The first Saturday of Winter

Saturday was a bit grim, as far as weather goes, and we decided that winter is here already. That makes playing outdoors less fun than it it is in summer, and means we go out less, stay home more. For the first time this year, though, we drove into town, checked into a hotel, left the car in the car park and gone out playing.

Like a good boy scout I think you should be prepared. So we enjoyed the drive to the full. I had a little play around inside my knickers, annoyed a few lorry drivers by letting them see what I was doing, and then had a very long and luxurious bath once we were in our room.

I love hotel baths, especially when I’m getting myself ready to receive random cock, which I suppose is usually the case. Maybe that’s why I love hotel baths so much. Almost every time I’ve been in one, I’ve been well fucked not long after.

And I also love Rog watching me, soap, shave and moisturize, choose my underwear, pull up my stockings, slide into a short dress. I love him knowing I’m shaving with extra care and moisturising longer because I’m doing it for someone else to touch, choosing the underwear he’ll see and feel. I like Rog watching me getting ready to drive another man crazy before I open my legs and let him into my pussy.

Luckily, Rog likes it too. I might ask him to explain that some time

So anyway, more moist than you can get out of a bottle or tube, out I went.

I’d been excited all afternoon after we decided to get a hotel, because it meant I’d have the time and space to get a proper fuck. And as soon as I started thinking about it, I knew that was exactly what I needed. A long, hard evening of non-stop shagging from a big, hard cock. And I also knew I was going to choose a black one.

I don’t do that very often. I mean sometimes I meet a black guy and decide I want him, and once I think I chose a black guy because he was the sixth guy that evening top put his hand up my skirt and I’d already decided to fuck number six, but in general I fuck black guys by coincidence, or because my husband suggests it or chooses for me.

He likes the whole black and white thing, and I should think a good third of his choices for me have been black. He once had a girlfriend with a black cock obsession and she sort of passed it on to him. Remind him to tell you about that some time, because from what he says she was a very rude girl.

But I don’t normally decide at the outset that I’ve got to have black, so you can imagine how happy Rog was when I told him. He thought he knew why I’d chosen black too. He thought it was simply about size, and it’s a fair point. Because although you can meet a white guy with a big cock and he might be a good fuck (and lots are) I can guarantee a black guy will be. And they’ve all got big cocks, or most of them anyway. But they have rhythm, which is very important about two hours into a fuck, and they also have something else.

To begin with, there’s a knicker-wetting taboo about black guys that I still can’t explain, and I’ve seen lots of other people try on forums like Dark Cavern, so I know I’m not alone. But it’s a very real (and very wet) effect.

And the other thing is that a lot of black guys get very excited about white girls, and an excitable man with a big cock is a pleasure to have in your bed, because everything is a little bit more frantic. I think there’s a bit of a taboo thing for them as well, and that adds to their excitement. Plus, and I think it’s all part of the same thing, a lot of black guys really like to have hubby watching while they fuck his wife. It’s a power thing, a payback thing, and it inspires them to fuck me harder. Which I just have to put up with. Anyway, bottom line: black guys love white pussy, especially the married kind with a husband on hand.

All of that was on my mind when I decided, probably for only the fifth time in my life, that tonight I just had to have black. Which alters your choice of clubs, and in my case, the way you behave. Because of everything I’ve just said, and because we stand out a bit in the crown anyway, white girls in black clubs don’t need to show their knickers in order to get attention.

However, I’d got my showing knickers on just in case the need arose, and a really short, flared skirt. When I danced, I twirled occasionally, and hey presto, stocking tops. Wait until you have an audience, twirl again a bit harder and it’s knickers, bum and a hint of pussy. It attracted lots of attention (I knew it would. It’s a dead-cert, and I’ve used it many times since I first attempted it in a club in London that just turned out to have a 95-5 black and white ratio. Now it was working again, and to the full, getting their attention and making me wetter. Showing my knickers always has that effect on me, as you may know.

Early in the evening, and well before anyone had touched me, I found what I wanted. He was a lovely-looking boy, not too tall, well-proportioned shoulders, tight little bum, hard as a marble statue. As was his cock. Lovely straight hard thing, standing up inside his slacks, almost reaching the waist. I rubbed myself all over it just so he’d get the message, and decided to proposition him while he could feel the heat from my pussy burning a hole in his leg.

He said he was with some friends, and couldn’t leave them, since they’d all just arrived together. We had a silly conversation about why he couldn’t, but he was determined, sticking to his deal with his pals even more rigidly than his cock was sticking up in his trousers.

I have solved this problem before quite easily, and I felt the warm trickle start as soon as I considered it as a possibility, so there was no going back, and by the time I’d finished the question it was all but dribbling down my thigh. ‘How many friends’, I asked? Those two, he said, nodding towards to young men smiling at us from the bar. ‘Bring them as well’ I said and felt his cock jerk between us. He obviously liked the idea..

We needed two taxis anyway, so I showed them the key-card with the hotel name and room number on it, and we went in the first one. Rog enjoyed a little feel on the way there, and again when we got upstairs, and said what he found in my knickers was like a handful of boiling jelly. Good old Rog. Romantic to the end.

While we were still laughing they knocked on the door, and as Rog let them in I had a chance to get a proper look at the other two for the first time. Not that it mattered, because I’d decided to fuck them before I’d seen them or knew how many there were. The one I’d chosen, David, was still as cute as I’d first thought, and one of the others was about the same age and quite decent -looking, very smiley, which always helps. Rog says that’s just because he’d got something nice to look forward to but it doesn’t matter why. He was happy and smiling and that’s always a bonus.

The third one was quite a bit older, easily late twenties, maybe early thirties, and he seemed to be the alpha, because they sort of checked everything with him, always looking to see whether he approved or not. Like they asked him what he wanted and got him a drink from the mini-bar before they looked for themselves. I think they were waiting for him to give them a sign that it was okay for the party to start, but was horny and didn’t want to wait, so I lifted my skirt, showing them stocking-tops and knickers, and sort of danced towards the pretty one, but he twisted away and almost pushed me at the alpha.

I wasn’t really fussed about the pecking order, but it made no real difference, so I pulled my dress off over my head, and in heels, holdups and what I can only say were now very soggy knickers, began a little dancing display, as I moved around him, running my hands up his thighs, slowly moving in on his cock.

Let the lady have what she wants first he said, pushing me back towards David, the bastard. I’m not accustomed to rejection, especially when I’m half naked and so hot and wet he could smell me. Then I’ll show her what she’s been missing, he promised, looking me right in the eyes, like we were making an important deal. It sounded fine by me anyway, but the look clinched it.

I did a little bit of unzipping on my two young ones, and sat on the end of the bed with one in each hand, sucking left, sucking right, and the alpha watched me intently. I know he did, because I was watching him. Normally I watch Roger’s face when I’m doing this, normally I’m showing off to him, but tonight I was playing straight to the older of the three black guys, and it was making me wet.

Then one of the young lads growled, David pushed me back on the bed and just fell on top of me, and I guided him in with one hand. He fucked me hard and fast,and but I never let go of the cock in my hand, and with my head turned I could still suck it, and look over top of it and watch his boss watching us.

David came delightfully quickly, and as soon as he let out a shout that accompanied his spurts inside me his friend undressed (he had to prise my fingers off his cock to manage it) and then lifted me up onto the bed properly, knelt me on all fours and got behind. They always feel bigger from behind, but it was lovely and hard, and immediately slippery with juice and cum, and then he was off into it, fucking like a man in a sprint race.

David lay down beside us stroking and offering me his cock to suck, but I was too busy now and I could never have got the rhythm of the spitroast right while his friend was battering away at that frantic pace. I wasn’t complaining, got my head down and my pussy up, spread my knees and let him fuck as hard as he could. This, I have to say, was what I had wanted when I decided to come out and find a black guy.

He was lean and fit, his cock was a huge chocolate pole and he was hammering away as hard as he could, mostly demonstrating to his mates and Roger that he could make me scream with pleasure, beg for more and then beg for mercy.

I looked at his boss, relaxing against the wall, talking to Roger, but never looking away from my face. I came at once, wanting him to see me cumming.

Afterwards, I decided I did want a cock to suck after all, and we did a sideways spit roast for a bit, but as soon as David was hard enough they swapped places, so I suck3ed his friend while he fucked me for a second time, and then they started to ring the changes. I love two hard cocks swapping places till you don’t know or care which is which and you’re in a world of cock, being fucked like they’re trying to kill you and feeling as if your senses are so overwhelmed you might really die from it.

Rog said boss man let them play like that for an hour or so, taking turns, doggy, missionary, cowgirl, whatever, and both cumming deep inside me. Then he stripped off his own clothes. As soon as they saw he was naked and ready the other two pulled out and moved aside, and I watched his face, still no sign of emotion or interest, just that hard glittering promise as he pulled me flat on my back, watching between my legs as he pushed into me for the first time.

He was ready okay. It was rock hard, and large, but so were the others, but he was older and knew how to make it last. Hard and steady, less frantic, I knew i could relax and wait for him to fuck me silly and make me cum as many times as I could stand it. Which he did, fucking me endlessly, or so it seemed, speeding up to help me cum, then settling back down to a nice steady pace until I started to thrash about and shout louder, and speeding up again to help me on my way.

Rog says he went on like that without a break for over an hour, and it certainly felt like it next day. My pussy was aching and my legs were floppy, weak from all the exercise and from cumming over and over again. Rog was a bit distracted talking to the boss and lost count early on, but says it was at least ten, maybe twelve times, during the evening, which is good, but not a record (18, but I was much younger then).

Then the boss arched his back, almost lifting me clear of the mattress on his cock, and jerked his whole body each time he spurted, so I screamed out loud, cumming with him.

I was limp and exhausted then, but he waved at the other two, and they just trotted forwards like good obedient soldiers and went back to taking turns, first doggy and then missionary when I was so wrung out I couldn’t kneel properly any more.

Their boss went to the bathroom, dressed himself slowly and carefully, and helped himself to a drink from the minibar. He sipped it, not slow, not fast, Rog says, and after about twenty minutes he just shuffled and coughed as he put his glass down and the other two picked up on it straight away. Suddenly they were in overdrive again, David twining his fingers in my hair as I sucked his cock and the other one fucked as fast as he ever had that night, bouncing me around so that I didn’t have to do anything to provide David’s bj, just let his cock slide around in my mouth. Which is the best way, if not the only way. Two cocks, perfect timing.

They didn’t quite match, because there was cum jetting into my pussy and I opened my mouth to yell, letting David drop while I came as well. I would have gone back to sucking him, and in fact I would have loved a gush of hot cum in my mouth at that moment in the evening, but he wanted more pussy, and fucked me hard and fast, cumming very quickly, still several long, hot spurts even though it was his third or fourth time.

He got up and dressed, with the other two watching, and when they left, he was the only one to kiss me goodbye. I think he wanted to stay, but he left. I wasn’t that sorry, to be honest. I was exhausted, literally worn out, and he was still bursting with energy. I was going to tell him to stop by for breakfast, but thought better of it. Roger says I should have done, but I thought it might have been too slutty. Besides, they might all have come, and I don’t think I could have managed another three hours so soon.

Rog curled up behind me in bed and my pussy was aching when he slid inside, but I just love that feeling of my husband’s cock slithering around in the sticky wetness where someone else has cum inside me and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Lucky for me, he likes it too. We talked about that for a while, and though he he moved gently I knew he was going to cum quite quickly. ‘What were you talking about with the older one’, I asked, mostly to distract him, and make it last. He stiffened. It was the wrong question. He was admiring their work, Rog said, starting to fuck me quite a bit harder. ‘Is he their teacher’, I asked jokingly, and felt Rog grow bigger inside me. Sort of, he said between grunts as he fucked me harder and harder. He’s their Dad.

I would have cum then anyway, even without Rog spraying hot cum against my insides where the lads and their Father had just done the same, but it was lovely doing it together. Daddy was 38, apparently, David was 18 and his brother (whose name I never knew) was 17.

I’ve never done that before, and honestly if someone tried to arrange it on the net with me I’d say thanks but no thanks. But finding out afterwards, when it was too late to undo anything? Horniest part of the evening, and I’ve had to try and remember every second, and reconsider every sensation and feeling knowing their relationship. I still can’t keep my hand out of my knickers now, but I don’t know why.

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