I called the hotel to find out when a good time to come over would be, and after talking to a half a dozen people, Kungi finally got on the line.
"Well, you can come over anytime, but I don't know when the meeting will be. The owner hasn't got here yet, and nobody knows when his plane will arrive. But come on over, we are in room 515."
"OK, as soon as Donna is dressed, we'll be there."
I was bent over tying my shoes when she walked into the room. She was wearing this sheer mini dress. Under normal lighting, it was very sexy, but when lit from behind, you could see right through it. If you looked carefully, and I did, you could tell she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.
"You do realize that we won't have any time alone with him." I said with a grin.
"I know, I just want him to see what he's giving up for that dumb old meeting of his." she said with that devilish grin.
She wore a light coat over the dress as we walked through the lobby, but removed it once we were in the elevator. Damn she looked good. As we strolled down the hall, we could hear team members talking, laughing, and horsing around. I had to knock several times before the door was opened.
"Hey Kungi, your friends are here!" I recognized him as he let us in and ran back to his chair in front of the T.V. There were only four guys in this room, even though it sounded like a lot more from the hallway. Two were watching sports, one was talking on his cell phone, and Kungi was on the bed, writing in a book. As soon as he saw us, he closed the journal and got up to greet us. It was obvious he was happy to see us, and even more obvious how happy my wife was, after they hugged. If her nipples weren't obvious before, they sure were now, as they poked through the thin material. Almost immediately, Kungi appeared with a large tumbler.
"Gin and tonic, if I remember correctly." he said as he handed my wife the glass. She downed half of it in one gulp, and sat down on the bed next to Kungi. The guys watching T.V. looked as if they were watching a tennis match. Their heads wagged back and forth from the screen to my wife in her short dress. I think they were hoping to get a glimpse of her panties, but the joke would be on them. She wasn't wearing any!
She was deep in conversation with the big black man, and was oblivious to all the eyes that followed her every move. Before her glass was empty, it was replaced with another.
"Hope it's not too strong." Randy said, probably not sure what her tolerance was.
"Just right!" she answered through half open eyes, after gulping down much of it. Soon she was very relaxed, no longer keeping her legs crossed, and constantly touching Kungi's sweat pant covered thigh. Randy was watching my wife more and the T.V. less, and John kept forgetting what he was talking about as he held the phone to his ear.
Suddenly our trances were broken as the phone rang. It was probably the call to announce the start of the meeting. Randy turned down the T.V. as Bradley picked up the phone. After a few "uh huhs" and a couple of "I see's", he hung up the receiver. We all looked at him and waited.
"Well?" Randy finally said.
After a pause, Bradley began. "Well, it seems the new owner had a difficult choice...fly out here to meet with us...or fly to the Bahamas with his twenty two year old wife. Guess who won? Coach said to relax and he would talk to us Monday."
"Wohoo!" Randy yelled. "I'll go tell the others!" and he was out the door. My tipsy little wife was now rubbing higher and higher up Kungi's muscular leg. Only inches from her target, she glanced over to me. I smiled and nodded, which is exactly what she was hoping for. Her hand quickly pounced on his thick cock, squeezing it through the thick fabric.
Kungi scooted up on the bed so his head was resting on the large pillows. Donna pulled his sweats in the opposite direction, then kneeled between his long legs. As she leaned forward to slurp, the two remaining guys gasped at the view. Her short dress rode up high enough to reveal her yummy charms. Bradley looked at me nervously, and I nodded towards her tight little bottom. He didn't have to be told twice, as he dropped to his knees behind her, and buried his tongue deep inside her. She froze for a second, then quickly resumed what she was doing.
After bringing her to a nice orgasm, Bradley stood up and dropped his shorts. Kneeling on the bed, he guided his big uncut cock into her tight pussy. I couldn't wait to see the expression on his face when he finds out how tight she really is. He pushed slowly, but all he accomplished was to push her mouth down further over the black cock in her mouth. It took some effort, but he finally got most of his cock inside her. Her tightness made him groan instantly, causing her to groan. The vibrations of her groans put Kungi over the top, and they all came at almost the same time.
John was waiting for his turn, and dove in as soon as Bradley pulled out. Randy returned, and Donna motioned him over to the bed. As if they practiced this move, Kungi rolled out of the way as Randy rolled into his spot. His cock was quickly devoured by the birthday girl. If I would have known, I would have brought my cameras along.
Some how, word got out, because when movement caught my eye, I turned to see what looked like the entire team standing around the room. I don't think any of them knew the lady was with me, but that was OK. I motioned Kungi over to door.
"This looks like a lot of fun, but we can't be sure these guys are clean." I said, somewhat worried. Kungi just laughed, and walked out the door. I was confused, but he turned and looked at me. "Get out here!" he said. Of course I jumped. Once outside, I met two very large men on either side of the door. "This is Sam and Martin." he said, introducing us. "They are happily married and won't cheat on their wives, so instead of joining the party, they stand guard outside. You see, every team member is tested every two weeks for drugs, steroids, and diseases. If they turn up dirty, then they are gone. These two will make sure only the clean ones get inside."
