2 comments/ 62116 views/ 4 favorites Friendly Gathering By: Kapricorn71 One of the reasons for getting married is to be out of the single life. Even once you find someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, there are some things about the single life that are missed. Sexual freedom is one of them. For the most part, my wife and I had gravitated to a group of my friends – all somewhere in their 30s. About 10 of us get together a few times a year – to go bowling, or catch a movie, or throw barbecues, or meet at someone's house for some Bid Whist. Most of this group was married. The one who wasn't had a fairly steady girlfriend. This gathering is after a Jazz concert. We are all dressed up – the women in dresses of varying lengths and styles, and the men in either suits or shirts and slacks. Mark and Rochelle invited everyone back to their house for a few drinks. Most end up in the kitchen mixing drinks, and messing with the single one about getting married – laying out the pros and cons, and picking on him for being a punk with cold feet. In the middle of our laughter, Alonzo comes in like he is running from something. "Why y'all leave me in there?" he says pouring himself a drink. "What's wrong?" "They're in there talking about sex!" We laugh at him because we know women talked about sex. "So what? We talk about it too," Patrick says. "No, they ain't talking about it like we talk about it. They using all kinds of code words, and getting descriptive." He points at me, "And your wife told me to leave so that they could really talk." They all look at me like I would know what the women are up to. We hear a roar of laughter from the living room, and quiet down to make out what they are saying. We can't, but a moment later there is another roar. Then, of all people, my wife hollers for us not to be listening to what they are saying. The fellas laugh, then look at me again. I sit my drink down, and walk boldly into the living room, "What are y'all talking about that you don't want us to hear?" René turns to me, and rubs my ass, "You would let me bend you over my knee and spank you, wouldn't you?" "What???" "Look at him blush," Tasha says. "That's cute." Denise nods, "I think that's his way of saying yes he would let her spank that booty." "He would probably poke it out for her too," Tasha gives a hi-five to Denise, and more laughter erupts. "Y'all have had way too much to drink up in here." "Up in here," Yolanda pumps her hands above her head. "You're all cut off!" I joke then turn to go back to the kitchen. "Damn, he does have a nice ass, René," I hear as I go around the corner. There are some laughs of agreement. "What happened?" Evan asks. "They're talking about who they would spank." "You lyin'?" Mark accuses. "You want to go in there and find out for yourself?" "Shit, maybe I should go in there," Troy adjusts his waistband, "let them know who I'd like to spank." "What?" a couple of guys said at the same time. "All right fellas, let's just be real. We all got some sexy ass wives, right? Ain't none of us married to ugly women." We all eventually nod in agreement. "Even the 'friends' Pete brings around are tight." Kenny patted Pete's shoulder, "Ol' girl in there is hot." "It ain't like I'm trying to push up on none of them – but my wife, Drew, and Tina got sexy legs; Janel, René, and Tasha got great asses; and Denise and Rochelle got fantastic titties." We all looked at him. He took a drink, "Damn I'm glad that's off my chest." "You've been thinking about our wives for a while now?" Troy laughs, "I ain't blind." "Man, you wrong," Patrick chimed in, "René got nice titties too." We had our own roar of laughter. "You not the only one to think so," Mark touched his glass to Patrick's. "Oh, he's not?" René asked from the doorway to the living room, with Rochelle at her side. "No, he's not," Troy said eying her chest. René looked right at me with a grin that I recognized on her face, "Well, maybe hubby will let you get a peek sometime." It's always a 50/50 toss up if René will follow through on a naughty thought she gets. While the thought of exposure must have been appealing for her to bring it up, I wanted to see what she might do next. "Maybe you should just pull one out right now," I sipped my drink, looking at her over the rim of the glass. Her right eyebrow arched, and she exposed her left titty. Everyone's eyes widened; mostly in admiration, but also in shock I'm sure. "The ladies would like the presence of their husbands, and boyfriends, in the living room," Rochelle said. Then they both left. The fellas looked at me, then at each other. Some freshened their drinks, and then went to the living room. René had tucked her titty back in, and the women had made space for their particular man to sit beside them. "Are breasts the most fascinating part of a woman's body?" Janel asked once everyone was seated. "Depends on the woman," Evan answered. "Her body shape – height, weight," I added, then I followed my urge to expose both of René's titties, without warning. She gasped, but once they were out she did not try to cover them; in fact, her nipples got rock hard. "Stand up, baby," I said, and she did. Her low-cut dress came to her knees, but the back was fully out – giving a teasing peak at the top of her booty. "René, being 5'8" and a hundred and-ouch!" She smacked my shoulder before I finished; everyone laughed. "Her bra size is 34C, and you see that they are great for her build." Everyone gave her applause as she sat down – leaving her titties out. "Janel's titties are larger," Alonzo looked at her, "40D, right?" She nodded. "I'm tripping that you guys know bra sizes," Denise laughed. "Do you know mine?" she nudged Patrick. "32C," he said without hesitation. "Very good!" she kissed his cheek. "Now, you stand up and take your top off." Denise let out a nervous laugh, sipped her drink then stood up. She took a breath, then untied the strings of the top of her back-out dress from around her neck. The front fell forward, revealing a strapless bra. Patrick reached up and undid the clasps. Both times René's titties were exposed were thrilling, but unceremonious. Denise's build-up added a little tension to the room. Finally she pulled the bra forward and we all saw two perk nipples on the tips of hand-sized titties. The smiles and quiet comments made her smile. "Take your top off, and stand beside her," Alonzo told Janel. "Now, why you wanna do that?" René asked. "Do what?" "Trying to compare the two. That's not what we're trying to do here." "I'm not comparing; I'm trying to show there is beauty in both. Women think size is all that matters, and there's a lot more to it than that." Janel stood up. She wore a pink poncho over a black tank and pant outfit. She lifted her wrap over her head, then lifted off the top. Alonzo stood up and helped her out of her bra, then sat back down. She slipped her arms out, and dropped her bra to the sofa she was sitting on. There were more comments of approval, and a couple of handclaps. Her 40s had broad areolas, and hard nipples. Alonzo and Patrick directed their wives to stand next to each other. Janel, at 5'7" was about five inches taller than Denise, and about three shades lighter. "Both sizes are fun to play with and suck on," Mark said. "And they both fit their body shape," I added. "Janel is a fuller woman than Denise, but what they each have works for them." We weren't fooling anybody, trying to be clinical when all the men had growing erections. I realized this when Rene's hand slid up my thigh, and met the tip of my dick. "How do y'all feel about your girlfriends?" Gary asked Janel and Denise. "How do they feel about their girlfriends?" René leans forward with a frown. Tasha stresses, "Girl-friends. Grace," she pushes up her right titty, "and Mercy," she pushes up her left titty. Laughter erupts in the room. "And women talk about us for naming our dicks, when y'all name your titties?" Kenny laughs. "Gary named them, I didn't!" Tasha defends herself. "And for the record," Rochelle raises her voice above the laughs, "Cows have titties. Women have breasts." "That ain't what you call them when you tell me to suck on 'em," Mark asserts. "You say, 'suck my titties, little boy'." Rochelle screams, and covers his mouth with her hand. "I do not!" "What kinds of freaky games y'all playin' up in here?" Drew looks at her. "Hey hey, we'll get to that later," Gary slowed his laughter. "Names or not, titties or breasts, do you like what you got?" Denise shrugs her shoulders, "They didn't get this size until I got pregnant. I was an A cup for the longest time, and always wanted more. They swelled up more than this during the pregnancy, then shrunk a little on me while I was breastfeeding. But I am totally satisfied with this size." "There are times when I do wish mine were smaller," Janel cups them, "but Alonzo makes me feel sexy just the way I am, so I don't worry about it." The ladies applaud him, and he pops his colar. "I'm like you, Janel," Carla stood up from the ottoman she and Pete were sitting on and shed her sleeveless, turtleneck mini, to everyone's shock and amazement. "I think mine should be a little smaller, and have looked into breasts reduction. She stood there in a red, lacey thong and heels – her 36Cs for all to see. She was about 5'8" and didn't have a lot of hips or ass, but her breasts sat firmly on her chest. All eyes slowly ran up and down her body, and more than a few lips were licked. Denise sits on Patrick's lap, opening a button on his striped, dress shirt, to slip her hand inside his shirt. Janel sits beside Alonzo, and settles back on his arm. My dick stretched another few inches as René squeezes it. Pete stands up behind her and cups her titties, letting her nipples show through his fingers. He squeezes, then runs his hands in circles. Carla moaned, then told him to cut it out. "I told you before," Pete pinched her nipples, eliciting another quick moan, "you enjoy them, and I enjoy them – that's all that matters." "You need to sit down, with your perfect titties," Tasha laughed. "I'll help Pete beat you down if you let somebody start cutting on them." "She wasn't thinking about surgery," Kenny laughed. "She just wanted to get naked." "Shut up," Carla laughed, making her titties jiggle. "Well, she ain't naked, yet." Pete quickly but smoothly pulled her thong down in one motion. She was hairy, but perfectly trimmed, like she had been to a pubic barber. Even a few of the wives sighed at the sight of her naked body. Carla was shocked at first, but then bent down and took them off. She then turned and almost stuffed them in Pete's mouth as he laughed. "You gonna go after my shoes too?" "When the conversation turns to feet," Pete sat down and pulled her to sit between his legs. He kept his arms around her waist, and she crossed her legs. "Who else goes natural?" Troy asked. "Uh uh," Yolanda interjected. "Y'all got three women topless and one totally naked." "Right," Janel looked at the fellas. "When we gonna see some male body parts?" "Yeah, we need some . . . clarification on some thangs," Tasha added. "Like why y'all always grabbin' it?" "Does it really get hard for no reason?" "Why can't y'all pee straight after getting' some?" Mark raised his hands, "Dang ya'll, one question at a time!" "Nah ladies, don't ask no questions," Drew settled back in her seat. "I want to see some asses!" "You got a point, girl," René hi-five'd Drew and Tina. "Black men's asses are so much juicier than any other man's ass," Tasha said. "Especially with those dimples on the side," Tina said. "Perfect for grabbing and hangin' on for a nice, long ride!" She slapped hands with Tasha. I shook my head, "I would bet y'all are 10 times raunchier when ain't no men around." "Don't you worry about that," Rochelle laughed. "Who's gonna be first to drop his draws?" René asked. She was still stroking my dick, so if I dropped mine, people were going to see more than my ass. "You are the host, baby," Rochelle said to Mark, "so you go first?" Mark stood up, "You're the host too, and you're still fully dressed." He held out his hand to help her up. She laughed, then stood up, "Okay." "I just got an idea," René said. "Why don't you tell us your favorite part of your spouse's body while showing it to us?" There was general agreement amongst the group. "And tell us why," Yolanda added. Mark said he would go first. "Everybody, this is my wife Rochelle," he said unfastening her skirt. "Y'all know we met in college, and she was a track star. My favorite part of her body – not that I don't love all of her – is her legs," he removed her skirt to show she had on a lavender garter and black stockings. "She doesn't run much anymore," he unfastened the garter and rolled the stocking down, "but somehow those legs stay sexy." Once the stockings were off, Rochelle flexed her legs, one at a time." We applauded her. A few women called out, "Hi Rochelle," as if they were just meeting. Rochelle said "Hi" back, then bent over from her waist to show off her leg. Then she stood up, and bent her leg at the ankle and knee to show the muscle development, adding "I still workout from time to time. She got more applause and compliments, then took a bow. "Turn around, baby," Rochelle said to Mark. "This is my husband Mark," she giggled as she worked on his snap and zipper, "and my favorite part of his body is his ass." She pulled his pants down, and grabbed his ass through his underwear with both hands as she stood back up. "It's so strong and juicy, and I just love it." She put her thumbs inside his waistband, and pulled his underwear down as well, "On those nights we sleep without clothes, his ass looks so sexy wrapped in the sheets." She stands up, "Sometimes I have to restrain myself from taking advantage of him," she laughed, "sometimes!" Mark bent to pull his pants up. The ladies cheered at the site of him sticking his ass out, until they saw what he was doing. "Ain't nobody else put their clothes back on!" "Yeah, but-" "But nothing," Rochelle helped him step out of his pants and underwear, then led him to their seat – Mark keeping his dick hidden as much as possible. Just as Carla is getting totally naked – except for her shoes – was a milestone for the night, seeing Mark's almost-erect dick was as well. There was a moment of 'oh damn' silence, as it briefly came into full view as he was sitting. "You shy about something, Mark," Tasha asked. "She showed y'all my ass, so that's what y'all got to see," he laughed. "For now," Rochelle smirked. "Whose next?" Mark asked. "We'll go," René took my hand and stood up. She had stopped rubbing, and my dick was calming down. She stands with her back to everyone, and undoes my pants. She helps me out of them, and then unbuttons my shirt. Once that is off, she strolls behind me, "This, ladies and gentlemen, is Deron, my husband," she pulls my shirt off my shoulders, "and my lover." I scanned the faces of the people scanning me. The fellas were checking out the reactions of their wife or the other women in the room – or still checking out Carla – and the ladies were observing me intently. "I don't just have one favorite part of him," René continued talking, seductively. "I love his chest," she ran her hands over my abs, and pinched my nipples before running her hands down, "and I love his dick." She reached inside my boxer briefs and wrapped her fingers around my swelling erection. All kinds of sensations were going through my body – from the excitement of her touch to the thrill of the different eyes on me. She kissed my neck a few times, then pulled my waistband out and over my dick. Some of the ladies licked their lips, some shifted in their seats, and a few did double-takes. I've always thought I was endowed enough to handle my business; though René – and a few girlfriends before her – liked the fact that my dick is pretty. She explained to me that a pretty dick has the right combination of length, width, not a whole bunch of veins, and even coloration – no spots or blotches. She stroked me a few times, making contact with the ridge of my tip and causing my body to flinch. I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment. "I like his body, because it responds to me. His nipples get hard when I show them some attention, and his dick rises at my slightest touch." There were a few low giggles, then I heard a "damn," just before I felt her wipe her finger across my slit – no doubt retrieving some leakage. "Your turn, baby," she said. I looked at her just in time to see her lick the pre-cum from her finger. I gathered my thoughts while I was applauded. "This is the lovely René," I spun her around. "She is already exposing to you one of my favorite parts of her body." I came around the left side of her and bent over, "Her sexy," I kissed her left nipple, then moved behind her to the right, "tasty nipples." I sucked on her nipple some more, until I heard her moan. "Hey, stop that," she tapped my head. "But," I turned her around and lifted her dress off, "She has an ass to die for as well," I slowly pulled her panties down to tease everyone, including her. There was lots of encouragement and approval of what was being shown so far. Whereas folks were somewhat reserved at the start, they were getting into this game of show and tell now. As I helped her step out of her panties, I noticed her scent and her wet spot. I stood up, looked right at her, and licked it. A huge smile slid across her face. I kept her panties in one hand, reached around her with the other, and spanked her cheeks. There was an audible gasp as her booty jiggled. Even some progressively louder-than-expected moans from René, so I gave her another. After she moaned real loud at my 6th slap, she pulled me around the corner into their empty dining room. "What the hell?" she panted. "Too much?" I grinned. She lifted her right leg to the side, and showed me the thick glaze coating her pussy, "Look what you did by spanking me like that!" Before she even thought to drop her leg back down, I knelt and started licking her upper thighs clean. Her back hit the wall behind her with a bit of a thud. When I worked my way to the outskirts of her pussy, she grabbed my head and fought her desire to pull it in closer. "You've gotta stop," she growled as quietly as she could. "Just cleaning up the mess I made," I stood up wiping my mouth. She cut her eyes at me, "You're gonna get it when we get home." "I was trying to get it now!" We went back in the room, and got questioned for disappearing. "René got something in her eye she needed me to get out," I smiled. "Right, right," Alonzo laughed. René and I each gave a final turn, then took our seat. The introductions continued with Carla and Pete. Most of us would agree they were a sexy couple. Pete wasn't the biggest of us men, but he was the most in shape. Carla – well, what more could be said about her body? "Well, this is Pete," Carla began. "And he and I are waiting until we are married before we introduce sex into our relationship, so I really can't say what I like best about his body." She couldn't even make it through the sentence without laughing. Those of us watching were laughing by the end as well. "Okay guys," she said after composing herself. "My favorite part of Pete's body is his abs," she said untucking and opening his shirt, but leaving it on. "To get the full effect, I need to remove his pants as well," she said helping him step out of them, revealing his powder blue athletic briefs. "Y'all remember that D'Angelo video, right? Pete has him beat, hands down," she said running her fingers through Pete's short ab hair. Friendly Gathering Ch. 02 (Part 1 - alternate ending) René and I were less than halfway home, when René said, "Do you think they were ready for everyone to leave?" I looked at her, she looked back at me, then I turned the car around. Though their living room light was still on, we sat in the car for a minute. Fifteen minutes had passed since we left. "We'll just play it cool," René said. "I am curious about how they felt about what happened, and having it happen in their house." "Me too," René nodded, then waited for my lead in getting out of the car. We slightly heard some moving around as I knocked. A minute later, Mark peeked out the window to see who was there, then another minute passed. We were starting to feel we had made a mistake in returning when Mark opened the door and stood back for us to come in. He was still in just his boxers. "We just wanted to make sure you guys were cool with tonight," I said noticing Rochelle in just her panties, leaning in a doorway to the kitchen. "Were you?" Mark closed the door with a grin. "With each step we took further, I couldn't believe what we were doing," René laughed, "and that everybody was so cool about it." "By the way," I had to ask, "we didn't interrupt, did we?" Carla came from behind Rochelle with a digital camera, still naked, "Actually, you can help us out." ---- (Part 2) "Help you out how?" I raised an eyebrow. I really didn't care if Carla answered the question or not, as long as she kept standing there. A smile slid across my face, looking at her 38D breasts stood firm. Her slim, hourglass figure was stirring another erection. Given the events to this point, there was no need to hide it. Mark left the door, and walked over to the couch, "Have you guys ever taken pictures of each other?" "Freaky pictures?" René asked. "Not necessarily freaky, but at least nude," Rochelle took Mark's arms and sat on the couch. I saw René blush before I answered, "We snap a few pictures." "What did you do with them?" Carla sat on the ottoman she had been sitting on before, with a big smile. I shrugged my shoulders, "We saved them." "Y'all sit down," Rochelle urged. "Do you want some more to drink?" "Rum and Coke, please," René sat on the loveseat. I sat beside her, "I'm fine right now." Rochelle went to the kitchen. A gorgeous ass capped off the toned legs Mark showed off to the group. Her cheeks were almost perfectly round, and they swayed with each step. Mark clinked the ice cubes in his glass after taking a drink, "I found a website a while ago. It's for amateurs to post nude pictures of themselves. Rochelle and I looked at it for a while, then we got into posting. It's been a lot of fun." "I had been posting on the site for a while," Carla smiled as she crossed her legs. "Rochelle and I had been working out together, and she was looking at me strange one time when we got out of the shower. She didn't want to say what was up, but I keep pressuring her. Finally she said that someone that looks like me was posting pictures on a site Mark found. I was scared to death," she laughed. "I never posted my face, and I never thought one of my friends would find out about the site." Rochelle came back and handed René her drink, "I got scared too, because if it wasn't her I had some serious explaining to do." "Truth be told," Mark joined in, "Rochelle and I had some nice moments in front of the computer with her pictures on the screen." Rochelle nudged his side, "But I didn't want to come out and tell her that!" "We dance and skirt our way to admitting that we both had posted on the site, and then have a good laugh about it." "Since then we had been talking about either doing pictures together, or having Mark take pictures of her." Carla said, "I was always using my camera phone, or the self-timer." "After everything that went down tonight," Mark said, "we said why not go for it now?" Rochelle smiled, "Part of me was hoping you would come back, René, since you started the whole thing." "Don't put it on me!" René swallowed a sip. "You flashed the men in the kitchen!" "Yeah, but I'm still not taking responsibility for what happened," René laughed. "Lately I've flashed Deron while in public, but I never thought I'd do it around people I know." "It was so organic, y'know?" Carla smiled, "It was like everyone was looking for something like this to happen, and hopped on once it started rolling." "It was wild," I shook my head. "Definitely fun." "Then every body left so quick. Think we've damaged the group?" Mark asked. "I don't think so – they came back for more?" Rochelle smiled, as Mark puts his arm around her and enveloped her left breast in his hand. "When folks started leaving, I thought you had a sad look on your face for a second," said Mark. "I did, but I didn't expect anyone to come back," Rochelle said with a bit of a drawl as Mark's fingers were having an affect on her. "You must have been kind of sad about the evening coming to an end too." René and I were both hesitant to spill our business, but we did come back for a reason. René spoke up just before I did, "We've been exploring little by little. Deron had asked me to dress sexier and sexier the last few times we've gone out, and I've enjoyed the attention I've gotten. Rochelle, you know I've never been one for tight or revealing clothes." "No, you haven't." "But it's been fun, and I feel safe doing it with Deron around." I laughed, "And she loves how it turns me on." "We've had some fantastic nights after we've gotten back home." Rochelle grinned, "You enjoy putting your wife out there as a hoochie that much?" "You made him blush!" Carla laughed. "Not as a hoochie! just a little more risqué than usual," I explained. "Relax, my husband gets off on a lot worse," she kissed his lips "Yeah, let's flip this around to what we walked in on." "I was about to take some pictures of Rochelle and Mark together, and then get a few taken of my own." "Wait; first things first," Mark waved his hand. "If you are going to stay, you are awfully overdressed." "Are we going to stay, baby?" René looked at me. I shrugged, "Why turn back now?" René grinned, and slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. I unbuttoned my shirt, and unfastened my pants. René stood up and lifted her dress over her head. She sat back down in just her panties. "Mmm, mmm, mmm," Mark shook his head. "I agree," Carla smiled. "Hurry it up over there," Rochelle chided me. I laughed, kicking off my shoes and standing up. "So impatient," I slid my pants down, and gave her a peek at my half-hard dick. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about," she curled her body to Mark's. Mark smiled, "We can take some of you two too." "Sounds good to me," I looked at René. "Me too," she smiled. Carla got up, "We were going to take them in the dining room." Rochelle and Mark got up after her, and we followed them. There was a bowl of vanilla pudding, and a bottle of chocolate syrup on the dining room table. There were also a few hand towels on the table. I pulled a chair away from the table and sat down. "My idea was to have Mark eat pudding off Rochelle's body," Carla smiled. "I thought that would be hot." "That is hot," René sat on my lap. Mark helped Rochelle lay back on the table. "Are you ready?" he asked getting the bowl of pudding. "That stuff is still warm, right?" Mark poured the pudding from the bowl onto her breasts. He set the bowl aside, and began licking it off. Carla moved in for closer shots. René and I could hear the sounds of Mark eating the pudding off Rochelle, and soon we could hear Rochelle moaning. René's hand began moving over my back. "Lean back just a little, so I can get a good shot of her nipple," Carla instructed, then kept snapping pictures of Mark's tongue slowly circling her nipples. From where René and I were sitting, we could see Rochelle's legs opening wider as she moaned the more Mark licked off the pudding. Carla told him to switch sides. "Are you doing all right?" René asked. Rochelle laughed, "Girl, I am so good." Mark squeezed the syrup in a spiral onto Rochelle's breast. He set the bottle down, and pinches her other nipple as he starts licking. The sensations made Rochelle shudder, then open her legs wider. I looked at René's face, and she was paying real close attention to what was going on. I noticed her areolas had drawn up, and her nipples were hard. I rub my palm over her nipples, and she digs her nails into my back a little. I lick the nipple closest to my mouth. She moaned, and turned a little so I could suck it. "What are you to doing over there?" Carla looked away from the camera for a second. "This is so hot," René sighed, not really answering her question. Carla went back to giving periodic instructions to Mark, and snapping pictures. With René's nipple in my mouth, I could still hear and see what was happening on the table. Mark had licked about half of his spiral off. Rochelle's body was responding to Mark's tongue and fingers, and she put her hands on her thighs. "Look how wet she is," René whispered to me. Rochelle's pussy was clearly glistening, and her clit was starting to poke from under her hood. I moved my hand from René's breast, and rub her leg. Carla moved around to get pictures, and saw Rochelle's fingers moving closer to her pussy. "Go ahead girl, touch it," she softly directed. Mark looked up to see what Carla was talking about. We all saw two of her fingers start making slow circles on her clit. Carla snaped away, "These pictures are going to be great, aren't they?" "You're really going to post these?" Mark smiled, "We may save some for our private collection." He lowers his head back to her nipple, and Rochelle let out a loud moan. "We should have a video camera for this!" Carla said, standing on a chair for an aerial angle. I moved my hand up René's leg, and she parted them so I could reach her pussy. I felt her wetness through her panties, and looked at her. She cracked a smile, and laid a deep kiss on me. I rubbed up and down along her lips, and went back to sucking her nipple. Rochelle was using both hands on herself now. With one hand she was holding her hood back, and with the other she was increasing the speed of the delicate circles on her clit. Her moans were getting louder and louder. Carla put the camera down, and leaned over the table between Rochelle's legs. She moved Rochelle's hands from her thighs, and lowered her head to her pussy. Rochelle's body immediately drew up. She bent her knees to put her feet on the table as Carla's head moved slightly. We couldn't see what Carla was doing, but Rochelle's reaction to it was getting stronger and stronger. Mark's attention to her nipples and Carla's attention to her pussy pushed Rochelle into a loud orgasm. Carla stood up and wiped her mouth on a towel, "Okay, lets get some shots of her sucking your dick." René and I were in a small state of shock. For them it seemed normal, but we'd never seen – or thought we'd see – a woman licking another woman like that. Mark cleaned all the syrup off her breast, and stood up. His boxers were tented, and there was a wet spot where the tip of his dick was. He pulled down his waistband, and Rochelle turned her head to kiss his tip. He took a step back to pull his boxers off, then laid back on the table. I actually felt René get wetter. While still watching the table, she began rubbing her other nipple. Rochelle gripped the base of Mark's dick, then held the bottle up high to pour a stream of chocolate over it. She kept pouring as she moved her hand up and down a few times, then put the bottle aside. Her hand and his dick were covered in syrup. She leaned over and began tasting it. Every time Rochelle's lips touched Mark's tip, he shuddered a little. "Oh shit," Carla said as she shifted positions to take the picture. Then she grabbed one of the hand towels, and dabbed it between her legs. "You two got me leaking like crazy!" "There's a flood over here!" I rubbed René's pussy faster. "We're a hit, baby!" Mark smiled at Rochelle. She responded by washing her tongue over his chocolate-coated nuts, and sliding her fingers inside her pussy. She ran her lips and tongue along the bottom of his dick. Carla snaped pictures of Rochelle as she shook and jerked, but never took her hands off her pussy. When her body calmed down, she let out a laugh. "That's what I'm talking about!" Mark clapped. "I love seeing that shit!" "I don't believe I just did that in front of an audience. I guess I'm officially a freak now," she laughed harder. "Welcome to the dark side," Carla laughed, "Make yourself at home!" Rochelle turned her head back to Mark's dick. "Let me take care of this wonderful piece of mahogany while I still have some strength." She kissed the tip a few times, then shifted to take him in her mouth. Mark put his hands on the table to brace himself, and fucked Rochelle's lips. He smoothly moveed his dick in and out of her mouth. With each thrust it came out wetter and wetter. "Suck that dick, girl!" René cheered her on. Carla snapped a few pictures, then told Mark to grab her hair. "Now take your dick and tap it on her lips," she said snapping a few more Mark grabbed his dick close to his nuts, and hit Rochelle's lips with his shaft. She pouted her lips to exaggerate the act, and Carla had to stop to dab herself again. "We're going to need to wrap this up soon." "As good as her mouth was feeling, that won't be a problem," Mark turned Rochelle's head, and pushed his dick back into her mouth. He began moving his hips again, but this time Rochelle moved her head to meet his strokes. She also started rubbing her clit again. Mark put his knee on the table, and leaned over Rochelle a little to give her an easier angle to suck his dick. "Damn, why can't we have a video camera for this?" Carla snapped more pictures. Mark's groans, and Rochelle's moans grew louder, until Mark stiffened. His body jerked, then shook, then jerked again. Rochelle squeezed her legs together as she had another orgasm. René grabbed my head, and drove her tongue into my mouth. "Put some on her lips," I heard Carla instruct. "Oh yeah, that's hot!" René turned her body to me more, and our kiss grew deeper. I guided her to shift so that she was straddling my lap, then I grabbed two handfuls of her ass. She broke the kiss and moaned in my ear, "I need you to fuck me, right now!" "I'm going to fuck you hard." "You'd' better!" she got off my lap, and whipped off her panties. Behind her I could see Rochelle and Mark watching, and Carla snapping pictures. René either didn't know, or didn't care, as she pulled my boxer briefs down to my ankles. I kicked them off as she got in position to sit on my dick. "Wait a second," Carla rushed to the side of us to get pictures of her hovering pussy. I grabbed my dick, and tapped her clit, "You like that don't you?" René flinched with each tap, "You'd better stop messing with me," she moaned. I slapped her cheek, "Why?" "Deron!" "Why should I stop?" I slapped her other cheek. Carla moved from beside us to kneel behind René, "Let him have it, girl?" René snatched my hand off my dick, and slid down to my nuts, "Yessss!" I never get tired of how her pussy felt when I first penetrate it. It was like a whole new world opening up to me – a soft, wet, warm world. She was so wet, I heard the squish of her juices as she grinded on me. I thought she might bounce up and down a few times, but she put her head to my shoulder and grinded harder. "Fuck that dick!" Rochelle told her. I slapped her cheeks and taunted her, "Yeah, fuck this dick! Fuck it hard, René! C'mon, fuck it hard!" Each slap spurred her on. Soon she was going so hard, the chair started creaking. "I told you to stop fucking with me," she panted. "I . . . told you . . . to . . . stop," she came, hard. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was biting her lip trying not to scream. Carla was over my shoulder capturing it all. René released her lip and opened her eyes, "Damn," she panted. "Girl, you put it on him!" "I never thought I would do that in front of other people," René wiped her forehead. "Amazing, ain't it?" As René and Rochelle traded nods, I felt her cum working its way down my nuts and told Carla to get some pictures of that. When she got in position, I spread René's cheeks. Carla asked her to rise up a little, and snaps a few more. René started to get off me, but I pulled her back down, "Where you think you're going?" She groaned, "Nowhere." "That's right," I helped her rise a little, and pumped into her. "Mark, we need to change cards," Carla got up to hand the camera to him. Mark left the room with the camera, and Carla sat beside Rochelle. They were watching us intently, and talking to each other. "Damn, I love your nipples," I said before taking one in my mouth. I heard René moan, and felt her hand on the back of my head. René and I were short-stroking, just to keep the fire going until we were ready for it to blaze again. I alternated between the two about four times, and was going back to her left one for the fifth time when I felt fingers blocking that nipple. I opened my eyes, and the fingers weren't René's. I recognized the burgundy nail polish from Carla's hands, and leaned back. René looked like she was in complete shock, but we didn't stop stroking. I had to concentrate on not blowing my load at the sight of Carla's hand on René's titties. "You don't mind, do you?" Carla asked us. "I didn't mean to interrupt." "Hell naw, I don't mind!" I damn near drool. Carla steps closer, so René's back slides up and down across her nipples. "Do you mind, René?" she slowly cups her right titty. René's shocked expression morphs into pleasure. She turns her head, "I don't mind." Carla caresses René's titties while looking right at me. "Your wife is beautiful. Honestly, I wanted to rub her girlfriends all night." "I can't get enough of them either," I clasped my hands on my head to enjoy the show. Carla was three shades lighter than my wife's brown complexion. The contrast alone was intoxicating, and the circumstance only added more excitement to it. "What th' hell?" Mark's mouth drops open when he came back. "Shut up, and take the pictures," Rochelle slaps at him. Mark went around the chair, getting us from all angles. I asked him to make sure he got a close-up of Carla's handfuls, and he told me not to worry. Carla turns up the heat on René by licking her back and nibbling her shoulder. When her lips touch René's neck and ears, René increases the speed on my dick as she hisses and groans. "Have mercy on her, Carla!" Rochelle laughed. René's head was to the side, and her eyes shut, so I told her to look at me. She lifts her head, but her eyes were still closed. "Look at me!" She opens her eyes, and I saw a wonderful look of lust. I gave her a sudden pump, and she let out a scream. Carla intensifies her attention to René's titties and neck. When I pump her again she covers Carla's hands with hers, but does not take her eyes off me. "Oh shit," Mark stood over my shoulders and snap pictures. "Baby, you've got to see this!" "Uh, I'm a little busy over here," Rochelle answer. "Busy with what?" Mark looked over from the camera. "Busy with me! You just take their pictures, and I'll see them later." I wanted to laugh at that exchange, but I had other issues to handle. "I'm about to fill you up, baby. Are you ready?" "I'm ready," she urgently nodded her head. I truly couldn't hold back any longer, and announce my release with a primal groan. René had me as far in her as I could go when she stopped moving. Friendly Gathering Ch. 02 "Is he filling you up?" Carla licked her ear. "Uh huh," René came too. "Think you can hold it all?" Carla squeezed her titties harder. "Huh?" René shook her head, as a second and then third wave pounded her body, which forced her to close her eyes again. As I calmed down, I heard Rochelle scream out. I looked over and saw Rochelle with one leg on the table. I couldn't see under the table, but her titties shook like Jell-O. René's orgasm subsided, and she fell forward out of Carla's hands and onto my chest. I wraped my arms around her, and she lifted her arms around my neck. "I love you, baby." She lifted her head, and kissed me deeply. "I love you too." Mark set the camera down, and went over to Rochelle, "You know I want to suck on your fingers now, right?" "And you know I have no problem with that," she offered them to him as he knelt by the chair. Carla grabbed the camera, and took pictures of René's pussy on my dick. I felt my erection slipping out of her, and Carla keeps snapping. René felt it too. "Can you get us a towel, and set it on the floor?" I heard Carla move, and then start snapping again. Moments later, I slid out and there was a cascade of our cum that rushed out. "Too fuckin' much!" Carla snapped more pictures. "You know we probably won't be able to post half of these," Mark laughed. "Well, it'll be one helluva private collection!" I swat René's ass. She pointed her finger at me, "I told you to stop that!" "Who needs a drink before we move on to Carla's photos?" We all needed something. René kissed me again, then moved off me. She grabbed the towel from the floor to catch any remnants. She tossed me one to use on my nuts and dick; René had left me very juicy. We all stood in the kitchen, no longer self-conscious about our bodies, and drank. I commented that we were back at the scene of the crime, and we all laughed. This night had taken us to wonderful, and scary places. But it isn't quite over. "What did you want to do for your pics," Mark asked Carla. She shrugged, "Me in the bathtub, or shower maybe." "I had an idea," Rochelle spoke up, "but René will need to be cool with it too." "Oh, just put me on the spot like that? Thanks," she laughed. "After all this, you gonna set me up to be the wet blanket." "Would you be cool with Deron touching her?" René grinned, "Maybe." "We have this video where two guys are undressing and fondling a woman on a couch." "Y'all have adult videos?" I held my heart in mock shock. "They're hers," Mark pointed to Rochelle. "I found them in her shoeboxes." "Shut up," she laughed. "They go on to fuck her, of course, but I was thinking we can recreate that opening part for Carla." "That sounds kinda hot," René smiled, then she whispered in Rochelle's ear. "We can do that," she nodded. "Y'all go in the living room, I'll be right in," Rochelle trotted upstairs. "What's she going to get?" Carla and Mark asked. "Y'all just go have a seat," René grabbed Carla's arm as she went past. "Would you be okay if Mark and Deron both had a little fun with you?" I slowed down so I could hear more. "What kind of fun?" "You know every man in here wanted to get his hands on you, and we know it to. So for your pictures, we're going to make t hat happen. Is that all right?" Carla lowered her voice, "Are you sure you're okay with that?" "If I wasn't okay with it, I would not have brought it up." "Let's get this party started," Rochelle bounced back downstairs, with a wifebeater and a spray bottle in her hand. "Y'all sit over on the couch," she directed Mark and I. "Put your panties back on with this," Rochelle handed the wifebeater to her, and went to the kitchen, "then sit in between them." Mark and I quickly made room for Carla. René asked, "How obedient can you two be?" Our eyes were locked on Carla's titties, as they swayed while she pulled her panties up. René snapped her fingers to get our attention, "Do we need to shut this down before we start?" "Huh?" "I asked how obedient can you two be?" "What you mean?" "Can you do what we say – nothing more, nothing less?" Carla pulled the wifebeater down, and our attention went to what René was asking. "Yeah." Rochelle came back into the living room, with the spray bottle full of water. Carla nervously sat between us. Rochelle gave the bottle to René, and got situated with the camera directly in front of us. Rochelle looked through the camera, then asked Carla to sit on a couple of pillows so she would be a little higher than she was now. We helped Carla get, and sit on some pillows – which put her breasts almost at our shoulders. "Perfect," Rochelle starts taking pictures. "Relax, so you at least look like you are enjoying yourself." "Remember, we're not going to have them do anything we aren't cool with." "I just haven't been with two guys before," Carla grinned. "Ever fantasize about it?" René asked. Mark and I gave each other a quick look that spoke volumes to each other – we couldn't believe our luck, we wondered how far our wives would let us go, and we warn each other not to fuck the moment up. "Well, yeah." "Touch her breasts, guys," Rochelle directs. "What did you imagine would happen?" René asked. I cup and squeeze her whole right breast, while Mark makes circles on her left nipple. Carla took a deep breath, and shook her head. "Nothing we've said or do is leaving this room; trust that." She took another deep breath, which pushes her breasts into our hands more, and closes her eyes. "It would happen at my job, in my boss' office." "Put your arms around them," Rochelle keeps snapping. "You're in your bosses office, go on." Carla raises her arms, and puts them on the top of the cushions, "There would be a major deal he was close to closing, but there would be language in the contract he didn't want the other party to notice." "So how would you come into play?" "I'm the distraction," Carla sighs. René motioned for us to move our hands so she could spray the wifebeater. She doesn't stop until her nipples were visible through the material. As if her nipples aren't already hard enough, they draw up and poke out even more. Carla clutches the cushions as Mark and I go back to playing with her titties. "Put your legs over top of theirs." Carla lifts her left leg over Mark's legs, and then her right over mine. "Great! Go ahead and rub her legs too, guys." Mark keeps teasing her nipples, and I let my hand trail down to her mid-thigh. She trembled a little as I gave her a gentle squeeze. I moved my hand back and forth, inching closer to her panty-covered pussy each time. Carla closed her eyes again, and bit her lip. "So, how are you the distraction?" "I, uh," she started moving her body to our manipulations, "he asked me to come in and take notes on their final conversations. I come in the room in a black, sheer blouse, unbuttoned low enough to display my cleavage." "Okay, rip the shirt open," Rochelle said. "I've already cut a slit at the top. Carla, you look down at what they are doing." I pulled my side, and Mark pulled his. The shirt ripped open like it was on a jagged zipper. "That's hot!" Rochelle looked away from the camera for a second. René came and sprayed Carla's chest a few more times, then gave me a kiss before stepping back. I went back to rubbing her thigh, and took a chance on leaning over to suck her wet nipple. Carla moaned as her body trembled a little harder than the last time. Rochelle moved to get a better angle of my lips on Carla's nipple, "Oh yeah." Hearing no protests, I backed off a little to run the tip of my tongue around her areola; it drew up so tight, it was bumpy. "Bite it," Carla whispered. "Bite it." I got her nipple between my teeth, and applied pressure. "Mmm, bite it," she whispered louder. I applied more pressure than I am comfortable with, and Carla cried out. "Yessss!" René told me to move my hand from her knee to her pussy. It was like René had sprayed her down there too. I could feel Carla's wetness through her panties and her hair. I pushed my finger under her to rub across her clit. She began moaning and pushing her pussy into my hand. "Mark, pulled her panty to the side." I felt Mark's hand reaching for the band, then pulling it aside. I took my mouth off her nipple to look at René as I touched Carla's pussy. René was leaning back in a chair, with her leg up on the arm. She was gently petting her pussy while keeping her eyes on me. I blew her a kiss, and she smiled. I took that as my cue to part Carla's hairy lips to get to her clit. It was protruding, and she shuddered at the first touch. "What happens next, Carla?" René asked. She's too lost in the moment to answer right away. "Make her cum, baby, so she can answer me," René laughed. Mark leaned in to bite her left nipple. I bit her right one as I rubbed her clit. I built up in intensity until she popped. "Oh shit," she screamed as her orgasm made her body shake and jump. "Lean back, guys!" Rochelle snapped pictures. "Damn, why isn't' this a video camera?" I kept my hand on her pussy, and my finger on her clit. Carla's orgasm hit a peak, then she slumped back. I smeared her cum on her nipples for Mark and I to lick off. "Thank you guys," Carla smiled when she could talk normal again. "Thank you," Mark sat back from her nipple. Carla brought her arms off the cushion, and I leaned back too. Rochelle stood up, "I can't wait to see these!" "I can't wait to hear how her fantasy ended," René kept petting herself. Carla rubbed our dicks, "The client is too distracted by my titties to pay attention to the contract. As I'm taking notes, I moved around so that my nipple falls out." "Y'all give her what she's reaching for," Rochelle directed. I pulled off my boxer briefs, and Carla fished Mark's dick out of his boxers. She stroked them both as she finished her story, "My boss says he can throw my blouse in the deal if the client signs right now. The client scribbles his name, and my blouse comes off. They drink champagne off my nipples to celebrate, and then fuck me for the next hour or so." Rochelle started taking pictures, and René started moaning. Carla squeezed and pumped our dicks as she talked, "They lick me, and spank me, and I lose count of how many times they make me cum. It ends with me riding the client on the couch, and my boss comes over and buries his dick in my ass." I shot a short stream in the air, then the rest of my cum oozed out over Carla's fist. She pumped harder, until I was dry – which was when Mark explodes. I opened my eyes just in time to see René squeeze her legs around her hand and tremble through an orgasm. Rochelle snaped a few more pictures, then puted the camera down. She licked Marks cum off Carla's knuckles, then sucked his dick. Carla let go of me, got off the couch, and knelt behind Rochelle to rub her clit, "Make him cum again, girl!" Rochelle spread her knees, and sloppily sucked Mark's dick. My eyes bugged at the scene. "René, I need you to get over here," I got up. She came to me; I turned her around to face the action, and I pushed her down to her knees. I got on my knees, and drove my dick into her from behind. "Oooooooooooh shit!" René moaned as I hit her bottom – literally and figuratively. There was a mixture of moans, screams, slaps, and names being called as we gave into the debauchery of the moment. Rochelle took her mouth off Mark's dick to scream at the fury with which Carla was rubbing her clit. She kept her fist around his dick, and pumped it hard as she had an orgasm. Mark gave up any cum he had left, and pulled her hand off him. They all turned their attention to us for the few minutes it took for me to plant whatever seed I had left in René's orgasmic pussy. I slumped over on her back until I caught my breath. Slowly we all began to move and separate ourselves, each of us checking with one another to make sure everyone was all right. "I don't know about y'all," Mark stretched, "but I'm hungry as a mutha fuck!" Friendly Gathering "Nice color on you," Drew commented. "I think so too," Carla ran one hand over his chest, and the other inside his waistband. Those paying close attention saw a spot forming. "I like his abs," Carla continued, "because when he is . . . releasing, they get even tighter and sort of ripple. It is the sexiest thing ever!" As she kept on rubbing, his waistband was getting lower and lower – and his spot was getting darker and darker. "The other thing I like is how his chest hair, leads to the ab hair, which leads to the pubic hair,' she said sliding his underwear down. "I like to look at it, and feel it when he's on top of me." "Girl, I knew there was a reason you fit in so well," Tina applauded. Pete cleared his throat. This is Carla; and while she may think I am doing this just to get her totally naked, I really do love her feet," he had her sit so he could remover her shoes. Then he sat with her feet in his lap and rubbed them, "Her toes are evenly shaped, and she keeps her toenails cut and painted. As you can see, they are small – about a size 6, I think. But what I like best about them is how turned on she gets when I-" Pete bent over and took her big toe into her mouth, causing Carla to draw a big breath. His head stayed there for a second, then he lifted up and quickly flicked his tongue across the tops of the rest of her toes. Carla squirmed, and pressed her titties into his back, "Okay, okay, they see – you can stop now!" "We want to see him do the other foot!" Troy called out, and we all agreed. Pete shifted so that he was off the seat, and kneeling. He lifted her other foot, and Carla took a breath in anticipation. He ran his tongue from her heel to her ball, then put three of her toes in his mouth. Carla's moan was loud. René's hand found my dick, and squeezed it, while other spouses found a body part of choice – all while keeping their eyes on Carla and Pete. Carla began breathing heavier, as Pete moved his head and tongue all over her feet. "Damn, Pete!" Kenny encouraged, "Handle your business!" "Tell us how it feels, Carla," Rochelle asked. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Is all she could manage to say. Pete looked up at her, then brought her toes out of his mouth with a smile. "You okay," he offered his hand to help her up. "Leave me alone," she laughed and stood up. "That's okay, girl, Deron is in trouble too," René said as Carla passed – leaving a trail of her pleasant scent behind. "Good trouble," I nodded and slapped hands with Pete as he went by. It is a trip that all these educated Black folks are having fun getting exposed in front of each other. But in truth, we all fell safe, and we're all good looking. Gary and Tasha exposed each other next. Other wives got parts sucked on, or spanked – and some husbands got spanked too. Evan and Tina were the last to introduce each other, and then someone noticed it was 3:30AM. I think the time was more of an outlet, because we didn't know exactly how to take things a step or two further – and what that would mean for future gatherings. As folks gathered their clothes, there were a lot of bumps and grazes of exposed body parts. Nothing got overt, and no one seemed to mind. Soon, we were all fully dressed, except Rochelle and Mark who didn't have to go anywhere – she was in her panties, he in his boxers. "Next time we'll do something similar to this earlier in the evening," Rochelle said as couples started leaving. Rene and I were less than halfway home, when Rene said, "Do you think they were ready for everyone to leave?" I looked at her, she looked back at me, then I turned the car around. Though their living room light was still on, we sat in the car for a minute. Fifteen minutes had passed since we left. "We'll just play it cool," Rene said. "I am curious about how they felt about what happened, and having it happen in their house." "Me too," Rene nodded, then waited for my lead in getting out of the car. We slightly heard some moving around as I knocked. A minute later, Mark peeked out the window to see who was there, then another minute passed. We were starting to feel we had made a mistake in returning when Mark opened the door and stood back for us to come in. He was still in just his boxers. "We just wanted to make sure you guys were cool with tonight," I said noticing Rochelle in just her panties, leaning in a doorway to the kitchen. "Were you?" Mark closed the door with a grin. "With each step we took further, I couldn't believe what we were doing," Rene laughed, "and that everybody was so cool about it." "By the way," I had to ask, "we didn't interrupt, did we?" Rochelle brought a digital camera from behind her back, "Actually, you can help us out."