When Saturday came, Ferdi had gotten up around 10 a.m., well after everyone had already had breakfast. Yvonne had packed a light travel bag and was in the kitchen with Carmelita when he came out of the bedroom. He asked her where she was running off too, and she told him that she was going on a shopping trip with friends to the eastern shore to look for antiques. Ferdi taunted her, saying she was going to run off with her boyfriend.
Yvonne nor Carmelita responded, finding his teasing inappropriate and immature. Yvonne asked him if he was *******, and he denied it. He said he had slept off what he had ******* the night before and that he would have some more ******* if he wanted to. He had done the minimum of what was required by the court, so he felt like it was okay for him to go back to his old habits, except for driving. Yvonne decided not to waste time arguing with Ferdi and ruining her attitude for the day, so she went out to the annex and sat down to look over her bills while taking in the garden.
When she came back to the apartment, Ferdi was gone, and Carmelita asked her about what she had planned for the twins that evening. Yvonne’s phone rang, and it was Carol telling her she was pulling in front of her building. She told Carol to park in one of the bright green painted parking spots in front of the building and she would be right down. Yvonne told Carmelita, if the ******* went anywhere, they had to be back home by 10 p.m., and they could have guests only until midnight. Yvonne went and told her children goodbye and that she would see them tomorrow, then left the apartment. When she got downstairs to Carol’s car, she quickly jumped in and told her to hurry up and leave before she changed her mind. Laughing, Carol sped off toward Annapolis.
They passed the hour drive by talking about as much as they could, with Yvonne filling Carol in on her limited sexual experiences. Carol told her that her relationship with Abdul sounded like a good deal and asked her if she ever thought of asking him to reconsider his ideas. Yvonne told her that she thought about it more than a few times, but since marrying Ferdi, she knew it wasn’t ever going to be possible. She told Carol that she thought he knew that she should marry some well-to-do white guy. Carol said that was a part of his reality given his age, and he may have figured that she would eventually get tired of being the breadwinner or wind-up taking care of an old man.
Yvonne said she wouldn’t have felt that way, and Carol told her that it wasn’t up to her because she wasn’t the man in the relationship. She told Yvonne that she had to remember that black men still had to be extra careful when dealing with white women. Yvonne said she knew that but didn’t think things were still so bad, and Carol chuckled. Carol told her she saw that she didn’t get out much, because things were almost the same as they had always been, it just depended on what you paid attention to. She told Yvonne that nothing made white men crazier than to see any white woman that they thought could’ve been their trophy wife in the arms of a black man, and God forbid they actually saw them sleeping together.
Carol told her that some of them acted like the bullshit was real about black men roaming around looking for innocent young white women to ******* and even worse, impregnate with their black seed, changing the color scheme and eliminating the white race on the earth. Yvonne chuckled and replied to Carol that, while she didn’t see an epidemic of ******* of white women by black men, if white women only slept with black men and had their babies, then eventually white people would disappear. She told Carol to think about the south of Europe and why they all looked darker than everybody else since the Moors ruled over that part for seven hundred plus years. Carol laughed, saying that must have been the cause of all that hate they had for mixed relations between black men and white women.
Yvonne said she thought it strange that this talk of race mixing was always black men sleeping with white women, but you never heard anything about white men sleeping with black women. Yvonne continued, saying that sex between white men and black women also changed the color scheme. Carol replied that it was because they probably felt that as men, they could control those black women having those babies, and they didn’t care about that, plus they’d ******* them off if too many were being born, in the name of preservation.
The two glared at each other and burst into laughter. They changed the subject, and Yvonne told Carol she felt overdressed when she saw the dress Carol was wearing. Carol told her it was what she called her commonplace sexy look, a simple dress just above the knee that fit loose enough to feel comfortable but still able to show off enough of her body shape to attract those interested in it. Carol told Yvonne that she figured out that she didn’t need to spend time on anything but being clean and presentable and a touch of whatever made her feel pretty. She didn’t spend money on fashion at all because they never took women like her into consideration.
Yvonne said she knew what Carol meant and had always struggled to find clothes to wear, mostly for work. She said she would find something she liked that fit well enough and buy a lot of that. Carol laughed and said she used to do the same thing but stopped years ago because she just wanted to feel more like herself and not like she had to impress anyone that didn’t respect her. She told Yvonne that when you’re not the social definition of attractiveness or its cousin, you might as well consider yourself out of the family and disrespected because people were too harsh and critical of you without knowing anything, and as a larger woman who wasn’t a blonde with bedroom eyes, she had been disrespected on more than a few occasions.
Yvonne replied that focusing on those things made you bitter, and Carol agreed. She told Yvonne that was why, when her mom did an intervention with her with an older friend, they made her realize that she had to accept herself and choose to be happy and fulfilled than try to fit in and be what others thought was beautiful. They were almost at Gail’s house, and Carol asked Yvonne if she wouldn’t mind sitting in the back when they picked up Gail. Yvonne told her it was no problem.
Yvonne thought Gail looked like she could be an older wayward sister of one of them. Gail was a bit older than Carol and Yvonne but was the liveliest of the group. Gail had on a shiny-looking gold dress and some low-heeled open-toe gold and black pumps. The first thing Yvonne noticed was that Gail was short at about 5’3 and had some really big breasts. She also took notice of her short all-white hair that was cut in a jazzy style, just past the ear.
Gail hopped in the car with two large tote bags that Yvonne put in the back with her. It was only a twenty-minute ride to the hotel, so Gail was quick with her introduction. She told Yvonne she was happy to meet her and that she had come with Carol to have some fun. She asked Yvonne if she understood how things were going to proceed, and she said that she didn’t.
Carol explained that they were so engaged in their talk that she had failed to explain how things were supposed to go at the meetup. Gail gave Yvonne a quick rundown of how things were planned and what to expect and what things she had to pay attention to. Gail explained that this time they were going to be staying at the Chesapeake Bay Club in the Veranda Suite, which had three different sleeping areas they could use for their fun, and to rest when not having fun. She said there was no full kitchen but a small fridge and a microwave and wet bar in the room, as well as one and a half baths with a shower and separate jacuzzi. There were two fireplaces and a small terrace that looked out over the gardens. Gail mentioned that there was a restaurant on site that offered room service, and breakfast was served ala carte in a café adjacent to the restaurant in the morning.
Gail told her that they did a little mood setting by doing some hands-on passion work that included deep breathing and light massage. She told Yvonne that there were two mature black men she had known for about eight years that she got together with once or twice a month, no strings and no getting into anyone’s business. In a serious tone, she told Yvonne to remember that this was all about fun, so not to let that good black dick blow her mind and get any notions of doing some needy crazy ******* or chasing these men down. They had lives and other committed relationships, just like them, and didn’t need the drama. Yvonne told Gail she understood.
Gail told Yvonne that after the first round of fun that usually took up the first three hours or so, they cleaned up and took a dinner break. They would eat in the room, and then leave separately for a walk and to handle anything that required attention. Then they came back together after an hour to begin another round of adult pleasures. Gail told Yvonne she was free to sleep after that or sit up and do whatever she felt with whoever else stayed up.
Gail told her that they got up around eight o’clock in the morning to get cleaned up and ready for breakfast. The guys would say their goodbyes before everyone went down to breakfast, and then they would leave separately whenever they were done. Gail said that everything would be charged to the room so there was no need to pay for anything or worry about tipping. Gail said she knew she had told Yvonne a lot but that she just wanted to show Yvonne a good time and to introduce her to a different way to enjoy herself. Gail told Carol the guys would already be there making themselves inconspicuous while they waited for them to arrive and get into the room.
Carol pulled into valet parking, and the women got out and went to the front desk. Gail stepped up and got checked in, and they went to the suite on the fourth floor. Once inside, Gail made a call, and the women put away their things and started to freshen up. There was a knock at the door, and Gail answered, letting in three mature-looking black men, one obviously younger than the other two. The younger man was a little taller than average, and the other two men were taller than he was. Gail quickly spoke with one of the older men and then turned and introduced them.
“You all know Carol, and this is her friend Yvonne,” she said to the men while opening her arm toward the ladies standing next to each other, smilingly at the three men. Gail looked at Yvonne and Carol and said, “My friends here are Ahmad and Jarel, and this is Keon,” waving her hand at the younger looking man. Gail smiled at Keon and said, “We’re not shy here so I hope my friend prepared you. Tell me how old you are Keon.”
“I’m forty-one ma’am,” Keon replied.
“Let me tell you something, baby; if you call me ma’am again, I’m going to ride that pretty face until you learn not to,” Gail said back to him. Everyone laughed and they went to the dining table and sat down.
The men all spoke to Carol and Yvonne, and then Gail said that they would let them freshen up and get started. Carol told Yvonne to follow her, and they went into the bedroom. She told Yvonne to take everything off and put on the bathrobe hanging up. Yvonne looked at her like she was worried, and Carol told her that everyone would be in robes, so it wasn’t going to be a problem. Yvonne took a deep breath and looked at Carol and Gail and figured, if they were comfy enough to bare it all underneath a robe, she could do so too.
They all met up again in the big sitting area, and Gail told everyone to get in place and take a seat on the floor. The guys took a seat in between each of the women, and they all sat cross-legged on the floor in a circle. Gail instructed everyone to take some deep breaths while she spoke soft prompts about letting go of stress and hassles anyone had on their mind, reminding them that this was a time for fun and pleasure. She then gave instructions for them to turn to each other on both sides and give hugs; then there was an alternating massage exercise.
Gail announced it was ladies’ choice time, and the women would have to choose their partners. Carol and Gail must have agreed to let the two newcomers start with each other because they chose Ahmad and Jarel, leaving Yvonne and Keon together. Gail pointed to an open doorway, telling Yvonne that’s where she and Keon could go to enjoy themselves, and then took Jarel with her into the bedroom.
Yvonne watched Carol glide off, smiling with Ahmad, before looking at Keon and motioning for him to follow her to the open door. She sat on the edge of the queen bed, looking at Keon’s muscular body beneath his robe, waiting to get a good look at him. Keon must have read her face because he removed his robe and gave her what she wanted. Yvonne put on a Cheshire grin when she saw his hose-like semi-erect penis twitching at her. Keon had a hairy chest and pubes that didn’t seem to match his clean-shaven face.
Yvonne undid the belt on her robe and lay back on the bed, opening herself to him. Keon climbed on top of her and began kissing her. Yvonne was almost overwhelmed but pushed her mouth onto his and kissed back, remembering the feeling of deep kissing and how it stirred her body. Her hands went up to the sides of his face, and they kept kissing until she felt his hardness pressing against the cellulited flesh of her thighs. Yvonne moved to slip the robe of her shoulders, and Keon stood up next to the bed, standing over her.
Without a word she leaned forward and started licking and rubbing her lips along his penis, the gingerbread tone of his skin increasing her desire as she looked at the contrast in color of his cock in her creamy hands when she put the head of him in her mouth. Yvonne had thought she was going to take her time and began to slowly suck on Keon’s penis, wetting about half of him before she heard a loud moan and what sounded like someone yelling, “Give it to me!”
Yvonne felt like she was lagging behind and pushed down on his cock, getting a good amount of his length into her mouth. She began bobbing on him and sucking quickly while putting a lot of her saliva on his shaft. She pulled him out of her mouth and lay back, rubbing the top of her furry mound. Keon spread her thighs wide and dove his head down, placing his mouth right on top of her slickening core. Yvonne let out a loud sigh and he lapped his tongue all around her lovebud and stuck it into the center a few times. When she grabbed his head, he stood up and slid on top of her, inching forward until the head of his penis reached the hairy tunnel he was seeking and entered her.
For the next few minutes, Keon ran his cock inside of her, rubbing his penis all around the sides of her slickened tight center until he felt her climax and clutch his penis with the muscles of her vagina. He kissed her, and then started driving his cock in and out of her tight hairy core. He held her legs back with his arms and moved like a piston between her big thighs until Yvonne wailed and soaked his cock and balls. She had an intense orgasm and grabbed his shoulders, shaking back and forth as each wave of it washed over her.
Keon slowed his pace, rubbing his cock around the inside of her again. He did this one more time before Yvonne asked him to get on his back. She climbed on top of him, put her hands on his chest, and then rolled her hips to grind herself down onto him until she had all his straining cock wrapped inside her folds. Yvonne started rocking back and forth, sometimes swirling her hips, cooing, and grunting at how good she was feeling as another orgasm came over her. Keon tweaked her big nipples and thrust upward in rhythm to her rocking hips, giving her more orgasms, her juices coating his ballsack, dripping onto the bed.
Yvonne shuddered and put her hands on her stomach and groaned. Keon sat up and asked her if she was okay, and she just winced and said she was okay, but had come so hard that she had gotten a cramp in her stomach. Keon rolled her onto her back gently and kissed her breasts before sliding his stiffness back into her. Yvonne wrapped her legs low around his taut butt and rubbed his strong arms while he slid slowly in and out of her until she nodded at him and leaned up to kiss him again. During their deep kiss, she heard a distant howl of one of the other women having a long orgasm, and she smiled as she enjoyed moving on toward one of her own. Keon’s body tightened and he pumped his cock deep into her wet folds letting his fluid flow deep into the contracting canal of her swollen vagina. Yvonne pulled his heaving chest down onto hers, her face next to his, holding him there inside of her. She put her mouth next to his ear and thanked him, rubbing her hands over his head and releasing him to sit up and look at her smiling.
At dinner the three couples enjoyed some light laughter while enjoying their meal. Carol was happy Yvonne had such a good time with Keon that Gail told her she had some other social activities she might be interested in that she would tell her about later.
The group finished eating, and the women got dressed and went to take a walk around the hotel and the gardens. Yvonne asked Gail how she started these types of meetings, and Gail told her it was because of her deceased husband. She told Yvonne that just prior to her husband’s death, he had urged her to go have some fun and not sit around and worry about him, playing the sad caregiver. He was terminal from an issue he had with his liver, and he didn’t want to waste time lying to himself about a transplant.
Gail said that she was fifty-seven and he was sixty-three, and her husband had met her when she was just a twenty-one-year-old bratty entertainment girl and he was an up-and-coming businessman into the utilities, namely natural gas. She said he had provided a wonderful life for her, despite all the challenges and a bevy of mistakes she had made running after strange meat.
When he first got sick, he didn’t want her waiting on him at all, but Gail said she wouldn’t have been able to live with herself if she had just left him in that house with a nurse to wither away. She maintained her wifely duties, and they still engaged in sex when he had the energy. He rarely did have the energy, and she switched to giving him blowjobs until he didn’t want her to do that anymore. Then she switched to kissing and hand jobs until he finally told her not to bother. She doted on him and still managed to give him some affection because she really loved him and wanted to shower him with as much affection as she could before he was gone.
He finally had pressed her enough to go find some fun for herself, and she tried dating but as an older woman kept meeting men who didn’t perform well or were just rough jerks. She tried going to a couple of swinger’s parties, but after winding up sitting in a corner because of the lack of attention, she crossed that off as an outlet. She went to the personals but then started meeting men more interested in her keeping house or how much she was going to get, when she revealed that she had a terminally ill husband.
Because she was mainly interested in having some good sex, she started frequenting the swinger personals, since she knew those men were primarily only interested in having sex. She said she arranged for a few dates with some men, where a couple of them were no shows and the others were okay. She enjoyed the sex, but she didn’t get the feeling she was looking for from being with the men.
While looking through the ads, she saw an ad that had a picture of the bodies of two handsome black men. The ad said that they were a team and were looking for a mature woman or a couple of mature women that wanted to enjoy some discreet regular fun with them. The ad mentioned that they gave four-hand massages and used breathing techniques to enhance the pleasure and were looking for an older woman with a good girlfriend she could bring to enjoy a good time. Gail had never been with a black man and thought that she wanted to try these guys out and see if she could enjoy herself like she wanted. She responded to their ad, set up a date, and the rest was history. Gail didn’t have any girlfriends she could bring with her, but eventually she wound up getting Carol to come with her, and they made it a regular thing once or twice a month.
Gail only took a break when her husband finally passed and didn’t do anything for a couple of months while she grieved and set things in order. Gail said the guys really appreciated the way she and Carol treated them, and in turn, they loved the sex they were able to enjoy between the two men. Carol told Yvonne that it was a plus to have a trusted friend you could have this type of fun with, and Gail smiled and agreed.
When the group resumed their evening, Yvonne was paired up with Jarel in her comfy space. She shared some kissing and hugging with him and then asked him if he would mind if she just performed oral sex on him. She said she was ashamed to admit that she was really sore after her session with Keon. Jarel told her she didn’t have to be ashamed and that she didn’t have to give him oral, but she insisted.
Jarel was slimmer than Keon had been, and his walnut-colored skin was very smooth and sweet smelling. Yvonne enjoyed it so much, she kept his ballsack in her mouth for a very long time, savoring him while she used her hands to stroke his long shaft. She alternated between sucking and stroking on him until he announced he was about to climax. She covered the head of his cock with her mouth and swallowed as much of his spill as she could, using her fingers to wipe the rest from her chin and into her parted lips. She kissed him along his chest and lay next to him on the bed, cuddled against his warm body. Yvonne didn’t move for the rest of the night.
When they got up the next day and went to breakfast, Yvonne couldn’t stop staring at the guys, smiling while she was eating. Gail gave her a nudge and told her to stop making googly eyes in public. Yvonne apologized and put her head down. Carol laughed and told her not to be dramatic, and the guys all smiled and said she was fine. Prior to coming down, upstairs everyone had shared their good-byes and Keon told Yvonne that he had a really good time and hoped she would be coming again. Yvonne told him he could count on it and to make sure his friends brought him along. Sitting at breakfast, her mind was somewhere in the future, anticipating the next get-together.
On the drive back to Gail’s house, Yvonne kept thanking her for allowing her to come. Gail said she understood how overwhelming it could be. She asked Yvonne if that was her first time with a black man, and Yvonne told her that it wasn’t but that it had been a long time and she had forgotten that feeling. Gail told her that she agreed and that she would be sure to keep in touch so they could plan the next time they could enjoy having some fun. When they got to Gail’s home, Yvonne noticed another car in the driveway, and Gail told her that she always got a full body massage afterward to recover.
On the drive back toward D.C., Yvonne and Carol enjoyed going over their pleasures from the night before. Yvonne told Carol that it had been so long since she had such a sexual good time like that. Carol told her she was happy she was able to get her to come along, and that she wanted to introduce her to some friends. Yvonne glanced at her and said she wasn’t sure if she was ready to meet more swingers, and Carol laughed, telling her that while her girlfriends were open-minded that it wasn’t a swing group. She told Yvonne she had a group of solid friends that met every once in a while, for lunch at a local country club where they could catch up on their lives and learn about different things going on with government business and such. She assured Yvonne that the women were all professionals and that it wouldn’t hurt her to get to know them. Yvonne said that since Carol had a good track record this far that she would take her up on attending.
When Carol dropped Yvonne off at her building, she told her that she would call her sometime during the week to let her know what Saturday her friends were having lunch again. Yvonne thanked Carol again and told her to let her know when she got home and went into the building. When Yvonne came into her apartment, Carmelita was there to meet her. Yvonne seemed happy, and Carmelita told her she noticed what a big smile she had. Yvonne told her she was happy and that she had a good time with her friends.
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Yvonne nor Carmelita responded, finding his teasing inappropriate and immature. Yvonne asked him if he was *******, and he denied it. He said he had slept off what he had ******* the night before and that he would have some more ******* if he wanted to. He had done the minimum of what was required by the court, so he felt like it was okay for him to go back to his old habits, except for driving. Yvonne decided not to waste time arguing with Ferdi and ruining her attitude for the day, so she went out to the annex and sat down to look over her bills while taking in the garden.
When she came back to the apartment, Ferdi was gone, and Carmelita asked her about what she had planned for the twins that evening. Yvonne’s phone rang, and it was Carol telling her she was pulling in front of her building. She told Carol to park in one of the bright green painted parking spots in front of the building and she would be right down. Yvonne told Carmelita, if the ******* went anywhere, they had to be back home by 10 p.m., and they could have guests only until midnight. Yvonne went and told her children goodbye and that she would see them tomorrow, then left the apartment. When she got downstairs to Carol’s car, she quickly jumped in and told her to hurry up and leave before she changed her mind. Laughing, Carol sped off toward Annapolis.
They passed the hour drive by talking about as much as they could, with Yvonne filling Carol in on her limited sexual experiences. Carol told her that her relationship with Abdul sounded like a good deal and asked her if she ever thought of asking him to reconsider his ideas. Yvonne told her that she thought about it more than a few times, but since marrying Ferdi, she knew it wasn’t ever going to be possible. She told Carol that she thought he knew that she should marry some well-to-do white guy. Carol said that was a part of his reality given his age, and he may have figured that she would eventually get tired of being the breadwinner or wind-up taking care of an old man.
Yvonne said she wouldn’t have felt that way, and Carol told her that it wasn’t up to her because she wasn’t the man in the relationship. She told Yvonne that she had to remember that black men still had to be extra careful when dealing with white women. Yvonne said she knew that but didn’t think things were still so bad, and Carol chuckled. Carol told her she saw that she didn’t get out much, because things were almost the same as they had always been, it just depended on what you paid attention to. She told Yvonne that nothing made white men crazier than to see any white woman that they thought could’ve been their trophy wife in the arms of a black man, and God forbid they actually saw them sleeping together.
Carol told her that some of them acted like the bullshit was real about black men roaming around looking for innocent young white women to ******* and even worse, impregnate with their black seed, changing the color scheme and eliminating the white race on the earth. Yvonne chuckled and replied to Carol that, while she didn’t see an epidemic of ******* of white women by black men, if white women only slept with black men and had their babies, then eventually white people would disappear. She told Carol to think about the south of Europe and why they all looked darker than everybody else since the Moors ruled over that part for seven hundred plus years. Carol laughed, saying that must have been the cause of all that hate they had for mixed relations between black men and white women.
Yvonne said she thought it strange that this talk of race mixing was always black men sleeping with white women, but you never heard anything about white men sleeping with black women. Yvonne continued, saying that sex between white men and black women also changed the color scheme. Carol replied that it was because they probably felt that as men, they could control those black women having those babies, and they didn’t care about that, plus they’d ******* them off if too many were being born, in the name of preservation.
The two glared at each other and burst into laughter. They changed the subject, and Yvonne told Carol she felt overdressed when she saw the dress Carol was wearing. Carol told her it was what she called her commonplace sexy look, a simple dress just above the knee that fit loose enough to feel comfortable but still able to show off enough of her body shape to attract those interested in it. Carol told Yvonne that she figured out that she didn’t need to spend time on anything but being clean and presentable and a touch of whatever made her feel pretty. She didn’t spend money on fashion at all because they never took women like her into consideration.
Yvonne said she knew what Carol meant and had always struggled to find clothes to wear, mostly for work. She said she would find something she liked that fit well enough and buy a lot of that. Carol laughed and said she used to do the same thing but stopped years ago because she just wanted to feel more like herself and not like she had to impress anyone that didn’t respect her. She told Yvonne that when you’re not the social definition of attractiveness or its cousin, you might as well consider yourself out of the family and disrespected because people were too harsh and critical of you without knowing anything, and as a larger woman who wasn’t a blonde with bedroom eyes, she had been disrespected on more than a few occasions.
Yvonne replied that focusing on those things made you bitter, and Carol agreed. She told Yvonne that was why, when her mom did an intervention with her with an older friend, they made her realize that she had to accept herself and choose to be happy and fulfilled than try to fit in and be what others thought was beautiful. They were almost at Gail’s house, and Carol asked Yvonne if she wouldn’t mind sitting in the back when they picked up Gail. Yvonne told her it was no problem.
Yvonne thought Gail looked like she could be an older wayward sister of one of them. Gail was a bit older than Carol and Yvonne but was the liveliest of the group. Gail had on a shiny-looking gold dress and some low-heeled open-toe gold and black pumps. The first thing Yvonne noticed was that Gail was short at about 5’3 and had some really big breasts. She also took notice of her short all-white hair that was cut in a jazzy style, just past the ear.
Gail hopped in the car with two large tote bags that Yvonne put in the back with her. It was only a twenty-minute ride to the hotel, so Gail was quick with her introduction. She told Yvonne she was happy to meet her and that she had come with Carol to have some fun. She asked Yvonne if she understood how things were going to proceed, and she said that she didn’t.
Carol explained that they were so engaged in their talk that she had failed to explain how things were supposed to go at the meetup. Gail gave Yvonne a quick rundown of how things were planned and what to expect and what things she had to pay attention to. Gail explained that this time they were going to be staying at the Chesapeake Bay Club in the Veranda Suite, which had three different sleeping areas they could use for their fun, and to rest when not having fun. She said there was no full kitchen but a small fridge and a microwave and wet bar in the room, as well as one and a half baths with a shower and separate jacuzzi. There were two fireplaces and a small terrace that looked out over the gardens. Gail mentioned that there was a restaurant on site that offered room service, and breakfast was served ala carte in a café adjacent to the restaurant in the morning.
Gail told her that they did a little mood setting by doing some hands-on passion work that included deep breathing and light massage. She told Yvonne that there were two mature black men she had known for about eight years that she got together with once or twice a month, no strings and no getting into anyone’s business. In a serious tone, she told Yvonne to remember that this was all about fun, so not to let that good black dick blow her mind and get any notions of doing some needy crazy ******* or chasing these men down. They had lives and other committed relationships, just like them, and didn’t need the drama. Yvonne told Gail she understood.
Gail told Yvonne that after the first round of fun that usually took up the first three hours or so, they cleaned up and took a dinner break. They would eat in the room, and then leave separately for a walk and to handle anything that required attention. Then they came back together after an hour to begin another round of adult pleasures. Gail told Yvonne she was free to sleep after that or sit up and do whatever she felt with whoever else stayed up.
Gail told her that they got up around eight o’clock in the morning to get cleaned up and ready for breakfast. The guys would say their goodbyes before everyone went down to breakfast, and then they would leave separately whenever they were done. Gail said that everything would be charged to the room so there was no need to pay for anything or worry about tipping. Gail said she knew she had told Yvonne a lot but that she just wanted to show Yvonne a good time and to introduce her to a different way to enjoy herself. Gail told Carol the guys would already be there making themselves inconspicuous while they waited for them to arrive and get into the room.
Carol pulled into valet parking, and the women got out and went to the front desk. Gail stepped up and got checked in, and they went to the suite on the fourth floor. Once inside, Gail made a call, and the women put away their things and started to freshen up. There was a knock at the door, and Gail answered, letting in three mature-looking black men, one obviously younger than the other two. The younger man was a little taller than average, and the other two men were taller than he was. Gail quickly spoke with one of the older men and then turned and introduced them.
“You all know Carol, and this is her friend Yvonne,” she said to the men while opening her arm toward the ladies standing next to each other, smilingly at the three men. Gail looked at Yvonne and Carol and said, “My friends here are Ahmad and Jarel, and this is Keon,” waving her hand at the younger looking man. Gail smiled at Keon and said, “We’re not shy here so I hope my friend prepared you. Tell me how old you are Keon.”
“I’m forty-one ma’am,” Keon replied.
“Let me tell you something, baby; if you call me ma’am again, I’m going to ride that pretty face until you learn not to,” Gail said back to him. Everyone laughed and they went to the dining table and sat down.
The men all spoke to Carol and Yvonne, and then Gail said that they would let them freshen up and get started. Carol told Yvonne to follow her, and they went into the bedroom. She told Yvonne to take everything off and put on the bathrobe hanging up. Yvonne looked at her like she was worried, and Carol told her that everyone would be in robes, so it wasn’t going to be a problem. Yvonne took a deep breath and looked at Carol and Gail and figured, if they were comfy enough to bare it all underneath a robe, she could do so too.
They all met up again in the big sitting area, and Gail told everyone to get in place and take a seat on the floor. The guys took a seat in between each of the women, and they all sat cross-legged on the floor in a circle. Gail instructed everyone to take some deep breaths while she spoke soft prompts about letting go of stress and hassles anyone had on their mind, reminding them that this was a time for fun and pleasure. She then gave instructions for them to turn to each other on both sides and give hugs; then there was an alternating massage exercise.
Gail announced it was ladies’ choice time, and the women would have to choose their partners. Carol and Gail must have agreed to let the two newcomers start with each other because they chose Ahmad and Jarel, leaving Yvonne and Keon together. Gail pointed to an open doorway, telling Yvonne that’s where she and Keon could go to enjoy themselves, and then took Jarel with her into the bedroom.
Yvonne watched Carol glide off, smiling with Ahmad, before looking at Keon and motioning for him to follow her to the open door. She sat on the edge of the queen bed, looking at Keon’s muscular body beneath his robe, waiting to get a good look at him. Keon must have read her face because he removed his robe and gave her what she wanted. Yvonne put on a Cheshire grin when she saw his hose-like semi-erect penis twitching at her. Keon had a hairy chest and pubes that didn’t seem to match his clean-shaven face.
Yvonne undid the belt on her robe and lay back on the bed, opening herself to him. Keon climbed on top of her and began kissing her. Yvonne was almost overwhelmed but pushed her mouth onto his and kissed back, remembering the feeling of deep kissing and how it stirred her body. Her hands went up to the sides of his face, and they kept kissing until she felt his hardness pressing against the cellulited flesh of her thighs. Yvonne moved to slip the robe of her shoulders, and Keon stood up next to the bed, standing over her.
Without a word she leaned forward and started licking and rubbing her lips along his penis, the gingerbread tone of his skin increasing her desire as she looked at the contrast in color of his cock in her creamy hands when she put the head of him in her mouth. Yvonne had thought she was going to take her time and began to slowly suck on Keon’s penis, wetting about half of him before she heard a loud moan and what sounded like someone yelling, “Give it to me!”
Yvonne felt like she was lagging behind and pushed down on his cock, getting a good amount of his length into her mouth. She began bobbing on him and sucking quickly while putting a lot of her saliva on his shaft. She pulled him out of her mouth and lay back, rubbing the top of her furry mound. Keon spread her thighs wide and dove his head down, placing his mouth right on top of her slickening core. Yvonne let out a loud sigh and he lapped his tongue all around her lovebud and stuck it into the center a few times. When she grabbed his head, he stood up and slid on top of her, inching forward until the head of his penis reached the hairy tunnel he was seeking and entered her.
For the next few minutes, Keon ran his cock inside of her, rubbing his penis all around the sides of her slickened tight center until he felt her climax and clutch his penis with the muscles of her vagina. He kissed her, and then started driving his cock in and out of her tight hairy core. He held her legs back with his arms and moved like a piston between her big thighs until Yvonne wailed and soaked his cock and balls. She had an intense orgasm and grabbed his shoulders, shaking back and forth as each wave of it washed over her.
Keon slowed his pace, rubbing his cock around the inside of her again. He did this one more time before Yvonne asked him to get on his back. She climbed on top of him, put her hands on his chest, and then rolled her hips to grind herself down onto him until she had all his straining cock wrapped inside her folds. Yvonne started rocking back and forth, sometimes swirling her hips, cooing, and grunting at how good she was feeling as another orgasm came over her. Keon tweaked her big nipples and thrust upward in rhythm to her rocking hips, giving her more orgasms, her juices coating his ballsack, dripping onto the bed.
Yvonne shuddered and put her hands on her stomach and groaned. Keon sat up and asked her if she was okay, and she just winced and said she was okay, but had come so hard that she had gotten a cramp in her stomach. Keon rolled her onto her back gently and kissed her breasts before sliding his stiffness back into her. Yvonne wrapped her legs low around his taut butt and rubbed his strong arms while he slid slowly in and out of her until she nodded at him and leaned up to kiss him again. During their deep kiss, she heard a distant howl of one of the other women having a long orgasm, and she smiled as she enjoyed moving on toward one of her own. Keon’s body tightened and he pumped his cock deep into her wet folds letting his fluid flow deep into the contracting canal of her swollen vagina. Yvonne pulled his heaving chest down onto hers, her face next to his, holding him there inside of her. She put her mouth next to his ear and thanked him, rubbing her hands over his head and releasing him to sit up and look at her smiling.
At dinner the three couples enjoyed some light laughter while enjoying their meal. Carol was happy Yvonne had such a good time with Keon that Gail told her she had some other social activities she might be interested in that she would tell her about later.
The group finished eating, and the women got dressed and went to take a walk around the hotel and the gardens. Yvonne asked Gail how she started these types of meetings, and Gail told her it was because of her deceased husband. She told Yvonne that just prior to her husband’s death, he had urged her to go have some fun and not sit around and worry about him, playing the sad caregiver. He was terminal from an issue he had with his liver, and he didn’t want to waste time lying to himself about a transplant.
Gail said that she was fifty-seven and he was sixty-three, and her husband had met her when she was just a twenty-one-year-old bratty entertainment girl and he was an up-and-coming businessman into the utilities, namely natural gas. She said he had provided a wonderful life for her, despite all the challenges and a bevy of mistakes she had made running after strange meat.
When he first got sick, he didn’t want her waiting on him at all, but Gail said she wouldn’t have been able to live with herself if she had just left him in that house with a nurse to wither away. She maintained her wifely duties, and they still engaged in sex when he had the energy. He rarely did have the energy, and she switched to giving him blowjobs until he didn’t want her to do that anymore. Then she switched to kissing and hand jobs until he finally told her not to bother. She doted on him and still managed to give him some affection because she really loved him and wanted to shower him with as much affection as she could before he was gone.
He finally had pressed her enough to go find some fun for herself, and she tried dating but as an older woman kept meeting men who didn’t perform well or were just rough jerks. She tried going to a couple of swinger’s parties, but after winding up sitting in a corner because of the lack of attention, she crossed that off as an outlet. She went to the personals but then started meeting men more interested in her keeping house or how much she was going to get, when she revealed that she had a terminally ill husband.
Because she was mainly interested in having some good sex, she started frequenting the swinger personals, since she knew those men were primarily only interested in having sex. She said she arranged for a few dates with some men, where a couple of them were no shows and the others were okay. She enjoyed the sex, but she didn’t get the feeling she was looking for from being with the men.
While looking through the ads, she saw an ad that had a picture of the bodies of two handsome black men. The ad said that they were a team and were looking for a mature woman or a couple of mature women that wanted to enjoy some discreet regular fun with them. The ad mentioned that they gave four-hand massages and used breathing techniques to enhance the pleasure and were looking for an older woman with a good girlfriend she could bring to enjoy a good time. Gail had never been with a black man and thought that she wanted to try these guys out and see if she could enjoy herself like she wanted. She responded to their ad, set up a date, and the rest was history. Gail didn’t have any girlfriends she could bring with her, but eventually she wound up getting Carol to come with her, and they made it a regular thing once or twice a month.
Gail only took a break when her husband finally passed and didn’t do anything for a couple of months while she grieved and set things in order. Gail said the guys really appreciated the way she and Carol treated them, and in turn, they loved the sex they were able to enjoy between the two men. Carol told Yvonne that it was a plus to have a trusted friend you could have this type of fun with, and Gail smiled and agreed.
When the group resumed their evening, Yvonne was paired up with Jarel in her comfy space. She shared some kissing and hugging with him and then asked him if he would mind if she just performed oral sex on him. She said she was ashamed to admit that she was really sore after her session with Keon. Jarel told her she didn’t have to be ashamed and that she didn’t have to give him oral, but she insisted.
Jarel was slimmer than Keon had been, and his walnut-colored skin was very smooth and sweet smelling. Yvonne enjoyed it so much, she kept his ballsack in her mouth for a very long time, savoring him while she used her hands to stroke his long shaft. She alternated between sucking and stroking on him until he announced he was about to climax. She covered the head of his cock with her mouth and swallowed as much of his spill as she could, using her fingers to wipe the rest from her chin and into her parted lips. She kissed him along his chest and lay next to him on the bed, cuddled against his warm body. Yvonne didn’t move for the rest of the night.
When they got up the next day and went to breakfast, Yvonne couldn’t stop staring at the guys, smiling while she was eating. Gail gave her a nudge and told her to stop making googly eyes in public. Yvonne apologized and put her head down. Carol laughed and told her not to be dramatic, and the guys all smiled and said she was fine. Prior to coming down, upstairs everyone had shared their good-byes and Keon told Yvonne that he had a really good time and hoped she would be coming again. Yvonne told him he could count on it and to make sure his friends brought him along. Sitting at breakfast, her mind was somewhere in the future, anticipating the next get-together.
On the drive back to Gail’s house, Yvonne kept thanking her for allowing her to come. Gail said she understood how overwhelming it could be. She asked Yvonne if that was her first time with a black man, and Yvonne told her that it wasn’t but that it had been a long time and she had forgotten that feeling. Gail told her that she agreed and that she would be sure to keep in touch so they could plan the next time they could enjoy having some fun. When they got to Gail’s home, Yvonne noticed another car in the driveway, and Gail told her that she always got a full body massage afterward to recover.
On the drive back toward D.C., Yvonne and Carol enjoyed going over their pleasures from the night before. Yvonne told Carol that it had been so long since she had such a sexual good time like that. Carol told her she was happy she was able to get her to come along, and that she wanted to introduce her to some friends. Yvonne glanced at her and said she wasn’t sure if she was ready to meet more swingers, and Carol laughed, telling her that while her girlfriends were open-minded that it wasn’t a swing group. She told Yvonne she had a group of solid friends that met every once in a while, for lunch at a local country club where they could catch up on their lives and learn about different things going on with government business and such. She assured Yvonne that the women were all professionals and that it wouldn’t hurt her to get to know them. Yvonne said that since Carol had a good track record this far that she would take her up on attending.
When Carol dropped Yvonne off at her building, she told her that she would call her sometime during the week to let her know what Saturday her friends were having lunch again. Yvonne thanked Carol again and told her to let her know when she got home and went into the building. When Yvonne came into her apartment, Carmelita was there to meet her. Yvonne seemed happy, and Carmelita told her she noticed what a big smile she had. Yvonne told her she was happy and that she had a good time with her friends.
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