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.
About an hour and several more glasses of wine passed until I knew I was slightly drunk. The memory of the cock and the lingering wetness between my legs kept me excited and more than once did I wonder what he had meant by, "was I part of the show?" For the briefest moment I pictured him between my wide spread legs, his cock in me deeper than any man had ever been, filling me completely.
Debbie came over to me and asked I was ready for the show. "Sure', I said as Pat joined her and each taking an arm guided me toward a door at the far end of the room. I looked around for John but didn't see him as we entered the room. In fact several of the men including the tall black man were not in the group that entered.
Entering the room I saw a large bed with about twenty chairs set up in a semi-circle around it. Pat and Debbie escorted me to a front room seat and I sat down with the two women on either side of me. Pat reached over, took my hand and squeezed it as Debbie told me in a matter of fact tone that we were about to watch a sexual act. She wanted to know if I minded?
I was slightly tipsy, my vagina wet from feeling the massive cock against my stomach, and sexual excited about whatever was to come I thought. Most of my inhibitions were subdued and heck no, I didn't mind. With slightly slurred words I giggled as I told Debbie that I really wanted to see it and that I was big girl and could watch if I wanted to.
Debbie and Pat exchanged smiles as the lights dimmed until only the bed was brightly illuminated. I gasped as I watched two men enter and realized they were naked. One black and one white man got on the bed and I could see their erect cocks as they positioned themselves. I saw movement off to one side and saw my husband, naked and erect approach the bed. I almost panicked and said, "John", but was cut off by Debbie as she said, "Just watch, he wanted this."
