Southern Belle Cuckold

by Derrin Hart

  The dining room was pretty exciting because we had a chance to check out the other couples. They were the very ones I imagined would be attending the festivities in the hotel’s grand ballroom. Most of the wives were nice looking, but the husbands were a lot more average and trying hard, like me, to be cool. There were no sexy black men here that I could see. Maybe the studs didn’t come out this early.

  We a light meal of fish and roast vegetables and the alcohol made Catherine loose and playful. She blatantly announced that she was very horny already and looking forward to a great evening. Who would have ever imagined that this southern girl—so prim and proper, so untarnished with no tattoos or piercings—would be so hot for extra sex? She was my little wanton slut!

  A note posted in our hotel lobby announced that the party had been moved to a new location. We had no choice but to hit the road.

  The party venue required a bit of a drive out into the country and down a winding road with a large gate at the end. A tall black fellow greeted us, lean and smiling and wearing a black suit with a brown tie and a tiger-face mask. We gave him our invitation and paid the entry fee of seventy-five dollars, and he wished us well and opened the gate. A long driveway then took us to a white, Colonial-style mansion with an upper balcony that extended along the entire second floor and columns. We found parking easily enough and made our way to the front porch, where a friendly white woman shook our hands. Her name was Bianca and she wore a feathered cat mask and sexy bustier of bright purple and gold lace.

  “It’s so nice to meet you both,” she said. “My boyfriend Freddy is about and you should make sure to say hello. You can’t miss him; he’s a giant black man—close to seven feet tall—and wearing a demonic red and black face mask with a long cloak and cowl.” She added, “He’s actually very personable and you’ll love him.”

  We mingled with a few other couples as we admired our surroundings. There was a huge ballroom on the ground level, and many bedrooms on the second floor edged by the long balcony. Their doors were open for anyone who chose to use them.

  We saw only faces covered with masks of various types, both human and animal. The whole atmosphere was strange to me. There were about eight or nine couples present and perhaps the same number of black fellows. What interested me most were the five or six single woman milling about, smoking. They didn’t seem to fit in with the rest of the crowd.

  We said hi to a few people as we continued to roam the place. In the basement we found a popular playroom with pool, foosball, and arcade games. Xbox and giant TVs were also a big hit. We went upstairs again and this time found, among the other bedrooms, a rather spacious playroom with a gigantic round bed. Everywhere we encountered people sharing laughter and holding wine glasses and various cocktails.

  Freddy, the giant boyfriend of the greeter at the door, found us to say hello. He was massive and, like Bianca his plump yet sexy girlfriend, quite friendly. “I’m so glad you two could make it to the party,” he said. “I’m delighted to welcome you to your first Mandingo experience. The first of many, we hope.” Sweeping his arms right and left, he added, “Enjoy the place!”

  He took us over and introduced a few of the other couples and a couple of the black gentlemen. After these intros, he addressed the entire room.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to welcome you all to the Mandingo masquerade ball. This is the one evening all your fantasies may well come true. Would everyone please follow me?” He led the guests down a hallway and pressed a button. A wall slid open to reveal a new walkway that ended in a large room glowing with candlelight. A circle was drawn on the marble floor with spots for each guest to stand. This is a nice set-up, I thought, damn nice! Someone worked hard at all this. I laughed to myself and held Catherine’s hand tight as we headed toward our section of the secret ballroom.

  The party was truly about to begin.

  Bianca took center stage. “Tonight we have twelve couples, three single ladies, and seven black guys for your pleasure.” She walked around, passing out cards to each couple or single. “These room card numbers match you with a possible successful connection to begin the evening. None of you are locked in and may explore other possibilities throughout the evening. Do enjoy yourselves!”

  Catherine and I made our way to the second floor to locate our assigned destination. The room was not overly large yet comfy and well furnished, with a bed, easy chair and artwork that was both sexy yet elegant. A couple greeted us coming in just after we looked about. The male half introduced himself and his wife as Dirk and his wife Sether Cox. He was a fairly tall guy with a small beer belly, dark hair and a goatee, while Sether was a petite redhead with a short-cropped pixie cut, a slim figure and a nice smile. Both appeared to be in their forties. We sat and discussed the party, the entire set-up and how things were supposed to go.

  Dirk did most of the talking at first. “We’ve been coming to these Mandingo parties for three years now. It gets kind of addictive.”

  “It gives us a chance to meet new men for Sether, and it’s easier than having to meet one guy at a time. Here we can pick and choose and usually the themes are fun too.” I wasn’t sure where he was going with the conversation. We had been placed with these two for a reason, but I was not seeing it as a good match.

  Catherine was all ears, but she too seemed perplexed after hearing more and more about their involvement in the parties. The question was, why had we been matched up? Sitting there with masks covering our faces was a bit weird too.

  Sether, sipping a tall glass of wine, explained the reasoning. “We know the clientele here … well, mostly the regulars. For a first time I’d definitely suggest hooking up with Sam. He’s fun and you’ll have a blast.”

  Now I understood. This couple was here to help us choose a stud. That was their thing. Sether explained she loved the attention, the sexy outfits and the hot sex. She was not shy about it. “Dirk is, shall I say, less than adequate in the bedroom,” she added with a giggle.

  Dirk frowned at us and, gesturing broadly as he spoke, said, “Sether has a voracious sexual appetite and Mandingo parties cool her itch. I like seeing her happy, so here we are.”

  We had a lot of questions, but these two had no more time for us. They handed us a card stating the room number where we could locate Sam. We didn’t even have time to ask anything about this Sam fellow. Off we strode to our next encounter.

  We passed a few alcoves where benches had been set up. On one of these a white woman in a lioness mask sat next to man I imagined was her husband, who also wore a colorful monkey mask. On the other side of her sat a black guest in a striped black and white zebra mask. Both men were fondling her, and she moaned and squirmed about, very much excited to be part of this male sandwich.

  Chapter Seven

  The designated room was occupied and, we knocked on its closed door. A black gentleman dressed in a black suit answered and welcomed us in. He was a sturdy guy with a military haircut and solid, muscular body, and he did not have his mask on. He was handsome enough and seemed friendly.

  Catherine looked nervous yet excited as we went in and sat on the bed. The room was sparsely furnished, other than the bed and a desk and chair. Sitting in the chair was one of the hot younger ladies I had seen earlier. On her face she wore a purple cat mask; on her body, a skimpy two-piece silver and white bra and panty set. These people moved fast!

  We did introductions and Sam made it a point to compliment Cat and offer us drinks from a flask of red wine. We removed our masks; I was the first, and Catherine followed suit.

  “Very nice,” Sam said, reaching out to grasp my wife’s small hand. Some small talk followed but I guessed it would be short-lived. Before I had time to absorb anything, Catherine and Sam were close enough to kiss and they did just that. He looked at me and winked. “You have a very pretty wife, sir,” he said with a second wink.

  I didn’t know what to do. I would have been fine just watching Catherine and Sam play around, but across from me sat
this purple cat with one hell of a hard body. Catherine whispered to Sam, “I think the hosts made a wise choice sending me your way.”

  Nodding his head in agreement, Sam was already undressing my milf.

  I moved to the side of the bed to give them space to get started. What the hell else could I do? My wife and this Mandingo made out and practically tore each other’s clothes off. Before long Cat was in undergarments and he was in nothing but boxer shorts. They pressed their bodies together and devoured each other on the very bed I sat on. It was then I realized we had never shut the door. Visitors had arrived and were watching the action.

  I wanted to close the door but the purple cat had positioned herself on her knees in front of me and was looking up into my eyes. I was nervous and too stunned to move. She began unbuckling my pants and before long pulled my boxers down. Tiny was there but he too was as nervous as I was and hung down, soft and shriveled.

  Sam was tasting my Catherine now and she was on fire. She slid her hand over his shorts and yanked them down. Holy shit but he had a big dick! The black licorice stick was thick as hell and the lighter colored head fat and swollen. As she stroked him he got bigger and bigger. He must have had a good eight inches compared to my four.

  The purple cat stroked my cock and went down on me. She was good … real good. This chick could suck cock. I got semi-stiff and she worked even harder to make things happen. Glancing to my right, I saw that Sam had lifted Cat over him and they were positioned in a sixty-nine posture. Both went wild tasting each other’s fresh new bodies; my wife was in orbit. She lapped at his shaft and took his manhood in her mouth. He flicked his tongue at her cunt lips and darted it about, forcing her tent flaps open.

  The kitty all in purple undid her bra and slipped her panties down slowly off her beautiful, sleek frame. Her pussy was completely bald and her breasts stood outright and firm. She leaned into me, making me suck her nipples, then she purred in lust, pushing me back so she could sit on my face. I did my best to keep breathing and eat her sweet-smelling twat.

  Sam had had enough foreplay. He was already positioned between my wife’s soft legs. She was spread for him and he pushed his muscular dark black ass forward. Catherine cried out in pleasure and the two of them became one. This Mandingo brother impaled my girl and fucked her wildly. She grabbed his ass and called out, “Oh yeah, this is so good, so fucking awesome, fuck me, yes fuck me! God, oh God, give it to me.”

  The purple cat wanted to fuck too. She tried to ride my cock but I was still too overwhelmed and soft. “Come on, honey,” she cried out, longing to reenact the scene on the bed beside us. She grabbed me and slammed me to the floor. There she posed her perfect ass in front of my cock and urged me to pound her, doggy style. I was sort of hard and tried to oblige, but failed. She then grabbed me and put me on top of her, face forward. She whispered in my ear, “Be a man and fuck me.” I tried but could not. She groaned with disappointment, announcing, “Your little prick is useless! No wonder your wife needs this.”

  With that she grabbed her things and stormed out of the room.

  I was left on the floor, naked from the waist down, just me and Tiny. I hesitated, reluctant to get up, as I heard the cries of joy from Catherine on the bed. But I just had to see it. Sam was urging her on. “That’s right, you’ve got this, do it, fuck like never have,” he insisted.

  I sat in a chair nearby and watched my wife get screwed. She was having the time of her life. Her orgasms followed, one, two and even a third before he too climaxed. He came all over her titties and she stroked every last drop from his dong. They collapsed in each other’s arms and the room now smelled like sex—steamy, dirty, “there’s been some serious fucking” sex.

  We eventually made our way out of the private room and down the hall. We came across other couples chatting in the hallway and a few open doors revealed sexual play within. We stopped and watched one scene, where the husband had his wife’s panties on his head as two muscular black men were all over his dark-haired voluptuous wife. I was ready to find out where it was all headed when we noticed Sether and Dirk cross the corridor. Catherine grabbed me and we followed.

  A stairway led up to a loft overlooking much of the big ballroom. That was where Sether and Dirk had led a tall, lean, bald black male in a superbly cut brown suit. No one had their masks on anymore. The loft was furnished with nothing but a futon and love seat, and a wooden railing presided over the drop, down to the big hall.

  Dirk said hello and Sether cuddled up with their Mandingo on the futon. Smiling, she also greeted us. “Hi, Michael and Catherine, did you have a little fun tonight? Meet Charles. Dirk and I like to call him ‘Charles in Charge.’ ”

  Charles looked up at us and man, was he a looker. He was very fit and had sexy eyes. He stood and reached out to shake hands. “It’s always nice to see newbies at the club,” he said, grinning. To my Catherine, he added, “Very nice, if I may say so, lovely in fact.” He kissed her hand and leaned in to whisper something in her ear.

  We felt as if we were intruding but kept the conversation going. Well, Cat and the couple did. I got a glimpse of a scene below and went closer to the railing for a closer look.

  A guy—he looked like a husband—was being led on his knees in a collar and chain-like setup by his wife, who was wearing a black bra and panties set along with a garter belt. Her mask was a bat face. In her other hand she held a cock. A black guy was beside her, led by his dick. It was a big dick, too. She led her men across the grand ballroom to an archway and then through it. I shook my head in amazement.

  Catherine and I finally made our way out of the mansion, but not before she grabbed a few “business cards” of Mandingo parties off the counter. As we drove home she mentioned how she could see why Sether would send us to Sam and keep Charles to herself. I recall the exact words she used to describe Charles: “Wow, he was hot.”

  Summer was in full tilt now and with four kids between us we were sure to have a busy one. The kids were getting out of school and I had just a few vacation days left. Today was one of them.

  I examined my life. Here I was over fifty and aging. My body was changing in many ways. First, my gut was a constant problem and I struggled to keep from getting fat. I was also dealing with gray hair and hair loss, although the process was slow. Luckily I had decent hair overall. My teeth were an issue too. I should have taken better care of them when I was younger. My job was decent enough; I made good money. The kids, mine and Cat’s, were all pretty well-behaved.

  My cock, Tiny … yes, he was a problem. I felt like I was growing smaller and of course I had lost the ability to get hard easily as in my youth.

  Then there was my wife. She was my love, my hottie. Now I knew what Colt her ex husband meant when he said, “Yes, I cheated on her and yes, I could be cruel, but she had her quirks too. She was a nympho, for one; she could never get enough sex.” He told me he would not play that game and had found love elsewhere. I, on the other hand, loved Catherine and had no problem playing her game. She was one hundred percent committed when it came to our marriage, the kids, and our private life. Plus, she never called me a pervert, not once.

  The following weekend we attended Jenny’s tournament. She had gotten way better and fought well. Her jiu-jitsu team came in second overall. We were both proud of her. Afterward the four of us, along with Tristan, Julie’s new boyfriend, went out to a fun restaurant and had appetizers and great big party drinks for the kids. The meal was a smorgasbord of stuff and we laughed and celebrated Jenny’s first match victory. She had pinned her opponent with a masterful double grapevine mount and won by several points.

  There was an athletic, well-built black guy near our table with his girlfriend and two other white guys. Catherine leaned into me and made a comment about how he’d make a good Mandingo at the parties.

  My work was crazy hectic all during the next week and it left us little time to talk or plan much. Sexually Cat and I were not having much interaction. I made sure to lick her p
ussy every chance I got. My cock was not up to the task all that often and she was frustrated but still very loving toward me.

  The following week I took Danny to basketball camp. He was getting pretty darn good and was finally grasping the concept of playing defense. On a few of the days I was able to sit in and watch and was very proud of him. I had taken one day off work to see him play in a scrimmage. The game went fast and I had part of the afternoon free to myself, having vowed to take the entire day off. Of course two clients phoned before I had even left the court, asking for help.

  One client lived near us and I stopped by to grab bottled water before skipping over to help him. While I was home, I decided to change into a more comfortable shirt and shoes. But then I suddenly heard voices downstairs and the front door open. Catherine must have gotten out early because the girls were at their friends’ for the day. She was coming up the stairs and I heard a male voice with her. What the hell? I was in the hall and slipped into Julie’s room to hide. I headed for the walk in closet and left the door slightly ajar so I could still hear them.

  I realized as the pair got closer to the top of the stairs that it was not Catherine. The female’s voice was Julie’s and the male’s was Tristan’s. There I was, stuck in her room as they came straight in.

  Tristan said, “I’ve been waiting for this for too long.”

  Julie responded, “Oh yeah? Well, what are you going to do about it?”

  Holy motherfucker, our teenager was getting naughty. I had to stop them. I got up from my crouch and prepared to burst open the door and strangle Tristan.

  That’s when he said, “Your tits are the best in school, and God, they are amazing, fucking sweet.” I hesitated and had to peek out of the closet. The kid had already pulled her top off and had gotten her bra undone too. Her breasts fell out, standing firm with no gravity effect in sight. She had unbelievable tits. He devoured them with his lips and sucked her nipples in a mad passion.