by Derrin Hart
The following weekend we were finally able to carry out the bar plan. Catherine got all dolled up, putting on a gray skirt with knee-high black boots. Her blouse was a button-down long-sleeved number, black with a gray collar. We drove for about an hour to a bar I had found online. The place was busy, with an upstairs for fine dining and live bands and a lower level for hip-hop dance music.
We ate dinner upstairs while we checked out the crowd, sipped drinks and listened to the band, which played in a bluesy rock style. The drinks gave Cat liquid courage—not that she needed any. I liked the way she was wearing her hair. She had blow-dried it so that it fell down over her face and eyes … very sexy.
The crowd was fun yet no one caught our eye as a possible dance partner or lover for Catherine. We went below as the evening wore on. The crowd downstairs was much younger. The alcohol flowed as the disc jockey spun hard-driving dance tunes that kept people moving about in a frenzy. We danced a few times and I noticed a few of the single guys staring at Catherine. One in particular, who was sitting at the bar, never took his eyes off her. He was tall, fairly good-looking, and fit. He wore designer blue jeans and a button-down blue and white dress shirt he left untucked.
This was all new to us. We’d have to make the first move, it appeared. We sat back down and discussed the guy. Cat was interested but a little nervous too. He was much younger—maybe twenty-five, tops. He was still looking at her and it was obvious he had some interest. The thing is, a younger man seeing an older couple together doesn’t harbor any hope of tasting the female half. It was unlikely that he had experience with open relationships.
But hey, you never know!
“Go over next to him and order a drink,” I told Catherine.
She blushed and swallowed the last of her white Riesling. “I’m too shy,” she giggled.
“He hasn’t taken his eyes off you for twenty minutes now, for God’s sake. Tease the kid, will you?”
“You go over,” she said, giving me a little shove.
I laughed and ran my hand up her leg. “Why me?”
She batted her lashes and blushed. I fiddled my way up her leg and found a mini thong waiting for my probing digits.
She shoved my hand away. “Honey, don’t do that here.”
One of us was going to have to make a move; the young fellow had no intention of trying anything on his own. We decided to do it together.
We walked over to the bar and stood on either side of the guy. I ordered a few drinks. As we waited for them, I made eye contact and said, “Hello!” Catherine greeted him warmly as well and we all made small talk. I invited the dude to our table, and he welcomed the invitation. His name was Jesse. He was an intern at a local hospital, a Canadian citizen, friendly and well spoken. And he clearly had no idea where we were coming from.
Catherine was buzzed and horny and I decided to push things along. “Listen, my lovely wife loves to dance and I’m not a graceful partner. Would you mind taking her on the dance floor?”
Jesse was at first surprised, but reached out for Cat’s hand and said, “I’d love to dance with your beautiful wife.”
Thirty-five minutes later, Catherine reported that his bulge was bursting out of his jeans as they slow-danced. Soon after we found ourselves at a nearby cheap hotel. Forty bucks got us a small room with a bed and not much else. Jesse’s thick, curly dirty blond hair was all mussed from tussling with my wife.
The two of them embraced near the bed. He knew what to expect. I had led him to the men’s room before leaving the bar and explained that there would be no holds barred action for him and my wife. I had no problem with that. He was thrilled.
In no time she had his shirt off and he, her blouse. Then came the bra and he stood there sampling her titties. She unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans down, revealing his tighty-whitey underwear. He fondled her ass under her gray skirt and soon had that undone as well. They fell to the bed, kissing and touching each other.
Catherine spoke first. “God, I’m so horny tonight. I have no idea what has gotten into me!”
The young stud explored my girl’s gym-toned body and grabbed her black thong and wrestled it off her legs. When she was exposed, he said, “Wow, hot stuff here. Sweeeeet pussy lips!”
They rolled about the hotel bed and she found his cock. Off came his shorts and a nice penis was revealed. It was much larger and thicker than mine, and Catherine was enjoying it. She stroked him hard and he loved it too. The idea of these two together made sense: a younger, sturdy, full of testosterone male child with a hard, ever-lasting penis together with an experienced older mature woman who knew what she wanted. Society should have accepted this by now. I certainly had.
“Come to the bed and help us, darlin’,” Catherine called out, much to my chagrin.
Oh boy, here we go, I thought.
The pair rolled into a sixty-nine posture with Catherine on the bottom. She made me nestle up to her close enough to kiss me on the mouth. Jesse’s cock and balls hung low over Cat’s face, and she sucked his shaft and fondled his balls. Then she turned her head and asked me to assist. I too touched the young guy’s balls and he began to use my mouth as well. My wife and I shared his cock. He was hard and groaning as we alternated taking his penis into our wet mouths. Catherine liked to watch me “helping,” and the kid could care less who sucked him. I knew Cat was on the brink; she stopped sucking and her face was flushed.
Jesse spun about to mount her. He spread her legs and guided his swollen member into her now flapped open cunt. She welcomed him with the loudest of moans. It was clear she had been waiting for a good cock for weeks. I sat in the one straight-backed metal chair provided in the tiny room and watched as these two fucked.
Cat grabbed his young ass and urged him on, “Yes, fuck me, deeper! Yes, give it to me, deeper, harder, go all out.” He pounded all he could and erupted on her stomach in just a few minutes. She grabbed his balls and shaft and spread every drop of his sperm all over her.
She was far from done. Lying there she played with her swollen labia lips, fully exposed and huge. She used her forefinger and middle finger to touch her clit. She bucked her ass up and down, making quite a picture for us to enjoy.
She groped about on the bed until she found her panties, which she tossed at me. “Put those on your head, darlin’,” she ordered. I hesitated but grabbed them from her. I smelled them, finding them wet and creamy, and placed them over my head. “That’s a good boy,” Catherine said. Jesse was already touching his cock as he watched Catherine as well. He was semi-hard again in no time. Oh, how great it would be to be young again and have a nice cock like Jesse’s!
Catherine beckoned for him to come back. She grabbed his hips and pulled his ass to her as they fucked again with him on top. Five minutes later he had her on her knees and was pummeling her from behind. She arched her back and let her straight hair slash about while this young buck fucked her like a dog. As his balls bashed into her clit, she stroked herself to an exciting if not mind-blowing climax. He again shot his wad, this time on her tight little milf ass.
Our bar adventure had worked out just fine.
Chapter Fourteen
The autumn leaves were falling and the cooler temperatures made staying at home more attractive. We ate in more often these days. My kids were keeping busy, too. Jasmine was now in high school, which really freaked me out, and Danny was playing soccer. I attended as many of his Saturday games as possible. My ex Jayme and I rarely spoke of anything but the kids. She had lost a little weight lately and I was sure that made her new man happy. I could care less. I had enough on my hands with Catherine.
My job landed me another big contract with a nearby news station and the money was good. One Sunday I took Julie, her boyfriend Tristan, and Jenny to the mall to celebrate. “Each of you can have two-hundred dollars to spend,” I said, as we hit the freeway. I wanted to get new golf clubs and thought, why not take the young ones with me for some fun?
As we hit the stores I noti
ced that Tristan wanted Julie to get all sexy stuff. I peeked into one store where he was trying to interest her in sexy thong panties and lacy bras. The panties were white with pink lettering. I couldn’t help but shake my head at teenagers today. Wow! He was a little devil, this Tristan.
Jenny got a bunch of new school clothes and was as happy as a lark. In the end the trip was a success and I too found what I was looking for.
A new Mandingo party had been announced and Cat wanted to go, so I said, “Fine by me.” I was curious to see what theme they’d come up with this time.
In bed one evening I again tried to get Catherine to have anal sex. Although we didn’t discuss it, I was still upset that she had made me do it yet wasn’t willing to try it herself. I also wanted her to yield to me in a way that would make me feel that my cock was capable of filling her, even hurting her. My plan was to talk a lot about Charles during foreplay. She got very into it, saying how much she wanted to see him at the new party. She was soaking wet before our talk ended, and I took the opportunity to try and enter her ass. She said, “No way, you jerk!” and pushed me away.
The weekend of the party had arrived. Getting out of the house was never easy with two young girls around, but we could pull it off every so often. This was our last party before the kids returned to school.
We made the long drive northeast, checked into our hotel, and were given directions to a private residence—another grand old mansion circa 1850 or so. The gang was all there, and we said hello to new and old friends. The set-up was this: each bull would be assigned a room, and the couples had to make their selection from a menu. The menu did not say the actual name of the bull, just a nickname and a description of what he had to offer. Once you made your choice, however, you had to stick to it.
We did not see Charles and had no idea if he even planned to attend. The Mandingo menu had arrived, and Cat and I looked over our choices in detail. We picked Black Master. Beneath his name, it said, Live all your fantasies with your Master directing you to soaring new worlds.
Catherine wore a form-fitting jumper in blue denim, cut low at the chest, with white stiletto heels. The outfit complemented her ass nicely. We proceeded with caution to the fantasy room, where two other couples were already present. Dirk and Sether, and another we had never met. The new couple was mixed-race—the woman was Asian and her boyfriend, Caucasian. We greeted one another but the scene before us soon commanded all our attention.
At the far end of the large room stood a man dressed in nothing but a black leather tank top, armbands, and a cowl mask that covered his entire face. His frame was very large and he was tall and muscular. He would be our Black Master. Because he wore no pants, I knew right away he was Anaconda. He was the black brother with the biggest cock of all the Mandingo men.
To make a long story short, all the women in the room were made to worship his magnificent penis. It was so big, so fat, and so strong. Seeing Catherine take a more submissive role was interesting, to say the least. The Asian girl with the long hair was totally in awe of this anaconda and her boyfriend got the biggest thrill out of it. Sether was looking for Charles, who it turned out was there. He was Black Master’s sidekick, and he also looked intimidating in black leather and armbands. As soon as they saw him, Catherine and Sether went right up to him.
The Asian girl, Cee Cee, took the Anaconda as her own and became a squealing hyena as soon as he was inside her. He drilled that tiny twat a new hole, and I mean drilled. She was a tight one and had a hell of a time taking his monster prick.
Meanwhile Charles had my wife and the pixie redhead all over him, and he was having the time of his life. Sether wore the tiniest pair of pink booty shorts. You could see her cunt lips whenever she moved about. The girls did not touch each other, and the situation was, at best, awkward. Each of them tried to coax Charles into another play setting where they could be alone, but Charles was simply not into it. He decided to stop the “Master” scene and the foreplay by taking us all into the hallway. He said that he felt it was in everyone’s best interests to avoid the competition between the wives and offered to do each of them separately in other rooms. Sether grabbed him and hauled him away before Cat or myself could get a word in. Dirk just shook his head at us and followed his red-haired wife.
We went back into the playroom, and Catherine dragged me over to watch the Anaconda and Cee Cee. Her boyfriend was sitting in the corner. The Asian gal was already worn out, and my wife was next. She brought me before the black master and instructed me to suck his gigantic rod. I did not want to comply. Barry helped me by saying, “Sorry, guys but no thanks! No dudes are sucking my dick. Not for me, no way.”
Catherine pushed me aside and gave the Anaconda such a hell of a blowjob that he blew a load in no time. Then we went back into the hall to wait for Charles. Catherine was not interested in any more time with Black Master.
Charles never showed up and Cat was not happy. We drove home disappointed and spoke little during the ride.
I ordered Cialis the following Monday. I also made a beeline for the nearest porn shop and bought a strap-on hollow dildo. I had to take matters in my own hands. The Mandingo parties had run their course and we had little time to go to bars with the girls and all.
In bed I was able to get an erection but still, four inches barely made Catherine twitch. We fucked to little effect and any attempts at anal sex were shot down as usual.
One Saturday afternoon I got myself in big trouble again. Everyone was milling about doing odd tasks and I found myself upstairs in Julie’s room. I dug around in her drawers, looking for the white and pink panties—the ones from the mall. It was a stupid move. We men can be pretty stupid sometimes. I meant no harm. But Jenny came upstairs and saw me. Not again, I thought. I tried to cover my actions but later Catherine and I had it out.
“Jenny told me you were in Julie’s stuff,” she said.
I hesitated before I replied. “Yeah, I was just milling about and doing some dusting and looking out the window.”
Cat called my bluff. “Mike, she said you were looking at her underwear.”
I felt like a fool … again. “They were just … there … and I … looked at them, that’s all.”
She was not happy. “For God’s sake, Mike,” she said, “what the hell is wrong with you?”
I skulked and waited for more bashing. “Get over here,” she ordered. “Down on your knees!” I kneeled down. “I’m tired of having to watch over you all the time. You have problems, Mike. I’ll make you take it in the ass again if anything—and I mean anything—like this happens again.”
I was not excepting of that statement. I got right up and said, “Nope, that’s not going to happen. Never again. I fucking hate it.”
She walked away at first, but then turned back and said, “You’re cut off from all sex. In fact, I have half a mind to cage you back up.”
I puffed out my chest and gave it right back to her. “Listen, go right ahead, see if I care.”
She was about to yell but we heard one of the girls walking around below us. She whispered in my ear, “Mike, you’re a good man, a good dad and husband, but stop the bullshit with my daughter. Enough is enough.”
I felt ashamed, knowing she was right.
Chapter Fifteen
I had to prove I had some worth sexually.
Thus the hollow strap on, which would feature in my next big move the following week. It was a thing of beauty. I marveled at its size—eight inches long and two inches in diameter—and graceful contours. It had a big bulbous head, and my little cock slipped into its hollow core with plenty of room to spare. The get-up came with a black harness to slide over my hips and ass. It stood proud and for the first time in my life, I had a big hard cock. Catherine would be in for it tonight. I was pumped.
We snuggled up late in the evening after the girls were asleep. I told Catherine I had a surprise for her … A VERY BIG SURPRISE. She was interested and as we kissed she asked when this big surprise was g
oing to show up. “Be patient,” I said. I then did all I could to be a foreplay master. I licked her earlobes, her neck and her nipples for several minutes. I ate her pussy for fifteen minutes. She was so hot, so full of desire. Just as she was about to get off I stopped and said, “Okay, time for your surprise.” I knew she couldn’t resist it.
I ran to the bathroom, put on the harness and giant penis shaft and came out with a huge smile on my face. She was in shock. “Oh dear, what in the world do you have there?” She was squirming around. I could tell she wanted it but was no fan of fake cock. We had never had much luck with artificial phalluses, but I had her so wet, she didn’t stop me from getting on top of her.
“I’ll go slow,” I lied.
She stopped me from driving it into her and took it gently. I was ready for her to say no thanks, but she said, “Okay, that feels good, go easy.”
I pushed into her a bit more. About half of the eight was inside, and I thought that was deep enough to move about. It was one hell of a feeling. I had a big cock and she was hesitant about taking on its size. As I drove deeper she accepted it and said it felt good. In fact she said, “Okay, go ahead.” I wasn’t sure what that meant until she grabbed my ass and pulled. She wanted me fully. I gave her eight inches and she cried out in pleasure and lust. I fucked my wife. We moved like never before. We actually fit well. I pounded her pussy and it was the greatest moment of my life.
We were able to change positions and try postures we’d never experienced. I did her from the side in a spoon position and she masturbated while I fucked her solidly. With my new rubber dong and me, she orgasmed three times. She was exhausted before I was. That was a first and it felt so good.
