Hot Wife Sara: The Mandingo Party
As promised… a story from the weekend. As Saturday (the night of the Mandingo party) was approaching, it looked like Jeff and I weren’t going to be able to go. The babysitter had plans for Saturday night and even though I begged, she wasn’t budging. I was sulking all Friday and even Saturday morning. I know- so bratty! But, there wasn’t going to be another one for quite a while. I couldn’t miss this one.
Saturday afternoon, around 3, I get a call from Pam (our babysitter) and she says that her sister’s visiting from college and could take care of the kids. I squealed after I hung up and started ransacking the closet for the sexiest, sluttiest, most low-cut thing I could find. After an ungodly long time, I wasn’t satisfied with anything. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands (tee hee). I cut slits across the top half of a green dress (so it looked sort of like Edward Scissorhands had run his hands across the top of my dress) and I put a black corset on underneath the dress, cinched really, really tight. My tits were popping out of the top and my waist was pulled in so tight that my ass looked even juicier than it usually does. Because of the slits, you could see almost every inch of my chest, but the scraps of material left over made it so tantalizing. I slid on my black fishnets and some black thigh-high boots. I even dug into the depths of my naughty make-up stash and found fire engine red lipstick.
Jeff and I jumped into the mini-van and headed over. We got there too early. The party organizer (let’s say his name was Murray), Jeff and I were the only ones there for the first hour. Murray was about 45 with really amazing, built arms and shoulders. He was wearing a robe and I thought I could make out the proportions of a thick, long cock. I was flirting pretty shamelessly with him. At around 11 a bunch of people began trickling into the house. Things were going more slowly than I’d hoped and it wasn’t until after about two glasses of wine and too much small talk that one of the mandingos got undressed. There were about 7 black guys there and about 4 white couples. The guy who got undressed first was my favorite. He had really tight braids, light green eyes and was wearing aviator sunglasses (yumm… I love my men cocky!). I was talking to another couple, but when his boxers came down, his dick was like a tractor beam! I left the conversation without a graceful bow-out or anything. I walked over to where he was and sat down on the sofa arm right next to him. I had even done my sexy walk over to him, but once he started scanning my body with his eyes, I got a crazy flush of embarrassment, and so all I did was sit there. Thankfully, he knew what was going on and asked me if this was my first time at a party like this. When I said yes, he offered to show me the ropes. “Here, why don’t I show you my rope first.†I didn’t even have the time to register how cheesy that line was when he had my hand in his and was guiding it to his uncut semi-erection. He kept his hand over mine and showed me how he liked it stroked. “You’re probably not used to stroking a real big dick like mine.†He looked over at Jeff, who was watching. I looked over at Jeff and licked my lips. Sometimes, when I want to be really naughty, I pretend I’m a porn star with the camera rolling. I can do anything when I feel like I’m a porn star. I switched into p.s. mode, and keeping my eyes on my hubby’s, I reached forward and brought the guy’s dark head to my mouth and outlined my lips with it. It was oozing plenty of pre-cum so it slid around smoothly. Jeff mouthed “slut.†My favorite word!
Eek! I need to run. Time to make some din-din. More later… I promise.
:x,
–S
Sara :: Dec.13.2007 :: Cuckolds, Group Sex & Orgies, Hot Wives, Interracial, Sara, Wife Sharing :: 3 Comments »
