0 comments/ 109003 views/ 9 favorites A Deal Is a Deal Ch. 01 By: rbflhome A Deal Is a Deal – Part 1 The following story is “real” in the sense that I wrote it for my wife, Sandra, for she and I to read and become aroused by it. While our real-life experiences are somewhat tamer, we nonetheless have spiced up our sex life by fantasizing about what might be. You husbands and wives out there might find that it is something that you can do together that will make your lives more exciting. It worked for us. The neon sign proclaimed that good food, drink and fun could be found inside. Just fun? Or something more? Inside, fun gave way to passion, which then gave way to……….sex, or at least the yearning for it. The lighting in the bar was dim which made things difficult to see, but not impossible. I sat on a stool at the end of the bar, observing. The place was a local “meat market” where men and women went to meet and then leave for whatever brand of passion they could muster. It was about three-quarters full with an equal number of men and women. My eyes kept coming back to a woman at the other end of the bar who was perched on a stool showing just the right amount of leg. About my age, 35, long brown hair down to the middle of her back and a pair of the most fantastic tits I have ever seen. She had on a short leather mini-skirt and a halter-top that concealed just enough to make you want to see more. Black lace push-up bra underneath with plenty of cleavage showing. The look was complemented by her fishnet stockings and red (bright red!) “come fuck me” pumps with five-inch heels. She looked and acted like a high-class hooker out for the night. A $500 an hour hooker. I knew her well. And not from paying for her pleasures. This magnificent sexpot of a woman was my wife Sandra. Sandra had not always been like this. We had been married for almost 10 years, Sandra and I. During that time we had raised two reasonably well-adjusted kids, struggled and succeeded with our respective jobs and, somehow, managed to stay in love with each other. But……….yea, I know, there is always a “but”. In our case the “but” was sex. Sure, we had an active sex life, making love two, sometimes, three times a week. Something had been lacking, though, and we both knew it even if we didn’t want to admit it. It was………excitement that was missing. Our sex life, though active, had gotten, well, boring. But we made a deal for a solution that fit both our needs. As I look back on things I’m still not sure how we did it and not sure I care-it’s the results that count-but I’ll try and explain. So let’s go back to last night’s escapade at the bar. Sandra coyly winked at me just as the bartender, a lankly young black man named Marcus, delivered her a drink. Flashing him her best smile and coyly brushing her hand across his forearm, she accepted the drink with her now-characteristic flourish. She was surrounded by a group of men, all vying for her attention. She had them eating out of her hand as they competed to be the one she left with. I paid for my drink, satisfied Sandra was in complete control, and left. I drove around for about 2 hours or so and then made my way home. As I drove my mind wandered, wondering which guy she would pick. The older executive type, the young stud, or the bar lothario with the flashy car and flashier wallet? I knew she would surprise me. She usually did-these days. After allowing enough time for Sandra to get home and get started, I parked in the driveway, careful not to make any noise. Entering the house there was only one feature-darkness. The hallway was pitch-black with no light on in the house. The kids were away for the weekend; we had planned to be alone. Well, not quite alone. My cock got hard in anticipation of what I might find. I fumbled with my keys, almost stumbling over something that lay scattered on the floor. Reaching down, I picked up first a woman’s bra, then panties. There was a complete wardrobe thrown about. Mini-skirt, stiletto high heels, then a man’s trousers and shirt. Which guy was it, I wondered? And…what would my reaction be this time? She’s at it again, I thought. But, as we said to each other when we started this, a deal is a deal. I only had to continue on with my search to confirm my suspicions. Following the trail of clothes strewn in the hallway, I came to the end of the foyer. Sounds, intermittent noises came from the back of the house. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I spied a small sliver of light peeking out from under the door to the master bedroom. Shivering with anticipation, I crept silently to the doorway. Pressing my ear to the door I could hear, even feel, motion inside. Reaching for the doorknob, I turned it ever so slowly, easing the door open as I did. A lone candle burned in the corner of the room, casting light randomly about, the shadows moving with the flame. It would take several seconds for my eyes to adjust again but my hearing picked up the sounds immediately, the unmistakable sounds of sex. As my vision became clearer I saw our familiar four-poster bed, draped with sheer white linen to obscure, but not hide, what (and who) was behind. I could discern the outline of a woman kneeling on the bed, her hand grasping at the waist area of a man standing at the other side. As I lifted the linen cover the woman’s outline took shape, became clearer, and I recognized Sandra’s familiar shape and curves. Five foot nine, long brown hair, tits round and firm from recent cosmetic surgery, sculpted ass. Even though she had her backside towards me I would know her anywhere. You get to know every aspect of your wife, being married as long as we had been. Her male friend was vaguely familiar. Tall, muscular, but not overly so. Early 20’s, about half our age. Hidden by the darkness I could barely see him. As recognition came I thought, yes, Sandra had surprised me again. Her choice for tonight was the bartender, Marcus. And a good choice at that. His skin was the color of charcoal, which contrasted sharply with my wife’s pale complexion. And well-endowed. I could tell his cock was big even though Sandra had at least 4 inches of it firmly planted in her mouth with her hand around the rest. Oblivious to my presence, she continued her sucking. As I watched I marveled at her sensuality. My cock got hard as she tilted her head back and took his cock in, not just partway, but all the way down to the base of the shaft. Arriving there she pumped with her lips and tongue, giving him an incredible pleasure that, just watching, took my breath away. Before we made our deal Sandra gave head to be sure, but without really “liking” to do it. Now she was a tigress as she gobbled his engorged chocolate cock like there was no tomorrow. You can tell when a woman likes giving a man head and Sandra liked it…hell, she loved cock now. All kinds, white, black, brown, circumcised or not. Lately I noticed a penchant for black guys with 8 inch, maybe, 9 inch cocks. Well, a deal is a deal. Marcus glanced at me in surprise, not expecting to see me. He began to pull back but I raised a finger to my mouth and made a shushing motion, indicating that he should remain silent. He must have recognized me as a friendly face from the bar because, visibly relieved, he looked back down at my wife and continued receiving from her that magnificent blowjob. I moved silently to the bed, lifted up the linen, climbed on the bed and knelt at my wife’s backside. She still had not observed my presence. Stroking my cock, I brought myself to erection, inserted my cock into her now glistening pussy and began thrusting. Sandra was startled by the addition of a third person to the bed but did not pause or miss a beat. From behind, each pulsing, driving move into her pussy was met with an equal, but opposite movement from her. On the other side, Marcus picked up the motion, moving his hips and cock into her mouth each time I reached a downstroke. It went on like this for some time; maybe a half hour, until Sandra withdrew from me, took Marcus’s hard black cock out of her mouth and beckoned him to lie on his back. He did so and Sandra climbed onto him, inserting his still hardened member into her pussy. Without a sound she leaned forward, looked over her shoulder at me and nodded. I hesitated a moment, then realized what she wanted. I stepped forward and inserted my cock into her ass and, to my surprise; she took it without a hitch. Two cocks! One in her pussy and one in her ass, this was something new. Sandra had definitely been practicing this because she took both our cocks like a veteran. Not long afterward we both withdrew and Sandra motioned me to lay on the bed in the opposite direction from Marcus. She had us turn on our sides until our cocks were almost touching one another. She leaned over us and sucked one cock while stroking the other with her hand. I watched, rapt with fascination, my eyes glued to the spectacle. Light and dark, black and white, Sandra sucked us both to completion. In one mighty surge, both of us came on her face, neck and backside. Sandra squealed in delight as our jism spewed over her. Soon we lay exhausted on the bed. Sandra wiped a stray runner of jism from her mouth and eyes, turned to me and said, “Welcome home, Bill (that’s me). I hope you don’t mind. I may have started without you but I finished with you. Isn’t that what’s important?” Mind? Well, perhaps most men would mind seeing their wife with another man. But not me, and not since we made our deal. Watching my wife fuck and suck other guys was an incredible turn-on! And it wasn’t as if our deal hadn’t let me get my share of exotic babes. As I lay there, my mind raced back to the events of the recent past. How did we get here? To this life of raw, unbridled passion? To answer that for you we have to go back further, to a month ago. A Month Ago Yes, just one month ago. I was leading a staid, suburban life; a wife, two kids, a dog, a pool and a mortgage, with their demands on my attention not necessarily in that order. Off to work at seven, back by seven at night, dinner, help out with homework, the dishes, then fall sound asleep only to start the next day and do it all over again. One day the same as the rest. Except this day would bring a total change in my life. Sandra and I had a 4 P.M. appointment with a Dr. Shaver, who was advertised as a sex therapist. We had jointly decided to visit a professional to see what we could do to re-light the flame that had seemed to go out. We arrived at Dr. Shaver’s office promptly and were ushered into the office by a secretary who told us the doctor would be right with us. Expecting a cross between Dr. Laura and Sigmund Freud I was not to be disappointed when a matronly woman of at least 60 years walked in and introduced herself as Dr. Shaver. She couldn’t have looked dowdier if she had tried. Long dress down to her ankles, gray hair in a bun, and eyeglasses on a strap. How do you talk about sex with your grandmother, I thought? Well, in a few minutes Dr. Shaver’s quiet demeanor had us both open and talking. She led us through a discussion of our marriage and worked her way around to the topic at hand – sex. “Well,” she said, “Let’s play a little game. First, Bill, I want you to write down what you think Sandra wants in her sex life. Then, turning to my wife, Sandra, I want you to write down what you really want.” We wrote for a few minutes and handed our papers to Dr. Shaver. She read each of them without giving away a hint of what we had written. Then, strangely, she asked Sandra to leave the room for a minute. With a quizzical but sly look, she left Dr. Shaver and I alone. What now, I thought? “Bill,” she said, “Whenever I counsel couples, I ask them to write down their sexual expectations. Every so often I find that two people have vastly different ideas of what they need from their partner. Your idea of what Sandra wants is very far removed from hers. Read what you wrote first, out loud”. She handed me one of the papers. I read back what I had written. I told Dr. Shaver that I thought that Sandra wanted what women are supposed to want-cuddling, making out, tender (but unexciting) sex. Then she handed me the paper that Sandra had written. My eyes grew wide as saucers as I read her response. My staid, unexciting wife had written just a few words. But they told volumes. “Go ahead, Bill”, said Dr. Shaver, “Read what Sandra wrote-out loud”. I stammered a few times before I could get it out. Only a few words but powerful ones-enough to make anyone stutter. Here is what she wrote: “I want to experience sex with wanton abandon. I want my husband but I also want other men and their cocks, the more the better, that’s what I want. I hope Bill will give it to me.” Speechless, I could only sit there in stunned surprise until Dr. Shaver broke the silence by saying, “Sometimes the person closest to us is the person we know the least. Did you have any inkling Sandra harbored these desires?” “Absolutely no idea at all”, I said, recovering my composure. “I certainly have fantasies about a more, shall we say, “open” lifestyle but I always thought it was something Sandra would never consider.” With that I sat back in the chair and thought for moment. “What should I do? Dr. Shaver’s response was to the point. “Well, that is totally up to you. Why don’t you try asking Sandra yourself”? And with that Dr. Shaver went outside the room for a minute and came back with Sandra. We both sat together, obviously wondering where to go from here. Dr. Shaver broke the ice. “Sandra”, she said, “Why don’t you tell Bill what you want from him. Go ahead and be honest-just like your words in your note.” Sandra and I looked at each other in a way we had never looked before. No words, just an unspoken understanding passed between us. “Is this what you really want”? I said. “Yes”, said Sandra, “More than anything else. But…only if you are with me…I love you, Bill. No one else but you”. I waited a moment, thinking to myself, this will change our lives forever. But, for better or worse? Who could tell? There was no turning back now. “I understand”, I said. Let’s get on with our lives.” We thanked Dr. Shaver for her help and left. We made a deal, Sandra and I. To help each other fulfill our innermost sexual cravings. No jealousy, no regrets-just total, wanton abandonment. And a deal is a deal. Back to the Night’s Experience Yes, our deal involved mutual satisfaction. And tonight it was for Sandra…and me. Sandra’s night of pleasure was just starting. As she and Marcus dressed she told me that they wanted to continue on with their tryst…back at the bar where Marcus worked. Next: Part 2 of “A Deal Is a Deal”. A Deal Is a Deal Ch. 02 This is Part 2 to my story. After letting Sandra read Part 1 I asked her to give me some notes as to what she would like to read about herself in Part 2. The following is based on her fantasy, which involves her and I with a black man in a threesome. She asked me to inject into the story a fantasy of mine. I told her seeing her with another man, especially one of another race, was a total turn-on and that I would like to add to the story an older woman. She said okay so here goes. Where we left off: Yes, our deal involved mutual satisfaction. And tonight it was for Sandra…and me. Sandra’s night of pleasure was just starting. As she and Marcus dressed she told me that they wanted to continue on with their tryst…back at the bar where Marcus worked. Back to the Bar: As we climbed into our car my thoughts raced. What now? What lay in store for us at the bar? And, most of all, what DID Sandra want? Marcus climbed into the back seat, buckled up and we pulled out of the driveway. On the way to the bar we struck up a conversation and hit it off like two old buddies. We found out that we both were Tampa Bay football fans; both had similar tastes in music and in…women. I guess we had better get along. Both of us had just fucked Sandra and would probably be doing it again very soon. A deal is a deal, I thought to myself. On the ride Sandra reached over, stroked my crotch and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. “Bill, you are wonderful for fulfilling my fantasy,” she said, “It makes me love you all the more.” Her assurances put a damper on any pangs of jealousy I might have felt. To tell you the truth, I was looking forward to what might be ahead for us just as much as Sandra. By the time we arrived at the bar we were carrying on like three good friends out on the town. It was 2:30 AM and the bar was closed but the parking lot was still half full of cars. The windows were masked with curtains but I could see light around the corners of the frames. Taking my arm with her left and Marcus’ arm with her right, Sandra guided us to the front door. She had her outfit back on and god, did she look sexy! Her five-inch “come fuck me” shoes clicked on the pavement and her breasts were absolutely straining to free themselves from her push-up bra. The effect was not lost on either Marcus or I and we each placed an arm on her back and waist, trying to get as close as we could to this glorious woman. As we reached the door to the bar she turned to me placed her arms around my neck and, pressing her body against mine, gave me one of the most passionate kisses I have ever received. I kissed her back, my mouth trailing down her neck to her breasts. From behind, Marcus slipped his dark brown arms around her waist and kissed the back and sides of her neck. My hand went up her mini-skirt and, discovering she had conveniently forgotten to wear panties, I put one of my fingers into her now-moist pussy. Sandra gyrated her body as our ministrations obviously took control over her every sensation. She took one of Marcus’s arms from her waist and guided his hand to her pussy, placing one of his fingers at the top of her pussy on her clitoris while my finger drove in and out of her. In seconds she cried out and her body convulsed with orgasm. We were not even in the front door and we had already started our fantasy night. The sign on the front door said, “Private Party-By Invitation Only”. Now recovered from our passion, the three of us entered. There was a bouncer from the bar at the door and, recognizing Marcus as an employee, ushered us inside without a hitch. Half-expecting a Roman orgy scene, as I looked around the bar I saw…well, a crowd of “normal” people, just like us, talking and enjoying food and drink. A buffet was setup along the side of the room, there was an empty stage with the curtain closed and a dance floor in front of the stage. The women were dressed to kill and the men had that sexual leer in their eyes but otherwise, just a regular group of folks, ages 20’s through 50’s. Marcus left to get drinks for the three of us and Sandra and I found an empty table. The jukebox was playing a loud rock song, an oldie from the 80’s, “You Sexy Thing” by Hot Chocolate, which I instantly thought fit Sandra to a tee. Marcus returned with our drinks and with a friend, a late 40-ish, early-50’s blonde woman who he introduced as Leona. “Bill and Sandra, meet Leona Billingsley, the owner of this bar,” he said. Leona was about 5’ 9” and had that curvaceous figure that women get when they take care of themselves into maturity. I stood, grasped her feminine hand, and, getting the nod from Sandra, asked her to join us. Leona was not as provocatively dressed as Sandra but she was just as sexy and had apparently just squeezed herself into a long evening gown. No bra and plenty of room to see her breasts, right down to the nipples. I found myself growing hard again. So did Sandra as she reached under the table, groped me and mouthed the words “down boy”. I could only smile. As we talked we settled into a nice familiarity, talking about our lives, families and other mundane things. This party was getting rather dull, I thought. Just then, the jukebox began playing a slow song, a real oldie, “Chances Are” by Johnny Mathis. Several couples got up and started to dance. Marcus turned to Sandra and asked her to dance. They got up and went to the dance floor, wrapping themselves together in an ultra-slow waltz. Leona and I turned and watched them on dance floor as it became clear that they were more than simple dance partners. Tilting her head up, Sandra kissed Marcus as they danced and I could see her right hand move to grasp the bulge in his pants as her left caressed his back. “Your wife is very beautiful,” said Leona, “And she is obviously taken with Marcus. Aren’t you worried they might do more than dance and caress each other”? “They already have,” I said. “And it’s okay with you”? Leona inquired. “Sandra and I have a deal. We are committed to each other and to each other’s fantasies and sexual urges”, I said. Another question from Leona. “And she feels the same about you”? “Your fantasies and sexual urges”? “Absolutely”, I said. That was the moment I knew our lives had changed. Sandra and I had made a deal – a deal that went both directions. Silence from Leona for about 30 seconds. I could see she was making up her mind about something. And then she did. “Come on, Bill,” she said, “Dance with me.” I took Leona in my arms and pressed her magnificent breasts against my chest. On the dance floor she looked at me and asked, “Enjoying yourself? You might want to become a regular at our little parties.” “I just might,” I said. “But, tell me something, so far this party seems rather ordinary. Why the privacy and the need to have it after closing”? “Just wait,” Leona said, “We save the best for last.” With that we continued our dance. Holding Leona and feeling her body against mine my cock sprang to attention. This was not lost on Leona. She smiled at me and only clutched me closer to her. As we gazed at each other our faces came closer and closer. Finally, we kissed, longingly and passionately. I felt her tongue enter my mouth and I responded in a like manner. I lost all inhibitions as I fondled her tits while we kissed, over and over. My hands explored the curves of her body, her waist, her ass. I marveled at her curvaceous figure and how well it fit into mine. We were lost in each other, oblivious to the rest of the couples on the dance floor. Our reverie was broken when we bumped into another couple. “Excuse me,” I said, and then it hit me-the other couple was my wife and Marcus. Sandra and I smiled at each other, each of us enjoying our evening to the fullest. Sandra winked at me and drew Marcus to her, kissing him with abandon. I did the same to Leona and we drew apart on the dance floor, lost in our sexual excitement. Just as the heat between Leona and I grew to a climax, the music stopped and we returned to our table. Sandra and Marcus were waiting for us. Sandra leaned over to kiss me as I sat down. I saw out of the corner of my eye Leona do the same to Marcus. “Haaving fun?” Sandra asked, to no one in particular. “Yes”, the three of us answered in unison, which drew laughs from all at the table. Leona looked at her watch. “It is almost 3:30,” she said to Marcus, “Time to get ready for the show.” With that, Marcus excused himself and went behind the stage. I noticed that several of the other employees at the bar did the same. “Leona,” Sandra said, “Are you going to let us in on the night’s entertainment”? “Sure,” Leona said, “We have put together a live sex show, just like you might see in one of the European cities. What makes it so alluring is that the actors often bring members of the audience on the stage with them. Naturally, the audience is restricted to those with discretion.” Sandra and I looked at each other. No backing out now. A deal IS a deal. Next: Part 3 of A Deal Is a Deal. A Deal Is A Deal Ch. 03 This is Part 3 to my story. Part 2 was based on Sandra’s fantasy about us in a threesome with a black man and, mine with an older woman added to the mix. I described the party scene where Sandra, Marcus and I met a new playmate, Leona. I asked Sandra what would turn her on for Part 3. After thinking about it for a while she reminded me of a scene from a porno flick we had watched several years ago where a woman was on her hands and knees on a bed with a number of men around her with their cocks out, the woman sucking each one of them until they came. Searching my memory I remembered that most of the men in that scene were black and I asked Sandra if that was a part of her fantasy, to be serviced by several men of another race. Without hesitation, she said yes. The following is based on her fantasy…with one of mine thrown in for good measure. Where we left off: Leona looked at her watch. “It is almost 3:30,” she said to Marcus, “Time to get ready for the show.” With that, Marcus excused himself and went behind the stage. I noticed that several of the other employees at the bar did the same. “Leona,” Sandra said, “Are you going to let us in on the night’s entertainment”? “Sure,” Leona said, “We have put together a live sex show, just like you might see in one of the European cities. What makes it so alluring is that the actors often bring members of the audience on the stage with them. Naturally, the audience is restricted to those with discretion.” Sandra and I looked at each other. No backing out now. A deal IS a deal. Now:Part 3 Sandra, Leona and I got another round of drinks, this time a large bottle of Dom Perignon. As we waited for the show to begin I looked around the room at the other guests. They had settled in also and all had their attention on the stage. Leona and Sandra were becoming best buddies in the few minutes they had known each other and were whispering to each other in an obvious attempt to keep me from hearing what they were up to. Laughing and giggling in the way that women get when they are sharing a secret, they were almost like two schoolgirls. I could pick-up snippets of their whispers. I heard “….go up there”, “…you won’t believe”, and..the size of them”. “Okay,” I said, “That’s enough secrecy. How about bringing me into your little scheme, whatever it is you are cooking up.” “Just wait until the show starts,” said Sandra, “You’ll get the picture soon enough.” Just then the lights went out and the bar was plunged into darkness. A single light came on from behind us, aimed directly at the center of the stage. It was blue and cast an eerie color to the proceedings. From beneath the table Leona grasped my hand with hers, leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Just watch. You’ll find this incredibly arousing.” The curtain rose, revealing a simple bed draped with white satin sheets. The blue spotlight played across the bed, tinting the entire stage. A dense fog came from the edge of the stage, obscuring but not hiding the view. Music began playing. In another context it would have been corny but Ravel’s “Bolero” was the perfect fit. “Watch closely,” said Leona. From behind the bed, in the dim background, movement. A figure came into view and, as the fog parted, I could discern the outline of a woman’s body. Not tall or short, as her figure became more clearer I could see she was naked. Her most distinguishing characteristic was her hair. Long and flowing, it was straight and reached almost to the back of her knees. I had never seen anyone with such long hair before. As she came into view I could see she was Eurasian, perhaps of partial Thai ancestry. And very beautiful. As she lay on the bed she began to slowly pass her hands over her body, stopping at her breasts and pussy to massage herself. She was an expert at it and very quickly had the entire audience enraptured. As the tempo of the music grew so did her motions and she became visibly aroused. I glanced to my side to see if this was having the same effect on Sandra and Leona as it was on me. Both of them had their eyes riveted on the stage and I could tell that Sandra was getting turned on from the rapid way she was breathing. I leaned over, and pulling her mini-skirt back, began licking her pussy. I could taste her juices and knew that she was on the verge of coming. Watching us without joining in was too much for Leona and she too leaned over and began kissing Sandra’s breasts, lifting them free from her push-up bra so she could tickle Sandra’s nipples with her tongue. Sandra responded willingly, hungrily and we both could feel her climax build. Suddenly she gave out a muffled cry, her back arched in ecstasy, and she shivered with pleasure. Leona and I gave each gave her a kiss. Our attention had been diverted from the stage by Sandra. Just then a collective noise from the audience told us something else was happening. We looked up to see that three male companions had joined the beautiful woman on the stage. Appearing through the mist they joined her, standing around the bed until all of them were visible. “Why that’s Marcus up there”! exclaimed Sandra. Sure enough one of the three men was Marcus, his slim ebony frame prominent on the stage. He was coaxing his cock into erection with his hand. “Yes,” said Leona, “Marcus is one of our performers tonight. One of the other two men is also an employee of the mine. And the third is my husband, David.” The other employee/actor was named James and I recognized him as the bouncer from the door. As dark as Marcus and appearing to be in his early 30’s, he was tall and muscular where Marcus was shorter and more slender. He too was coaxing his cock to life. The third man, who Leona introduced as Roger, her husband, was in his early 50’s. His cock needed no coaxing as it sprang to life. The female performer turned her attentions from herself to the men around her. Slowly, in beat to the music, she performed oral sex on each of the men, taking them into her mouth slowly and languorously. Her long flowing hair waved back and forth as she performed, lending additional sensuality to the view before us. The music quickened in tempo; so did the woman. She was now sucking and stroking Marcus with both hands and her mouth as the other two men reached in and began fondling her breasts and pussy. She turned her attention to James, then David, then back to Marcus. Their eyes riveted on the stage, I stole a glance at Sandra and Leona. Leaning over to Sandra, I touched her pussy with my hand, rubbing in a circular motion, all the while trying to coordinate my actions with the music. Visibly aroused once again, Sandra began to breathe heavily. I leaned over and whispered into Sandra’s ear, “Babe, I know you would like to be the woman up there, being pleased by those three studs.” My words only caused Sandra to breathe harder. On the stage the Eurasian woman was now crouched on her hands and knees as the three men stood around her. Marcus climbed onto the bed and, kneeling behind her, inserted his cock into her pussy. Her head and neck arched as he drove himself all the way into her. With one hand she reached out and took James’ cock into her mouth while David masturbated. As Marcus continued pounding, she switched between James and David. As the music reached a crescendo, Marcus and the woman both climaxed, Marcus erupting great ropes of cum on her backside. She shuddered in obvious pleasure, one long orgasm after another. Then it was James’ and David’s turn. They came on her face and neck until they were spent. Down came the curtain. The room was filled with applause. After the applause died down Sandra asked, “Is there a second act”? “Wait and see,” Leona coyly replied. The curtain went back up and there were the four participants on the stage, now recovered. Marcus had a microphone and said to the crowd, “Thank you for being here tonight. Now it’s time for the audience participation part of the show. Nicole, why don’t you go first.”? The Eurasian woman, whose first name I now knew as Nicole, stepped down off the stage and walked among the audience, teasing the men as she walked. A kiss here, her hand brushing across someone’s chest there, she had everyone eating out of her hand. She stopped in front of one table near the stage, a semicircular both like ours, and reaching down, took the arm of a man sitting there. Drawing him to her, she placed his hands on her buttocks and pulled him to her for a slow, languid kiss. She unbuckled his trousers and bent down, taking his now-exposed cock into her mouth. There were three others in the booth, the man’s female companion and another couple, and they watched in fascination as the scene unfolded. We had forgotten about Marcus, James and David. They stepped down off the stage and also walked among the crowd, obviously looking for an audience member to “play” with. “I wonder who they will choose”? said Leona with a sly grin. I wondered too. Marcus, James and David walked directly to our booth and, without a word, Marcus extended a hand to Sandra. She looked at me, questioning if she should participate. I nodded my consent, willingly. I could tell Sandra was nervous about this but also excited and her excitement overcame any thoughts of exposing herself to the crowd. They led her to the stage. Along with everyone else in the bar, Leona and I settled in to watch. I drew Leona close to me and she slyly unzipped my trousers, took out my cock and began gently massaging me. I became immediately hard, both from her expert ministrations and from the sight on the stage. Sandra was now bathed in the blue spotlight with her three companions around her. They undressed her, slowly, taking great pleasure with their hands and mouths on her body. Sandra became visibly aroused, as did most of the people in the crowd, the sight of Marcus’ and James’ coal-black bodies against her pale skin a stark contrast. They laid her on the bed on her back and James entered her from on top, his muscular body rippling as he plunged inside her. Marcus and David were beside her and began to suck her nipples. Sandra grabbed their cocks and slid her hands up and down the shafts. Leona leaned to me and said, “How do you like your sexy wife now”? I could only nod-my eyes were glued to the stage. “We have a special surprise planned for Sandra,” said Leona, “Watch this.” James dismounted to allow Marcus and David to turn Sandra on her stomach. They positioned her on her hands and knees, facing the audience. A smile passed quickly across her face as she realized what was in store for her. Her three lovers moved in front of her and offered their cocks for her to suck. And suck them she did, taking one then the other deep into her mouth, right down to the base of the shaft. Her actions picked up speed as she switched from one to another. It was Marcus who came first, spewing his hot jism over her face and neck. The James, and finally David took their turns cumming on her. She loved every bit of it as she scooped up great gobs of sperm and smeared it on her breasts and pussy. The crowd erupted in applause. The show over for the night, the crowd began leaving. Leona and I went to the stage to check on Sandra. She was exhausted from her performance and lying on the bed half asleep, covered in hot, sticky cum. We helped her to the car, gently placing her in her seat. I gave Leona a long slow kiss goodbye and drove home. Sandra awakened on the drive only long enough to ask me, “Can we go to the bar, next weekend dear”/ “Sure,” I said. After all, a deal is a deal.