14 comments/ 64042 views/ 6 favorites MaryAnn's Adventure By: MaryAnn678 MaryAnn stepped from the tub, examined herself in the mirror, and smiled at her image. She was petite, 5'3" 123 lbs, and her size 32C breasts were still firm. She knew her blond hair would be a special advantage tonight so she shaved and purposefully left a wisp of it "down there." At age 43, MaryAnn was still a knockout. She walked into her hotel room. "Maybe I won't be a disappointment tonight," she said. "Not even as a middle aged widow." Her friend Gloria had come over to help her get ready for her big evening. "You'll kill them love, especially in that dress we bought this afternoon. Every young dude in the room will put a move on you, and not a one will care about your age. You'll have as many fantasies come true as you wish and you will escape the doldrums of widowhood at least until you return to San Diego and respectability." "Thanks Gloria. I am going to go for it even though I'm scared to death. Now let's get me into the sexy duds." Sexy indeed! A week earlier, the day she arrived in New York, Gloria had taken MaryAnn to a renown dress designer in one of New York's haute couture shops. When she introduced her, Gloria told the owner she would be wearing it to Smitty's Colorful Club. That did it! Ms Helga, the owner, knew exactly how to design it to show her off to the best effect. Ms told her that a clinging dress would show her figure off best, but she suggested simply a very low, v-cut bodice, and a short loose fitting skirt. "It won't present an awkward problem if it needs be taken off for some reason," smiled Ms. Helga. Ms. Helga, a slender, sexy woman also in her 40s obviously knew what went on at Smitty's. MaryAnn wondered if the designer knew about Smitty's from experience? She also hoped the place wasn't so notorious she might be recognized. Her point in joining the club was that she would be 3000 miles from home, and if she was going to go wild she didn't want to be recognized. In any case, the dress did its job. MaryAnn not only looked – but felt – sexy wearing it. It looked as revealing and beautiful as any of those worn to the Academy Awards. Sher herself might have blushed a bit at wearing it. Now she slipped it on over her lace panties and half slip. No bra for this piece of art. The designer assured her that "the bodice is designed so your breasts will never be completely exposed. . . unless you want them to be." Her outfit was simple and – as the designer said – efficient. MaryAnn selected one pearl earring, and put it on her right ear. The matching earring stayed in the box. Sexy, perhaps elegant? Yes, but she was still trembling inside. She not only had never tried something like this, she didn't know anybody who had. No matter. Now was the time for the test of her life. Gloria drove her old friend the few short blocks to the club and gave one last piece of advice, "Please call any time of the night, or next morning if all goes well. I'll come get you." Now she was on her own. MaryAnn smiled bravely back at her friend, walked to the entrance and handed the doorman the letter of acceptance to Smitty's Colorful Club. She walked in, exuding a confidence she didn't feel. It was nightclub time in Gotham, 9 p.m, and Smitty's was just filling up. MaryAnn tried not to look like a tourist, especially a nervous tourist. Among the hundred guests, she did not see a white man. She guessed that sixty-five or so were black men, the rest white women. They were, as they say, mingling. "Well, that's the interracial dating they advertised," she thought. Someone had gone of his way to make Smitty's a class joint. It compared favorably to any cocktail lounge or night club she'd ever been in. Perhaps the only difference was the degree of intimacy shown by the couples – close dancing, kissing, even ill-concealed groping. Someone's getting their money's worth at Smitty's she mused. Amid all this MaryAnn made her way to the only refuge in sight, the bar. She was aware of dozens of eyes on her as she wiggled just like Ms. Helga planned inside her designer dress. She was happy for the attention, but she was still nervous. She steeled herself to resist the temptation to turn and walk out, and managed to reach her destination. She took a seat on a plush bar stool, ordered a Chablis, even crossed her legs flashing a bit of thigh in case someone was interested . . . and god, did she hope someone would be! Someone did. In the mirror, she saw a giant of a man approach and stand right behind her. He smiled down at her reflection. She smiled back with a bit of relief. She was looking up at the man of her fantasies, a 6'4' 215 pound knockout. As with all the other men in the place his skin was black. He said, "Hello. I'm Big Mac, the night manager and senior partner of Smitty's Colorful Club. Do you mind if I tell you that you are the classiest looking lady to come in here since we opened five years ago?" He quickly added, "and we've had lots of beauty and class." Ah someone to talk to. MaryAnn was in her element. She loved the give and take of a repartee. She smiled, "Of course I don't mind. Do you know I paid a fortune for the dress just so someone would say something like that?" She could see his eyes staring at her right breast where the gown fell away almost revealing her nipple. It was just like the little dress maker had promised. And the effect was just as she said it would be also. He didn't try to pretend he wasn't staring. "Maybe this rag will be worth the fortune I paid for it," she thought. "At least it got the attention of a man of her dreams. She thought, "God he's a hunk. I hope he is not just a manager trying to be properly friendly with a customer." He appeared genuinely interested. He asked, "May I sit down?" "Oh please do." She almost added "I'd kill you if you tried to get away. Why do you think I came here?" But she merely smiled and said, "I'm MaryAnn from San Diego." "Well MaryAnn, what brings you here?" "Here? To New York, or to Smitty's?" "Well, let's start with why are you in the Big Apple, then I'd love to hear why you came to my place." "I'm in New York because I'm a features writer and associate editor for a large, regional magazine. A local girl is starring in the revival of a risqué 1960s play called Oh Calcutta. I interviewed her for a feature story." "Wow, that is risqué. I read where the entire cast appears on stage completely naked. They say it has a great chance of making it back to Broadway again. It's now playing just down the street here in the Village. I intend to see it soon." "Yes our gal is especially interesting from a writer's viewpoint because she is a Mormon and she's not wearing the holy underwear, nor much of anything else as a matter of fact. In fact in the grand finale she's naked in all her beauty, and it's a considerable amount of beauty. She doesn't look a bit like a modest Mormon girl from BYU! Mac gave with an evil grin and asked, "Did you see anything exciting?" "Oh yes, a couple male specimens had me squirming in my seat." She then gave with a big grin as if she might, or might not, have been kidding. She hoped to keep him guessing for a while. "And did all that nakedness inspire you to come to Smitty's?" MaryAnn recognized a smart salesman. Every exchange led to the close, in this case sex! Now was the time to lay her cards on the table. She had read the rules and knew the club was designed just for women like herself. She explained, "No, I had a more serious reason. It's one I pondered seriously before deciding to submit a request for admission." "Care to share?" MaryAnn became very serious, Mac saw a tear in her eye as she continued, "I have been a widow for just two months. My husband died in an accident. I loved him more than life itself and miss him more than I can describe. I cried myself to sleep every night for two weeks. The only thing that kept me afloat was my writing. Deadlines don't wait for anybody. So every day I would write something, or edit something, or tweak a completed manuscript. I shared my efforts with a good friend, also a journalist, with whom I share everything. Gloria said my writing was as sharp, poignant, and focused as ever. I trust Gloria in everything she tells me. She smiled and added, "She recommended Smitty's." "Other than that, my life was bleak." Her voice dropped and Mac leaned forward to hear her admit, "I even thought I had become asexual. Although when I became a widow I left behind a robust sex life, it was gone. Now I had no desire for it at all." She hesitated, then continued, ". . . until one morning when Mandy, my daughter, went to school and I was still in bed. I found that my libido was indeed active. I don't mean to get too graphic but I ruined a cucumber." The shock of such a brash statement caused Mac to break out in a big guffaw. She joined him in the laughter. She also noted that his leg was gently pressing against hers, or was she pressing against his? In any case it went with the ambiance of Smitty's as she understood it, and she felt things might just happen. She continue, "After the cucumber episode, and to be safe I used a lubricated condom, my apathy towards sex made a complete turnabout. All at once I dove into a fantasy life, mostly on chat rooms on the Internet." He asked, "And how does that lead to Smitty's?" MaryAnn was sure he knew the answer but she was happy to tell him anyhow. If anything were to come of this candid talk, her admission of her fantasies would make it easier for both of them. MaryAnn learned years ago to drive a point home she should look directly into the listener's eyes. She continued, "Many chat rooms on the Internet are devoted to black men and white women. I learned that my fascination with the hitherto taboo subject was shared by so many other men and women. The more I chatted the more I imagined myself in as relationship, but it couldn't happen in San Diego. America's sixth largest city is still too small for a known journalist to run amok, and running amok was my urge, almost my compulsion . Mac held her hand. She moved it to her thigh and squeezed it. Mac glanced down, smiled and continued, "That's why we have a Smitty's Colorful Club. We try to create an environment where curious women from . . . oh, say San Diego, can meet hot blooded young guys and in as safe an environment as possible. We have our rules, and insist they be followed." "Well the attraction is there." MaryAnn looked at their hands. "Doesn't that look nice, black and white entwined? I love the contrast." "It's even better when it is a contrast between two bodies." MaryAnn finished the thought, "Black and white, big and small." She smiled. Mac smiled back and gently squeezed her leg. She realized they were on the right track and both recognized they did not need to hurry. She thought, "My god, this is exciting, telling a stranger that I want to make love," But, if there ever was a place for frank conversation between two strangers this was it. Then she leaned forward and said, "Gloria, urged me to come to New York, allow a few extra days, and go wild just to remind myself I'm a woman, not just a widow. She also gave your place an unqualified recommendation. Like I said I trust Gloria, so here I am at Smitty's Colorful Bar where fantasies like mine are encouraged. And I am nearly 3000 miles away from the people who know me. "Most important though this is a purely selfish act. It isn't about my husband, nor do I feel a sense of guilt because I so recently lost him. I'm being completely hedonistic. I can spend the rest of my life as a "respectable" woman who's trying to save the world, but tonight and the next few days are mine, all mine." Her comments were punctuated by looking Mac in the eye. She laid her hand on his and held it tight against her thigh. She could feel the heat of his hand through the thin material. The conversation was almost like foreplay. Mac continued, "And you read the rules? No hookers, no physical abuse unless both parties agree to it as a condition of sex. The woman has an absolute right to say "no" at any time up to actual engagement, and she must tell the man in no uncertain terms that she wants to have sex with him before they can do it." MaryAnn kept her eyes on his and nodded, Mac traced his hand along the right side of her face and gently tugged on her earlobe. "I see you left one earring home tonight." "Yes, it's the old Polynesian custom of signifying that I'm available. Now, all I have to do is utter those magic words you just mentioned, if I find an interested man that is." "MaryAnn? "What Mac?" "What do you want right now?" "I want you to kiss me, a real kiss, not a 'poor widow' peck on the lips." She leaned forward, looking into his eyes. He smiled and put his lips on hers. It was indeed a real kiss. Then she felt his hand between her knees. She knew others were looking. All she had to do to stop him was keep her legs together. She pulled away, looked him directly in the eye, and deliberately spread her legs slightly. Then she put her lips back on his and opened her mouth. His tongue was in her mouth and his hand was moving up the inside of her thigh. She gave with a gasp and moved forward a bit. His hand moved up to her crotch. She felt him tracing along her labia on the outside of her sheer panties. Oh god he's doing it right here. She spread her legs a bit more and felt his fingers slide inside her panties and moving onto her clit. This was what she he had come for. "Oh god," she moaned. She started to move with the rhythm of his fingers, then she broke away again. She whispered, "I think it's time for me to make my declaration, Mac." "Yes?" MaryAnn again looked him directly in his eyes and uttered, "I want you to fuck me." He whispered back, "Oh god yes, MaryAnn, we will, but we have to be a bit circumspect. The owner isn't supposed to complete with the customers, but I'll make an exception in your case. We just can't walk to the back together" He took a blank card, scribbled "OK, MJ" on it and gave it to her. "Go to the lady's room, wait a few minutes, then give this to the attendant. She'll let you out the back door into a corridor. I'll meet you there in five minutes." As she got up to walk, he murmured, "And please sake don't change your mind." "No chance," MaryAnn thought as she walked away. "This was what I traveled 3000 miles for." Inside the restroom, she checked herself out in the mirror. "I still have it. I bet I could go back out there and have at least five guys putting the make on me. It feels good to be a woman, not just a grieving widow again." She handed the card to the attendant who looked at it, smiled and said, "Big Mac eh? Congratulations. You'll have the experience of a lifetime." MaryAnn wasn't sure whether to feel smug or cheap, but she smiled and walked through the door. Mac was waiting in the hall at the foot of the stairs. He towered over her but put her on the bottom step, took her in his arms and gave her yet another toe-curling kiss. Then he said, "I have been wanting to see what Ms. Helga hid so discreetly. He reached inside the loose v-cut bodice and closed his hand on her titty. He leaned over and kissed it. She fondled his crotch. The myth was right, at least in this case. Then he said. "I have a delightful room upstairs. It is designed for just one thing, sex. I know you will like it." She led the way, Mac right behind. She could feel his eyes on her. She no longer even entertained the idea of backing out. Furthermore, she felt that her wild anticipation was equaled by his. He opened the door to the bedroom, stepped inside, and said, "Oh oh." "What," asked MaryAnn. "It looks like we are not alone. My business partner is entertaining." Mac could see the disappointment in her eyes. "Hey does your wild time include voyeurism? This might be a wonderful preview." She stepped inside. The room was indeed built for sex with soft, blue, indirect lighting reflecting off mirrors on the ceiling and on the walls. A huge bed dominated the room. And sex was taking place, exotic, arousing sex! A big black man had his head between the outstretched legs of a naked, redheaded woman, their clothes piled in a heap beside the bed. "My god, Oh my god." MaryAnn walked into the room and stood silently close to the bed. She obviously had no idea of leaving. Things were getting exciting in the bed. Neither seemed to mind the audience. The business partner looked as if he was trying to lose himself inside his small partner. She was urging him on with an appropriate assortment of moans, whines, whimpers, all while moving hard against his face and tongue. MaryAnn felt Mac behind her. His arms went around her and one hand dropped to her crotch. She stopped him, . "Undress me, Mac, the zipper is in the back and it'll slide easily over my head." Just as Ms. Helga promised, her dress came off easily, and for the reason Ms. Helga suggested. He was holding both her breasts. She backed up against him and felt his hard body pressing against her back. He had undressed. She grasped his huge cock and gently stroked it as he held her. On the bed, the man moved on top, nearly obliterating the woman. She reached down and guided him into her. It was huge. Surely he couldn't get much of that inside her. But that's exactly what he did. It was a bit slow but together they worked together, carefully. And both were obviously delighted in it. MaryAnn felt as if she was getting a tutorial for what would come her way in a few minutes. Mac held one titty and put the other hand inside her panties. She moved her hips in rhythm to the couple on the bed. "Is that what your want, MaryAnn," asked Mac? "Oh Jesus yes, and just like that." Mac caressed and manipulated her clit until she was moving back and forth and making those noises. Then he placed the his hand on it and inserted his index finger up her vagina. That did it! MaryAnn let out a long, low moan and completed her first orgasm with a man in two months. "Oh God you're going to be exciting in bed." Mac whispered into her ear. And so were the pair on the bed. She had a good view of him from the rear. His balls slapped her ass with each stroke as moved hard back against him. MaryAnn tentatively reached forward and touched his balls. Mike said, "Go ahead, squeeze them. She grasped them, squeezed, and the other man lunged forward, grunted, "OOOH MY GOD OOH MY GOD I'M CUMMING." About that time so did MaryAnn, again. So did the woman lying under him. Now it was MaryAnn, and Mac's turn. The other couple lay there for a few minutes savoring their wild adventure. Then, Mac's partner looked up, smiled and commenced putting his clothes. He said, "Thanks for waiting, and for the little help there at the end. It worked well." For the first time MaryAnn got a good look at the woman. She gasped, it was a woman she knew well from San Diego. was the trophy wife of one of the richest guys in the country. Indeed MaryAnn had interviewed her when she decorated her new multi-million dollar Rancho Santa Fe home. She and MaryAnn exchanged embarrassed glances, then both turned away quickly. Seeing the exchange, Mac reminded MaryAnn, "What happens here stays here." Loud enough for the woman to hear she replied, "Yes it certainly does and I will not betray anybody. Now let's tend to our own needs." MaryAnn lay on the bed, wearing nothing but her panties. Mac moved alongside her pulled her to himself. She felt his cock pressing against her leg as he kissed her. Then he said, "MaryAnn, of all the women who've come through our doors you are the most special of them all. I also know how important this is to you, so the next few minutes are yours. Please be candid and tell me what you want. This can be special for both of us." Maryann's Adventure Continues MaryAnn looked up at Mac. He was resting on his shoulders, his big black body barely touching her petite white one. She felt at peace after the unbelievably wild threshing the two of them had just finished. She pulled his face to hers and they kissed, but it wasn't a passionate, open-mouthed kiss as had been those they had just exchanged. This was the tender kiss of two people who just felt good being together. And they were together, literally. They were still joined and he was getting soft inside her. Their juices were tracing a new path down her butt. Even that felt good. Everything did. She had traveled 3000 miles to capture that feeling. Big Mac looked down at her. "Whew", he said. "Yes, whew," she replied. Then she added. "You said you love me." "Yes I did. Would you believe me if I said I meant it?" "It's always nice to hear, but we are two grownups who have known each other for only a couple hours." She paused then added, "What now?" "Now you continue your quest to go wild in New York. First spruce yourself up and recapture that glow that excited me so much when you walked through the front door tonight. You'll find almost everything you need in that bathroom over there. This is a high class trysting place." "But you just said you love me. Now you say you want me to go back downstairs and make it with other guys?" "MaryAnn, I do love you, but you are a white woman journalist and I am a black businessman dealing in sex. We both know how things are in this world -- what's possible and what's not. At any rate I love you; that doesn't mean I own you. I have a hard time with the concept of one person owning another you know." "Funny," she replied. "Ron came to the same conclusion from a different perspective. He said he didn't own me, nor I him. It worked. We both had a measure of freedom and we both exercised it. I'm positive he would have approved of our wrestling match just now." Although he was wondering why he didn't make an effort to hang on to this remarkable woman, Mac merely answered, "You married a smart man and you are lucky to have his memories. Was he sentimental?" "Yes." Mac continued, "So am I. I'd like something special from you MaryAnn." "What's that?" "I'd like you to leave your panties here as you continue your quest." "For a souvenir? Do you have a collection of them from other lovers?" "No I just want yours. I'll put it in my desk and keep it locked. Now and then I'll open it and cherish one of my fondest memories. And don't worry. You will not need panties at Smitty's, not if you play it right. When one of those young dudes pats your ass and realizes there is nothing under your skirt . . . well, you'll have a hot young dude aching to get at what's under that skirt." MaryAnn smiled and said, "Interesting, I always felt that when my panties came off I could stop being a nice, refined lady and let myself go. I have said "fuck" more times without my skivvies than with them. Now if I go back down there without them I'll have a head start at being lewd, lascivious, and extremely vulgar. " But that was that for the short romance. MaryAnn went to the bathroom. As promised it was stocked with everything a woman might need to look her best. She realized Big Mac was right. She had not traveled 3000 miles just to find contentment. She came to the Big Apple to go wild, excise the demons of widowhood, and, most of all remind, herself that she was indeed a woman. After all she didn't attract Mac by emulating Mary Poppins. She checked her rejuvenated self out in the mirror and said to herself, "Hmmm, I still ain't bad." She finished dressing, leaving off not only her panties but her half slip as well. Now with practically nothing on but her designer dress, hose, and heels she walked in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. It would be obvious to anyone who looked, and there would be many lookers, she was not wearing underwear. Her ass cheeks were clearly outlined. She told herself, "I pronounce myself ready." Mac was gone when she emerged from the loo. She lay her panties and slip on a table along with her business card. She circled her cell phone number and wrote. "Anytime!" Then she walked back down the stairs and stepped into the club again. Again she made her way through the crowd. It was a smaller crowd than when she left, but as the night wore down everybody was letting it all out. The couples were dancing closely, kissing, and fondling. One woman sitting in a booth had her head back, eyes glazed. MaryAnn could make out a man on his hands and keens under the table. Lots of asses were being fondled. Smitty's place was alive with excitement, at least for the participants. Again she took a seat at the bar and ordered a Chablis, and again she was soon greeted, but not by Big Mac or anybody who looked remotely like him. "Hello MaryAnn, good to see you again. We do bump into each other in the damnedest places?" It was her fellow San Diegan, the redhead she had watched fucking wildly in Mac's room. She was glad to see a familiar face, even though it was an awkward meeting. She finally remembered her friend's name, "Hello Judy. We do indeed meet in interesting places. I'm glad to see you too." Judy said, "I'm guessing we both came to Smitty's for the same purpose. No reason we should be embarrassed after what we both saw." Judy's smile was as innocent as a baby's but so welcome. Her new/old friend said, "God you and Big Mac made a wonderful pair. Everybody I know has tried to lure him to bed. Only a select few make it. Great lover huh?" "Oh my god yes! I didn't want to leave, but he insisted. He knew why I came and wanted me to complete the quest." "Yes it is a quest isn't it. I think every woman who comes to Smitty's has a quest. I understand what you went through after Ron's death. I read the papers, and cried when you lost him. I know how much you must have suffered and how difficult it is to recover while playing the part of a grieving widow. How's that for a two-bit analysis?" "You the nail right on the head." Judy continued, "I'm here with my husband's permission. He just can't . . . well, you know he's much older than I. He sends me off to New York shopping or anything else I want. He wanted a trophy wife and I serve that purpose. He's happy that I find my thrills here and don't look for them close by in the hills of North San Diego County. Lots of wealthy young dudes up there. In Smitty's I find something more primitive and much more exciting with no pretense. MaryAnn put her hand on her friend's arm, looked her in the eye, and asked. "How far do you wander outside the norm, when you're so far from home? "I try to keep my options open. After all I travel all this way to be free to indulge myself. Someone asked if I liked kinky sex. I replied that I certainly did not! I just change the definition of kinky when it gets in the way, and you'd be surprised how often that is. But you are asking for a reason aren't you?" "Yes, I wasn't a sheltered babe earlier, but when I saw you in bed with that big guy I found myself awfully excited as if it were happening to me. This although I knew it would soon be. I just loved watching him fuck you. Then when I saw you looking at Mac and me while playing with yourself, I got off on that. I wonder what my limits are." "It's obvious you like both watching and being watched and that yen can be satisfied here. I also hope you don't mind giving a blow job." MaryAnn smiled and said, "no I recently found I like it." The two women talking about a wild sex orgy had the same tone as that of two high school girls discussing a prank. Judy continued the discussion, "You've come to exactly the place to find out what else you might try and I'm anxious to help you. See those four guys looking at us?" "Oh god yes." "They are with me. I asked them if they would like you to join us. When they got a gander at you in – and nearly out of – that dress, they damn near started drooling. If you are willing to let yourself go, you will bring out the very worst in them." "And the worst in me?" "Let's hope so. I too get a thrill out of voyeurism, and I have some wonderful ideas running around under my pretty red hair. Let's get this show on the road MaryAnn." The fat was in the fire as her dad had always said. After all she had come to New York to let herself go. MaryAnn smiled like a virgin, albeit one with her tits nearly hanging out, and joined the others in a huge booth. Almost immediately one asked her to dance. A bit uncertain she glanced at Judy. Judy gave her a quick nod. The show was indeed on the road. The young man looked to be in his early twenties, about half her age. Young or not, he had a swagger that left no doubt this was his territory. On the dance floor, he pulled her tight. No surprise there. Everybody was engaging in the old body rub style of dancing. What happened next did surprise her a bit. On an impulse she turned her face to him and smiled. He bent down and brushed his lips against hers. She pulled his head down a second time and the brush became a real kiss. God this was brazen. God this was exciting. He introduced himself. "Hello white mama. I'm Leroy, a visitor from Bedford-Stuyvesant across the river. You like young black dudes?" "Depends. You like old white widows?" "Sheeeit. I like anybody your age if they have tits hanging out like yours. Them are some jugs." Yes it was a bit primitive, but she took it as a compliment just as she did his next move. He slid his hand moved down to her ass. "Hey, white woman, that yo bare ass under there?" "I seem to have lots of bare skin," MaryAnn countered. This wasn't on the same level as her earlier repartee with Big Mac but it was exciting. A kid nearly as young as her daughter was putting a move on her, and she was willing to guarantee he would succeed. But not quite. "Damn woman, I'd like to take that pretty dress off'n you and give you a good fuckin,' but I gotta go in half an hour. Don' ask me why, but I gotta get back across the bridge." Although this young man was one she'd never give a second glance at outside of a place like Smitty's, MaryAnn was disappointed. He not only was brash, he was a hot looking stud and she was sure Judy was anxious to watch, as anxious perhaps as she, herself, was to show off. This going wild adventure was getting more and more exciting. She asked, "I'm sorry too Leroy. We can't get much done in half an hour." "Maybe, or maybe not. Let's dance over there to that dark side of the floor, away from most of the people. While we can't do it all we can maybe work something out. Y'all got soft hands?" He smiled down at her. "Uh in college they called me 'Hand job Mary.' Think that might help?" She could swear she felt his erection grow as it pressed against her. "Oh man! Yeah. Soft hands eh?" Another couple over there was right against the wall. A black man was fondling a white woman. He had his hand under her skirt and she was moving against him. Then she looked closely and saw her hand on his cock stroking. "That's the idée," said Leroy. As he talked he pulled her skirt up and fondled her ass. MaryAnn reached down and fondled his crotch. He said, "Take it out, we can help ourselves." She unzipped his pants, took his cock out, commenced stroking. Unlike those of her classmates in college she could put both hands on it. This was the sort of thing bragged about in chat rooms – big, black, and very hard. Leroy responded by unfastening the zipper on the back of her gown and letting it fall. Both tits were bare now. "Oh god white mama! Oh man! They something else." He leaned forward and took the nipple in his mouth, all while gyrating his hips in rhythm to her stroking. Soon he dropped his hand to her pussy, slipped his fingers inside her vulva and did some stroking of his own." MaryAnn realized she had quite an audience. Several couples were keeping tabs on her and Leroy. She looked past them and, sure enough, Judy was taking in the exhibition as well. This was wild, and she felt a thrill unlike anything she'd ever felt before. As Leroy fondled her pussy and kissed her tits she moved her ass wildly. She wasn't quite sure whether the thrill came from his finger and mouth, or from the group watching intently. Soon Leroy added to the excitement. He commenced moving his hips as she stroked him. It was all too much for her young lover. He cried, "Oh goddamn white mama, oh goddamn." She quickly retrieved a handkerchief from her pocket and held it over the head of his cock as he shot off into it. MaryAnn knew from experience how to save her dress from a big stain. After a the requisite "goddamns" and "oooh shits" Leroy gave it a couple last twitches and it was over. "Like a souvenir, lover?" MaryAnn asked. Now a much calmer Leroy smiled and put the soggy handkerchief in his pocket. She reflected that if she gave away many more articles or accessories of clothing she'd be showing much more than her titties. But the show was over. A quick adjustment of their clothes and they went back to the table where Leroy gave MaryAnn another kiss and promised the next time he'd make sure he had the time to do it right. "White mama, what you need is a good fucking from a young blood." She wondered if Judy could come up with something more outrageous than that. She had returned to the booth and was busy with three young dudes. One was openly pawing at her breasts. Another was kissing her, and the third was reaching under her dress. Judy broke away, breathless, "Well, dear, that was quite a show. You have done something I haven't even tried. You gave the kid a hand job. I haven't done that, not in public, not yet." "I learned more at USC than journalism. What's next in our adventure in debauchery? I'm raring to go." "Big Mac also owns a hotel next door, one with what's called a community room. He rents it by the hour. I have to add that if we leave the door ajar folks that becomes an invitation for people to come in and watch. That might be exciting for a woman given to exhibitionism." This was getting more and more exciting. MaryAnn asked, "My God, is there any limit to what we might do?" Judy said, "Ask them." Then she turned to the guys and asked, "Interested in an orgy with a couple middle aged white chicks fellows?" Nobody expected any dissent and there was none. The term "Shit yeah." summed it up their response quite well. MaryAnn was sure that the young men weren't expected to pay for the room, and she offered her credit card. Judy answered, "You don't know how much money I married into dear. This treat is on me. Believe me It's worth every penny." For all that MaryAnn was nervous. Everything was so far beyond what she had ever done. Judy took charge. "Everybody should be properly dressed. All clothes off, now." For MaryAnn it was easy. She simply slipped her dress over her head and was left with nothing except her thigh highs. Surely nobody would object if she wore them. 1Curious about the so-called myth of black men, she looked at the young guys undressing, While she saw none of the vaunted ten inches claimed in so many chat rooms they were certainly a group of well-equipped dudes. It looked as if her adventure would get even more exciting. Judy helped kick things off. "MaryAnn, why don't you and Marvin lie on the bed and make out like high school kids on a date." High school kids? MaryAnn had zealously guarded her virginity in high school. She was certain Judy wasn't suggesting she abstain now. And she noticed the door was left open. Quite a few had already walked in. She resolved to give them a good show. She said to Marvin, "Let's get with it." Still, put her arms around him and pulled him to her. She soon felt his lips on hers. He was about the age of Leroy, He held her tight and gave her a very grown-up kiss. Soon it became a Frenchie. Then she felt his erection. What would Judy expect to do with that? Judy was ready with the unasked question, "Marvin why don't you fuck her between the tits? I'm sure we can do something with this. I want to watch and Charlie and I will amuse ourselves." MaryAnn looked at her friend and saw her standing with her back to Charlie who was fingering her pussy with one hand while fondling her tit with the other. She, herself, felt like the star in a strange drama. Or was it from the thrill from watching one? Meanwhile Marvin knelt on her belly and put his big cock between her tits. She held them tight and he commenced moving. She could see that Judy had moved onto the bed on her hands and knees and Charlie was holding her hips and moving against her. She was getting it dog fashioned. MaryAnn was in the vortex of a wild sex orgy. And she loved it. She loved it even more when she felt someone pull her legs apart then kissed the insides of them where it was so tender. Her passion began to rise. She spread her legs, an invitation to the mystery man down there. Soon, she felt his tongue upon her vulva then inside it on her clit. This ignited her passion once more. As Marvin fucked her tits she moved her hips in response to the mystery man's ministrations. As Marvin moved faster she bent over and let the head of his cock slide into her mouth. Then both wanted more. He simply slipped past her tits and fucked her face. Faster and faster he went. Deeper and deeper into her mouth he plunged. She grabbed his balls and squeezed. then she slid one finger up to his ass and fingered it. Finally she shoved it in his ass hard. Marvin, proclaimed, "Oh my god. Ohhh sweet Jesus. I'm cumming." And he did, big time. MaryAnn didn't back away. She knew what was expected. Marvin held her head, moved faster and deeper, and it happened. Although she had given her first blow job, to her husband, less than a year earlier, this was the first to a total stranger and the first in front of an audience. Judy's own wild ride was over. She and her consort had finished their own act of passion perhaps aided by watching MaryAnn and Marvin. "God girl, you know how to make a wild party wilder. We'll have to get together for some sort of party when we get back to the land of fruits and nuts. MaryAnn didn't experience the wild ecstasy of an orgasm, few women do on giving oral sex, but something else was happening, that stranger between her legs. Marvin moved away and she looked down. Her lover looked up and smiled, "Yo white mama, y'all like a bit of fucking now?" It was Leroy, the lad who left her early in order to return to Brooklyn. He had been doing a good job while Marvin was doing his own thing, and MaryAnn was feeling the results. She replied to the youngster, "Yes, let's make you the denouement for the evening." She wondered if she cold retain her ebullience after the affair or if she would simply look back on the evening with disgust for deliberately making herself a slut. But, slut or not, what she wanted at the moment was that young man with the big cock to fuck her while a room full of people watched. She pulled him on top, kissed him, reached down and guided him to her cunt. It felt so good rubbing against her clit! I want you, Leroy, I want to feel you in me. She raised her hips and guided the head of it in. Then they paused until MaryAnn moved against him and he had a bit more of it in her. Finally, after short careful thrusts, she felt his balls against her ass. She held him tight and said, "Just move with me Leroy." Locked in an embrace and fully connected they moved together without stroking. Soon MaryAnn, broke away, "Oh god Leroy do it. Do it hard and fast." Leroy held his big black body close to her small white one and said, "White mama you gonna get it good.. MaryAnn was already hyped with the blow job, cunnilingus and an interactive audience. She responded, meeting every thrust again and again. She was indeed "getting it good" and feeling free from every constraint decreed by the civilization of her real world enjoyed every bit of it. Maryann's Adventure Continues Judy was right beside her on the bed with yet another lover from the trio, or from somewhere, fondling her body. MaryAnn could see the others watching and presumed they enjoyed the show. Several couples were masturbating each other, one couple was standing against the wall banging away. And she was indeed getting it good in a community room in the Big Apple. She started those woman noises, moaning, crying, and taunting her lover to give it to her. He answered mostly with grunts as he sunk his cock into her, then with the vernacular of Bedford-Stuyvesant. "Goddam white mama you one fine ho. You a reglar bitch and I'm gonna fuck you til you scream for more." The educated, literate, lady from across the country had never been called such names but this wasn't the time to quibble about language. She was getting fucked and she reveled in it. "More, goddamn you, more! Shove it to me. I want to feel you cum in me." Then she fell completely into ecstasy, wrapped her legs around him and nearly swooned with delight. It was only the second orgasm of the evening, but she later reflected that she couldn't take more than two like those had been. "Now, white mama, I gonna cum in yo' white cunt. Hold on." Hold on she did and Leroy started pumping harder. Then she felt him twitch and knew it was going to happen. She again raised her ass and he slammed it hard into her and held it there as his juices joined hers in the wildest fuck she ever had. Judy said, "my god!" Someone watching said, "That was the hottest thing I ever saw." MaryAnn and Leroy just lay there basing in the afterglow of a wonderful experience. She could feel him getting soft. Finally she said, "You lasted longer than I expected. Few young guys hang on that long." Leroy confessed, "Shit, that was the third time in about two hours I got off. Y'll wanked my crank on the dance floor. Then another white bitch took me to her booth and while I played with her pussy, she gave me a blow job. Still I wanted to fuck the classiest gal I ever saw so when I found you were in the community room I knew I jes had to try to fuck you. MaryAnn said, "And I'm so glad you did. Now I have to go. It's been an exciting night for an old broad from California." She got dressed, sort of, and said goodbye to Judy who was currently resting between lovers. Judy replied, "You were absolutely wonderful MaryAnn. I have your office number and would like to talk to call you when we get home. Surely we can find something to talk about, perhaps to do. Now you go on. I have enough here to keep me busy for a while. MaryAnn blew her a kiss, retrieved her shawl from the hat check room, and called Gloria. Her friend answered, "Hi darling, you must have had fun. It's 4 a.m." "Yes, it was awesome" "I'll pick you up in exactly ten minutes and take you back to the hotel." Right on cue her friend picked her up at the curb. In the car, she said, "Now you just have to tell me. What happened? How many times?" MaryAnn smiled at her closest confidant and said, "Two fucks, one blow job, one hand job, and I think I may have fallen in love. Also I lost both my panties and slip. Gloria said, "Oh god tell me all about it, every detail. But MaryAnn was asleep, peacefully asleep. MaryAnn's Adventure This was the most businesslike sexual proposition MaryAnn had ever had, but then she'd never prepared for sex like this before. Mac's comment was reasonable. "First I want you to take my panties off slowly. I love that. And I want to do the rest just like that last couple, cunnilingus, missionary position, and all. . . oh no rubber either. I want all of you, every bit, every drop." She felt his huge body next to hers, his huge cock rubbing against her belly. As he kissed her he gently caressed her titties, one after the other. Then he moved down and took one in his mouth. MaryAnn had the best seat in the house for the performance. The mirror on the ceiling reflected two bodies, a large black one and a small white one, starting to squiggle in passion As he reached her legs he tugged at her panties and she raised her hips. She watched as they slid off. She was now naked. He placed his head between her outstretched legs and slid his tongue up and down her clit. She realized that the visual was driving exciting her almost as much as was the feel of his wet tongue on her open labia. And she wasn't the only spectator. She saw redhead walk back into the room, still only partially dressed. She shifted her gaze from the mirror to the woman and smiled. The woman returned the smile and gave her a big "thumbs up." MaryAnn had made the transition from being a voyeur to being an exhibitionist and she loved it. Meanwhile, Mac was busy and he looked to be enjoying it. MaryAnn wrapped her legs around his neck and pushed hard against his face. His tongue entered her vagina and she pushed even harder. Then she reached down, pulled him on top, took his cock in her hand and rubbed it against her. "Now, you magnificent son of a bitch let's do it." She raised her ass and guided the head of it in. Then they both waited a second until she moved towards him again. Slowly, inch by exquisite inch they proceeded. MaryAnn looked in the mirror just behind them and could see what she had traveled across country to do. And she could see there was a long way to go. She took a deep breath and resolutely pushed towards him. A glance at the mirror showed they were almost completely connected. "Now," she cried, "Now, do it Mac, shove it hard, then hold it tight inside me." Mac held her tight, grunted and buried it in her. Then together without stroking they moved together, a curious, circular dance. It looked beautiful in the mirror and apparently in the mind of her friend who now had her hand under her skirt and was moving her hips. "Oh my God, darling, Oh my god this is so wonderful," MaryAnn said. She pulled away from him then slammed hard against him. He picked up the rhythm and she felt stroke after stroke filling her. "Darling, oh darling MaryAnn. I knew I wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you walk across the floor." Mac accented each word with a grunt and shook the bed with the force of his body on her. MaryAnn had long ago learned that talking goes with sex. She loved to exchange passionate ideas with her husband, and, now and then, his friends. As the moved together she said, "Oh god Mac. I can look in the mirror on the ceiling and see your black body moving in me. Then I can look in the mirror right behind us and watch it go in and out. And best of all I can look up and see the face of the most beautiful man in the world fucking me." She pulled his head to him, kissed him, then, "Look at me Mac. Look down at me. I want you to see me cum. Darling I'm going to cum and you are doing it. Oh my beautiful man you are doing it." With that she commenced threshing wildly up and down, then sideways, then moved so wildly into him he was buried deep inside her. His balls slapped against her ass. She commenced whining, crying, moaning, cussing as she picked up the tempo. Finally she raised her ass completely off the bed and shoved it back at him hard as she let loose with a long moan. She had the biggest orgasm of her life. She was sobbing with delight when it happened. "Mac if someone had told me that I wouldn't have survived that orgasm I would have wanted it anyhow. You are wonderful." Mac looked down at her, "Oh I wanted that to happen to you more than anything. Now it's my turn. Want to help me?' "Yes oh god yes, put your left leg outside my right one. That will make it tighter and I can feel it even better." Again they started their horizontal dance and she felt every inch of every stroke. And, like MaryAnn, Mac was a talker. "Oh Jesus your cunt feels good on my cock. Oh god I love fucking you. You are so beautiful lying there." MaryAnn loved every word. But as he started to spasm she loved his next words even more, "I love my MaryAnn. I truly love you." Then he held it tight inside her and she felt it happen. They moved together oblivious of the woman standing inches away. MaryAnn looked fascinated as the lovely redhead reached over and grabbed Mac's balls and squeezed them. Mac gave one last hard lunge and she felt him completely inside her. She held him tight as he groaned and twitched. The ending was spectacular as all the rest. She could feel his hot juice pouring into her. Finally the threshing subsided. She felt him go soft. The cum ran out and down her ass. MaryAnn closed here eyes more content than she ever felt. She was a woman who had just excised the demons and was completely in charge of her destiny. It figured to be an exciting one.