Annie approached the mysterious house with anticipation. "Was she really going to do it?" she asked herself. After all she had not had any sex for a year, and she certainly had never taken part in a gang bang. Yet that was exactly what she intended to do. Furthermore it would be with a gang of black guys who had appropriated the name "The Mandingos." What would Ron think of her?
She reflected that her late husband might have approved. He'd often urged her to bring another man, preferably a well hung black one, into their marriage.
After twenty years of splendid sex with the only man she'd ever done it with she was going to find out. Ron had died a year earlier and Annie just couldn't bring herself to date any of her husband's old friends although each, including the married ones, made sure she knew each was ready to "help her out."
Certainly she could use some help. Celibacy, after two decades of wonderful sex, had its own price. She found herself fantasizing about every man she saw. She even bought some of the so-called adult videos.
Strangely those which moved her the most weren't the ones which reminded her of her husband. They were videos of big black men, pouring it to petite white women. The fantasy of being one of the women became a compulsion
Now she was going to find out if the fantasy would be as exotic as she'd fantasized. She knocked on the door of the mysterious house sitting off the beaten track. The door opened and she was greeted by a huge black man.
"Welcome to the Mandingo Club, young lady. I am Henry. Please let me bring you a martini. I'd guess you are in need of a strong one, right" Annie looked up at Henry, the man whom she assumed would be her first lover in the gang bang she requested.
Her voice sounded weak and far away as she managed to answer, "Thank you. I think I need a strong one, three to one, and stirred, not shaken."
The big man smiled, "Coming right up, and I'm guessing a second marti might be needed to shake off all the butterflies, right?"
The levity helped a bit but there was still business to be taken care of. In a low voice, almost a whisper, Annie said "Yes, but I made an appointment to . . .to . . . uh . . . to date a man named Henry, and I want to do what I came here for."
"Oh you will, Annie. I'm delighted to be your first . . . uh, your first date."
"Well, where we going to do it?," asked the young lady.
"Let's socialize a tad by finishing our drinks. They are made to perfection and nothing goes with sex better than smooth gin and vermouth, unless it's a petite. lovely, woman and a black man with a large appendage.
After drinking their libations, Henry took Annie into his arms, and pulled her tight. When she felt the hard, erect appendage pressing against her body, the young lady realized this was it.
It was hardly a surprise because she had dressed specifically for sex. Her sleek, one piece, dress clung to her body, unencumbered by underwear.
