The ride to Debbie and Dave's house seemed like it took hours. I was nervous almost to the point of backing out and yet I could feel my nipples stiffen as I thought of what I saw last time and the effect it had on me. As we pulled in the driveway I wondered how I would react if the opportunity to "take Pat's place" were presented to me. By the time we got to the front of the house my mind was a confused jumble and I really had no idea what I would do in spite of my stiff nipples.
John parked the car and we walked to the front door where we were met by Debbie and Dave. They escorted us in and, as they did last time, introduced us to the other guests. When we came to Pat and her husband I blushed as I remembered the vivid scene with the black man between her spread and tied legs, his cock moving in and out of her as she came. She looked at me and said that she hoped I would enjoy myself at the party. I sort of stammered a "thank you" as my face turned redder.
There seemed to be only one extra guy there, but he was tall enough for several men. He must have stood over seven feet and was very thin. His skin was almost black and when we were introduced to him, he took my hand and in the old world style kissed it as he bowed to me. His voice had a European accent and I found myself wondering about his role at the party. I blushed as I pictured him between Pats' wide spread legs and hoped he didn't notice my face.
John and I settled at the bar and had several more glasses of wine. Everything so far had been very proper and I found myself thinking how silly I was to dread things that happened in the past. I reassured myself that I walked in on Pat's private scene and dismissed it from my mind. Of course that didn't answer the question concerning Debbie and her husband who watched with me while the black fucked Pat, but after several drinks, I didn't go there.
About 9 o'clock couples started to dance again and soon I was on the floor with some of the same men I danced with at the first party. The first couple of men held me close as we moved across the floor and though I thought I felt a slight erection against my stomach during the second dance, the several drinks I had relieved my nervousness.
Suddenly the man I was dancing with stopped and I heard a deep European voice say, "May I cut in?" My partner said "certainly" and I found myself in the arms of the tall, thin black man. He was an excellent dancer and I felt dwarfed by his seven feet plus height as he led me around the floor. Without warning he dipped me and I gasped because I felt like I was going to fall, but he caught me and when he brought me back up with the hand in the small of my back he pulled my lower body into his.
I couldn't even think straight as his cock pushed against me. "No man is that big!" I thought as the massive bulge pushed against the green material of my dress. I felt the redness rise in my face, my breathing quicken as he gently moved his hips causing the cock to move against my stomach. I stammered something to him about where he was from hoping to get my mind off the bulge pushing against me. He smiled and began to talk as he continued to move his hips forcing his cock to push more aggressively against my dress.
I didn't hear anything he said; my whole focus was on the huge cock that was so close to my sex. I was even more uncomfortable as I realized that my vagina was flooding with my lubrication. I knew I needed to sit down before I melted into a puddle of desire at his feet. I asked if he minded if I got another glass of wine and he was the perfect gentleman and went to get it for me. When he returned he handed me the wine and asked me if I was part of the show tonight? I told him I didn't understand what he was talking about. He just smiled at me and excused himself.