Chapter 9

Charlotte felt very comfortable laying back on Sol, s broad chest with his arms around her waist; although her body was afire with lust and she was extremely turned on she was content just to enjoy the nearness and warmth of her young black lion. She closed her eyes and let her mouth hang open.

She was in her element, relaxed and carefree, ready for some serious fucking. He whispered in her ear and she turned her head so that they could tongue kiss. She loved sucking on Sol, s tongue, the sweetness of it sent shivers all the way down to her toes; when he transferred his mouth to her neck it increased the shivers and she couldn’t help but wriggle her bottom in his lap.

Charlotte took hold of black Sol, s hands and moved them up and on to her breasts. “Squeeze me,” she breathed,””my bubbies need your fingers on them.” The hot, adulterous young wife moaned as she felt her nipples being pinched. ‘How she adored the pain pleasure that radiated from her bosom.’

“Harder,” she gasped, “pinch them harder, oohhh, oohh! lovely, lovely, aaahhh,” and as she luxuriated in the intense feeling she shook with a small climax. “My!,” chuckled Sol,”you are turned on.”

Just at that moment Charlotte gave another little jump, startled by feeling warm hands stroking up her thighs. Opening her eyes she saw a second black sitting in front and leaning over her. His fingers were working magic on her skin and as they rose higher towards her panty covered pussy she couldn’t help but hunch forward and let her legs fall open allowing the searching fingers full access to her leaking vagina.

When his finger tip came into contact with her throbbing clitoris she jerked and then pushed back at the invading digit, the more, to get greater pressure on her pearl.

She noticed Sol, s fingers fumbling at the top of her dress and then felt the air around her shoulders as the dress fell forward exposing her pale blue bra. The young black, s hands came round to her front, travelled up her body, took hold of the flimsy garment and dragged it up and away from her breasts leaving them naked and free, the nipples crinkling with their new found freedom

Charlotte blushed as Sol, s hands came down, palms open, and brushed lightly over the fat, pulsing tips. Up and down went his flat hands bestowing feathery caresses on her aching nipples. Then his hands were underneath the delectable flesh offering her titties up so that his black partner in crime could fasten his sucking mouth around each burgeoning mound.

Steven, s wife cried out, shamelessly, “bite me, please, use your teeth,”she urged,” I love it, go on do it, do it.” The slurping young black did as he was told and fastened his white teeth delicately round the aching nipple. Charlotte put her hands on the back of his head and pressed him to her hot flesh.

She sighed heavily as the black lothario gradually increased the force of his biting, until the ravenous young wife felt the thin pain, just as if a fine needle was being inserted.

“This is sheer heaven,” she sighed. Then, abruptly, teeth and hands were disappointingly removed from her trembling flesh. Charlotte turned her head to see Salome, the hostess, whispering in Sol, s ear.

Her black lover turned to the cheating young wife, “Salome asks, would we like to take these goings on upto one of the private rooms.

Apparently our loving is upsetting the other customers. Would you like that?” he asked, grinning. “What about your husband will he be alright with it, especially if he watches you disappear?”

Charlotte gasped, for truth, she, d forgotten all about her husband. What with her body receiving the attention of her two blacks and her dreaming of more intimate action she had completely forgotten where she was and who she was with. “Poor Steven,” she pondered. “What is he feeling.”

But her misgivings soon vanished; she remembered his last words about enjoying herself, ‘even so’ she mused, ‘I, m sure he would love to watch me enjoying myself. Ah well, perhaps next time, I hope there, ll be a next time,’she smiled to herself.

“Well,” inquired Sol, “will he be alright.” “Yes,” respond Charlotte, laughing, “take me away and have your wicked way with me, I, ll tell hubby all about it later.”

Charlotte, Dorothy and the four blacks strolled down the far aisle and vanished through the door on the right of the stage. Steven watched them disappear, ruing the idea that he wouldn’t be seeing his lovely wife enjoying the sexual antics of her black lovers, that is, until Salome the hostess hovered over the excited husbands.