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A Country Club Cougar’s Interracial Affair Part 2


Ava’s Sexual Awakening in Atlanta

When James moved away to Atlanta and settled down with his
new wife Rita that was supposed to be the end of our affair.
But it wasn’t. I learned that the human heart is a lot more
complicated than you think. I grew up in a world where you
got married to one man and grew old together. That’s what
my parents had done. Mom had waited for Dad when he had been
gone for fours years flying bombing missions over Germany
in World War II. When he got back, they settled down into
married life through all of its thicks and thins. But that
just wasn’t realistic these days. I was living proof
of that. Bill had divorced me, even though I had tried to
be the perfect wife. And my good friend Cindy was on her third
husband Randy. Those 1950s dynamics simply didn’t work
in the 21st century.

My affair with James had altered my sexual DNA. He taught
me so much about my body and allowed me to explore my sexuality
in ways I would have never considered. Nobody would have
imagined that me, a Republican, Baptist and Country Club
member, would have engaged in a lusty affair with a black
man in which I had swallowed his cum, allowed him to jizz
on my tits and begged him to eat my pussy. After my marriage
to Bill, I was done playing the good girl. That had gotten
me nowhere. Now I was determined to be as creative as I wanted
to be. I didn’t care if I was being slutty.

Cindy gave me some books on feminism and female sexuality.
I began to realize how patriarchal my world was. I lived
in a society where men were allowed to be sexually adventurous,
but women were expected to be chaste and pure. Things had
changed slightly in the South, but men were still given
more leeway. Jocks and male college students could have
all the sex they wanted, but if a woman enjoyed a variety
of sexual partners she got a reputation. Maybe sluts were
so vilified because they had dared to explore their sexuality
and go outside the societal norm. If people had discovered
the kind of wanton sex James and I had, I would have been labelled
a slut too.

I also began to doubt my continued membership in the Baptist
church. My faith had been wavering for a while, and combined
with my new found sexual liberation, it didn’t feel like
home to me anymore. The final straw came when I learned what
kind of nonsense they were teaching to young people in their
so-called sexual education classes. The classes, which
were essentially abstinence only education, taught young
people that they were expected to wait until marriage where
they would meet the love of their life and never have sex
with another person again. They also taught condoms were
faulty and birth control would mess up women’s bodies,
both lies. James and I had gone through mountains of condoms
while we were fucking and I had been using birth control
pills to regulate my periods for years.

Although I had a decent sex life with my new lover Bobby,
a sweet and sensitive artist, I still lusted after James.
I fantasized about his big, black cock pounding into me
while having sex with Bobby, and when I was masturbating
I dreamed of my hands running over James' muscled body.
Sometimes I would get hit with lustful thoughts in the middle
of the day. To solve this problem I had bought a tiny, silent
vibrator. I would go to the ladies room and quickly knock
out an orgasm.

On the outside people may have thought that my affair with
James was simply based on sex. Sex was a large part of what
drew us together, but I had also fallen in love with his intellect
and worldview. James had lived in Africa and Europe, and
he had a much broader concept of the world than most of the
men in my town who only cared about football, hunting and
trucks, in that order. And as a black man and an immigrant,
he had overcome so much adversity in his life unlike many
of the good old boys I worked with who had been handed everything
on a plate.

Even though James was far away we still communicated regularly
by email, phone and Skype. One night I was alone in my house
and surfing the net. I had began to dabble into online porn
as an excuse to get my mind off James. I soon developed a taste
for interracial porn and a site called, which
featured beautiful videos of interracial couples. I also
learned about the Mandingo subculture of secret sex parties
where black men hooked up with white women in a Details magazine
article. I found the idea to be highly improbable.

James was online and so I decided to call him on Skype. His
beautiful, brown face soon filled my computer screen.
I reached out and touched the screen wishing I could magically
feel his face. asked him about the secret Mandingo parties.

“I am sure that’s all made up, ” I said.

“No, they're not, ” said James casually. “I
have been to one.”

I was stunned. I knew James was sexually adventurous but
I never knew he would go to those lengths. But then I realized
that as good as he had made me feel, there was probably a long
line of women who were demanding his services.

“Tell me about it, ” I said, both curious and horny.

“Well, like everything these days, they are organized
on the Internet through underground Yahoo and Facebook
groups, ” James said. “When I first moved to Atlanta,
I was surfing the net and joined an adult Facebook group.
A black dude sent me an invite to a party and I decided to attend.”

“So what was it like?” I asked fascinated.

“It was actually pretty nice, ” he said. “The party
was held at a hotel, the whole suite was rented out. The women
were wearing sexy outfits and there were black men milling
around. Eventually people paired off and hooked up. Some
people were having sex right there in the open.”

“So what did you do?” I asked, with a slight accusing
tone in my voice.

He laughed. “I joined in, ” he said. “I had sex with
three women that night.”

I wasn’t totally surprised. James liked to workout and
was in superb shape. Some weekends we would spend all day
in bed and fuck from sun up to sun down. One Sunday he made
me so horny that I ended up missing church because the sex
was so good. The next day I came to work with my thighs and
pussy aching.

“Well, it sounds like you had a good time, ” I said jealously.
“I want to hate you for being such a pig, but I know how you
are. Actually, I am kind of jealous.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I miss your dick, ” I blurted. “You know
how hard it is for a woman my age, to find a good fuck, especially
one who can also carry out a conversation?”

“But don’t you have a boyfriend, Bobby?” he asked.

“Yes, but he is almost 60 and he can’t last as long as
you, ” I replied. “But at least he eats my pussy good.
The thing is I want it more than he does. You spoiled me.”

He laughed, “I didn’t turn you into a horndog.I just
brought it out if you. It had always been in there. But we
can do something about that.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“We can have sex right now, ” he said.

“What about your wife, ” I said. “I don’t want
to be a homewrecker.”

“Rita is fine, ” James said. “She is a psychologist
and she specializes in sexual issues. She has heard of all
kinds of varieties of sexuality. When we first started
dating, she realized that she couldn’t satisfy me and
so she lets me play with other women, but only if she gets
to play too. She is bisexual.”

I was stunned by what I had heard. James was living an audacious
sex life down in Atlanta. I was jealous of his freedom and
curious about his sexual exploits.

“So what are we going to do?” I asked, wondering where
this was going.

“Well we can have sex right here, ” James said.

“You mean on Skype?”

“Yeah, why not?” he said. “Why don’t you strip
for me?”

I decided to go for it. I had been turned on by James’ stories
and the sound of his deep voice. I had been getting wet while
we were talking. I stood up and took off my T-shirt. I stood
before the camera wearing shorts and a bra.

“There you go, ” James said. “I have missed your

That turned me on and I felt my nipples getting hard. I slipped
off my bra and heard James sigh. I noticed him lean back in
his chair and pull off his shorts. He pulled out his dark,
ebony cock and began to stroke it.

“I miss your cock, ” I said huskily and I slid my shorts
off. I was now sitting in my office chair in black silk panties.

“Those are nice, ” James said, as he stroked away.
“Take them off.”

I did as he commanded and I was naked. I touched myself and
felt my pussy had gotten moist.

“You're making me wet, ” I said softly.

“That’s good, ” he said.

“Tell me a story about those women you fucked at that party, ”
I said, as I began to play with myself. James went into great
detail about how he had reamed three middle-aged white
women one night. He did one doggy style, the other standing
up and the third woman sucked him off until she swallowed
his load.

“Oh my god, ” I groaned as I began to furiously rub my
clit. “That is so hot. You’re going to make me cum.”

I felt my hips begin to buck and twist as an orgasm worked
its way up my body. Finally I grabbed my breast and came with
a sigh. I looked at my laptop and saw that James had cum too.
His dark penis was covered in white spunk.

“You look so sexy, ” I said. “I wish I was there so
I could lick that cum off you.”

“Look at you, ” he said, as he reached for some Kleenex.
“Who would have thought that my Ava, the country club
gal, would have turned into a sex fiend.”

“Well it was you who made me into what I am, ” I said appreciatively.
“You spoiled me.”

We said goodbye and James logged off. I showered and slept
contentedly that night. I couldn’t believe what I had
just done. Me having sex over the net. But the experience
made my whole body tingle. It reminded me of how much I missed
having James inside me. I feel asleep dreaming of making
love to his beautiful body.

James and I continued to have cam sex and it escalated from
there. Some days he would call me at work and tell me to close
my office door so we could have phone sex. James would also
send me texts telling me to take upskirt pictures and send
them to him so he could see what color panties I was wearing.
Some days I didn’t wear any underwear at all and I would
send him pictures of my naked muff. The idea of having phone
sex and sexting at my bland office was deliciously seductive.
It was such a thrill knowing I was having furtive sex under
my coworkers’ noses.

But I began to feel guilty about what I was doing to Bobby.
I felt I was cheating on him. One night while we were drinking
wine on my patio, I confessed that I had been having phone
sex with James. However, Bobby surprised me.

“That’s okay, ” he said with a smile. “I know I
am getting up there and can’t keep up with you, even with
Viagra. Plus I had my share of fun during the free love days
of the ‘60s. Just tell me when you do it. It gets me horny.”

I was a little taken aback by what he had just told me. He had
just given me permission to be with another man and I wasn’t
sure how to handle this. Was I comfortable pushing those
limits and being a totally sexually liberated woman?

Bobby must have turned me on, because that night he ate my
pussy so well, I squirted all over his face. I was still confused
about whether I was going to move forward with my new life
as a libertine and so I confided in Cindy. She came over to
my house for coffee one bright Saturday morning and I told
her about my affair with James.

Cindy just laughed. ”I told you about black men, ”
she said. “Once you go black...”

“Girl, you don’t even know. He fucked me so good, I think
I got addicted, ” I said, glad to be able to share my secret.

“Well I kinda suspected you were fucking him, ” Cindy
said. “He is good looking and one night I drove by your
house at 11 o'clock and saw his car parked down the street.
You weren’t that careful.”

We both laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of the situation.
It was the 21st century and women still had to keep their
sexuality under covers. I told Cindy about James’ experiences
at Mandingo parties.

“Well I have my own secret, ” said Cindy in a whisper.
We were all alone in my house, but she still felt the need
to take on a conspiratorial tone.

“Sometime Randy and I have threesomes with hookers, ”
she said.

“What, you gotta be kidding me, ” I said, my eyes growing
wide. “How did this happen?”

“One night we were drunk and I asked him what his fantasy
was, ” Cindy said. “Of course he said he wanted to have
a threesome, like most men, and I agreed. I had done it once
before when I was in Europe and was curious about doing it

“So how does it work?” I asked.

“About once a month we drive to a city about an hour from
here and stay at a fancy hotel, ” she said. “We find
a girl online who is totally hot. She comes over to our room
and she fucks Randy, then she eats my pussy and then we both
fuck Randy.” She was so matter of fact about it.

“So how does it feel?” I asked.

“I’m not going to lie, ” Cindy said with smirk. “It
feels good. Randy’s happy, I am happy and we get really
horny by the time we are home. And the best thing about it
is the women are totally professional, so I don’t have
to worry about them getting all clingy.”

I was curious and a little envious. It seemed everyone was
having a wild sex life except for me. I told Cindy about what
Bobby had said.

“Girl he just gave you a hall pass, you better use it, ”
she said. “If he’s okay, I say go for it.”

She was right, I needed to learn to enjoy life. I realized
that my old views on monogamy and marriage just didn’t
work for some people. Apparently many people were finding
alternatives that pleased both parties. Cindy and Randy
seemed to have found a balance and James and his wife appeared
to be happy. Maybe they were onto something.

I decided I would go and visit James in Atlanta. Before the
trip I went shopping for sexy lingerie to get ready for him.
I felt like a giddy school girl eagerly awaiting her boyfriend.
Bobby drove me to the airport, dropped me off and told me
to have a good time.

I enjoyed the short flight to Hartsfield-Jackson Airport.
I gathered my luggage and James met me curbside in his BMW
X5. He looked gorgeous in a black muscle shirt and jeans.
We embraced like long-lost lovers. I climbed into his truck
and we kissed for a long time. He was wearing Hugo Boss cologne
and smelled wonderful.

I drew away from him and said, “God, I have missed you so
much.” I touched his face and I realized how exotic the
contrast of my pale hand against his dark skin looked.

“I missed you too Ava, ” he said, and we kissed again.
I didn’t care if the whole world knew I was sleeping with
a married man. I was just happy to be in his presence.

James took me to a Nigerian restaurant. Apparently there
was a large African community in Atlanta, or ATL as black
people liked to call it. James said Nigeria and Ghana had
similar cultures so their foods were almost the same.

He ordered us a meal of roasted goat, fried plantains and
fried rice. I had never had those before, but I said what
the hell and dug in. The food turned out to be spicy, but delicious.
I never knew what I had been missing by trying African food.
I looked around the restaurant and noticed that most of
the clientele were upscale African American couples,
some Africans and quite a few interracial couples.

James said that since ATL was about 50 percent black, a lot
of the white women were interested in black men. He also
told me that the ratio of men to women in ATL was three to one,
so the competition was fierce. I noticed some of the black
women were giving me the evil eye.

James laughed it off. “They think we’re a couple, ”
he said. “They don’t know I’m married to a sister.”

We enjoyed our meal and some wine and reminisced over old
times. I leaned closer to James.

“I have missed you so much, you don’t even know, ”
I whispered in his ear. “I got so horny for you that I really
needed those cam sex sessions to get me off.”

“I am glad I could help you, ” he said and stroked my
thigh under the table.

“You're making me so wet, ” I whispered. “I
can’t control myself around you.”

“I have a surprise for you, ” he said secretively.
“Let’s get out of here.”

James paid the tab and we jumped into the truck.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“It’s a secret, I will tell you when we get there, ”
James said. He drove the BMW through the heavy traffic and
we eventually got to the downtown area. James parked the
truck in the foyer of a Hilton hotel and left the car with
a valet. We walked through the bustling lobby and got on
the elevator.

“Where are we going?” I asked again.

“To a Mandingo party, ” James said smiling evilly.

“Oh no!” I screamed. “I couldn’t. I can’t have
sex in front of other people.” I cowered in the corner
of the elevator. James moved over to me, pressed his hard
body against mine and smothered me with a kiss. I melted
in his arms and went weak at the knees. I could feel my panties
drenched in my juices. The power he had over me was scary.

“Don’t worry, ” he said. “You don’t have to
do anything, just watch.”

I nodded silently as I gripped his muscular arms. At this
point I would have done anything he told me. The elevator
stopped at the 10th floor and we got out and walked to a set
of double doors at the end of a long corridor. James knocked
on the door and a shaven-headed black man opened the door
and welcomed us in.

“Good to see you again James, ” he said shaking James’
hand. I entered into a spacious room and saw several black
men and white couples, milling around and enjoying drinks.
There were a few younger jock types with braids, who towered
above everyone else, but most of the men were wearing nice
slacks and dress shirts. It looked like your average dinner
party. I clutched James’ hand and cowered behind him.

“Don’t worry, ” he said reassuringly. “The women
are in control here. The men have to ask them before they
do anything.”

A few more people showed up as the night worn on. Then without
warning a raven-haired woman, who looked like an ex cheerleader,
disappeared into the bathroom and came out wearing a push-up
bra, a garter belt, thong panties and five-inch heels.
Her boobs were practically spilling out of her bra, and
even I admitted she looked ravishing. She kissed a middle-aged
white man, who must have been her husband, and then walked
over to a huge, broad-shoulder black man. By the looks of
him, he must have been a bouncer or an ex-football player.
She embraced the black man and started caressing his muscles.
Then she dropped to her knees, pulled out his cock and started
sucking him off.

I was shocked, I had never seen a couple having live sex in
front of me. Some of the party goers stopped to watch, while
others kept on drinking. The woman’s husband started
stroking his cock as he watched his wife suck on another
man’s dick.

The raven-haired woman was talented with her tongue and
I had to admire her oral skills. She deep throated the bouncer-looking
dude and licked his balls. Finally the huge man, grabbed
her hair tightly and came in her mouth. She eased back her
head, swallowed and wiped her mouth.

I had been watching this in stunned silence. I had never
seen anything so erotic and I felt my body start to react.
I could feel my nipples straining against the lace of my
bra and wet juices ruining my silk panties.

The blow job kicked off the party and people starting pairing
off. A middle-aged woman with fake boobs and frosted tips,
went into one of the bedrooms with two black men. James grabbed
my hand and led me to the room. We watched from the doorway,
as the woman with the frosted tips dropped her negligee
and got on the bed. One of the black men got behind her and
the other one slipped his long, veiny cock into her mouth.

The two men went to town on her, one slamming her ass, the
other thrusting into her mouth. I could hear the woman gagging
and making gurgling sounds as she tried to accommodate
the huge dick in her mouth.

“Is she okay?” I asked concerned.

“Bonnie’s fine, that means she is having a good time, ”
James said.

She must have been doing okay, because soon the man in front
of her grasped his dick, held it against her lips and fed
her his load. The other man kept pounding away on Bonnie’s
cunt. She let out a loud wail to announce to the world she
was cumming and the man behind her soon climaxed in her cunt.

Bonnie stepped off the bed, grabbed a towel and dried sweat
off her body. She had a huge smile on her face. I stood there
watching the sexual tableau in front of me. Around the suite
I could hear the sounds of people coupling. All that sex
in the air started to make me giddy. I steadied myself against
James’ body.

“Take me home, ” I said. “This is too much. It’s
making me too horny.”

James grabbed me by the hand, said his goodbyes and led me
to the elevator. Once the doors had closed, I pressed myself
against his body and whispered, “My god, that was incredible.
I have never seen anything like that before. It got me so

James reached under my skirt and played with my crotch.

“You’re not kidding, ” he said. “You are drenched.”

We kissed hungrily in the elevator. When it opened in the
lobby, we ran over to the car. The BMW pulled up and James
tipped the valet. When we were inside the car, I smothered
him with kisses and said, “Do me right here.” Fortunately James still had his wits about him, and he drove
the truck to a darkened alley and killed the lights. I had
already slipped off my sodden panties and thrown them in
the back. James pushed his fingers into my wet cunt and quickly
found my g-spot.

“Damn Ava, it feels like a flood down there, ” he said.

I was so wet and turned on from the party, that it didn’t
take James long before his fingers forced a body-shaking
orgasm out of me. My screams reverberated inside of the
truck as I came hard.

James pulled his hands out of me and dried them on his jeans.
He turned on the truck and headed for the freeway. We drove
along in silence as James headed for the suburbs. He turned
the radio on and switched to an R&B station.

“Are you alright, Ava?” he asked, concerned by my silence.

“Yes, ” I whispered. “I am just overwhelmed.”

He smiled. “Yeah it can be a bit much your first time. But
you liked it right?”

I nodded in agreement.

James eventually pulled into a gated neighborhood and
parked the truck in front of a two-story house. I was still
dizzy from the party and had to lean against him.

“Damn, ” I said. “I am not even drunk and I feel lightheaded.”

James led me inside and introduced me to Rita, his beautiful
wife. She looked gorgeous with her caramel skin, shoulder
length hair and hour glass figure. I could see why James
had married her.

She kissed me gently on the cheek, and said. “Ava, I am
so glad to meet you. James has told me so much about you. How
was the party?”

I still felt light-headed and flustered.

“It was … well, wow!” I said.

Rita smiled. “Yeah, your first time can be a bit much, ”
she said. “James, you better take her upstairs.”

James grabbed my bags and showed me to the guest bedroom.
I lay down on the bed exhausted. James kissed me and said
he would see me in the morning. I changed into a long T-shirt
and fell asleep exhausted from the night’s events.

I awoke the next morning to sun streaming into the guest
room. I heard a knock at the door and James let himself in.
He was only wearing pajama bottoms. I admired his muscular
chest. Evidently he had kept up his activities at the gym.
I was still horny from last night’s party. As James came
to the edge of the bed I reached for his groin.

“Take off those pants, ” I urged. He dropped his pants
and stood there naked. His body was still as gorgeous as
I had remembered. I noticed that he was already hard. He
knelt next to me and pushed up my T-shirt. I helped it over
my head and we embraced. We kissed passionately and James
reached for my breasts.

“What about your wife and kids?” I said.

“Don’t worry. Rita has taken the kids to her sister’s
place, ” James said taking my breast in his mouth. It
felt so good to have him again, to feel his raging cock and
his rock-hard muscles against my soft skin.

James mounted me and I stretchedmy legs behind my head.

“Wow, ” he said, as he thrust into me. “I have never
seen you do that before.”

“I started doing yoga, ” I replied. “I wanted to
learn some new tricks for you.”

I sighed and moaned as I felt the familiar girth of James’
cock in my pussy. He felt perfect inside there and I wished
he would never pull out. He pumped away at my dripping pussy
and I was rewarded by an another amazing orgasm. James moved
to pull out, but I stopped him. “Stay there, I like feeling
you inside me, ” I said. James rolled over on his back
and I got on top of him.

“You came quick, ” he said.

“I was still horny from last night, ” I said. “And
it’s been years since I have had you in my pussy.”

He laughed. It felt good to lay with my body stretched against
his. I didn’t want to move and could have stayed there
all day. I heard the front door open.

“That’s Rita, ” James said.

Rita came up the stairs carrying a pair of white plastic

“I got us breakfast, ” she said.

“Thank you, ” I replied thinking how odd it was to be
chatting pleasantly to a woman whose husband had his dick
in my pussy.

We sat on the bed eating scrambled eggs and waffles and sipped
orange juice. I felt surprisingly comfortable being naked
in Rita’s presence.

Rita told me how she and James had got together. They had
met at an Urban League conference and it had been lust at
first sight. That night she had came to James’ room at
midnight and they had fucked like crazy. But during the
conference James had watched Rita give a presentation
on mental health in the black community and realized how
intelligent she was. So they had started dating and getting
to know each other.

“One night we were in bed and I casually mentioned I was
bisexual, ” Rita said sipping her juice. “James told
me he had been to sex parties, so we realized we were both
wild. We struck a compromise. He could get to have other
women, as long as I approved of them and was present.”

“Yeah, she gets the final say, ” James said.

“So did you approve of me?” I asked.

“Yes, I did, ” Rita said. “James told me how passionate
your affair was and how you guys genuinely loved each other.
I liked your picture, so I told him to bring you down. I know
you are not a threat, because you already have kids and are
not going to run off with James. Plus, he told me you had never
been with a woman, and I would like to be your first.”

I felt honored. Rita stood up and pulled her T-shirt over
her head. I saw her breasts were straining against a pink
lace bra. Rita shrugged off her jeans shorts to show she
was wearing matching lace panties. She unhooked her bra
and let her pendulous breasts fall free, she rolled down
her panties to show that she had a shaved muff. I secretly
wondered how it tasted.

I felt James’ hardness behind me. He had gotten stiff
while watching his wife strip. He pushed me on my knees and
started playing with my ass. I felt his thumb rubbing against
my butthole.

“James, ” I said hesitantly. “I have never done
that before.”

“Relax, I will be gentle, ” he said. “You're
on vacation. Time to try something new.”

I felt James’ warm tongue against my asshole. At the same
time Rita had gotten beneath me and was lapping my cunt.
I was overwhelmed by the sensation of being pleasured from
both holes. It felt indescribable.

James stopped and I felt him smothering lube on my ass. The
head of his dick soon started nudging against my puckered
hole. Rita had been steadily licking my pussy. She clamped
her mouth down on my clit and sucked away at it. My body jolted
as an orgasm tore through me. James pushed the head of his
cock into my ass, but I was so relaxed from the orgasm that
he slid in easily.

I whimpered a little as I felt James' girth filling
a new hole. I felt full and stretched at the same time. James
inched slowly into my crack and then began to slide his dick
back and forth. I could still feel Rita licking my kitty
and I couldn’t believe I was going to cum again. I couldn’t
handle the feelings sweeping my body. I opened my mouth
and let out a silent scream. Suddenly I felt orgasms shaking
back-to-back through my body. I found my voice, let out
a piercing scream and collapsed. James pulled out of me
and went to clean himself off. Rita cuddled up next to me
and pressed her breast against mine.

“That felt good didn’t it?” she said.

“Incredible, ” I gasped. Rita lifted her breast to
my mouth. I sucked it and noticed her nipples swell. So that
is what that felt like, I thought. I pulled off Rita’s

“Rita, I have never eaten pussy before, you are going
to have to show me, ” I said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you, ” she said. She
instructed me to trace my tongue down her body until I got
to her muff. Then she told me to lick around the edges of her
pussy and focus my attention on her clit. Having a pussy
myself, I soon got to work sucking on her love button. I simply
put myself in her position and imagined what I would have
wanted done to me. I must have been doing a good job, because
I could hear Rita sighing in appreciation.

“That’s it Ava, right there you are doing a great job, ”
she said, as her hand pressed my head into her crotch. I felt
James sidle up behind me and raise my hips. He fingered my
pussy which had gotten surprisingly wet while eating Rita.
I felt him slip his wondrous cock into me. My pussy walls
contracted around his firmness and I heard him groan. James
fucked me slowly as I brought Rita closer to orgasm. Suddenly
Rita pushed my face away, let out a loud moan as she gushed
clear liquid out of her pussy. I had never seen that outside
a porno movie and was pleased I was able to have that effect
on her.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were a squirter, ” I said
as I felt James thrusting away at my ass.

“Yeah, I always squirt when a woman eats my pussy, ”
she said, in between breaths.

James was slowly working his dick in and out of my sopping
wet cunt. It felt deliciously nasty to be fucked like that
while looking at Rita’s beautiful body. My hips began
to thrust back into James’ crotch.

“Oh God, ” I whispered. “I am coming again.”

I reached out and grabbed Rita’s hand and at that moment
I felt so close to both of them. I felt an orgasm exploding
through my body. It happened just as James groaned loudly
and shot several spurts of hot cum into me. I collapsed face
down on the bed and James pulled out of me. I lay there exhausted
as I felt Rita’s hands stroking my damp hair and James
massaging my butt. It felt good just to lay there and be the
center of attention,

James and Rita finally got up to rinse their bodies and I
reluctantly went to use the guest bathroom. I smiled as
I felt the warm water caress my naked body. I had crossed
another sexual threshold and felt energized by what I had
done. I felt like a sexual superwoman knowing that I had
just pleased two people.

We gathered downstairs and James and Rita decided to show
me the Martin Luther King Jr. National Historical Site.
I felt awed to stand in the actual church where King had preached.
I laughed to myself knowing that I was doing my bit to heal
racial relations in my own carnal way. I am sure interracial
threeseomes were not what King had in mind when he gave his
“I Have A Dream” speech!

Later that evening, we all got dressed up and Rita and James
took me to a hip nightclub called Cosmo Lava . It was was a
tastefully, decorated club with a separate a bar and lounge
area and four dance floors. We all had a great time dancing
to the music surrounded by beautiful, young bodies. I had
missed out on the whole clubbing experience, having gotten
married so early, and I felt I was making up for lost time.
I got to dance with James and then with Rita. And eventually
we all got on the dance floor and ground our bodies up against
each other while hip hop thumped in the background. Apparently
nobody seem to care.

We finally left the club at 1 a.m. covered in sweat. Rita
and I had consumed several martinis and were giggling like
school girls. James had stayed sober and drove us home while
we smooched in the back seat of the BMW. I cracked a window
open and screamed with joy.

“I am having so much fun, ” I yelled into the night.

When we got back home, Rita and I staggered upstairs. We
peeled off our clothes and climbed into bed together. James
undressed and joined us under the covers. I lay there sandwiched
between those two beautiful, black bodies. James hardness
pressed up against my butt and I felt Rita’s huge breasts
mashed against my chest. I sighed contentedly and drifted
off to sleep.

I was due to fly home the next day. I sadly packed my bags and
went downstairs. Rita kissed me deeply and thanked me for
coming -- in more ways than one! James drove me to the airport.
I was silent as I looked over at him. I wondered what could
have happened if we had met at a different time and place.
If I had been 20 years younger and we hadn’t lived in a conservative
Southern town, we could have had a life together. I could
have given him children. I stopped and told myself to enjoy
the moment. Fate had not conspired to place us together.
But I was still lucky enough to spend lovely moments with
him and that would have to do. James parked by the curbside
of the departure section and I held him for a long time not
wanting to let go. I felt a tear drip out off the corner of
my eye, I didn’t know if it was because of sadness or happiness.

“I have to go, ” I said and finally released him.

“Good bye Ava, ” he said softly.

As I jetted home, I thought over my wonderful weekend and
smiled. I had seen so many new things and had so many different
experiences. I was going to have a lot tell Bobby and Cindy
when I got back.

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Great follow up to part 1, I hope it doesn't end there.


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Very Hot and defiantly exciting story. It gives the meaning,
why humans are blessed with memories to go forward an remember
our past experiences. I hope you have many more fun times
with this special couple.


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Wow James and Ava have proved so popular I am going to have
to keep writing about them.


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Damn! What a wonderful story. Lucky you.


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a ldy gets what she want and needs and can not wait for the next time