As the two dazed wives stumbled upstairs to Floor 4, twelve studs of various skin colors, races, and cock sizes donned black head-to-toe monk hoods and slipped quietly up the stairs behind them. Floor 4, unlike its predecessors, was shrouded in fog-like billowing mist. Brandi and Joan encountered many corners and intersecting passages and soon found themselves too far removed from the entryway to find their way back. They decided with some trepidation to keep moving deeper into the maze. Each sensed that other shadowy figures were moving through the same passages, neither recognizing nor ignoring their presence.
Both wives felt a stark utter blackness around them, shapeless without outline or guidepost, neither beginning nor ending, and it proved a little frightening. So, Brandi and Joan continued their cautious progress in the general direction they thought they had been traveling. The only logic of conveyance in such surroundings was to pursue a series of faint distant sounds at times indistinguishable but at other times screams (more of pleasure than of pain). Eventually, Brandi and Joan saw a faint light, glowing ever brighter as they sped down a long pitch-black hallway. On each side they recognized the framed outline of oddly-named doors—Spread-eagle, JumboDog, Nightstick, Capstone, Lefttwist, WhiteZilla, Stretcher, Thirteen, Double S, Rebel, Doughboy, None-So-Fine, and Knotted.
From behind many of these doors, they could now hear well the distinct sounds of sex pouring out into the hall through louvered vents cut at eye level. Approaching a first set of louvers, the wives heard a woman scream out in pleasure, and they spied through the louvers a middle-aged woman on a very thick (perhaps 3 inch wide) black cock. Looking over her shoulder in the throes of another building orgasm, she spotted the wife-initiates, smiled and promptly went back to humping her pussy down the squat shaft she was riding. Beside her was a 50 year-old with gorgeous curly hair almost to her waist. She was on one knee also riding a big cock facing her partner (cowboy style) who reached up to pinch both her nipples. She too was starting an orgasm. Turning toward the door, she smiled a giant "wish you were here" smile. A third woman in the room they recognized from the reception. She was reverse cowboying with her partner planted all the way up her love canal and furiously rubbing back and forth across her clit. She too looked like a blow-out orgasm was about to erupt. Feeling like intruders, the wives quietly slid the louvers shut.
Then, at the next door, Brandi and Joan peeked in on a woman spread-eagled with her arms raised high and thighs parted wide, facing up against a wall. Down on her knees, a female companion was licking all over the standing woman's pussy. Moans and squeals followed. It was as though the woman with her hands high in the air was in imaginary cuffs, and she had to hold that position. Her tormentor was feverishly tongue-lashing her partner. Both wives were intrigued by the lesbian scene, in part because they hadn't yet explored it very far with one another. But they didn't want to be caught snooping, so they slid the louvers back closed and moved on.
Joan slid them open at the next door. Neither volunteered a comment to her friend about the beautiful 45 year-old brunet impaled in reverse cowboy position on a black male sporting a giant obelisk of a veined shaft. She was leaning back on her partner's chest. Spreading and raising her legs into an upright spread-eagled position, the stiletto red heels of her cork ankle- strap sandals pointed toward the ceiling. Just the tip of a foot long cock remained buried in her pussy. Brandi and Joan quickly slid those louvers shut. That scene was just a little too graphic a reminder of the foot-long black cock hanging below their massage tables that they both had been awed and somewhat scared by in St. Lucia the previous summer. Nevertheless, that image stuck in the wife-initiates' brains and gave them ideas, just as Sonia had intended when she asked a Retreat member to take and then hold that pose 'til the wives got there.
As they sped down the hall, at one door, a peal of screams stopped the wife-initiates in midstep. When they peaked through the louvers of the closest door, each was somewhat relieved to see two white couples in the middle of a four-poster bed. The closer couple had just orgasmed, and their companions were working hard to catch up. The sounds in this bedroom exceeded the linear progression from two to four people; their sex talk and shouted exclamations of pleasure were so loud that you'd think they had all just come back from the first row of rock concert. All the exaggerated vocalizing reminded Brandi of her own behavior around Joan when they had performed in front of one another in St. Lucia. Perhaps women just liked being watched, exaggerated their own reactions, and then acted out whatever lust was on their minds.
Behind the next set of louvers marked 'WhiteZilla,' a 40-something woman wrapped only in a long string of pearls was pumping her two fists back and forth along an enormous white cock the head of which she'd taken between her lips. The extraordinary thing was that even flaccid, this organ was too long for two fists. To cover it properly she would have needed three fists. On an adjacent bed, Lady Sonia herself was mouthing the top few inches of the largest white cock either wife had ever seen, more than twice the length of Stuart and Brock's. The thickening shaft the size of Joan's wrist was pointed straight at the ceiling, and it looked like the hostess from Level 3 was performing a world-class blowjob. Brandi and Joan had done enough oral sex on their husbands that each could tell Sonia was just moments away from receiving a mouthful of her partner's cum. Again, the wives thought it best to sneak away quietly without disturbing the occupants. However, they decided that if Sonia was involved in these closed door proceedings, the Retreat must have intended for them to observe what was happening. They concluded that must be why they were sent this way on Level 4, and it was.
Long cocks seemed to be featured in this section of the hallway, because behind the next set of louvers, two long-haired beauties (one blonde one auburn) were taking foot long black cocks from behind. The blonde was stasding with a fishnet-covered leg stretched horizontally across a desk. Her sex partner was plowing at least 12 inches of man meat in and out of her pussy. The blond uttered the words,
"Don't stop! Please don't stop! I'm going to come all over your big black dick!"
"Ain't stopping lady. Couldn't stop if I wanted to. Your so tight! It just feels too good to stop!" he replied. "Ah iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" screamed the black-haired woman beside them. "You've got to be kidding! Here it comes again, Ah Ah Ah iiieeeeeeeeee! That's the first multiple orgasm I've had in three years!"
At the next completely quiet door, the louvers revealed two women one black one white trying on contrasting strap-on dildos, one white the other black. Using a floor to ceiling mirror, each was examining what the contrasting shades looked like against their own skin tones. The black phallus looked incredibly real. Brandi and Joan had to do a double take to see if the woman was in fact a man, or woman, or some kind of weird genetic combination of both? Eventually, their eyes focused on something other than the black pleasure stick, and they saw the tan straps the Caucasian woman had around her waist and attached to the base underneath her pussy and up her backside. The white artificial phallus the black woman was modeling looked absurdly long, perhaps fifteen inches. Brandi and Joan couldn't imagine what that could be used for but they were curious enough that they agreed to ask Sonia.
The next door they checked had in effect acrobats behind the louvers. A couple was fucking in the stand-up position. The woman had raised one leg to point an ankle-strap black pump like a Broadway dancer might wear at the ceiling like a ballerina on one point. Her partner steadied her with his arms and then imbedded himself, using his big cock to push them both skyward. She would respond by sinking her full weight back down on his shaft by coming off her point, and then as he held up her leg, the mating process would repeat itself.
