I sat on the sofa with Keisha, our arms wrapped in a tight embrace. Her full lips kissed and sucked at my neck. She reached out to undo my tie and the first couple of buttons of my shirt. Then she kissed my chest, purring and cooing as she returned to my neck. She dropped a hand between my legs to check my hardness, satisfied with my arousal she wrapped her arm around my waist and touched her mouth to mine.
Just arms lengths away, at the opposite end of the couch my wife Laurie was locked in an embrace of her own. Laurie's mouth pressed softly to Keisha's husband's with their tongues swirling together. Her smooth white face and his dark black skin were pressed together like yin-and-yang.
Laurie and I were not swingers and I far as I knew, neither were Derrick and Keisha. So how did this start? It was a simple dinner. We had some drinks, but no one was drunk. Maybe it was Keisha's flirting. Maybe Laurie's it was curiosity. But we were two married couples completely immersed in heavy foreplay. We knew what was happening and seemed almost powerless to stop it. Instead we succumbed to the passion of the moment.
Keisha excused herself for a minute, asked if we wanted something to drink, and pranced down the hall. Derrick soon followed her. Laurie and I gazed at each other for a moment, both very much aroused. I took her arm and pulled her toward me, pressing my lips to hers in an open mouth kiss.
"I can't leave you two alone for a minute!" Keisha returned.
She stood over us with her arms on her waist, as if she was scolding us. She had changed into negligee, white thigh high stockings, white French cut panties, and a tight white corset. The white clothes contrasted sharply with her deep ebony skin. She looked hot.
"Come on," she said to Laurie, "Let's get you out of those clothes."
Keisha extended a hand to Laurie and pulled her up off the sofa. Laurie was wearing a lot of clothes and Keisha happily helped her out. First she unbuttoned Laurie's sweater and dropped it aside. Then off came Laurie's black blouse. Laurie next slipped her silky cami over her head and tossed it to the floor. Keisha watched as Laurie spun her pinstripe skirt, unzipped it from the side, dropped it, and stepped out of it.
Laurie stood there wearing black thigh highs, black tap pants, and a black strapless bra. They stood face to face, a complete contrast of black and white. Keisha, dark skinned in white and Laurie light skinned in black. I sat on the edge of my seat, eyes wide, expecting a little girl-on-girl.
Instead Keisha turned to me, "What you waiting for?" She glared for a moment, "out of them clothes honey!"
I stood and stripped down to my boxers. Laurie and Keisha watched and smiled. With my clothes off I sat back down on the couch.
"Oh no you don't," Keisha pointed at my boxers, "you're not done!"
I hesitated for a second, "I'll take mine off, if you take yours off"
"Don't you worry, sugar," she replied, "these panties are coming down!!"
With that she grabbed at the waist of my boxers and tugged hard. My stiff member snapped hard against my belly as she pulled off the underwear. True to her word, Keisha slipped out of her panties. Then she climbed up on the sofa standing in front of me with her crotch just in front of my face.
"Don't just stare, boy," she commanded, "kiss it!"
I reached up and grabbed her ass, one cheek in each hand. Then I pulled her toward my face. My mouth easily slipped between her wet and swollen lips. She bent backwards a little so I could slip my tongue inside her. Then she rolled forward again, positioning my mouth on her clit.
"Yeah, I like that!" she said as wrapped her hands around my head. She held my head firmly in place.
I licked her for a while, gently massaging her most sensitive spot. She cooed as I flicked her clit side to side and as I wrapped my tongue around it. Finally she drew away, stepped down, and straddled me on the couch. With her left hand, she positioned my cock at her hole, then forced herself down the shaft with a sigh.
"Now you fuck me with that white cock!" she began bouncing up and down, her hands on my shoulders.
I glanced to the side. Derrick had returned. He stood in front of Laurie, who sat legs wide at the edge of the sofa. He had no shirt, and his sweatpants were pulled down to his thighs exposing his cock to my wife. He was huge, black as night, and hard as a rock.
Laurie bent over and took his balls into her mouth. Her hands wrapped around his behind, where she explored between his cheeks with her fingers. She tilted her head to one side and slid her mouth up and down his shaft, like she was playing a harmonica. He moaned with encouragement as she slid the head into her mouth.
He was huge. She brought her hands around to hold his cock. Laurie gripped it at the base like a baseball bat and still could not take the rest in her mouth. But it did not matter, for at that moment she became a porn star, wildly bobbing up and down on him. Moaning. Shaking her head. Gagging.
"You like that baby?" Keisha teased me.
"You like seeing your wife with my man's cock in her mouth?"
"Wait 'til he cums baby," she teased more as she rode my shaft, "he cums a lot!"
Keisha, it seemed, liked to talk dirty. She climbed off me and swiftly sat on the sofa next to Derrick and Laurie. Keisha spread her legs wide, raising her knees in almost a fetal position. Then she grabbed my cock and guided it back into her pussy.
"Now fuck me white boy!" she said. "fuck my hard and fast!"
I pumped her hard, as hard as I could. We grunted with the force, then I withdrew and pumped again.
"Faster!" she was yelling now.
