After Melanie and I had landed a threesome of sorts with Randall, the genie was out of the bottle. She had suggested that we could share a big black cock if I would consent to be feminized. I was reluctant at first. I had the typical guy hangup about being gay. Melanie related how her college roommate had come in while she was fucking a black guy. Jesse moved right in and ate the cum from Melanie's freshly fucked sex. Melanie told me that nothing happened after that and Jesse respected her wishes. They remained good friends after college. Somehow in our alternative lifestyle logic, I accepted her explanation that taking on my alter ego and going en femme, I wasn't gay. Melanie surely wasn't a lesbian even though she had once enjoyed girl on girl sex.
Thinking about it made me warm all over. That was one of the reasons why Melanie wanted me to be feminized. She liked the idea of me being her lesbian lover. Crazy. I know. But it made sense to me. I had developed the fetish for big black cock when we started watching porn together. I never got excited seeing gorgeous black men like Melanie did. I just grew infatuated with cock. Not men. Cock. Melanie was all too eager to go to the black lifestyle once we had settled on interracial porn as our favorite. I loved seeing the mostly busty actresses take black cock. It finally got the point that I grew more excited seeing the cocks than the tits. I still like tits. I absolutely love my wife's big tits with the most beautiful pink areolas and firm nipples. Her double D's are just perfect from my viewpoint.
Guys are always talking about women with huge breasts, tiny waists and full bottoms. That combination is totally rare. Women with big boobs usually have a little more body fat than the 'skinny minis' guys talk about. In real life a woman with huge tits and skinny frame probably has had breast enhancement. Not that I have anything against breast enhancement. It is just that big natural breasts are so beautiful. Melanie has just a little fullness at the waist but it is overshadowed by her full beautiful butt. She swears it is too big but I disagree. Her ass should be in the Smithsonian. The fullness actually makes her waist look smaller.
Melanie and the real Jesse had kept in contact after college. They were not everyday friends but visited by phone and text about every month or so. Jesse was living with a guy. They weren't married and had no intention of getting married. Jesse seemed to be a true bisexual woman. She admitted to Melanie that she still had some 'girlfriends' and her boyfriend had no objections. She shared that the boyfriend was always wanting a threesome but Jesse liked the intimacy of another woman one on one.
Jesse mentioned to Melanie that she had to attend a conference in our city later in the month. Melanie insisted that she spend some time with us. It was a Thursday, Friday, Saturday conference with Thursday being the mixer. Friday was a two-session day. Saturday was a golf event or tour event depending on the individual choice. Jesse said that basically the conference was really a one-day affair. As they talked about the impending visit, Melanie insisted that Jesse spend Friday night with us. We found out later that Jesse was adding some personal time to the trip. She tentatively planned to call some other college friends when she finished the conference.
Jesse agreed to the plan and asked if Melanie would please attend the mixer with her. She said that she would feel comfortable if she had a sidekick since she was the only one from her company to attend. Melanie agreed, figuring that it would give them ample time to catch up during the cocktail party. Maybe they would plan some weekend activities. I was fine with the arrangement of Melanie going without me. I would stand out like a sore thumb. Melanie on the other hand, would add plenty of eye candy to the mixer.
I planned a quiet night at home while Melanie joined Jesse at the cocktail party. Melanie came downstairs wearing a knockout cocktail dress. I had never seen it before. It had a deep blue flared skirt with sequins. The top was a low-cut light blue. It showed an amazing amount of cleavage. A transparent deep blue vest was worn over her shoulders but hid nothing. Apparently, the dress had some sort of built in bra. Her tits looked like they would escape the dress top if she bent over. She wore a beautiful pair of spiked heels, navy blue with ankle straps. All the heels consisted of a toe strap, sole and the ankle strap. They added height to her. Her full bottom was hidden by the flared skirt but the waist was tight and fit her snugly. She was my wet dream.
I expected Melanie home sometime before midnight knowing that the two women would have a lot to talk about. I was surprised that Melanie called me around eleven pm and told me she had too many drinks and was going to stay with Jesse and drive home in the morning since she had the day off. She ended the call with an ominous statement:
"I'll fill you in when you get home tomorrow evening."
What could she mean? Was she going to have sex with another man? She normally would tell me her plans in general. She loved to share her sexy stories with me. I figured that she didn't know exactly what was going to happen at that time. Maybe she and Jesse were going to have a nightcap and talk about college. Maybe they were going to catch up on their relationships. I wondered if Melanie would share our alternative sex life. I mean, they had been intimate at least once so there would probably be no boundaries on their desires. I would just have to wait until the following evening. I had trouble sleeping but made it in to work.
Several of my co-workers were on vacation and our workload was light so I decided to take the afternoon off. My hours could be very demanding and it was an unstated benefit that people on my level were free to make their own schedules. Results were the primary target. If a person in my position were to take advantage of that benefit, he or she might find a demotion notice in their paycheck one month.
I went home that afternoon and waited for Melanie almost forgetting that Jesse was going to spend the night with us. Melanie had done some shopping. They arrived separately. Melanie introduced us. Jesse was pretty. Just a few inches taller than Melanie. Strawberry blonde hair. Long legs and pert breasts which I figured were B cups. Melanie got us all something to drink. She then showed Jesse to her bedroom figuring she might want to rest or take a shower. When she came back, she said she had promised to tell me about her night.
She and Jesse had indeed drawn quite a bit of attention at the cocktail party. Melanie noticed a handsome black guy who seemed to be paying attention to her every move. It was too much to ignore, according to her. She casually approached the man and struck up a conversation.
At that point in her story, I knew where this was leading.
She continued the tale. The guy couldn't take his eyes off Melanie's ample cleavage. Since she was not at all connected to the seminar, she felt like it would be a freebie to encourage the gentleman and see where it led. They shared some light conversation while consuming cocktails. Melanie already had a key to Jesse's hotel room. She told the black gentleman, Asa, that she was a little tipsy and wanted to go lay down in her room. Room 1424 to be exact. The gentleman asked if she would be okay or should he check on her later. Melanie said it might not be a bad idea if he came up just to be sure she was okay.
On the way out of the ballroom, she stopped and told Jesse that she might come up to the room in about 45 minutes to check on her. She winked and said that she might indeed re-live a certain college experience. Jesse didn't need to be any more enlightened. She had seen Melanie and Asa talking and concluded that if Asa left the cocktail party soon, he must be going to the room. She could hardly contain herself and tried very hard to make some contacts to pass the time.