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 The Project

   by bobfr

   Chapter 1

   It was a bitter-cold, drab, January day in Cincinnati.  Brad Taylor sat
in his small, spartan office and found himself thinking about a seed.  He
remembered how it grew in his fertile mind, occupying more and more of his
thinking, maturing into a fully developed idea and now it was almost time
to harvest.

   He knew exactly the moment that the tiny seed had been planted in his
brain.  It was planted that day, more than three months ago, when Darrel,
who occupied the small office next to his, stuck his head in Brad's office
doorway and said excitedly, "hey buddy come on over, you gotta see this."

   Brad had worked with Darrel Thomas for more than seven years and knew
immediately that Darrel had been surfing the net for porn and must have
found something special.  Darrel wasn't stupid enough to do this on the
company's internet, he had his own big screen laptop with a cell modem so
it wouldn't show up on his company computer activity, but, for sure he was
violating some corporate policy because he was doing it on company time.

   "Hang on a sec man, I've got to finish this spreadsheet," Brad said as
he worked at his own computer for a few more minutes.  The international
company he and Darrel worked for as project specialists, bought chemicals
by the ton, added fragrance - and for some products also flavoring -
packaged them, and then aggressively promoted and sold them, by the ounce,
all over the world raking in billions in the process.

   A few minutes later Brad walked into Darrel's office, which was
identical to his own but not quite as neat.  "Whatcha got Darrel?" Brad
asked.

   "Come over here and look at this," said the giant black man as he pulled
up a side chair next to his comfortable desk chair for Brad to sit on, and
then, lowering his voice said excitedly, "you won't fucking believe it,".
If McGraw, their boss, unexpectedly dropped by, Darrel would switch the
screen to a real project and say that Brad was taking a look.  They both
thought that McGraw was so dumb he wouldn't know the difference anyway.

   Sure enough, Brad had guessed exactly right.  Darrel had been surfing
the net for porn.  This wasn't the first time he had invited Brad to take a
look at something that he thought was extra special and, Brad had to admit,
he actually enjoyed these breaks from work.  Darrel clicked a couple of
times and the sleek laptop's screen came to life.  Brad read the title in
yellow letters that spelled out, "My Wife Fucks 29 Guys." Then he noticed
the sole of a dainty foot attached to a gorgeous leg.  The woman was lying
on her back surrounded by what appeared to be about six guys.  The camera
was above the group looking down at the action.  Then he saw her face.  She
was beautiful with long, light brown hair.  Her face and neck were flushed.
She was moaning as an average size, but stone hard, cock plunged into her.
What struck Brad about this video, more than any he had seen before, was
the woman's obvious excitement.  Unless Brad was mistaken, she couldn't
possibly have been acting.  What he was watching was very real and it
seemed to Brad that she was in a constant state of climaxing.  He had never
seen anything like it.  Then he remembered that he had.  Every time he made
love to his beautiful wife, Carol, in the missionary position, as he looked
down at her face - also surrounded by lustrous, long brown hair though
darker than the woman's in the video - she too was almost always in a
constant state of climax, her face was also flushed as she panted and
writhed beneath him somehow wanting more and more.

   The woman in the film didn't speak.  Actually, none of the men spoke
either, except later and then very briefly, midway in the video.  For the
most part, the only sounds emitted were the moans, groans, grunts and gasps
that seemed constant with most of them coming from the woman.  Another
thing that Brad noticed was that none of the men had huge cocks like he saw
in most of the other videos.  They were average size, at most, but that
didn't seem to bother the woman at all.  Brad couldn't imagine how she
could have been more excited if all of the cocks had been gigantic.

   Darrel glanced away from the screen, looked at Brad and asked, "Isn't
she something?"

   Brad wasn't thinking when he quietly responded, "that's how Carol
looks."

   "What did you say?" asked Darrel wanting to make sure he understood what
he thought he heard correctly.

   "Nothing," replied Brad.

   "Oh, I thought you said, `that's how Carol looks.' "

   "Yeah, you heard right, that is what I said."

   "Wow!  I've never seen a woman get so much into fucking as this gal in
the film." Darrel paused for a minute.  Then, as they watched the screen
enraptured, a portly man who had been thrusting into the woman shuddered
and came himself.  As he dismounted the number "1" flashed across the
screen as the man's white semen oozed out of her vagina, onto the light
blue sheet covering a king-size mattress on the floor.  Then the first man
was immediately replaced by another.  When the second guy entered her she
came again.  "Are you serious?  Does Carol really come like that?"

   "I'm serious.  She really does," Brad said softly, almost wistfully, as
he was intently watching the woman on the screen but thinking about his
wife.

   The two men wasted 44 minutes of company time that autumn afternoon in
Darrel's office until the number "29" flashed on the screen of the laptop
computer and the screen went dark.  At the end, the light blue sheet was
soiled with more than a dozen wet spots.  They had noticed a pattern as
they intently watched the video.  The man who knelt on the woman's right,
near her head with his cock in her mouth, was usually the one to take the
place of the guy who had been fucking her.  The man who knelt on her left,
had his cock in her pretty hand.  The other men were crowded around and
touching her breasts, her legs or her pretty ass.  When one group finished
another group of five or six took its place until all twenty-nine men had
made a gooey deposit in her hungry, seemingly insatiable pussy.

   "That was without a doubt the hottest video I've ever seen," declared
Darrel.

   "I have to agree with you," said Brad.

   "I would love to see something like that in person," said Darrel as he
leaned back in his chair, laced the long black fingers of his big hands
together, cradling his huge, shaved bald head.

   Brad couldn't help thinking that he too would love to see a woman
totally give in to multiple lovers who kept her at a sexual peak few women
could ever reach.  He and Carol had been married for twenty-two years and
he had learned in that time that she was, almost certainly, potentially one
of those women.  He was as hot for his beautiful wife and the mother of
their three children as he had ever been.  "I would like to watch that too
Darrel but I guess we'll just have to settle for the video again if that's
what we want to see."

   "You're probably right.  But, I would still love to see a woman, like
the woman in the video, not a professional actress, in person getting all
the cock she could handle and cumming non-stop."

   "How do you plan on making that ever happen?" Asked Brad as he chuckled
at the seeming impossibility of Darrel's dream.

   "I'm not sure but I think it's something worth working on, don't you?"

   This wasn't a new subject for either of the men.  During the years they
had worked side by side they became close, shared their innermost thoughts
with each other, and, most of them had to do with sex.  Darrel had been
married to Ruthie for thirty years.  She must have weighed three hundred
pounds and was just really unattractive.  Darrel loved her dearly but had
given up on sex with her - that didn't mean he didn't have sex - about the
same time she gave up on it too.  Both men knew that there weren't
twenty-nine guys who would want to have sex with Darrel's wife.  Both men
also remembered that Brad had confided many times to Darrel that he really
wanted to watch his gorgeous wife fuck another man, but, that was unlikely
to ever happen, no matter how much he wanted it.

   "Hey, man," said Darrel, "you've told me a least a dozen times that you
want to watch Carol with another guy and just now you told me that she
always cums and looks and acts like the woman in the video.  Right?"

   "That's true, but so what?"

   "Try to get Carol to do that."

   "Darrel, even though Carol is prettier than the video gal and loves sex
more than any woman I could imagine, the chances of that happening are
about the same as you becoming the CEO of the company or me bowling a 300
game, zilch.  That's just not going to happen my friend."

   "But, would you want it to?"

   Brad thought that was a great question.  Did he want it to happen?  Did
he want to see his wife, not just with one man, but many men, one after the
other.  Did he want to watch and hear her as others brought her to a place
of ecstacy that was higher than he had been able to take her?  Of course he
had fantasized about that very thing, but, until he had watched the special
video with his black friend, the fantasy was blurry and vague, now it
seemed to be clearer and more in focus than it had ever been.  "Darrel, I'm
not sure.  I think so, but," he paused to collect his thoughts before
continuing, "but, let's face it, what we just saw is much more extreme than
anything I've ever thought about before.  And, like I've told you, Carol
has just blown me off when I've mentioned how much I would like to see her
with another man, not to mention twenty-nine."

   Darrel starred at his ceiling, was quiet for a minute then he said,
"Let's think about it.  We're both project guys.  Why not make this a
project?  Why not make it a project to get Carol laid by twenty-nine guys?
No, let's make it at least thirty, one after the other nonstop so she can
beat the gal in the video." He smiled, then became serious, leaned closer
to Brad and said, "and Brad, I'm sure you will agree that the only thing
missing from the video was that all of the guys were kind of on the small
side.  You told me you wanted to watch Carol with a guy with a big cock and
preferably a black guy, right?"

   "Right," Brad answered cautiously as he recalled telling Darrel exactly
that more than once during the past year, as his fantasy for Carol became
more extreme.

   "Well then, let's make it a project to get Carol to fuck at least thirty
well-hung black guys nonstop within, oh, let's say six months.  What do you
think?" Darrel asked eagerly.

   Brad was tongue-tied, but, the seed had been planted in his mind. 
Darrel's question was unambiguous.  Still, he didn't know how to answer it.
"We're talking about my wife and my marriage.  Think I'm going to call it
day and head home.  See you tomorrow, Darrel." Before Brad got back to his
office he thought about something, did a 180, returned to Darrel's office,
poked his head in the door and asked, "hey, how can I get that video on my
computer at home?"

   Darrel wrote down the URL for the free site and instructions on how to
get to the video with the highly sexual, beautiful woman.  As he handed the
yellow slip of paper to Brad, he smiled and asked, "are you going to show
it to Carol?"

   "Yes I am.  Hope she doesn't bite my head off."

   "Are you going to tell her about our project?"

   "You're going way too fast for me my friend.  Slow down.  See you
tomorrow Darrel."

   Chapter 2

   That same day, more than three months ago, while Brad was driving home
from work, Carol Taylor was all alone in the big, old house that she had
shared with her husband and children.  Brad would be home soon and she was
only cooking for the two of them because Don and Robin were away at
different colleges and Tim was on an overnight trip with his football team
from high school.  Even though it was October, and the evenings were
getting cool in Ohio, she wore her white, short shorts and one of Robin's
flimsy tops with a tiny strap that just slipped over her head and another
that tied at her waist.  The blue material that covered her still-pert
breasts, but didn't quite reach her navel, was loose but not so loose as to
cover up the fact that she was braless.  Of course, with no back she
couldn't have worn a bra anyway, not that she ever needed to.  Carol was
proud that she could wear her daughter's clothes even though Robin was only
20 and she was 43.  She was an inch taller than her daughter at 5' 7," but,
Carol actually weighed a little less than Robin at only 123 pounds.  That
fall day her dark hair was in a pony tail, she was barefoot and looked more
like a high school senior than a woman into her forties.  She loved to
drive Brad crazy and couldn't wait for him to get home so she could tease
him in her sexy outfit and see what it would lead to later that night.

   The two-story frame house on Trammel Lane was the same house in which
she had grown up.  Her mother had died when she was twelve and her father
when she was 22, just three years after she and Brad married.  Because she
didn't have siblings, everything was left to her.  Without a mortgage, they
were able to make Brad's income go a long way and so they were more
comfortable, financially, than others in his pay bracket.

   She and Brad had attended separate Catholic High Schools, hers was an
all girl's school and his an all boys.  However, they did have joint dances
and that's when they met during their junior year.  For both of them, it
was love at first sight.  He was tall, handsome, charming and funny.  She
was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.  He learned that she lived
with her widower father and was taking care of him.  It seemed to Brad that
she wanted to take care of everybody and he loved that about her.  By the
time they were ready to graduate, it was just understood by her dad, Brad's
parents and all of their friends that they would go to college at Ohio
State in Columbus and probably get married by the end of their freshman
year.  They didn't wait that long.  She lived in an on-campus girl's dorm
and he in a boy's dorm, but, they were nearly inseparable.  It was
inevitable that they would have sex, and it didn't take but a matter of
weeks before she stopped saying no to an insistent boyfriend and said yes
to her new fiancé.  They married during the Christmas' holiday and shared a
studio apartment on campus.  They both studied hard and Brad graduated
early but she had to drop out to have her son, Don, in her junior year.

   The first time they made love she discovered nerves at the center of her
body that she didn't know existed.  At first they sent a flash signal of
pain to her brain but that soon changed to a message of pleasure that just
got better and better each time he thrust into her warm, wet, receptive
cavity.  She thought that after sleeping with the same man for more than
twenty years, the pleasure would get old and eventually dull.  That never
happened to her, it just got better and better.  Brad was so special, he
seemed to be more concerned about her pleasure than his own.  She had read
in women's magazines that once a week, or even less, was about average for
most couples their age, but, they made love at least three times in an
average week and sometimes much more than that.  Sex with her caring,
tender and loving husband was her favorite thing to do in the whole world,
nothing else was even a close second.

   For the last couple of years, however, it seemed as if Brad needed
additional stimulation.  She was shocked when he suggested that it wouldn't
hurt if they watched some porn together.  Also he started saying things to
her that she couldn't reconcile with the man she loved more than life
itself and who she thought she knew as well as she knew herself.  She
finally agreed that if watching other people screw and talking about
opening up their marriage was what it took to get him in the mood, then she
would play along with it.  After all, she reasoned, it was just talk, just
a fantasy, and nothing would ever happen.  Little did she know that this
day would be a little different.  Little did she know that a lascivious
seed had been planted in her husband's susceptible mind that very
afternoon.

   The garage door opened and Brad announced, like millions of returning
work warriors, "honey, I'm home."

   "In the kitchen Brad," she responded as she took two thick, juicy steaks
out of the broiler, that had been perfectly timed and both cooked medium
rare.  She added them to the plates with baked potatoes and a crisp salad,
swimming in Brad's favorite tangy dressing that she made from scratch.

   "Wow!  What's the occasion?" Brad asked as he took her in his arms and
planted a wet kiss on her soft, warm perfect lips that glistened with a
clear coat of saliva that her wet pink, tongue had painted the second
before his lips touched hers.

   "Just trying to seduce my husband," she said with a laugh.

   "You won't have to try very hard," Brad said, "I'm a sure thing.".

   They didn't eat at the table, but, on the couch watching a television
program together.  If either of them had been asked what show they were
watching, neither could have answered because each was thinking of
something else.  Carol was thinking, I can't wait to get him in bed and
fuck his brains out.  Brad was thinking, should I really try and get Carol
to watch the video that he and Darrel had watched and that he couldn't get
out of his mind?

   After they finished eating, it was Carol who said, "want to watch TV in
our bedroom?"

   "Carol, it's not even 8:00."

   "I know," she said almost timidly.

   Brad decided to go for it.  "That old pervert, Darrel, called me into
his office today and had another porn video for me to watch on his
computer."

   "I'm telling you baby, you guys are going to get fired if you ever get
caught."

   "Darrel's very careful.  I think it's safe enough.  Anyway, this was the
hottest one I've ever seen."

   "We've seen some really hot stuff.  What was so special about this one?"
Carol asked her husband.

   "I can get it up on the computer if you want to see for yourself," Brad
said.

   "Oh, I was thinking that we could do our own porn in our bedroom." When
she saw that he was a little disappointed in her response, she quickly
said, "sure let's watch it."

   In one way Carol did get her way because the computer was in their
bedroom.  Even though no one was home, out of habit, they closed their
bedroom door before Brad fired up the computer with the large monitor. 
While he was doing that and connecting to the Internet, Carol smiled at
him, unbuttoned and unzipped the white shorts, untied the bow at her back
and was naked in a flash.  She hardly ever wore panties anymore, because
that was another of Brad's new ideas for her, and she finally gave in to
his constant requests.

   Brad couldn't help but compare his naked wife with the woman in the
video who had fascinated him so much.  Carol's breasts were a little
smaller than the woman's in the video, but, they were much more to his
liking.  The woman in the video was completely shaven while for the past
two years, Carol had kept her dark curly pubic hair trimmed above her
cleft, with her lips completely bare.  Also, he thought, Carol's face was
prettier than the woman's.  Other than that, the legs, arms, hands and feet
of the two women were exceptional and similar.

   Carol sat down on a chair next to his and then she was reading on the
large screen what he had read earlier that day, "My wife fucks 29 guys."
She put her hand to her mouth and gasped.  It wasn't that she hadn't seen a
woman with more than one man, but, certainly nothing that approached that
number.  Then, she too, saw what the men had seen earlier as the fucking
began.

   This time, Brad noticed things that he hadn't the first time.  Each of
the men had a red plastic bracelet around his wrist.  A couple of the men
wore black masks and two more had black hoods completely covering their
faces.

   Every time that she watched porn with Brad, or listened to his hot
pillow talk, she felt guilty.  She had been raised, and so had he, to never
entertain the idea that sex was a recreational activity, or for fun, but,
reserved for a husband and wife and mainly, even then, to procreate.  That
view by most people, and even most Catholics, had been relaxed and extended
so that it was thought of as an expression of love between husband and
wife. Well, the woman she was watching on the computer certainly couldn't
have been in love with each of the men she was with, but, she sure seemed
to love what she was doing, Carol thought.

   "I don't think she's acting, do you, hon?" Brad asked.

   "Oh no.  I think she's really into it.  Look at her hands.  They're all
over the place.  I'm surprised that she's not scratching the guys. 
Remember when we were first married and how I would scratch your back
because I was so excited?"

   Brad sighed.  "I remember."

   "I'm even more excited now when we make love but I don't scratch
anymore. Also, I'm sure that the woman is setting some kind of a climax
record.  It seems to me to be nonstop."

   "You do the same thing with just one guy."

   "I guess I do.  But I'm sure most of the women we have watched in other
videos don't cum very much and many, not at all," Carol said.

   Brad knew that this wouldn't be the last time he watched the video.  The
second time was even more exciting than the first and he just knew that
subsequent viewing would be even better.  He realized that already he was
substituting in his mind his wife, Carol, for the sexual woman without a
name known to him.  It didn't hurt that Carol was sitting next to him
totally naked and, obviously, very excited about the beginning minutes of
the video that just two years ago she would have refused to even watch.

   Carol had to admit that, even though she thought watching this stuff was
wrong, she was getting turned on by it.  None of the men in the video were
handsome or well endowed.  Nor, did they seem to be very talented lovers.
Each was hard and just pounded away until he reached a powerful climax. 
But, each of them did their respective job in taking the woman to a higher
and higher level of sexual excitement, or so it seemed to Carol.  Brad was
very handsome, and it appeared that his cock was as large as any of the
men's in the film.  Also, he would spend a lot of time in foreplay to make
sure she was ready when they fucked.  Carol realized that she almost always
thought of intercourse with her husband as making love, and now it crept
into her mind that they fucked.  None of the men kissed the woman.  None
ate her pussy.  She blew them, they sucked her boobs and each fucked her,
that was it and yet it was incredibly sexy to Carol.  No one man could stay
hard and horny long enough to keep up with a woman like Carol and,
obviously, the pretty woman in the video.  She recalled that Brad had been
telling her the same thing for more than two years.

   "Hey what's that white silk cloth around her waist?" He wondered out
loud.

   "You should know buster.  It's one of your favorite things.  It's a
white silk teddy, unsnapped at the crotch and pulled down below her boobs."
Later in the video the rolled up teddy would be removed between men 16 and
17 and then the woman would be as naked as Carol was.

   While their eyes were glued to the computer screen, Brad's right hand
went wandering.  He rested it on her left thigh.  The second it came in
contact with the warm smooth skin, she instinctively parted her legs as an
invitation for him to take his exploration farther, to a warmer, wetter,
smoother and much more sensitive place.  When he did move directly to her
pussy, she lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the chair's seat
leaving her completely open.

   "It's a hot flick, don't you think?" Brad asked.

   "It is hot.  It's not at all romantic though.  No build up.  Nothing
really but blowing and fucking." She remembered other videos that they had
watched together.  "No double penetration, no anal like we've seen in other
videos."

   "But do you like it?" He asked.

   "Ya, I do.  You know baby, I don't think it's an American video.  Nobody
has spoken but she keeps saying ya, not yes.  My guess is it's a German
video.  The woman could be American, but, I'm sure the men are European,"
Carol added.

   "I think you're right," he said as the number "4" flashed across the
screen when a man with a very hairy back emptied the fluid that had been
building up in his balls, deep inside the woman whose name they didn't
know. "In a few minutes you'll hear the guys talk a little and the language
has to be German, or some other Northern European tongue."

   Carol was squirming a little in the chair which did not go unnoticed by
Brad.  His hand moved inside her thigh and up until it couldn't go up any
more.  Carol sighed, closed her big blue eyes and leaned her head back but
not for very long because she didn't want to miss any of the video.  Brad
felt how wet she was.  The juice seeping from inside her body was warm and
slick, like always, and, he imagined, just like the liquid produced inside
the woman in the video.  When he slowly inserted two of his fingers as
deeply inside her as he could, she grabbed his arm tightly, moaned and
experienced a mini-orgasm.  That's all that it took to get her off and he
was the only man alive who knew it.  While he was playing with her pussy,
she thought - not for the first time - how nice it would be to have another
set of hands caress her.  But, that's not what nice girls did, the nuns had
taught her, and the lesson stuck indelibly in her mind as if it had been
taught just yesterday.

   The video they were watching seemed almost to be a sporting event that
the participants really enjoyed, especially the highly charged woman.  The
event was obviously well organized.  There was no indication that she knew
the men or that they knew her.  Some of the men wore wedding bands, as did
the pretty woman, and some of the men didn't.  While the video lasted 44
minutes it was obvious that there had been some basic editing and Brad
guessed that the time filming would have been longer than 44 minutes,
perhaps much longer.  At just 5 minutes per man, the filming time would
have been a little less than 150 minutes, or almost two and a half hours.
But, because there was no foreplay, just fucking and sucking, the average
time was probably less than 5 minutes per man.

   After the number "13" flashed across the screen, the woman got on her
hands and knees and was fucked doggy style by two of the men, then it was
on her back again for the rest of the men.  They guessed that she must have
been about forty years old and the men at least that old and, some, maybe a
few years older than the woman.

   A few times during the video, the camera would move in for a close up of
the woman's pretty, flushed face.  Usually her eyes were closed and Carol
and Brad could see the sheen of perspiration on her brow.  A couple of
times she blew a damp tendril of her hair out of the way.  It was clear
that she was almost intoxicated by the non-stop sex.  With each new man she
reached a higher level of intoxication, though it seemed as if it would
have been impossible for her to be any higher than she was at the beginning
of the video, but she was.

   Chapter 3

   Brad had barely sat down behind his desk when Darrel stepped into his
office the next morning.  "Well?"

   "Well, what?" asked Brad.

   "Come on man," said the black man.  "Did you show her the video?"

   "Yes, we watched it twice."

   "Did she bite your head off?"

   "Which head?" Brad asked with a chuckle.

   "So tell me all about it," Darrel said as he sat down in the chair at
the side of Brad's desk, leaned back and propped his shoes on the clean
desktop.

   "She liked it for the same reasons that you and I did.  She was sure
that the woman was totally into it."

   "Did you mention the project?" Asked Darrel.

   "There isn't any project Darrel, so I didn't mention anything," replied
Brad to the question that he knew his friend would ask sooner, rather than
later.

   "But Brad, there can be a project.  It's all up to you," he said as he
took his feet off Brad's desk, then leaned towards Brad.  "You and I get
paid to manage projects.  I'm sure that given enough time, and if you're
motivated to make it happen, well, . . .  well, it can happen." Darrel was
waiting for Brad to say something but, because he didn't, Darrel asked,
"What do you say man?  Let's do this."

   "Like I told you yesterday Darrel, it's not going to happen."

   A disappointed Darrel waited a few seconds then asked, "did the video
make her hot?"

   "You can imagine that if we watched it twice, it did.  Actually, between
the two times that we watched it she fucked me dry."

   "See man.  I told you," said Darrel.  " If the video made her hot, it
was because she could relate to the woman and what she must have been
feeling during her gangbang."

   "You're right about that.  She told me the same thing.  Still, Darrel,
talking about it, thinking about it and doing it are three very different
things," Brad said.

   Darrel leaned over and said, "but, doing it can only happen after
someone talks about it and thinks about it.  My guess is Carol was thinking
about it and you can tell me if she talked about it."

   Brad remembered exactly what she had said last night but he wasn't about
to tell Darrel everything.  While she sat on his lap during that last few
minutes of the film and bounced up and down on his erection she said, "I
can just imagine how she must feel after being stuffed over and over again
with a new fresh, hard cock ready the instant the one she was fucking shot
off and started to soften." He recalled that she also said, "Brad, I guess
you must be right that a woman like her, and maybe me, has a lot more
capacity for fucking than any healthy guy." After the screen went dark when
the last man had finished, Carol nearly drug Brad to their big bed.  She
didn't bother to turn down the covers, but, stretched out on the quilted
spread and begged for him to fuck her hard, "like the men in the video." He
couldn't have been more surprised when after they had both reached powerful
climaxes she said, "want to watch it again?"

   "Hey man," Darrel said smiling, "are you still with me?  Penny for your
thoughts."

   "Sorry, Darrel.  Just thinking about last night.  Carol talked about
what the woman must have been feeling.  She never said that was something
that she wanted to do, however."

   "Of course she didn't say that.  It will take time and a plan to bring
that out of her, but, I'm sure we can do it, what do you say?"

   "Look Darrel.  We'll both end up disappointed.  I just know.  It's not
that I'm negative, but, face it, the facts aren't on our side.  Carol went
to Catholic schools.  The nuns did a real number on her.  We've been
married for more than twenty years and she has never even kissed another
man.  Now you're talking this nonsense about fucking thirty black men, one
after the other, within six months."

   "I'm confident that we can do it, but, only if you want it done."

   "Darrel, all of the projects that we work on here have a reasonable
probability of success.  I'm afraid this one just doesn't."

   "What can it hurt to try?"

   Brad knew that was the real question.  "So what are your thoughts on
this?" He asked, realizing that he sounded like they were talking about a
project at work.

   Darrel chuckled and said, "look, I know we have a long way to go to make
this happen.  There are a lot of things that have to be done that don't
really concern Carol's willingness, oh like, like finding a place and
finding thirty black guys.  That won't be easy.  I can work on that while
you continue to work on Carol.  I think you're farther along than you do on
that score.  We have the holidays coming up so I don't expect we can
accomplish much until the first of the year.  If everything goes according
to plan, we should have everything arranged by March or April."

   "Come on Darrel.  Your part of all of this sounds pretty easy to me.  I
don't think you would have any trouble at all finding thirty guys, black or
white, who would want to fuck Carol.  As for a place, there are motels,
swing clubs, someone's home, we can rent a hall, you name it.  Can't be a
great big challenge if you ask me."

   "Oh, I think you're right about that," Darrel quickly agreed.  "I wasn't
saying that I wouldn't help with Carol's big conversion, hell, I'll do
anything you want me to do, I just don't know what that would be right now.
Have to give it some more thought."

   "Darrel, if we go forward with this, I have to be super cautious.  While
I have these crazy fantasies, I would never do anything to hurt our
marriage.  I can't tell you how much I love Carol.  Without her, life
wouldn't be worth living."

   "Man, you haven't told me anything that I didn't already know.  If Carol
is as hot as you say, and I'm sure she is, my guess is that the project
would make her love you even more.  Hell, you would be giving her a present
that most women couldn't even dream about."

   "You're rationalizing, Darrel.  Everything you just said may be true,
but, there is a risk to this and you know it." His protests seemed feeble
even to him.  He knew yesterday that if there was ever any chance to make
something like this happen, well he would just take the risk.  He also knew
that as hot as Carol got when she watched the video and recalling what she
said, that there was a chance Darrel may be right.  The only question was,
how could he talk her into doing it in just a few months when he hadn't had
any success in two years?

   "So it sounds like you think the project may be a good idea, right?"
Asked Darrel.

   "Sure it's a good idea, I just don't know what more I can do to get her
to agree.  I've told you that she won't even think about fucking one white
guy."

   "Look, I can try to find more videos like the one all three of us like
so much.  We can feed her a steady diet of them." He thought for a second
or two and then said, "I'll be willing to bet you that when you get home
tonight she will have watched the video again."

   He remembered that he left the piece of paper on the stand next to the
computer with the URL and the directions that Darrel had jotted down
yesterday.  He too wondered if she would be tempted to take another look at
the video with the insatiable woman.

   Just fifteen minutes away from Brad's office, in the big old house on
Trammel Lane, Carol couldn't get the fabulous night she had enjoyed with
her husband out of her head.  She knew that the video had added a new
dimension to their love making.  She saw how much It turned Brad on, but,
was shocked when she asked him why it made him so hot and he responded, "I
can't help thinking that you are the woman in the video.  Sorry baby, but,
that's the truth.  I would love it if you could enjoy yourself as much as
she did."

   "She did have fun, no doubt about that, but, Brad, I'm not her."

   "No, you're not her.  You're much more beautiful than she is and much
sexier."

   "Oh, you . . ."

   "I'm not kidding Carol and you know it."

   "Well if you want to fantasize about it that's okay, just don't get your
hopes up, buster." she said playfully as she poked him in the ribs.  "I
don't think I could ever do what she did," she added thoughtfully, seeming
to open the door, just a smidgen, which surprised him, nonetheless.

   Well, Carol reminded herself, that was last night.  This morning, she
was restless.  The big old house was empty but for her.  She had no plans
for the day which seemed to be more and more typical for her.  She was
drawn to the corner of their bedroom like a moth to a flaming candle.  She
seemed to be on autopilot as she sat down in the chair facing the computer.
In no time she was on the site whose address was written on the slip of
paper on the stand.  This time she didn't go directly to the video but
experimented and found that she could navigate to thousands of other free
videos.  This site was so much better than the ones that she and Brad had
visited in the past.  Not only did the variety seem endless, but, they came
up lightning fast.  As she became familiar with how the site was organized,
it seemed to her as if everyday, dozens of new clips were posted.  Some
were women with women, most were women with one or more men.  There were
white and black men and women.  She saw that many of the clips were from
Europe, some from South America, but, most were from the US.

   That day Carol spent more than three hours at the computer and ended by
viewing the video that she and Brad had watched the night before.  She felt
very guilty about wasting so much time, and even more guilty because of the
feelings that watching the salacious videos had brought out in her.  Brad
wasn't there and it was his idea that they watch the porn together to heat
up their love lives.  Now, she had been watching alone for the first time
in her life and getting very turned on.  She had mixed feelings.  A part of
her hated the women in the videos and what they were doing.  Another part,
that she tried her very best to suppress, envied them.

   Twice during the time she watched the videos she used her fingers to
bring herself off.  That was something she seldom did because there was no
need for her to do that.  Brad's fingers, his tongue, and especially his
cock were always there to take care of her sexual needs.  But, just maybe,
her sexual needs were greater than she had realized, she thought for the
first time as she rationalized her behavior.

   October raced by with a Football game scheduled every Friday or Saturday
night.  Before they knew it the holidays were upon them.  Thanksgiving,
when all the family gathered at their home including: Brad's parents and
two of his siblings, started the very busy, festive season for the Taylors.
Darrel and Ruthie came over after thanksgiving dinner and enjoyed dessert
with them.  Then it was back to college for the two oldest kids, even if
just for a few weeks, before the Christmas' break.

   To Brad, it seemed as if the project had been placed on hold.  Little
did he know that Darrel had been very busy during the same period when he
had been consumed with shopping, decorating the house, buying the perfect
freshly cut tree, picking kids up at the airport, addressing and mailing
cards and the thousand other things that were always a part of his holiday
season.

   Chapter 4

   It was the first day back at work in the new year when Darrel said,
"well I think we should get back to work on the project as our number one
priority, don't you?"

   "Three months have elapsed," answered Brad, "just three more to go if
we're going to make this happen on schedule."

   "It's all up to you pal," said Darrel.  "Actually, I'm much farther
along than I've reported to you on my part of the deal.  I've found this
place in Columbus.  It's a swinger's club called club B&W that caters to
interracial couples.  A pal of mine, guy named William, goes there and he
talked with the couple that own the place.  They can get thirty hung black
guys on short notice and have offered to make their place available as the
scene of the crime," he said with a chuckle..

   "So tell me about this club B&W."

   "Like I said, it's in Columbus, an hour and a half drive up I-71, as if
you didn't know how to get to Columbus.  This couple is building a big
house but now the parties are held every month in their apartment.  I think
they actually started in Cleveland.  Anyway, they have a party scheduled
for this Friday, I thought you should talk with Carol about going.  What do
you say?"

   "Wow!  This Friday, that's kind of short notice.  I don't know if she's
ready."

   "Nothing has to happen.  I just thought this would be an important step.
Like I said, she wouldn't have to do anything.  Just being there and
watching others in person would be a hell of a lot better than watching the
videos.  At least that's what I think."

   "Darrel, there's no doubt you're right about that.  Just remember,
Carol's never even seen another guy fucking in the flesh.  She might freak
out or, more likely, refuse to go anyway."

   "Can't hurt to ask her."

   "I will.  Tonight in bed, probably when I'm between her legs, I'll tell
her I would like to go."

   That was exactly the way it turned out.  That night they started fooling
around, which seemed to be a daily occurrence, not just two or three times
a week as it had been before the project had been initiated.  The fooling
around, the kissing touching and exploring led to what they both loved the
best, Carol on her back with her long legs spread as wide as possible with
Brad between them.  They were connected by his penis which penetrated her
juicy pussy.  The friction of their opposing movements stimulated them more
than anything else.  Both had been talking more during intercourse than
they had before that day when they watched the video for the first time
together.  Now, three months later, they had watched the video together
dozens of times and never tired of it.  Carol, however, had watched it more
than Brad because she watched it many times when he was at work, and, then
again, when he returned and they watched it together.

   "Oh baby you feel so good.  Like warm butter on velvet wrapped around
and massaging my dick."

   "Brad, honey I . . .  I can't tell you how much I love to fuck you . . .
how much I love to fuck."

   "Darrel told me today that a friend of his goes to this place in
Columbus, I guess it's a swinger's club or something like that.  They
apparently . . .  oh shit, baby, don't squeeze me or I'll come too soon."
He caught his breath and continued, "Lay still for a second, okay?  I'll
just soak in your cunt while I tell you about this place."

   "Okay, I'll be a good girl," Carol said, though she could barely talk
because she was panting so heavily.

   "Anyway, they hold these parties once a month and they're having one
this Friday, Darrel thought we might be interested in going.  What do you
think?

   This wasn't the first time that Brad had talked with her about going to
a swing club.  He would always tell her that they didn't have to do
anything, just check it out.  He would remind her, even more often since
they started watching the video - and she had unknowingly become the
project of her husband and his friend - that if they enjoyed watching
videos so much, "just imagine how great it would be to see the real thing."

   "Brad, I've told you over and over that I'm not interested in that."

   "I know you have, however, until now it has all been theoretical.  I
didn't know of a place or a time when a party would be held, now I do.  I
really would like to go.  It's far enough away that we wouldn't know
anyone. Well," he corrected himself, "we wouldn't know anyone but Darrel."

   "Darrel?  He plans on coming too?"

   "Why not?"

   "Surely, Ruthie's not coming," she said, as more of a statement than a
question.

   "Hell no.  You know Darrel has a private life."

   "I'd be uncomfortable with Darrel there."

   "Does that mean you'll go if he doesn't go with us?"

   She paused before answering.  There was no pretense at love making for
the moment, and she felt his cock going soft inside her as the discussion
took over their thoughts.  "Like you've said before, we wouldn't have to do
anything and I can promise you that I won't do anything if we do go," she
answered.

   Her implicit agreement was like a shot in his arm.  Well, actually, it
was more like a shot in his cock, a shot that made it stone hard once
again. As he began to deeply thrust into her, she planted her feet on the
mattress and pushed up against him.  He was reminded of the woman in the
video as he looked down at the beautiful face of his wife.  She closed her
eyes and began to gasp for air.  Her moans and groans and familiar sounds
were every bit as sincere and enthusiastic as the woman in what they had
become to think of as, "their video." Within a minute they simultaneously
reached the point where there was no holding back - not that it mattered if
she held back because she was always ready for more - but for Brad when he
shot inside her and emptied his sperm in her moist cavity, it was over for
hours.  And that night it was over for Brad, the fucking was over, not the
conversation.

   For both of them the familiar afterglow was almost as good as the love
making.  Carol cradled her head on his broad shoulder and asked, "what made
you think I'd be okay if Darrel came with us?"

   "He made all the arrangements.  Also, it's an interracial club.  Guess
what, neither of us is black."

   "Oh, I didn't know."

   "Does the interracial thing bother you?"

   "You know I'm not prejudiced.  If we're just going to watch, the black
and white part wouldn't be a problem for me."

   "So, should I tell him tomorrow that we're going?"

   "If that's what you really want." She placed her chin in her hand and
said, "and, if he really wants to go and that's the only way we can get in,
then tell him we'll be happy if he joins us."

   The next morning Brad walked into Darrel's office, closed the door
behind him, placed both hands on Darrel's metal desk, leaned over and said,
"you're not going to believe it man, Carol has agreed to go to Columbus
with us on Friday."

   Darrel stood up, gave Brad a high-five and said, "that's great.  From
everything you've been telling me these past months I've thought she was
much closer to doing this than you thought she was.  I'll call my friend
and have him set everything up."

   The morning for both men was fairly typical; though Darrel had been busy
on non-company business by making and receiving several cell phone calls to
and from his friend William.  It was at lunch, seated at a table for two in
the corner of the huge cafeteria, that Darrel broke the news to Brad about
what he had learned during the several phone calls.  "We've got a problem
with Friday night," he said in a voice not much above a whisper, though
with the noise in the cafeteria, he probably didn't need to even lower his
voice.

   "Did you talk with your buddy."

   "Yeah, I did and that's the problem."

   "Go on, tell me about it."

   "It's a fucking shame because I think Carol's almost there.  Anyway, he
said that we can't go as a threesome because they don't allow single guys
on party nights like the one scheduled for Friday . . ."

   "Oh shit, I'm sorry man.  I know how much you wanted to go with us."

   "Let me finish.  Like I said they don't allow single guys at this
couples only party.  Also, the couple has to be interracial.  Black woman,
white man or black man white woman."

   "Fuck!  That's too bad.  I thought it would be great to get Carol there.
And, who knows, in spite of everything she said about not doing anything
there, once things got going maybe she would get going too."

   Both men were somber as they finished the rest of their meals in near
silence.  How does it go Brad asked himself, oh yes, "the best laid plans .
. .  " He had a hard time concentrating on the company project that he was
working on that afternoon.  He found himself thinking more and more about
the special, private project that had nearly consumed himself and Darrel.
Finally, after pondering about every combination he could imagine, he
thought that he might have an answer so he walked into Darrel's office and
asked, "got a minute?"

   "Sure do.  What's on your mind?"

   "I really want Carol to go to the party on Friday.  If I can't go with
her, then maybe you should take her."

   Darrel had thought the very same thing but sure wasn't going to bring it
up.  "I don't have a problem with that.  And, I'm sure that it would
advance our project, but, what about Carol?"

   "Who knows?  I could never have imagined that she would consider going
under any circumstance.  Maybe, just maybe, if I'm careful about how I
present this idea, on Friday she might ride with you to Columbus, go to the
party and watch lots of people fucking."

   "Brad, you need to think about this.  What are my limits?  I think Carol
is the most beautiful and the hottest woman on the planet.  Being with her
at a fuck party without you, well man, I need to know what you expect of
me."

   "That's fair enough.  As you know very well, I've been working on this
long before we initiated the project.  Now, things are actually moving. 
Darrel, there aren't any limits on what you can do.  Oh, of course I don't
want her to have to do something she doesn't want to do.  Other than that,
take it as far as you can.  If she agrees to go, I expect you to tell me
everything that happens."

   Brad was surprised when Darrel actually stuck his big hand out and said,
"you've got a deal.  I guess I should say we've got a deal," he said,
laughing nervously as the two conspirators shook hands.

   That night on the big bed, in the master bedroom, in the old house on
Trammel Lane, it was Carol who brought up the subject of the party on
Friday night.  Like the night before and most recent nights before that,
she was still sweaty from their half hour session of wild sex when she
asked, "so did Darrel make the arrangements for the party?"

   Without beating around the bush Brad said, "we've got a problem.  I
should have told you when I got home from work.  Darrel talked to his
friend and found out that single men can't attend."

   "Oh that's too bad for Darrel.  I had actually come to accept the fact
that I would have a handsome man on each arm at the party."

   "Not so fast honey.  Remember I told you that this was an interracial
party?"

   "I remember."

   "Well, the couple has to be interracial."

   "I don't understand.  I guess that means no party on Friday then."

   "Not necessarily," Brad said softly.

   Carol propped herself up on her elbow, her brow was furled and then,
suddenly, it dawned on her.  "You're thinking of Darrel and me?"

   "Why not?"

   "Brad, I didn't even want to go in the first place.  And Darrel, well .
. .  well Darrel's like a brother."

   "Think about what you just said Carol.  You were very specific when you
said, `you didn't want to go,' doesn't that suggest that after you thought
about it you now want to go?  And . . .  "

   "Okay, okay maybe you're right . . .  "

   "Let me finish baby.  And, if you really don't want to do anything, then
going with someone you think of as a brother is about the safest thing I
can think of.  I would be willing to bet anything that if I was there, we
would fuck, and maybe even in front of other people."

   Carol was silent and Brad thought it best to let her digest what he had
said.  Finally she asked, "So you really want me to go to the party in
Columbus with Darrel?  You really want your wife and your best friend to
drive a hundred miles to a swinger's club and, at the very least, watch
what goes on there?"

   "Yeah baby, that is what I'm saying."

   "What if Darrel get's excited?"

   "What if he does?"

   "Com on Brad, don't answer a question with a question.  You know exactly
what I mean.  What if your buddy wants to kiss me?"

   "There's no doubt about that.  He does want to kiss you.  I've told you
that we've talked about the videos.  He's my friend, Carol, we've talked
about nearly everything, but, I've told you all of that before.  I'd be
okay with him kissing you."

   "And, if he wanted to do more?"

   "I've never made it a secret from you, Carol.  If he wanted to do more
and you wanted to do more, then that would be okay with me too.  What
should I tell him when I see him at work tomorrow?"

   "What do you want to tell him?"

   "I want to tell him that we talked it over and that you want to go to
the party in Columbus with him on Friday."

   "All right," she said so softly he could hardly hear her.

   Even though it had only been a few minutes earlier when Brad stiffened
and emptied his balls in his beautiful wife's warm, wet vagina, he found
himself getting hard just by hearing two words.  But the words meant much
more than all right, they meant that for the first time in her life she
would go out with another man.  She implicitly agreed that she might kiss
him and that she might do more than kiss him.  She agreed that the place
where all of this might happen would be in an apartment in the city where
they went to college and that they would be watching other couples of mixed
races in the throes of passion.  All of this caused him to pull her to him
and wedge his body against hers.  And then, he was in her for the second
time in a very few minutes.

   "MMMMM.  Looks like someone got turned on.  Wonder why?" She murmured.
Then they talking stopped.

   Brad found himself smiling even though he was fighting a near blizzard
on his drive to work the next morning.  The trip usually lasted for ten to
fifteen minutes.  This morning, it took him a half an hour, but, that
didn't seem to bother Brad at all.  Today, nothing was going to bother him.

   He was actually whistling when he hung up his top coat and made his way
to Darrel's office.  "Guess what Darrel?"

   "You got me, what?"

   "You've got a date Friday night with a gorgeous brunette."

   "I can hardly believe it.  Remember, Brad, it was just three months ago
when you said there was no chance of Carol doing what the video gal did?"

   "I remember all right, you don't need to remind me.  But, we're still a
long way from making that happen.  I'm not sure we've really made anything
happen yet.  She has agreed to go with you to the party, nothing more than
that."

   The days seemed to whiz by for Darrel, Brad and especially for Carol. 
She kept busy doing the things that girls do as they prepare for a date. 
For her, this would be her only date with a man, other than her husband,
since she was sixteen.  Her dates before she met Brad, however, were never
with men, but, with boys.  She had asked Brad what she should wear.  Even
though he wouldn't be there, she wanted him to be a part of this, oh this .
. .  what would one call it, "an adventure," she finally decided, fit the
situation perfectly.  She seldom visited the beauty parlor, but, that week
she did.  They tried to sell her on the idea of cutting her hair short,
but, she resisted and left with a new, looser, sexier style that was not so
very different from what she did herself for special occasions.  They also
nearly begged her to have a French manicure and pedicure, but, she insisted
that the crimson shade Brad loved so much, would cover each nail on her
fingers and toes.  Also, she sure didn't want her nails to be shaped
square, that was just too masculine for her, no matter how hip it was. 
And, every night she and Brad made frantic love with him whispering in her
ear what could happen to her at the party, actually, what he wanted to
happen to her at the party.

   She bought a little black cocktail dress that she thought would be just
perfect for the Friday night.  The hem fell to just above her knees.  The
bodice showed just a hint of cleavage, not that she had that much to show
anyway.  She didn't plan to wear a bra or panties because Brad hated them,
but that sort of changed on Thursday.

   Darrel had been talking with his friend William everyday about Friday
night, but, somehow the subject of what the people wore at the party didn't
come up until Thursday afternoon.  "The guys can wear their skivvies or a
towel wrapped around their waist after eleven o'clock, the women usually
wear lingerie, some go naked."

   When Darrel told that to Brad, Brad thought that it might be a problem
and for a few minutes it was when he called her cell phone.  "Carol, Darrel
was talking with his friend, William, earlier today and learned that the
women have to wear lingerie after dinner."

   "How come he just found out?  Maybe I shouldn't go," she said without a
lot of conviction, because for days she found herself actually looking
forward to the adventure in Columbus.

   "Panties and a bra aren't that much different than a bikini."

   "Oh you men," she said mildly exasperated.  "One is for swimming at the
beach and the other is to make guys hot and want to fuck us.  That's a big
difference I would say.  What if we just left right after dinner?"

   "I imagine Darrel, and probably all of the other men there too, would be
very disappointed."

   Finally, they decided that she would wear a black teddy.  She hoped that
the lights would be low because her teddy was pretty transparent.  However,
when she thought of the woman in their video - and she thought about her a
lot - she remembered that during the first half of the film she wore a
teddy that was unsnapped at the crotch and pulled down below her breasts.
The woman's teddy, that she wore in the video, was white, while her's would
be black.

   It was tense at work that Friday.  It was Darrel who said at the end of
the day, "looks to me like we're ahead of schedule on our project."

   "You might say that," Brad replied.  "We'll know a lot more in
twenty-four hours than we do now about our project."

   Chapter 5

   At five, Carol ran a hot tub.  As she stepped into the steaming water,
she realized that while she and the video gal had a lot in common, there
was one thing that was different; the woman was shaved bare while she had a
patch of pubic hair above the cleft of her pussy.  As she shaved her legs
and underarms she wondered if she should remove the hair on her vulva to be
more like the woman in the video.  Finally, she decided against it.  The
little bit of thin, sparse, dark hair made her feel feminine.  Also, she
knew that Brad loved it just like it was.  So, like always, she carefully
shaved the sides and between her legs.  She wanted to touch the sensitive
little bud that always, these days, wanted to peek out from its hood and
play, but, she didn't.

   After she stepped into the tissue paper thin black teddy, wiggled and
pulled it up over her ass and boobs, she adjusted the tiny shoulder straps
and then put on the black, cocktail dress.  She was reminded that the
little frock was more suited for summer evenings rather than bitter cold
winter nights as she slipped it on over her squeaky clean and perfumed body
that seemed to be glowing.  She hadn't worn pantyhose for several years
because Brad hated them.  He liked stockings and garter belts, but, they
just wouldn't work with the teddy, she told herself.  Then, she stepped
into a pair of her highest heel, black patent leather pumps that she knew
Brad loved.  The only jewelry that adorned her body was the band of gold on
the third finger of her left hand that had been there since their wedding
day.  When Brad came home she was sitting in front of the vanity mirror in
their bathroom doing her makeup.  Darrel was picking her up at seven, that
left her with half an hour.

   As she pursed her lips and applied a coat of red lipstick, Brad walked
into the bathroom and said, "Carol, you are a living wet dream."

   "What a thing to say to your wife," she responded with a smile letting
him know that what he had said was exactly the right thing.

   "Stand up and give me a twirl."

   "Hang on a sec, let me finish up here.  Why don't you pour us a drink. I
need something to take the edge off before I jump out of my skin."

   Ten minutes later she walked into the family room where Brad sat on the
old, comfortable brown couch with an icy drink in his hand.  She didn't sit
by him, but, stood before him, "is that for me?" she asked as she leaned
over and picked up the drink from the coffee table that he had mixed for
her.

   "Nope, it's for my girl friend.  She's coming over the second you leave
and I want to get her drunk so I can jump her bones."

   "Oh, Brad, please don't tease about that.  I want to be the only girl
for you."

   He knew she was as serious as serious can be.  As he looked up at her
with loving eyes, he said, "oh, baby, oh my sweet baby, that's something
you will never have to worry about.  You will always be the only girl for
me." After he took a sip of his drink he said, "now, I think you owe me a
twirl."

   She laughed, set her drink down, stepped back, did a spin, faced him and
placed her hands on her hips.  "How was that?"

   "Beautiful, just beautiful.  Now lift up your skirt."

   "She held the hem in each hand and lifted it about an inch, teasing him.

   "Come on, baby, you know what I want."

   And she did know what he wanted.  She lifted until the hem was around
her waist revealing, to his gaze, the very high cut teddy that completely
left bare each hip.  "Is that better?" She asked in a husky voice.  "Can
you see too much?"

   "That is better and I can't imagine how anyone could ever see too much
of you.  Don't worry about it," he said realizing that her trimmed pubic
patch and just a hint of the cleft below it, could easily be seen through
the gossamer cloth.  He knew that the same cloth covered her perky boobs
and small, very sensitive nipples, each surrounded by areolas of nearly the
same shade of skin.  No matter how dim the lighting at the party in
Columbus, if she did remove her dress after dinner, everyone would see what
only he had seen before.  He felt himself becoming aroused just thinking
about it.

   Darrel was just a few minutes away from the house on Trammel Lane.  He
was glad that the weather had improved.  Though it was very cold outside,
inside the candy apple, red Corvette, it was toasty warm.  When he turned
fifty, the first thing he did was buy the powerful sports car.  Ruthie
didn't talk with him for a week after he brought it home.  "You're like a
kid going through puberty for the second time," she hollered, "you know we
can't afford that." He knew that she was partially right.  He found himself
thinking about every girl he had ever fucked and longed once again for
those feelings residing in his distant past that had been so exciting to
him when he was younger.  A few years ago, he discovered porn and found
that watching it gave him a boost that was next best to actually doing what
he was watching.  He was so glad that his best friend and office mate
seemed to like the same things he did.  Even though Brad was ten years
younger than he was, they seemed to be kindred souls.  They talked about
everything including their sex lives.  His had become non-existent at home
while Brad's was every man's dream.  The perfect wife, great kids and an
okay but very secure job.  The perfect wife is what Darrel envied and he
made no secret about that when they had their conversations.  And now he
was on his way to their house to pick up the perfect wife of his friend. 
Maybe dreams do come true after all, he thought, as he pulled up in the
driveway of the big, old house on Trammel Lane.

   Carol dropped her skirt and said, "sounds like Darrel's early.  I'll get
my coat."

   Brad didn't wait for the doorbell, he opened the door about the same
time Darrel, whose misty breath warmed the chill-night air, stepped on the
porch.  In the foyer, Brad turned around and helped his wife put on her
best winter coat.

   It was an awkward moment as the three friends stood in the entry. 
Finally, it was Brad who said, "well drive carefully, Darrel, and don't do
anything that I wouldn't do."

   "Carol stepped into her husband's arms, kissed him on the lips, then
whispered in his ear, "what does that mean?"

   He leaned down, whispering back in her ear and said, "exactly what you
think it means.  It's okay if you do nothing and it's okay if you do
everything and everyone."

   She pulled back, looked at him and said, "I love you Brad.  Wish you
could come with us."

   Darrel was uncomfortable witnessing the goodbye ritual and was looking
down at his feet.  Finally, Carol turned from her husband, and said to
Darrel, "Okay, I'm ready to go." Both men wondered what, exactly, she meant
by that.  Did it mean anything more than I'm ready to go outside and get in
your car?

   As Darrel held the passenger door open to the low, powerful car with its
engine still running, he said, "it's pretty warm in there, might want to
take off your coat for the trip."

   She did, tossed it in the back seat next to his coat, quickly got in and
buckled the seat belt as Darrel closed her door.  She soon realized that
the low seats made it almost impossible to keep most of her thighs covered
by the skirt of her dress which wanted to slip back.  Finally, as the car
backed out of the driveway, she knew that she couldn't ride all the way to
Columbus pulling at the bottom of her dress to keep most of her legs
covered.  Within a few miles most of her gorgeous legs were uncovered,
which wasn't lost on Darrel.

   "You look beautiful tonight, Carol."

   "Thanks Darrel," she said as she smiled at him.  Before they had gone
very far she was wondering if this wasn't all a terrible mistake.  The wise
thing to do, she told herself, would be to have Darrel take her home
immediately.  But she didn't tell him to do that.  She knew that he and
Brad would be very disappointed if she didn't at least go the party.  She
also knew, that she was very curious about what happened at parties like
the one to which they were driving.  It didn't take long for them to turn
onto I-71.  She couldn't count the number of times that she and Brad had
driven to Columbus over the years.  During their college years it was back
and forth almost monthly.  After they graduated, a couple of times a year
they would attend a football game.  With the birth of each child the
frequency of their trips northeast diminished.  She realized that it had
been more than two years since she had been back to the city, almost
exactly in the center of the state, where their alma mater was located.

   "About tonight," Darrel said, "I know this wasn't something you were
crazy about doing, but, I want to thank you for going with me.  I've never
been to one of these parties either so I can't tell you very much about
what goes on."

   "Brad told me that your friend, I think he said his name is William,
said everybody has dinner and then after dinner the women have to wear
lingerie, something like that or nothing at all."

   "Yeah, that's what he told me.  Are you okay with that?"

   "I'm not sure.  I guess we could leave after dinner if we're
uncomfortable."

   "Sure we can do that," he said as he glanced at her bare thighs.

   Carol could actually feel his gaze.  For years she realized that she
knew when men were looking at her.  Well, not exactly just looking, she
thought, more like leering at her.  If she walked up a flight of stairs and
a man was behind her she could almost feel where his eyes were looking and
most of the time it wasn't at her shoulders, her back, or her feet, but, at
her ass.  Now Darrel tried his best not to be obvious, but, even though she
was looking straight ahead, she could feel his gaze on her thighs and then
as it moved up to the juncture that was nearly revealed to him.  Pulling at
her hem wouldn't accomplish much, she knew, and wouldn't help for hardly
anytime at all anyway so she did nothing.  Her hands were in her lap but
that wasn't quite right either because there isn't any such thing as a lap,
really, her hands were resting on her pussy.  If they were not there, the
skirt of her black cocktail dress would ride higher and higher until the
cloth of her black teddy came into Darrel's view.

   "If we stay after dinner, I'm told it can get pretty rough."

   That caught Carol's attention.  "What do you mean by rough?"

   "Oh, sorry.  That probably wasn't the best choice of words.  I didn't
mean violent or anything like that.  It's not an S&M club.  I just meant
that there will be lots of action.  You know . . .  I mean sexual
activity."

   "Yeah, I know that.  Brad told me." She was quiet for a moment.  Because
the radio wasn't on, the only sounds that could be heard were the droning
of the engine and their own breathing.  "Brad tells me everything and I
guess he also tells you everything."

   "We're pretty tight.  I don't keep secrets from him and I don't think he
keeps many secrets from me either.  Does that bother you?" he asked.

   "It embarrasses me.  I know that you know that we've watched the video
with the pretty woman and all of those men.  I think it must be German.  I
know that you know that he wants me to do things like she does that I can't
imagine myself doing.  And, we're in a car that minute by minute is taking
us closer to a wild party that he wants me to attend with you."

   "Carol, I sure don't want you to be uncomfortable or embarrassed.  I
want you to be excited."

   "Well, guess what, I'm uncomfortable, embarrassed a little frightened
but also very excited."

   Chapter 6

   Brad tried as best he could to relax.  Yet he found the time just
inching by.  It seemed like it had been hours since he saw the red Corvette
back out of his drive but he saw that it had been less than one hour.  This
is going to be a very, very long night he thought.  He wished that Tim was
home so they could do something together, but he hardly ever was anymore.
If it wasn't a game, it was a party at someone's house, or a date.  Usually
when he came home his parents were fast asleep.  Tonight would be no
different.  Well, maybe it would be a little different because when he did
come home, his father certainly wouldn't be fast asleep because he was too
nervous and excited, nor would his mother be fast asleep because she
wouldn't be home, she would be at a party a hundred miles away near the
university that Tim hoped to attend on a football scholarship.

   Because Darrel had driven much faster than the speed limit, they were
approaching the outskirts of Columbus much more quickly than for any of
Carol's previous trips.  "Hey honey," Darrel said with a familiarity that
was unsettling to her, "reach in the glove box and hand me the slip of
paper on top.  It has the directions to the party.  I think we're about
fifteen minutes away which should be perfect.  If we're there by eight
fifteen we won't be the first or the last to arrive."

   Carol had relaxed somewhat during the past half hour.  Her folded hands
had left her lap.  Her right hand was behind her head and her left hand was
resting on her warm thigh.  Sure enough, the hem of the dress had ridden
further up until the juncture of her slightly parted thighs, barely covered
by the flimsy garment, was revealed to the eyes of a man, other than her
husband's eyes, for the first time.  Darrel thought it was the most
beautiful thing, next to her perfect face, that he had ever seen in his
life and that included what he had seen in videos.

   As the red sports car got closer to its destination, its occupants
became more nervous and excited.  A hundred miles to the southwest, Carol's
husband also grew more restless.  He knew that soon, his beautiful wife
would be in a strange apartment surrounded by strangers.  This wouldn't be
the first time for her to be in a strange apartment, surrounded by
strangers, because over the years she had attended many work-related
parties with him, but, it would be the first time that the party goers were
getting together for the sole purpose of having sex with someone other than
their date, or spouse.  This was something that Brad had thought about for
several years and had been discussing with Carol, without any success until
recently, for two years.  In his fantasy, he was always there.  It was
always his hand intertwined with hers.  He was the one who would kiss her
and make her hot.  It was his hot breath in her ear and his soft voice
urging her to do something that was against her upbringing.  His finger
would caress her swollen breasts and gently touch her legs and the spot
between them that always got wet in anticipation of his entry.  It was
always him who helped her take off her clothes and urged her to let herself
go and have fun.  But tonight he wouldn't be there with her.  Reality
seemed to be different for him than what he had dreamed.

   Darrel followed the detailed directions and parked the car in the
designated area.  "Ready?" he asked.

   "No.  Honestly, I don't know if I ever will be," she said as she
unbuckled her seatbelt, turned around, leaned over the seat to retrieve her
coat and at the same time his.

   The interior light was on in the car and Darrel had a view of the most
perfect ass he had ever seen.  Both cheeks were completely bare and at the
top a black, gauzy-like piece of cloth plunged between them.  As she turned
around and handed him his coat he said, "thanks.  Thanks for the coat and
even more thanks for the fantastic view."

   "Oh you . . ." she said while blushing and smoothing down her dress. 
She did, however, appreciate his compliment.  She knew he would look, and
she had a pretty good idea of what he would see, so why, why did she do it?
It was so unlike her and yet everything she had been doing for the past few
months was so unlike the old Carol Taylor and it worried her.

   In no time they were back inside the warmth of a building and lightly
knocking on what Darrel hoped was the right door.  It was opened by a very
pretty black woman who identified herself as Alisha.  She wore a colorful
long gown with slits up both sides.  She took their coats, quickly returned
and asked them to join her in a small room off the entry.  "Sit down, sit
down, make yourselves comfortable.  I want you to feel at home here.  Now,
because I know everyone who is here," she paused and laughed at her own
remark, "you have to be William's friends, Carol and Darrel, right?"

   "Right," Darrel replied.

   "I think you know there is a donation expected for the evening," she
said addressing Darrel.  "Also, this is a members only, very private party
so I'd like you to read this and sign at the bottom," their friendly
hostess said as she handed a clipboard and a pen to Carol.

   Carol didn't really read what she was supposed to, she just signed next
to one of the Xs and passed the pen and clipboard to Darrel.  She noticed
that her hands were shaking and realized it was becoming harder for her to
breath.  Darrel did the same thing she had done, sign without reading,
unless he was the world's fastest reader.

   "Good, now that's out of the way let me tell you about tonight.  Girl,"
she said as she turned toward Carol and gave her a smile that could light
up a room, "I can guess that you must be jumpin out of your skin.  I know I
sure was at my first party."

   "You're not wrong about that," Carol said returning Alisha's smile.

   A white man walked in carrying a flute of champagne in each hand and
offered them to Carol and Darrel.  "I'm Stan," he said, "welcome.  Hope you
have a great time tonight." Then he turned and left them.

   "Okay, so tonight the next couple of hours will be like every party
you've ever attended.  Well, maybe a little better than the other parties
you have attended.  We're real careful about who gets in here.  There's not
a dud in the house if you know what I mean.  Everyone's as cool as cool can
be and very interesting.  Not everyone's arrived yet, within half an hour
we'll have more than twenty couples here.  The bar's open so I suggest you
mingle like you would at any cocktail party.  Then, we'll have dinner.  The
tables are all set with eight people at a table.  I've already arranged the
seating so just look for your names.  Any questions so far?"

   Both Darrel and Carol nodded their heads no and each took another sip of
the cool, delicious, golden bubbly liquid.

   "After dinner the women go into one bedroom and get down to undies, a
towel or nothing at all, that's up to them.  Same for the guys in another
room.  You okay with that?" She asked looking only at Carol.

   Carol remembered that she had thought about leaving after dinner and
told both Darrel and her husband what she had been thinking.  Now, though,
didn't seem to be time to say anything about leaving after dinner so she
just said, "I understand."

   "Good, that's good.  Okay, you'll find this place is much bigger than
you would think.  Somehow people pair up.  There's a small dance floor but
frankly, here there's not much vertical dancing," she said laughing at her
own wit.  "The dinner tables in the main room disappear quickly and quietly
and are replaced with mattresses and pillows.  Also, there are three
bedrooms for those who want a little privacy and nooks and crannies all
over the place.  The party ends when it ends.  Sometimes that's four in the
morning and sometimes its well into the next day."

   Again, Alisha turned to Carol and said, "tonight is our regular party
for interracial couples only."

   "Darrel and my husband, Brad, explained that."

   "I'm glad they did.  Also, on other nights we sometimes host special,
very special parties so if you're interested in that just let me know.  We
can arrange anything.  And I do mean anything."

   Carol was at a complete loss.  She didn't have any idea what Alisha was
talking about.  Shit, thought Darrel, this chick is going to blow
everything.  He knew she was talking about what he, William and Brad had
been working on, the thirty hung, black man gangbang for Carol, the
project.

   "Let's go into the other room and meet some of the people," said Alisha
as she stood up and led them into a room that was much larger than one
would expect in an apartment in Columbus, Ohio.  There were comfortable
chairs and sofas against the walls and in the middle of the room three
round tables, set with seating for eight.  They would soon learn that there
were two more identical tables set up in an adjacent room.  In one corner
of the room was a fully stocked bar with a small crowd of people, two deep,
standing in front of it.  Even though Alisha had warned them that not
everyone had arrived, the room already seemed very crowded to Carol.

   When they walked in, a large black man with a bald head saw them and
made a bee line straight for them.  "Darrel, my man, welcome." Then he
turned to Carol, put a hand on each of her bare shoulders, looked down at
her and said, "you've gotta be sweet Carol." Then, he planted a big wet
kiss on her lips.  When he broke the kiss he said, "I'm William."

   "Hi William, nice to meet you.  I've got to catch my breath, Thanks for
making all of the arrangements for us," she said being what she thought was
appropriately polite.

   "No problem beautiful, no problem at all.  Guys, I gotta get back to my
chick but I'll meet up with you at dinner.  We're seated next to each other
at that table there," he said pointing to the nearest table.

   For the next hour they mingled and met most everyone and the few who
arrived after they did.  Alisha was right.  There was a great variety. 
People from every walk of life.  Professionals and those who worked with
their hands for a living, all equal at the party.  Carol thought that there
were more black women with white men than white women with black men which,
for some reason, surprised her.  Suddenly, it was time to eat.  William sat
on her right and Darrel on her left.

   The food was great.  Carol thought that the dinner must have been
catered.  Midway during the dinner, William leaned closer to her and said,
"so Carol, tell me what you think of this?"

   "Everyone's been nice.  The food is great.  So far it's been fine."

   "The best part is yet to come, trust me."

   "That's what I'm told."

   "Are you going to let me fuck you?"

   "I beg your pardon," said the housewife who quickly set her fork down
and turned toward William with a surprised look on her beautiful face.

   "You heard me, are you going to fuck me?"

   "William, I know what kind of a party this is, but, I've never been
asked that question before in my life.  Well, maybe my husband has asked it
. . .  anyway, you took me by surprise.  I haven't been thinking of that."

   "Well let me tell you," he whispered, "there isn't anything in the world
that I would rather do right now than fuck you," he said as he pressed the
side of his leg against hers and placed his big left hand on her bare
thigh.

   "Slow down, slow down, okay?  Let's just finish our dinner and see what
happens." Carol thought it was almost like fending off a drunk at one of
her husband's Christmas parties.  She knew, however, that William wasn't
drunk and she also knew that she wasn't at a Christmas party of a Fortune
100 corporation, so his question wasn't really inappropriate.  Furthermore,
she didn't know how to answer because she honestly didn't know what to say.
Before the night was over would she fuck William or Darrel or both men or
the several other men who had let her know, although more subtlety than
William just had, that they too sure wanted to spend time with her after
dinner?

   While William was hitting on her, Alisha, who was seated on Darrel's
left was quietly and seriously talking with him.  "Look Darrel, if this is
what you and her husband want, then we can make it happen.  However, I need
to be sure that it is also what she wants.  I've never seen a more
beautiful woman.  Before she leaves, I hope not until the end of the party,
she has to tell me to make the arrangements.  Looks like William is working
on her.  Does she even know about your project?"

   "She sure knows that her husband wants her to fuck other guys.  She also
knows that he imagines that this hot chick in a fuck film, pulling a train
of nearly thirty guys, is her.  She doesn't know that we have been working
on a plan, including tonight, to loosen her up."

   "Okay, I'll talk with her later."

   Carol knew exactly what was expected after dinner.  A part of her wanted
to flee, to tell Darrel to drive the red sports car home as fast as
possible.  Another part of her thought that so far this party hadn't been
much different than every other party she had attended.  Oh, the thing with
William was different, but, it wasn't any big deal.  Now it was time to go
with the other women into a room and leave her dress, or to walk out the
door and head south.  She loved watching the video and wanted to see what
it would be like to watch real people in her presence making love.  It was
that part of her that won out.  She was very nervous as she joined several
women and walked down a hall.  They were giggling and the air was charged
with nervous excitement.  Her fingers trembled as she reached behind and
unzipped the black dress which she carefully hung on a hanger and placed in
the closet where all the other dresses, skirts and blouses would be stored
for the next few hours.

   Darrel was happily surprised that Carol hadn't said another word about
leaving after dinner.  He was wearing just his boxer shorts and self
conscious about the extra twenty-five pounds he was carrying around his
middle.  Most of the women had returned to the big room.  Like Alisha had
promised, all of the tables had been carted away and replaced by three king
size mattresses.  Dozens of pillows had been placed on the floor around the
room.  The lights had been dimmed and romantic mood music, that wasn't
overpowering, could be heard in the background.  Finally, he saw her.  She
couldn't have been lovelier.  Even in the dim light she might as well have
been nude.  No, he realized that she was even sexier than if she was nude.
The nearly transparent teddy provided a contrast to her glowing flesh which
it barely covered in her most intimate places.  Her breasts were swollen,
but, her eraser-size nipples, though not large, seemed to be as stiff as
spikes.  He had wondered if she would be completely shaven down there and
now he knew she wasn't.  Her high heels made her long legs look even longer
if that was possible.

   He walked over to her and asked, "are you okay?"

   "No I'm not okay, but I'm here."

   He handed her the drink that he had been holding for her.  "Let's find a
seat and see what happens."

   He took her hand and led her to a love seat in the corner that had a
view of all three mattresses.  Just in the last few minutes they saw that
several couples had paired up and none with the person they came with or
who was seated by them at dinner.  In no time, or so it seemed, the
lingerie was off, the boxer and briefs discarded and the kissing and
fondling began.  Within minutes women were going down on their partners,
that seemed to be the order of the day, get them hard quick.

   Carol thought this was the hottest thing she had ever seen.  It was
hotter than their video even though no one was fucking yet.  There was so
much going on all around her.  Darrel put his arm over her shoulders and
instinctively she leaned into him as she would if he had been Brad.  He
rubbed her hair and kissed her forehead.  He looked down at her and she
looked up at him and then they moved their heads slowly, painfully slowly
together until their lips touched.  Darrel couldn't believe it, he was
kissing Carol, the most perfect woman in the world, a woman he had lusted
after since the day they first met seven years ago at the company's annual
picnic.  It was Carol who parted her lips and touched his big, thick lips
with the tip of her tongue.  It was Carol's tongue that first explored
every part of her companion's mouth that it could reach.  She swabbed his
teeth, under his tongue, on top of his tongue, his inner cheeks.  She felt
his hand on her breast and was not surprised.  However, she was surprised
when she felt a hand on her thigh and knew that it couldn't be one of
Darrel's.  She wanted to see who else was touching her but she didn't, she
kept kissing Darrel.

   She couldn't have been more surprised when she had to stop kissing and
start breathing more fully again, to discover that the hand belonged to
Alisha who was nude and sitting next to her with a big smile on her face.
"Having fun, honey?"

   "You could say that," Carol replied.

   "Good that makes me happy."

   By then the fucking had started.  It seemed to Carol that all around
them white women and black women were being fucked by white men and black
men.  The women were moaning and begging, some of the men were grunting as
they pistoned into their partners.

   "Want to see something special?" Alisha asked.  She didn't even wait for
an answer but stood up held out both of her hands and took one of Darrel's
and one of Carol's hands into hers.  "Come with me," she said excitedly.

   She led them down the hall to a bedroom with the door open.  It was
crowded inside but when the people saw that it was her and the newcomers
they made way and let her lead them next to a king-size bed.  The room was
dark and it was hard to see, but, finally, Carol saw a black woman on her
back on the bed with three or four guys working on her.  One was in her
mouth, another her pussy and the third in her tight ass.  It looked as if
she was stroking the cock of another man who stood near her head.  She was
exactly like the woman in the video, cumming constantly, non-stop climaxes.
Carol envied her and then thought she must be crazy.  What am I even doing
here she asked herself.  This is wrong, she told herself.  No matter how
one might try to defend it, it's just wrong.  Nevertheless, she just stood
there.  Darrel stood behind her with his strong arms wrapped around her
waist.  One arm inched up to her breast and played with it.  The other
reached down and to the center of her being.  The fingers on that hand were
driving her crazy.  Her pussy was separated from his digits only by the
nothing of material.  He placed his lips at her ear and whispered, "unsnap
it for me baby."

   At first she didn't think she understood him correctly, then she knew
exactly what he wanted.  He didn't want even the flimsy material between
them.  He pressed against her back and she could feel the impressive bulge
that was trying to wedge itself between the cheeks of her ass.  Although
she told herself she shouldn't, she found herself pressing back against
him. With her left hand she reached between her legs, found the edge of the
material and pulled up releasing the three snaps that kept the pieces of
the teddy's gusset between her legs together.  Because they were pulled so
tightly when they pressed together, when they were released both the front
and rear pieces snapped up to her waist leaving her pussy and ass naked. 
Almost immediately, the long black forefinger was touching the little patch
of pubic hair and then it went down and cleaved the slit at the top of her
pussy.  He felt that she was very wet and it excited him to think that
perhaps he had made her hot.  When his finger came in contact with the tiny
nubbin that was nestled there and that had long ago left its hood, Carol
couldn't help it, she came.  She placed the back of her hand over her mouth
to stiffle a scream but she still let out an ohhh, ohhh mmmmm, ahhhhhh
ohhh. If they hadn't before, the attention of nearly everyone in the
bedroom was now focused on the newcomer, even more than the action on the
bed.  Darrel had dropped his drawers and now nothing was between the
gorgeous orbs and the black skin of his cock that had a slick sheen on it.

   Carol was as hot, or hotter, than she had ever been and desperately
wanted to get fucked and she would have if Alisha hadn't interrupted by
asking, "So what do you think about Brandy with the guys?"

   Carol was shaken from her feelings and realized that her hostess was
asking about the women on the bed who put the video gal to shame and was
with only three or four guys.

   "Looks like . . .  looks like, she's having fun," said Carol trying to
catch her breath and talk at the same time.

   "Oh you can count on that, she loves it.  Is that something you would
like to do?"

   For some reason Carol wasn't surprised by the question.  She pushed back
against Darrel's raging hard on to let him know that she hadn't forgotten
him and said, "I don't know.  I've only been with my husband."

   "Well what do you think about what Darrel, your husband and William are
planning for you?"

   Darrel couldn't believe his own ears.  Had this cunt actually said what
he thought she had said?  There goes three months of hard work down the
drain he thought and, worse yet, maybe a great friendship.  Then as he felt
Carol clench the cheeks of her ass as she tensed up, he was certain that it
was all over and that he would have a very chilly ride home no matter how
hot the air inside the car.

   "I don't know what you're talking about," she answered with an edge to
her voice.

   "Oh, sorry.  Maybe I'm spoiling a big surprise.  Me and my big mouth."

   Darrel felt Carol relax a bit.  He thought just maybe Alisha had said
the right thing.

   Carol knew that Darrel and Brad had been talking about her at work,
especially since they saw their video for the first time.  "Sorry, too,
Alisha but I'm not aware of any plans for me other than to come here
tonight.  If you know something I don't know, I'd like you to tell me about
it," she said quietly so as not to disturb what was happening in the middle
of the bed.

   "Come with me," Alisha said.

   Darrel bent over, pulled up his boxers and had a hard time stuffing his
shrinking cock back inside them.  Then he followed the naked Alisha and the
near naked Carol down the hall to the room they had first entered when they
arrived.  He knew that he couldn't leave them alone.  If damage control was
needed he wanted to be there.  He was sure that when Brad learned of this,
he would hit the ceiling.

   "Honey," said Alisha, "I had been told that you had a favorite video
that you watched all the time.  In the video this pretty white gal gets
stuffed over and over with cock."

   "That's true but I'm surprised you know all that."

   "Doesn't matter, but, it was William who told me about it.  I guess
Darrel must have told him."

   "Yeah, I did Carol," he admittedly sheepishly.

   "Anyway, I heard that the guys wanted to watch you do what the gal in
the video did and what Brandy's doing, on a smaller scale, just down the
hall.  You're so beautiful and sexy I can understand why they would want to
see that."

   Carol knew that was what Brad wanted and she knew that there weren't any
secrets between Brad and Darrel, but, still, she was surprised that they
had talked about it with William and he in turn with Alisha.  She realized
that this was something Brad wanted more than she ever thought.  Was that
something she wanted also?  "So tell me Alisha, exactly what is it that
they want?"

   Darrel was so glad that she hadn't put him on the spot.

   Alisha didn't hesitate for a second.  "Remember honey when I told you
that we have other parties here that are special and never on the night of
the interracial couples only party?"

   "I remember, I didn't have a clue what you meant then, now I think I may
be getting the idea."

   "Anyway, we could have a party right here just for you.  I know your
husband believes it would be really hot if we arranged for lots of hung
black guys just for you."

   "How many is a lot?" she wondered.

   "Thirty."

   She turned to Darrel and asked, "is this true Darrel?  Have you and Brad
and now your pal William been working on this?"

   Darrel cleared his throat and said, "we've been talking about it, I
guess to be honest I would have to saying dreaming about it and wishing for
it.  It's obviously complicated, but, Alisha can make something like that
happen.  What do you think, Carol?"

   There it was the sixty four dollar question.  She had to admit that she
loved the video and she had loved the party so far.  She knew that she had
been very close to letting Darrel put his black cock inside her.  After
Darrel had finished with her, who knew what next?  Would she have been
filled with regrets, sobbed and asked to have been rushed home?  Would
others have taken his place?  She couldn't honestly say, because she just
didn't know.  And now this revelation.  It made what happened in the
bedroom down the hall pale by comparison.  It even trumped what she had
seen in her favorite video.  But this wasn't about a woman in a distant
land who seemed to love sex and more sex, it was about her.

   "I can't say right now.  Right now I think I need another drink and then
walk around and see what else is happening." She turned to Alisha and said,
"you are right and my husband and Darrel are right, I do like to watch."

   "We all do baby," said Alisha.  "At least all healthy women like to
watch just as much as the men.  Don't believe all the bullshit that they,
whoever they are, feed you."

   Back in the big room it was break time.  People were holding, hugging
and rubbing but none were fucking.  Darrel and Carol headed for the bar and
got another drink.  Darrel made sure that his didn't contain alcohol
because of the drive before them.  Carol felt that, for the first time, she
wanted to get drunk, but, knew that she wouldn't.

   They found an unoccupied place to sit and were silent for a while.  When
Darrel's arm went around her neck he thought she might stiffen, but, she
didn't, she placed her head on his shoulder.  Her entire bottom was still
bare because she hadn't re-snapped the teddy.  It was Carol who initiated
this kiss that now was somewhat familiar.  She felt someone sit beside and
thought that it might be Alisha again, however, when she broke the kiss and
glanced over, she saw that it was a smiling William.  She went back to
kissing Darrel but wasn't at all surprised when she felt a hand on her
thigh.  Because she didn't resist, William assumed that he had a license to
do more and so he did.  His fingers did what Darrel's had done in the
bedroom earlier.  They played with the tendrils above her snatch.  They
touched her clit and then ever so skillfully, between thumb and forefinger
they massaged the tiny hard piece of engorged flesh.  That took Carol over
the top as she announced to everyone in the room, "Ohhhh, ooooohhhhh, I'm .
. .  I'm cumming."

   William moved quickly.  He spread her legs a little and wormed his
middle finger inside her.  She thought that his fingers must be as long as
Brad's cock because they seemed to go just as deep.  Finally, three of them
were inside her thrusting and she was doing exactly what the woman in the
video and Brandy in the bedroom had been doing, she was cumming constantly.

   In the big old house on Trammel Lane, Brad had been surfing the
television like a mad man.  Nothing seemed to interest him.  He tried
reading a trashy paper back novel that he had stalled out on about half way
through, but, just couldn't get back into it.  He tried telephoning his son
and daughter both away at colleges without success.  After all, he reasoned
it was a Friday night and if they had answered their cell phones when they
saw that it was dad calling, they might have social problems.  The only
thing he could think about was his gorgeous wife and how he longed to see
her, to touch her, to smell her and taste her.  He couldn't wait until she
was home, but, it was only midnight and he knew that he would have to wait
awhile unless they hadn't stayed after dinner.

   Back in the apartment Carol's head was spinning.  Two black men were
working on her and making her feel like a million bucks.  She knew that
both wanted to fuck her.  She was rubbing and pumping their huge cocks
wrapped in her small hands.  Did she want to fuck them?  The honest answer
was, yes she did, but not tonight she reasoned.  In her own mind she had
just given in to Alisha's request and Brad and Darrel's favorite dream.

   Sometime after that, she didn't know when it was, she felt tugging on
the black, teddy that was wrapped tightly around her waist and lifted her
ass to assist in its removal.  With the cloth gone and her shoes on the
floor, she was just as naked as the gal in their video during its second
half.  She never saw the teddy again.  She didn't know it at the time, and
she wouldn't have cared if she had known, that women's lingerie at the
interracial couples only parties were like trophies.  By the end of the
night the bras, panties, peignoirs and teddies would disappear from their
owners, never to be seen by them again.

   The word got out that the beautiful newcomer was letting the guys have
their way with her.  She was sure, and wasn't counting, but would have been
very surprised if she hadn't kissed every guy there and a few of the women
too.  She couldn't count the number of hands that had fondled her and the
number of fingers, black and white, that had invaded her holes.  She had
held touched, rubbed and sucked black cocks, white cocks, big cocks, little
cocks and average-size cocks.  Three of the cocks had shot their loads in
her mouth.  But, not one penis had entered her vagina or ass.

   Before they dressed and left for the drive home, Carol told Alisha,
"okay, Alisha, I'm in.  When are we going to do this?"

   "I was thinking about next Friday.  About 8:00.  How does that sound?"

   "We'll be here."

   Darrel, standing nearby, couldn't believe his ears.  The project was
about to be a success and nearly three months early at that.  His only
regret was that it was just his fingers and tongue that had touched Carol's
beautiful pussy and ass tonight.  Next Friday, he was determined that his
cock would be one of the thirty to bury itself deep inside her.

   "I have to pee," she told Darrel and walked naked and proudly to the
bedroom where she had left her dress and purse.

   She took her cell phone to the nearest empty bathroom and called Brad's
cell phone.  Brad had drifted off and was in a restless sleep when he was
awakened by the ringing.  He saw that it was two in the morning when he
looked at his illuminated cell phone to see who was calling.  "Carol, are
you okay."

   "I'm fine my darling.  We're about to leave and I wanted you to know
that I'm okay."

   "Thanks.  I've been worried.  So, can you talk?"

   "Yes, I'm in the john."

   "Well, well . . .  how was the party?" he asked.

   "Come on honey.  Be direct, ask me whatever you want to."

   "Okay then, did you fuck anybody?"

   "Nope I haven't."

   "Okay," he said, "let me start at a different level, have you kissed
anyone?"

   "Oh yes."

   "Has anyone seen you naked?"

   "Yes, everyone has seen without anything on.  I'll make this easier for
you.  I've touched and sucked cocks, I've had fingers and tongues up my
pussy and ass, my boobs have been played with and my nipples have been
tweaked.  Tonight, I've done about everything sexual that a woman can do
except get fucked."

   Brad didn't know what to say.  After all, wasn't this exactly what he
wanted?  He shouldn't have been surprised by anything she told him because
he had put everything in motion to make it happen.  "Okay, I can't wait
until you're back home.  You can't know how much I miss you."

   "Brad, there's something else I have to tell you."

   "What's that sugar?"

   "I didn't fuck anybody tonight, but, next Friday night I'm going to get
fucked by thirty big, black cocks right here."

   "What did you say?" He was sure he must have misunderstood.

   "You heard me.  Your project schedule just got moved up."

   Oh hell, he thought.  Darrel must have blabbed everything to her
although she didn't sound pissed off.  "So how did that come about?" he
asked.

   "Alisha, the gal that runs this place, and William, Darrel's friend, had
been talking but I guess I'm not telling you anything that you didn't
already know.  Anyway, she talked with me about it.  I know that's what you
want and have been working towards so I finally decided I'll do it.  That's
why I didn't get screwed tonight.  I want you to be there when I do.

   He was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.  "I love you Carol."

   "I love you too Bradley"

   The drive home was quiet.  Carol tried to get some sleep but couldn't.
Darrel said, "honey, are you okay?" She remembered that was the same
question Brad had asked her when they talked on the phone.

   She didn't know how to answer his question because she didn't know if
she was okay.  In her wildest dreams she could never have imagined that she
would do what she had already done and, especially, what she planned to do.
After all, she was a wife and a mom.  Except for the time at college she
had only lived in one house, in the same city where she was born.  She was
dependable, hard working and faithful.  Now, in a single night, all of that
had changed.

   Chapter 7

   Carol didn't get out of bed until two in the afternoon on Saturday.  Not
only was she exhausted from the party, but, the second they hit the
mattress on their big bed, Brad was all over her.  He fucked her harder
than ever before, then he bombarded her with a myriad of questions.  She
had to retell everything that happened at the party, in minute, detail to
satisfy his curiosity.  The sun was coming up when they finally fell
asleep. The rest of the day was normal with weekly shopping and chores
around the house.  Saturday night they were sound asleep before Saturday
Night Live ended, which was unusual for therm.

   On Sunday, Tim joined them for the traditional IHOP breakfast.  No one
who saw the gorgeous woman wearing faded jeans, white sneakers, a
Cincinnati Reds baseball cap and with her long, brown hair in a pony tail,
seated in a booth laughing and talking with her husband and teenager, would
ever guess that in a few days she would be driven to Columbus, enter an
apartment where thirty, naked black men would be waiting for her, and fuck
each of them.

   Both Darrel and Brad were uncomfortable at work on Monday morning. 
Their project was a success, but their friendship had been tested in a way
that few ever are.  Both men were happy that their friendship had passed
the test and endured.

   The days moved at different paces for each of them.  For Carol, time
seemed to whiz by.  For Brad, he was so anxious that some days were
ponderous, others more normal and one or two of the days he couldn't even
remember.  Darrel couldn't wait.  He was like a kid at Christmas time so
the hands of the clock moved at the pace of snails for him.  In Columbus,
Alisha was busy making sure that everything and everyone would be ready for
Friday night.  On Thursday, William called Darrel and told him that he had
talked with Alisha and everything was set at that end.  The guys would get
there before they arrived.  She explained that it didn't matter what Carol
wore.  Also, she suggested that Carol arrive with her hair in curlers and
with no makeup.  Alisha would comb out her hair and apply her makeup.  She
gave instructions to William for them to use the back door because the men
would already be there.  Alisha also thought that it would be a great idea
to video the party and she needed to know if she should also make those
arrangements.  Darrel was pretty sure that Carol and Brad would object to
making a video of Carol's party, but, he had been very surprised before, so
on Friday morning he talked with Brad.

   "William called and they are wondering if you want them to video the
party so you can have a record of everything that happens.  I was thinking
that if we've gotten so much pleasure out of watching a woman on the other
side of the globe, just think about how much more exciting it will be to
watch Carol over and over again."

   "I hadn't even thought about it.  Well, I guess I had thought about.  I
think I've assumed that they would capture it on video.  I sure wouldn't
want it to be distributed though."

   "I'm with you on that."

   "Let me call Carol and see what she thinks."

   "Oh, before you do, there are a couple of other things.  Let's see, oh
yeah, Alisha said that it doesn't matter what Carol wears and it's okay if
she arrives with her hair in curlers and no makeup because we'll enter
through the back door.  When we get there, Alisha will brush out her hair
and apply her makeup."

   Carol realized that she needed to start getting ready.  Then she thought
that it wasn't so much a matter of grooming and getting dressed, but,
mentally getting ready for her adventure.  She had mentally and emotionally
been getting ready for this for two years, especially the last few months,
but was she really ready?.  She was standing naked in their bedroom before
the full length mirror when she heard her cell phone ring.  "Hi honey," she
answered.

   "Hi Carol.  How are you doing?"

   "Everybody asks me that and I don't know what to say."

   "Darrel and William have been talking.  They want to know how you would
feel if they video tape everything tonight."

   "I hadn't thought about that.  I sure don't want millions of people to
see me."

   "I believe that it would just be for us."

   "Then, I think they should.  I love to watch the gal in our video.  I'm
not so sure how I will feel watching myself though."

   "Okay, gotta run.  I'll tell them to make the arrangements for the
video. Love ya.  Oh, wait, there's more.  Alisha said that it doesn't
matter what you wear and it's okay if you have your hair in curlers and no
makeup.  I think she wants to take care of that at her place."

   "I sure don't want the guys to see me with no makeup, my hair in rollers
and in jeans."

   "No, no.  That's not it.  I guess there's a back entrance or something
so they won't see you when we arrive."

   "Okay, got it."

   He was gone before she could say goodbye.  As she looked at the woman
reflected in the full length mirror, she saw that she looked the same as
she had appeared before last Friday's couples only, interracial party. 
But, appearances can be deceiving.  She wasn't the same, she was a
different person.

   This time the three rode in Brad's jeep.  Carol sat in the back seat. 
As suggested, she was wearing jeans, boots and a big quilted coat.  Her
hair, in fact, was in rollers.  She didn't even want Brad or Darrel to see
like this and without even a trace of makeup.  All three of them were
nervous which was manifested by constant conversation about everything,
but, where they were going and why they were going there which they
avoided. It took longer in the Jeep than in the Corvette to drive from the
southwest corner of the state to its geographical center, but, only by a
few extra minutes and they arrived right on time.

   Suddenly they were there.  This time they went around the back of the
building and up a flight of stairs.  Carol didn't know if her legs would
support her.  She thought they might give out as she started the ascent
following Darrel, who seemed to know where they were supposed to be going.
He wrapped on the door just once before it was opened.  Alisha was dressed
almost exactly like Carol, jeans, boots and a sexy sweater.  "Come in, come
in, welcome . . .  get out the cold." She gave Carol a kiss on both cheeks,
hugged Darrel and turned to Brad.  "Brad it's so nice to finally meet you.
Thanks for this, thanks for tonight.  I hope it will be everything you've
been dreaming about." Then she also kissed him on both cheeks.

   She led them to the door of the very same bathroom Carol had been in
when she called Brad just a week ago.  "Guys, we've got to get her ready so
give us a few minutes and go meet the brothers.  Darrel, we're all set up
in the main room.  There are snacks, soft drinks and juice." With that she
and Carol went into the bathroom and closed the door.

   Brad wasn't sure he would be able to swallow because his mouth was as
dry as desert sand.  He actually felt a little faint as he walked behind
Darrel.  They could hear talking and laughter coming from down the hall. 
Then they entered the room that the Friday before had first been filled
with round tables and later with three king-sized mattresses.  However,
tonight in the center of the room were two giant mattresses pushed together
and covered with, what looked like, brand new white bottom sheets. 
Standing around were dozens of men.  All of them were black and all of them
were naked.  Brad saw that each man had a black plastic bracelet around his
right wrist.  None wore a mask or a hood.  All seemed very anxious.  There
was soft music playing in the background that was the same that had been
playing the week before, but, Brad couldn't have known that.  Two fully
clothed white men were holding huge video cameras and talking with each
other.  He noticed that a light on a stand was aimed at the mattresses,
but, hadn't been turned on yet.

   "Are you okay?" Darrel asked.

   "I'm terrified.  I sure hope this isn't a huge mistake . . .  "

   He was interrupted by a totally nude William who stuck out his hand and
said, "Hey Brad, this is great, glad to finally meetcha."

   Brad couldn't help but notice the big, black cock between William's legs
that, while soft, was still bigger than he was when totally hard.  Brad
shook William's hand and said, "likewise, man."

   "Hey Darrel," said William, "ain't you gonna get ready to party?  You
know you're included in the thirty count, donncha?"

   This didn't come as a surprise to Brad.  He knew that Darrel was going
to fuck Carol.  But Darrel wasn't a stranger, he was his best friend.  He
was someone that he saw every work day and often on weekends too.  How
would he feel after watching his friend between his wife's legs pounding
into her?  It wouldn't be too long now before he had some idea of how it
felt.  He surveyed the guys who had sort of organized into groups of three
or four and couldn't help but notice that Alisha had really come through in
the "hung" department.  Each was endowed with a cock that was much larger
than average.  Not one, that he could see, was as small as the largest in
their favorite video.

   In the bathroom, Alisha stood back and admired her handiwork.  Carol's
hair had never been more beautiful.  It was loose, lustrous and sexy.  Her
makeup was perfect.  Her eyes seemed bigger and brighter than ever.  Her
glossy, red lips were full and inviting.  "Okay, girl," said Alisha, "the
guys are all waiting.  They're all naked so I suggest that you just walk in
naked also.  However, there's a robe on the hook there, if you want it,
but, I don't think it's necessary."

   "Okay," Carol said as she leaned over, pulled off her boots and then
took off her white socks.  She stood and unbuttoned the button on her jeans
and skimmed them off her legs.  She pulled off her sweater and, because she
wasn't wearing underwear, she was now naked.  Carol realized that she had
mussed her hair when she took off her sweater and so did Alisha.

   "Let me fix that," said Alisha as she whisked a brush through Carol's
hair.  "Okay, now there are a couple of things we should talk about.  "I
have some lube which I imagine you'll need."

   "I won't need any lube," Carol said with confidence, already feeling the
anticipatory moisture between her legs.  Dryness had never been a problem
for her.

   "Okay, then, but it's there if you need it.  Also, none of the guys will
wear a rubber, is that okay with you?"

   She hadn't even thought about that.  She couldn't get pregnant but that
wasn't the only reason for protection these days, she knew.  But none of
the men in her favorite video wore condoms, she recalled.  Also, the
wetness seemed to be an important part of the video that both she and Brad
enjoyed so much.  The volume of wetness that they saw in the video could
never be produced by just one man as had been her only experience.  "That's
okay, too," she said.

   "Well, let's go then."

   They walked to the end of the hall and were about to enter the big room
when Alisha turned and said quietly, "let me go in and introduce you.  Four
of the guys were here last Friday, not counting William and Darrel, but,
all the rest will be new to you.  When you come in, just walk right to the
center of the mattresses, lay down and then just go with the flow."

   Carol was trembling.  She heard the guys shout and whistle when they saw
Alisha and knew that the action was about to start.  She could clearly hear
every word that Alisha said, "Okay guys, thanks for coming over tonight. 
I've got a real treat for you.  Carol is by far the most beautiful woman,
black or white, that I've every seen.  A few of you met her last Friday but
for the rest of you, you're in for a great surprise.  You need to know that
she's never been fucked by anyone, but, her husband, Brad, who is with us
tonight, so take it easy on her, but not too easy, if you know what I
mean." Carol could hear nervous laughter from the men, then Alisha
continued, "I asked Carol if there was anything that you couldn't do and
she looked at me with surprise and said, `no,' so all holes are open, take
your pick and have fun.  Tonight, we're going to go until nobody, Carol or
any of you guys, wants to go anymore.  With that, let me introduce all of
you to my friend, Carol.  Carol come on in and meet the guys.

   Brad was sure that he was hyperventilating.  He couldn't believe what he
saw.  He expected her to be wearing a gown, a robe, a towel or something,
but, he saw that she wasn't wearing anything including shoes.  He could
tell how nervous she was as she walked into the room with a smile and
walked straight for the mattresses without making eye contact with anyone.
She kneeled down in the center and then rolled onto her back.  As her knees
parted just slightly, it was seen as an invitation to the black men closing
in on her.  Apparently, the event had been somewhat organized because only
four or five men dropped down to be with her, the others stood back
nervously watching, stroking their cocks and waiting their turns.  Brad
stepped in closer and saw what the cameraman was seeing through the lens
with his camera at eye level and aimed down at the action.  It was nearly
identical to the opening scene of "their video." A beautiful white woman on
her back, with a cock in her mouth, except this time, the cock was black. A
black man feasted on each perky breast while another was on his knees
rubbing his hard cock up and down the slimy slit of the white woman.  The
woman's hand was clutching the leg of the black man between her thighs,
sort of pulling him forward.  And then the man between her legs with the
giant cock plunged in.  The woman on the white sheet moaned and her face
was flushed as she began what would be a nearly constant, uninterrupted
climax.  Brad had never seen anything like it.  He had always known that
the video gal was no match for his wife, now she was proving that he was
right.

   Carol had been thinking about this moment for a long time even though
she thought that it would always remain in the realm of fantasy.  She had
never felt anything in her life as wonderful as the giant black cock
entering her.  Then, it began to hurt a little until her body got used to
the unusual and unfamiliar size.  She quickly adjusted to the black
stranger's girth, but, wondered how long he was.  It seemed as if he just
kept going.  She knew he had hit bottom, then her flesh seemed to expand
and give way to the new, very different, very black cock as it explored
deeper and deeper inside her.  Eventually, his public bone came in contact
with hers.  He rested, as she squeezed with her internal muscles milking
him.  She was so lost in her feelings that she had almost forgotten the
black cock in her mouth, the mouths and teeth on her breasts and nipples
and the stiff cock she was holding in her left hand with the band of gold
around her third finger.

   Then, the man between her legs braced himself and began to fuck her with
an intensity that she couldn't have imagined before.  Her climax was
unabated.  She was afraid she might pass out when he announced to the room
that he was coming too.  She felt the hot juice that had been boiling in
his black balls explode more deeply inside her than any had ever before. 
As he slipped out of her gooey pussy, he was quickly replaced by the man
that she had been sucking, but, not before a white, thick gob of his jizz
was pushed out of her throbbing pussy, like the woman did in the video, and
puddled on the white sheet.  She knew that when the video was edited that a
number "1" would flash across the screen.

   That night in Columbus, the pattern continued.  William was number "7."
When he finished he walked over, stood beside Brad and said, "I've fucked a
lot of women but I gotta tell ya man, I've never had a better piece of ass
than that one with Carol."

   Brad was brought back from a near trance and guessed that a polite
"thank you" was in order so that is what he said.  He couldn't help notice
the sheen that covered William's huge dick and knew that most of it was
from the guys that had made their deposits before him but that some of it
was from the fantastic creature on the floor begging for more and more, his
breathtakingly beautiful wife..

   After number "10" had stiffened and shot off, Alisha, who had removed
her clothes, brought Carol a glass of water and then wiped traces of
someone's thick ejaculate off Carol's cheek with a damp wash cloth.  An
admirer, who was so eager he couldn't wait to release inside her pussy, and
who had remained too long in her hot mouth, had left it on her face. 
Alisha told her what a great job she was doing and asked, "need anything
else sweety?"

   "More cock," was the quick but quiet answer.

   "Ain't you just summin else?" said Alisha who was rubbing her all over.
Then, she scooted down and had her head between Carol's thighs.  She must
have spent several minutes sucking out what remained inside of Carol though
most of the guys semen had ended up on the white sheet as Carol had
squeezed after each man's climax, just like the woman in the video had
done.

   A few of the men wanted to fuck her like a dog and so she rolled over,
raised up on her hands and knees, stuck her ass in the air and backed onto
them.  Most, however, wanted her on her back, just like the pretty woman in
their video.

   Numbers "12," "13" and "14" all climaxed simultaneously.  Number 12 in
her juicy pussy, number 13 in her hot mouth and number 14 deep inside her
tight ass.

   Brad, hadn't even noticed Darrel undress because he was so engrossed in
what his wife was doing.  Darrel was number "17."

   When Carol realized who it was plunging inside her she said, "Oh Darrel,
you feel so good but I must be so stretched, I'm so sorry."

   Darrel couldn't believe his ears.  "Sorry!" he said as he stopped moving
and looked down on the face of the freshly fucked woman who had been the
stimulus for hundreds of his climaxes, both from his own hand and even when
he was with other women.  "My sweet, sweet baby, you're just the very best,
period." And then he moved with an intensity that he hoped wouldn't cause
him to have a heart attack.  But hey, he thought, if you have to die
someplace and doing something then between Carol's legs while fucking her
is the way I want to go.

   It was after 11:00 when the thirtieth man came inside Carol.  Brad
looked around and saw that about half of the men who had been there in the
beginning had already left.  Four or five were dressed and just hanging
around watching and drinking.  But there were several naked black men,
including Darrel and William, still hanging around.  Several times during
the night someone had wiped the area between Carol's legs with a towel.

   It was 12:30 when Carol stood up and walked back to the bathroom with
Alisha to freshen up and dress.  No one counted after thirty and so how
many of her lovers came back for seconds or thirds no one really knows, not
that it matters.  Darrel, who was now dressed and William, also clothed,
had seconds.  Brad had been almost riveted to the same spot he had been
standing at when it all began four hours earlier.  His cock had been
bursting in his pants and several times he was sure he would shoot off, but
he didn't.  He was so caught up in Carol and what she was doing and must be
feeling that he didn't think of himself at all.

   William had slipped out without saying goodbye and then suddenly, Carol
and Alisha were back in the room.  Carol looked almost exactly as she had
when they arrived, except for her hair.  But he saw that the makeup that
Alisha had so carefully applied was long gone.  But she didn't really need
any makeup because she was aglow.  He expected that she might be walking
very tenderly but she wasn't at all.  Her strides were long and confident.
He took her in his arms and kissed her even though he knew what those same
lips had been doing all night.  She hugged him tightly as if she didn't
want to ever let go.

   Finally it was Alisha who said, "Well, we've been doing things like this
a long, long time, but tonight sets a new high mark.  I doubt that it will
ever be surpassed.  Carol, thank you soo much.  If there's ever anything I
can do for you, and I mean anything, anything at all, just let me know,
okay?"

   "I will Alisha.  Thank you too.  You made something that I thought would
be impossible, or at least incredibly difficult, possible.  It was a great
night."

   At the car, Carol asked Darrel, "can you drive?"

   "Sure can, I've never felt better in my life."

   "I have a husband that needs some affection and I'm the only person that
will ever give it to him.  Right?" she asked playfully as she opened the
back door while taking off her coat and unbuttoning her pants.

   Brad shrugged his shoulders, smiled like a teenager and said, "right."