We were on a little weekend getaway and loving it. My beautiful wife and I always love these times alone without the kids because it gives us a chance to let our hair down a little and it always ends up naughty. We decided to have a nice romantic dinner for the forever in love part of our weekend, then go to our favorite toy store for the always in lust part. We have a bit of a one-track mind (okay, maybe two) when it comes to the things that turn us on, which is the two-girl fantasy (obviously, since I'm a dude) and white girls on big black cocks. When we first started dating, she wasn't surprised at all about my girl/girl fantasy, but when I mentioned the black/white thing, she balked a little. Maybe she was caught off guard, but she wasn't mad.
On the contrary, she was willing to watch some of that flavored porn with me, so I "wouldn't miss out" on my own fantasy. Looking back, that should've been a clue but instead, it really caught me by surprise at how well it completely lit her fire! It immediately turned horny Brandi into nympho Brandi. And that's how we wound up with Tyrone: a thick, realistic black dildo we both enjoyed playing with. That had been awhile back, however, so I figured this time around, we would try to find another good one for me to use on her, maybe even both at the same time. It isn't that hard, and there's no need to buy some $50 strap-on harness that doesn't work worth a fuck when it's much easier (not to mention cheaper) to just cut a hole in a jockstrap and fuck away. As luck would have it, though, we wound up disappointed. We still enjoyed browsing while discussing the possibility of all kinds of toys, but there weren't any new dildos that struck her fancy.
Although we didn't buy anything, we still had our favorite back at the room so, walking hand-in-hand, I tried to get her further aroused as I vividly described what I would do to her as soon as we got back. Then she saw the two big black guys walking into the hotel bar. We had agreed that we'd never take the risk of turning our fantasy into reality, but I could tell she was intrigued. I could also tell by her flushed face and the fire in her eyes that, while she probably still wouldn't waiver, she might be into teasing a little, maybe even letting them touch some. Maybe. I kept it to myself while a plan began forming in my head. As I was unlocking the door to our room, I hit her with a feint.
"Let's go dancing," I said.
"Okayyy," she replied, seeming a little disappointed. "I thought it was play time."
"Yeah," I said, "but we need to get you worked up a little more, since we didn't find any new toys. Maybe you could show off a bit, maybe get a little buzzed before I fuck the hell out of you."
"Maybe," she replied with a wicked grin. "What did you have in mind?"
"You tell me." It's a game we play. She likes it. No, really...
She was pleasantly surprised when I showed her the dress I had bought for her. It was short enough to show off her awesomely long legs, loose enough for her to sit comfortably, and just long enough to cover her stockings. The push-up bra she put on beneath it made her breasts bulge out and put on quite a show, themselves. I was already rock hard from simply looking at her, but I resisted the urge to throw her on the bed and fuck her down. I wanted more. The thought of her showing a little skin with a sneaky peek of goodies here and there was a definite turn-on for both of us. Where could we find a perfectly good escalator? Never mind. Maybe later...
"We probably shouldn't drive if we're going to drink," I said. "Would you rather just stay here and have a few drinks in the bar? I don't know if there will be much of a turnout, but surely we could find someone who appreciates your hotness."
She gave me a wink with her devious smile, lifting her dress to reveal another nice surprise: no panties. This was going to be fun, although she had adamantly insisted we sit together. I couldn't help it. The idea of her showing off made me want to sit across from her and enjoy, but at least I'd be the guy who was allowed to touch once in a while. She masked her disappointment well when we saw that the two black guys were already gone, but I'm not so sure I did. She leaned forward giving the bartender a good look at her deep cleavage, while her bare thighs poured out the bottom of her dress, providing eye candy for everyone else. I wasn't surprised to see all eyes in the room on her until I saw the table with two women. Yeah. No jealousy there; they were both enjoying the view, talking animatedly with appreciative glances at my beautiful Brandi.
I sat beside her, sipping my beer, telling her different things I was going to do to her, while she made the same kinds of comments, showing enough skin to remain the center of attention. To say I was turned on by the blatant display of all her charms would be an understatement. She was definitely good at it. One by one, every man in the room was given the awesome gift every voyeur dreams of, while my beloved bride was eating it up. She would lean over to kiss me, letting her thighs slip apart enough to see her mysterious lady parts while flashing her delicious cleavage with a hint of areola. A few times, she even leaned over the bar to display her sweet ass pressed tightly against her sheer dress with those fucking gams going all the way down, the undivided attention of everyone in the room making her face flush and her fantastic smile once again turning me into a babbling idiot. We both got a pretty good buzz before the excitement got the best of us, absolutely ready to go back to the room for some serious fucking. She pulled my hand up her dress and directly onto her bare pussy, showing me how wet she had become.
"Are you ready to go, dear?" she cooed into my ear with a bite on the lobe.
"I gotta pee-e," I replied in my best Forrest Gump.
She laughed and hit me on the arm. "Hurry!"
I forgot how far the bathrooms are from the bar in a hotel. Seriously, WTF? Do they do that on purpose? It felt like it took forever, making me wonder if she had given up on me and headed back to the room. I thought she had done just that when I returned and couldn't find her. Even her drink was gone. All eyes in the room seemed to be on me now, but everyone quickly looked away to avoid meeting mine. What the hell was going on? It was one of the ladies who had admired her earlier who finally let me in on the big secret. After looking directly at me, she glanced to the booth in the corner and turned back to me, raising her eyebrows. I was dumbfounded. There in the corner booth was my beautiful Brandi, sitting between the two black guys we had seen earlier. I had to sit down. I was in shock, to say the least. We had discussed this very situation and she was adamant that, while teasing complete strangers would be fun, it could easily be misinterpreted, causing a major backfire. She had flat out refused to entertain the idea of sitting with another man, much less two, because they might expect her to give more than she was willing to give. She winked at me and mouthed 'I love you,' before the guy on her right grabbed a breast and looked right at me. She turned to give him better access, spreading her legs to accommodate the other man, who began stroking her pussy.
"She's very sexy."
I jumped at the voice in my ear, turning toward the woman who had shown me where Brandi was. She put a new beer beside mine.
"This one's on me," she whispered in my ear. "I don't know who is luckier, you or her. Enjoy the show," she giggled, giving me a peck on the cheek.
After watching the hot stranger leave the bar, I turned my attention back to Brandi. She was all smiles, engaged in a friendly argument with the one who had been at her breasts. Her bra was gone, one of her nipples exposed, rock hard, while she seemed not to notice. The rest of us did. I couldn't hear her, but her mouth formed an adamant 'Nuh uhhh,' shaking her head and hitting him on the arm. At his reply, she gave me a quick glance, bit her bottom lip, and reached under the table. The surprise on her face let me know she had lost the argument as her other hand quickly reached down to help the one on the stranger's cock. Her questioning look to the man still stroking her pussy was answered with a simple nod and a grin. She turned to the one on her right when he spoke again. I saw that same sweet, innocent look that had captivated me so many years before as she nodded her head. Without even looking my way, the three of them walked out of the bar. I rushed after them.
"Hurry up, white boy," said the one with his arm around her. "You got the key." She smiled at me before resting her head on his shoulder. He was openly pinching the nipples of her now covered breasts. His name was Dominique, as it turns out.
Back in our room, I didn't know what to do, so I sat down in the chair. I knew I couldn't whip those two big bastards if things went awry, but I'd die trying if I had to. I thought I would have to do just that when Dominique grabbed her by the hair and pressed his big lips into hers before shoving her onto the bed. Her surprised squeak nearly sent me into a rage, knowing he was a dead man, until I saw the wanton look on her face. She was flushed, almost panting, as she scurried back to him, rushing to undo his pants and finally reveal what all the hype was about. I glanced over at Derrick when he held up our dildo, showed it to Dominique and they shared a laugh. Brandi let out a groan, almost a growl when she finally released the engorged cock in front of her. It was a near perfect replica of Tyrone, Brandi struggling only a little to fit that monster in her mouth, then taking it deep once she finally got it in. I knew she was going to love it. I knew Dominique would too, even before he threw his head back with a groan. Meanwhile, Derrick had removed his clothes and positioned himself behind my beloved Brandi, who was now on all fours, lustfully attacking Dominique's massive rod while arching her back to accommodate Derrick. He was teasing her pussy, making her groan around the cock in her mouth, as he stroked up and down, slowly pushing his way into her delicious depths before pulling out and slapping her clit with the head of his huge prick. Brandi pulled back from Dominique's cock and looked at me with a smile.
"Take your clothes off, nerd," she said. "It looks like we're really doin' this."
"I'm just enjoying the show," I said, with a smile. Both men looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Excuse me, lovers," said Brandi, her face set in anger.
She stepped over to me, slapped me hard, and pulled me up by my hair.
