Doug told me a little about the extra fun you guys have together, I was wondering if Ray has told you anything about me and Doug?"
"You and Doug? No, he didn't, why? Are you guys doing some kinky stuff, too? And how did Deacon become your bull?"
"Well, since Ray hasn't spilled the beans, or maybe because Doug hasn't told him yet, I might as well spill the beans......I've been fucking other guys, too! Just like you."
"No shit? C'mon, girlfriend, when were you planning on telling me, like, never? Geez, I'm SO disappointed. I thought we were closer than that, Carrie." Debra whined.
"Okay, okay. I know, I was going to tell you, I just never found the right time. I mean, how do you start a conversation about how easy of a lay you've become? OH, hi Debra, guess what I did last night? Fucked three black guys in the pool hall down next to the Mariott.
"So, you see, a conversation like that isn't easy to start, but shit, since it's already happening, let's talk."
"CARRIE!"
Deacon summoned her from downstairs, so she told Debra she'd be right back and bounded down the stairs to her bull.
"Hey, baby, whassup?" he asked, watching her move down on the stairs.
"Huh? Nothing, Deac, just me and Debra doing some girl talk."
"NO, no, no. That's what I'm talking about. Why is she here? Did I not give you a list with names on it?"
"Yeah, baby, you did, and EVERYbody whose name was on the list is here. I just wanted to do something a little special for you and re-create that 'pool table scene' we had from the bar a couple weeks ago.
"Remember when Jessica had me underneath her in a 69 position on the pool table? Doug told me you were watching us so intently, especially when Jessie had her mouth clamped tight on my pussy, and he said you couldn't take your eyes off us, so I thought I'd arrange for it to happen again. This time with Debra.....MRS. Debra Barone.
"I only did this for you, lover. I know you like white wives, so I'm giving you TWO tonight. You'll see, two juicy married white pussies are better than one! You remember, don't you?"
Deac tried to be mad, but since he had his back to the guys watching the game, and Carrie had his balls in her hand, he couldn't.
"OK, girl. I feel ya. Look, I want you to come down during halftime and get your show started. In the meantime, the guys need some more beer and chips."
Carrie didn't have to be told twice, and once she completed her duties of feeding the boys, she returned upstairs to her slutty friend Debra. But she stopped along the way to mix a liter of White Russian cocktails first, taking the concoction upstairs with her.
"Doug told me he wanted me to be a hotwife after he had a conversation with YOUR husband, Ray, who apparently HAS a hotwife. You." Carrie re-started the conversation with Debra.
"Yeah, well, now that the cat's out of the bag, where do I start?
"I guess from the beginning....."
After relating her story to Carrie, with Carrie's jaw hitting the floor a couple of times as Debra related stories about the Barones who didn't have the first name Ray, it was time for Carrie to come clean.
"Girlfriend, we've got a lot to talk about, but my bull wants the show, MY show, to start at halftime and it's getting pretty close, so," Carrie grabbed Debra by the back of her head and pulled her close, sticking her tongue down Debra's throat.
Caught by surprise, it took Debra a moment to respond, but she didn't back away as Carrie thought she might.
Pulling her tongue from Debra's mouth, "I invited you today to be a part of MY party. Are you interested in helping me put on a show?"
This time it was Debra grabbing the back of Carrie's head.