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 Chapter 2

   Allison waited at the door while Chris paid the cover charge, scanning
the room.  The bar was crowded, the dance floor filled with a mix of
college kids and thirty somethings.  Club music thumped from the PA system.
There was a large bar across the room, but she could not tell if Tony was
there yet.  He had sent a few pictures and told her what he would be
wearing, but whether or not he was for real remained to be seen.

   She had located him online after placing a few personal ads on swinger
sites, ultimately finding him through a "Casual Encounters" post on
Craigslist.  She had sorted through a few dozen freaks and scammers in the
process and was about to give up when Tony replied to her ad.  They had
exchanged a few emails and pictures, each succeeding message more explicit
than the last, and had finally set a date to meet tonight.

   The thought of fucking someone other than her husband would have
horrified her even a few years ago, now she might actually do it, and with
his encouragement.  They had known of friends that were into swinging, but
this was different.  Chris was about to hand her over to another man,
asking nothing in return.  That he was black only added to the thrill. 
Overlying that emotion was a small but growing panic.  Normal people didn't
do things like this, and part of her hoped he would be a no show and they
could go back having this as just a fantasy.

   Chris joined her and they made their way to the bar area holding hands.
She still hadn't spotted him, and that made her doubt about the whole idea
grow even more.  If she had another minute to think it over she would have
backed out, but suddenly a man at the end of the bar turned around and
smiled at her.  It was definitely Tony, but the pictures he had sent did
not do him justice.  He was taller than she had expected, at least
six-three or more, and clearly very fit.

   "Well I'll be damned.  You're real.  And a sight for sore eyes.  Hello
Allison" He said, extending his hand to take hers.

   Her heart skipped a beat.  This was happening, and what had seemed like
a great idea when they had first contacted him started to feel like a huge
mistake.  What the hell were they thinking?  There was a moment of awkward
silence, and she was about to turn and run out when Chris suddenly took her
hand and placed it in Tony's.  Willingly giving her to him.

   "I'm glad you're here, she's been looking forward to this for days."
Chris said, sounding a little nervous but looking as excited as a kid on
Christmas morning.

   Tony kissed her hand, looking into her eyes as he did so.  She felt
events slipping out of her control, and instinct began to take over.  "Hi
Tony." Was all she could manage.  She had never been shy talking to men in
bars when she was single, but doing it in front of her husband for the
first time was a different matter.  Her heart raced in her chest.  The man
before her was handsome and muscular, and very well groomed, probably
active or ex military by the looks of him.

   There was an awkward moment where no one spoke, but to her relief Tony
broke the silence.

   "What say we go out on the dance floor and get to know each other a
little." Tony said, extending his hand to her.

   Allison paused and looked over to Chris.  He simply smiled and nodded,
motioning for her to go with him.  Butterflies raged in her stomach, but
she took Tony's hand and allowed herself to be led across the dance floor.
She glanced back towards Chris, but the crowd had cut off her view.  She
was alone with a strange black man she had met on the internet.  Possibly
not the wisest thing she had ever done, but the sight of him in front of
her brought out all the fantasies she had been obsessing over since she got
her first picture of him in an email.

   She lost track of time as they danced and talked.  He was military,
stationed at an Army base about an hour away from them in Kentucky.  His
unit had just returned from deployment, and would likely leave again soon.
They didn't look kindly on things like this in the military, and Ft
Campbell was a small town.  He had sought out a hookup in Nashville,
finding her ad online.  When she asked him why he had sought out a married
woman, his answer was simple.  Married women have someone to go home to,
and he wasn't ever in one place long enough for that someone to be him.  He
had nearly backed out at the idea of her Chris being present to watch, but
the sight of her pictures had convinced him to give it a go.

   Before long their conversation turned from small talk, to sex talk.  And
she became more obsessed.  Tony's hands dropped to her ass as they danced.
"I hope you're wearing what you had on in that last pic you sent."

   She was.  She and Chris had picked out a black lace bra and panty set
for her "glamor shots," and she had worn them under her skin tight dress
tonight.  The feel of his hands rubbing the lace through the thin fabric of
her dress sent a shiver up her spine.  "You'll see for yourself soon
enough." She purred into his ear.

   He pulled her close, kissing her for the first time.  She kissed back,
their tongues dancing together in rhythm with their bodies.  She felt a
growing bulge in his pants pressing against her belly and pulled tighter
against him, causing him to grow firmer still.  They danced like infatuated
college kids, to the point that they started drawing attention from others
on the dance floor.  A tall black man and a petite white woman with a
wedding ring on were a sight to begin with, their gyrations made them
something of a spectacle even in a crowded dance club.  A mix of bemused
and disapproving glances surrounded them.

   "Lets go somewhere else.  Chris and I got a room earlier at the Hilton
down the road.  OK?"

   Tony pulled her in tight.  "Thought you'd never ask."

   Allison made her way back across the dance floor.  Chris was still near
the bar, working on what looked like his third drink.  His prior excited
look had faded a little, but if he was worried about what was happening he
didn't show it.  She walked up and kissed him on the cheek, still holding
Tony's hand.  "Hi sweetie, are you doing OK?" Her butterflies were back,
she could feel the point of no return approaching.

   "I'm good.  I was starting to wonder if you two were going to dance all
night and leave me here to get drunk."

   He sounded a little tipsy, but still seemed OK with everything that was
happening.  She let go of Tony's hand and slid up close to Chris.  "We want
to go up to the room now.  I know you want to be there, but can you give us
about twenty minutes alone before you come up?  I just want him to get
comfortable before you, um, start watching OK?"

   "Sure, hon, whatever you need."

   He looked a little stung by this change.  The plan had always been for
him to be there watching, but now that the time had come she knew she would
need a little space at first.  "Don't knock, just wait here for a while and
come on up." She pulled him close and kissed passionately.  Their lips
finally parted.  "Thank you.  And I love you."

   She turned around, once again taking Tony's hand and started back
towards the entrance.  She saw Tony glance back and give a slight nod
towards Chris before turning to keep up.  She didn't look back, worried
what she might see on her husband's face that might ruin the evening.

   The two block walk to the Hilton felt like an eternity.  They held hands
like long time lovers, but talked little.  Downtown Nashville was packed,
and even though the crowd was mostly tourists she felt exposed.  They lived
in an affluent suburb twenty miles outside of town, and the odds of running
into someone she knew seemed remote.  Still, she breathed a sigh of relief
when they were finally in the hotel lobby.  A quick elevator ride later and
they were walking down the hall to their suite.

   As soon as the door closed behind them she turned to Tony and kissed
him. He pulled her tight, kissing her with an intensity she had never
experienced before.  Free of spectators, Tony explored her body freely with
his hands, starting at her thighs, then her ass, and working up her sides
until he cupped her breasts.  She slid her hands down Tony's chest,
unbuttoning his shirt, and feeling the taut muscles on his abdomen.  She
paused briefly at his belt before reaching down and feeling his bulging
cock in his pants.  She was petite, and it felt like it was bigger around
than her wrist.  "Oh my God!  Oh my fucking God." She slid her hand up and
down his length.  She had seen bigger cocks in the movies she had rented
with Chris, but he was far bigger than any guy she had ever been with.

   Tony seemed to be in no hurry, taking his time kissing and caressing
her, slowly bring her passions up to a boil.  She for one was enjoying the
attention.  Even back when they were dating Chris had always been a little
too quick to move to fucking.

   "You're so fucking hot Allison.  That hubby of yours is a lucky man.  I
just hope he knows what you two are getting into.  I'm your first right?"

   "First?"



   "First black cock.  Something tells me you were never the snowbunny type
before."



   "I've only been with a few guys before Chris, and none were black." She
kissed him and then took a step back, slipping her dress off her shoulders.
Tony reached behind her and snapped open her bra.  She brought her arms up,
crossing them briefly over her chest before slipping her bra off and
tossing it aside.  She stood there with only the wisp of lace of her
panties covering her, feeling exposed.  Tony pulled her to him and kissed
her hard.  Her tender nipples pressed against his body, stiffening more at
the touch of his skin.

   She worked Tony's belt loose and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down
along with his underwear.  His thick cock popped free, now fully erect.  It
felt hot pressing against her mound.  Her breath came in gasps as she
ground against him, her panties becoming soaked with her wetness.

   Behind her the door clicked and swung opened.  She turned, watching
Chris slip in quietly.  His eyes widened at the sight of her standing there
nearly naked, Tony's hands still on her ass.  She could tell that he was
already hard, his cock tenting his khaki pants even before he had seen her.
The look on his face was hard to read, excitement, surprise, and a glimmer
of doubt all mixed together.

   Tony broke the silence this time, and for the first time that night
became dominant.  "Is this what you wanted to see Chris?" He lifted her up
as he spoke, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms around his
neck.  He turned with her in his arms, giving Chris a better view of his
cock, now pressing against her slit from below.  "You ready to watch your
little wife get fucked by a real cock?"

   Chris's eyes met hers, his face now expressionless, almost mesmerized.
"Yes." He said meekly, his voice sounding cottony.

   "Then sit down and enjoy.  You'd better like what you see, cuz she won't
like anything but nigger dick after tonight."

   She felt a pang of doubt at Tony's change in demeanor, not sure it it
was a show like in the movies or for real.  Before she could dwell on it
much he turned and sat her down on the bed, his cock now inches from her
face.  His hand pressed against the back of her head, his intentions clear.
She glanced briefly to her right, seeing Chris sidling over to the bedside
chair, watching her intently.  She turned back to Tony.

   "Now show hubby how good you can suck a real man's cock."

   He pushed her head down until her lips touched his shaft, the wetness of
his pre-cum coating her lips.  She tensed reflexively, then parted to take
him in her mouth.  His taste filled her mouth, causing it to fill with
saliva.  She worked her mouth up and down his shaft, her tongue pressed
down by his girth.  She backed off, stroking him with her hand, making him
slick with her spit.  She licked up and down his length, feeling the
contours of his cock with her tongue before taking him in her mouth again,
working him as deep in her throat as she could go.  Suddenly his hand
pressed hard against the back of her head, driving him deeper into her
throat.  She gagged and coughed, her eyes watering, but he held her firm.
She started to struggle, suppressing a panic.

   "Relax, breathe through your nose, it will pass." Tony commanded,
holding her firmly.  "You've never had a real cock before.  You need to be
trained.  Now relax."

   She could not see his reaction, but she heard not a word of protest from
Chris.  He was letting this happen to her, either enjoying the sight or too
afraid to speak.  She was on her own.  Allison forced herself to relax, no
longer straining to pull back.  To her surprise the urge to gag quickly
subsided, even as Tony began pushing in and out of her throat, a little
deeper with every stroke.

   "That's right.  That's how a little white slut takes a cock.  Now show
me what you can do."

   He released his grip on her head.  She backed off, still trembling,
almost wanting to run from the room, but not wanting to disappoint Chris.
She looked to him, almost hoping to see him upset by the turn of events,
but instead saw him with his pants unzipped, stroking his cock just a few
feet away from her.  She was suddenly angry with Chris, more-so than Tony,
at letting her be used like this.  She turned back to Tony and almost in
spite began to suck him again.

   Allison willed herself not to gag, taking Tony deep in her throat.  This
time it wasn't bad at all.  She bobbed up and down on his shaft, pausing
occasionally to catch her breath.  She looked up to watch Tony's reaction.
His eyes were closed, his head tilted back in ecstasy.  She could hear
Chris masturbating off to her right, breathing deeply.  Her anger faded as
she realized she had two men under her control.  Or so she thought.

   Tony had apparently decided he was ready for more.  He pushed her back
onto the bed, and then grabbed her hips, pulling her ass down to the edge.
He pulled her panties to the side, not even bothering to remove them, and
suddenly his thick cock was pressing into her.  He was till slick with her
spit, and his head pressed in with a brief flare of pain.  Before she could
cry out he slid back and pushed in deeper, almost halfway this time.  Her
breath caught in her throat, and all she could cry out was "Ooooooh" as she
dug her fingers into the sheets.  Two more strokes and he was fully inside,
his balls pressed against her ass.  He held her pinned there, looking down
at his conquest, letting her accommodate to his size.

   "Oh God.  Oh my God." She gasped, forcing her pelvic muscles to relax.
There was no more pain as she did so, just a feeling of being touched
everywhere inside.  Tony began to stroke in and out, the ridges of his cock
riding against her clit as he did so.  She let her legs fall open wide,
giving him access.  His pace picked up, bouncing her breasts around on her
chest in rhythm.  Her first orgasm came hard and fast, causing her to
scream out again, no words this time.

   When she caught her breath she looked over at Chris.  He was
masturbating furiously, watching her get her brains fucked out.  His eyes
locked on hers, and as they did his came on himself.  He looked a little
embarrassed at popping while Tony still fucked her, but made no effort to
turn away.

   Tony pulled out, motioning for her to flip over and climb up on the bed.


   Allison flipped over and pulled herself up on her hands and knees, still
trembling from her orgasm.  Tony had her spin around so that she was facing
Chris, then positioned himself behind her, grasping her firmly by the waist
and entering her again.  She made eye contact with Chris as Tony resumed
fucking her, thrusting in and out in long, fast strokes.  He looked
helpless, sitting in a puddle of his own cum while Tony pounded away behind
her.  She had a hard time keeping her balance, eventually letting her arms
buckle, burying her face in the bed as he slammed her from behind.  In a
few minutes she came again, digging her fingers into the sheets for dear
life.  Tony continued his verbal tirade, calling her his little black cock
slut as fucked her furiously.

   "Tell me how bad you want my cum inside of you." Tony commanded, his
pace now becoming a little erratic.  "Tell me slut!"

   Allison felt reality crash in a little.  It suddenly dawned on her that
Tony was not wearing a condom, things had started so fast that she had
forgotten to fish it out of her purse.  She was on the pill, but still,
those things weren't perfect.  She was about to ask him to pull out when
she heard Chris's voice.

   "Tell him baby.  Tell him to cum in you.  I want to see."

   She looked up to see Chris kneeling in front of her next to the bed,
intently watching.  He reached out for her hand, and she took it.  What the
hell was happening?  Her resistance faltered.

   "Go ahead.  Do it Tony." She gasped.

   "Say it out loud.  Tell me what you want."

   "Cum inside of me.  Please, cum for me baby."

   Tony groaned, pulling her tight to him, and she felt him contracting
inside of her, pumping his seed into her.  She felt him spasm six of seven
times before he was spent, then he slid out leaving her with an odd empty
feeling.  A rivulet of semen ran down her thigh as he pulled out, hot and
sticky.

   Allison slumped down on the bed, holding Chris's hand tightly and
trembling from exhaustion.  Tony was not through with her yet though.

   "Sit up.  Show your hubby the mess we made.  He wanted to see this."

   She complied, still a little dazed, rolling over on her back and
propping up on her elbows with her legs spread at the edge of the bed.  Her
entire crotch and thighs were a mess, she had never seen so much cum.  How
much was still inside?  Chris watched her intently with an odd look on his
face.

   "She's a mess Chris.  Better clean her up so I can fuck her again."

   For a second Chris did not move, as if considering what she would think,
but them moved his face in towards her slit.  A wave of revulsion washed
over Allison at the thought of her husband licking another man's cum and
she reflexively pulled her legs together.  Chris blocked her, looking at
her intently, his eyes begging her to let him proceed.  Tony had moved in
close to watch, rubbing her breasts with one hand and gently holding the
back of her head with the other, forcing her to watch.

   Chris's tongue stroked up her thigh, mopping up Tony's load as he went.
She relaxed her legs and soon felt his tongue probing her tender slit,
eagerly exploring her wetness.  She was so sensitive, he soon had her
arching her back, moaning with pleasure.  He continued working her clit
with his tongue until she came again, digging her nails into the back of
his head as she did so.

   Allison laid back on the bed, Chris's face resting against her thighs as
he knelt between her legs.  Tony stretched out on the bed beside her, still
cupping her breast.  They lay there for a while without moving, catching
their breath.  Tony broke the silence.

   "I think you've seen enough for tonight, Chris.  You should go home now,
I'll drop her off tomorrow."

   Allison's heart skipped a bet at yet another change in plans for the
evening, but she was too tired to protest.  From what she could tell, Chris
was too, as he had got up and gathered his clothes, heading to the bathroom
to clean.  Tony kissed her, rolling her over to face him, and they made out
while Chris washed off and dressed.

   "Go kiss him goodnight, he's been a good boy."

   She got up and walked over to him, still unsure about being left alone.
"Honey..." she started, but he cut her off, placing his finger on her lips.

   "Shhh.  It's OK, don't talk about it now.  Have fun.  Tell me about it
tomorrow.  I love you." Chris said, then kissed her gently on the lips.

   Before she could protest, he opened the door and slipped out into the
hall.  She watched as he turned the corner to the elevators, her head
spinning with excitement and uncertainty.  When he was out of sight, she
closed the door and turned back to face Tony.  He was nearly erect again,
motioning for her to join him.  She walked to the bed, knowing that she and
Chris would be forever changed by what had happened.  She would have to
worry about all that later; from the look on Tony's face she knew she had a
long night ahead of her.