Journey to Another Life Ch. 04

Nikki strolled the aisles, pursing her lips in deep thought as the titles flashed by. How could one really tell whether Blonde in Heat would be any more intriguing than Maid's Day Off or Alice in the Penis Patch? At first, she hesitated to pick up the DVD cases to read more?despite her open-mindedness around sex, she'd never selected porn in a video store before. It seemed very telling to handle a DVD case, for that alerted anybody nearby to what you were into, and although she was open-minded, she was also private. She eyed the man a few feet away from her. She got the feeling that if she picked up a DVD to read the back of it, he'd find a way to initiate a conversation about the film, a prospect that did not encourage leisurely shopping. Nevertheless, she had to choose something and if there were one thing she knew how to do, it was shop. She came into the place for a reason and did not intend to leave empty-handed. She'd quickly discerned that the store was divided into fetishes: big boobs, asses, dominance and submission, and a row with stuff that looked downright satanic. Naughty wife movies were mixed into every genre, which complicated her search. Eventually, however, she found a section that classified films by their director. Cameron Grant and Andrew Blake seemed good choices?the covers featured beautiful women dressed in elegant but sexy clothing, unlike most of the others with their genitalia and grimaces to suggest what the viewer was in for. Other directors looked good, too, and within a couple of minutes, she'd chosen two films: Everybody Loves Ramona and While He Was Out. As she paid for the DVDs, she did a few mental calculations to determine how much time she had to preview the films before she'd next see Ed, but then decided that it would be best to watch them as he would?fresh and ready for anything. When they returned from a fabulous dinner at the new restaurant in midtown Nikki had been wanting to try, Ed couldn't hold his question any longer. "What the heck is in that bag?" She laughed and tossed her chic leather satchel on a nearby chair. "Whatever do you mean?" She feigned confusion. "I mean, young lady, that you rarely carry a purse bigger than your hand, especially when we go out to dinner. What's up?" She bent over the bag to retrieve something from it. "Oh, you'll see." She quickly opened the case of Everybody Loves Ramona and withdrew the disk. Smiling at Ed, she slipped it into the DVD player, kicked off her shoes, and curled up on the sofa. "I thought we'd watch a movie this evening," she purred. A movie? Since when was Nikki a film buff? "Really? Which one?" He asked, disappointed but willing to indulge her. "Why don't you just sit down next to me and find out?" When the title appeared on the screen, Ed laughed out loud. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" She grinned at him and winked. "And hope to be for the rest of our lives." He finally sat down next to her, already feeling the familiar tingle of desire at his crotch. She wore a bronze and cream paisley print mini dress and as she sat with her feet grazing the backs of her thighs, a fetching glimpse of firm derriere was exposed. He sat to her right, the direction in which her body was turned. The dress was long-sleeved but low-cut and she wore no bra. Although her hair was up in a large comb, several locks hung loose, suggesting that unleashing it all would be a simple matter. She stared at the screen, pretending that what was there riveted her. After several minutes of feeling his stare, however, she turned to him with a crooked smile. "Are you going to watch me or the film?" "I'm not sure yet." "Ugh!" she said, exaggerating her frustration. But she smiled and snuggled up closer to him. "Come on, now. Let's watch." The first scene opened with a tall, Nordic-looking deliveryman carrying a package up the well-manicured walk of stately, suburban home in a wealthy neighborhood. "I'll bet he's going to deliver more than one package," Ed said under his breath. "Ssshhhhh!" A busty, attractive brunette opened the door to greet the deliveryman. She wore an apron to indicate her housewifery but that's where the identification stopped. Her tight midriff top in luminous white held her large breasts firm and encouraged her hard nipples outward. Her tiny skirt was shorter that her apron?upon which was printed in happy red cursive, "What's cookin'?"?and her clunky high heels made her posture just impudent enough to evoke a look of surprise from the deliveryman. "Package for a Ramona Sherman," he said, eying the housewife up and down as if he'd never seen such luscious womanhood on his route before. "Well, that's me! Come on in. I just baked some cookies!" The deliveryman paused but then sniffed the air with a delighted smile and stepped over the threshold. As Ramona chattered on about the kind of cookies that were baking, the camera focused on her shapely ass, following it like the deliveryman's eyes undoubtedly were. When the couple arrived in the large, upscale kitchen, she waved him into a nearby seat at the kitchen table and as he took it, he placed the package on the table. "Now, then," she said as she bent to open the oven door. "Let's see how they're coming along. I always bake when my cook has the day off. My cookies bring all kinds of people to the house, which is good because I get so lonely during the day. My husband's always telling me to keep busy." She slid the pan of cookies toward her and examined them. Meanwhile, the blonde deliveryman examined her upturned ass. Her cheeks were bare?no panties?and as she appraised her cookies, she wiggled her ass from side to side in contemplation. Her pussy lips, shaved and swollen, beckoned. The camera moved in on her, simulating the deliveryman's perspective. Another camera angle showed the deliveryman face first between the housewife's ass cheeks as he ran his palms over her hips and thighs. The housewife was, of course, not surprised in the least by this outburst of appreciation, and remained bent over, even as she withdrew the cookies and closed the oven door. She used the range top as a place to rest her hands while the deliveryman sampled her private taste treats. "Is this how you'll spend your time once we're married?" Ed asked, chuckling. "Not unless you want me to," Nikki replied. She tried to read his thoughts. Was he at all turned on by the idea of a wife filling her days with an endless stream of male visitors? "I've never seen you bake." "But I can learn. It looks like fun!" The deliveryman ate the housewife's cunt for several minutes as the camera caught every flick of his tongue. Ed didn't draw any attention to his hard-on but neither did he try to hide it. He wanted to see what Nikki had in mind by asking him to watch the film. Normally, Nikki was the main attraction and certainly always the primary seductress. Why she would direct his attention to another woman on this evening perplexed him, but he was willing to wait to find out more. "Do you like the movie?" Nikki asked him in between nibbles at his ear. "Well, it's definitely unexpected," he said. Nikki slipped her hand between his legs. "Sometimes surprises can be fun," she observed, stroking the length of his swollen cock. Their mouths met in the kind of slow, languid kissing that drove him wild. Nikki knew how to kiss to communicate such a multitude of plans, ideas, and moods?and it always took him some time to figure out what those were, but it was time well spent, he'd always found. Tonight, her warmth flowed freely, as it always did, but he wasn't picking up any specific signals or commands. He'd never known her to be so ... receptive. Tonight her pliant body and full lips absorbed his energy and sent back only an acknowledgement rather than a counter-signal. Not that he minded this new approach, but its genesis confounded him. They continued watching the film, kissing and nuzzling throughout, using each other to indicate bored or aroused reactions to the on-screen activities. The gardener watched as the disheveled deliveryman got back in his truck, sans package. When the truck rolled away and was out of sight, the gardener, a youthful Pacific Islander with a wide body and firm step, strode up to the back door and knocked. The housewife quickly finished reapplying her lipstick and did a final check of her slighty askew hair before answering the door. Her formality was somewhat ridiculous, given that he'd knocked on the metal part of the screen door and could see her making her final reparations through the screen portion. He watched her hungrily, with wide eyes that didn't even attempt to hide his desire. "Your cookies smell good, Miz Ramona," he said through the screen. "Why, thank you, Armando. Would you like some?" "Oh yes, ma'am!" She opened the door to admit him, arching her back slightly so that her breasts made his passage more challenging. Awkward but excited, he brushed against them as he tried to get by her. When he was in the kitchen, Ramona invited him to sit in the same spot where the deliveryman had received his treats (which, by the way, had included more than just oral sex). This time, however, she didn't bend over to check the oven. Instead, she stood very close to the trembling gardener, effortlessly wielding her spatula to remove her now-cool cookies from the baking sheet. As she leaned toward the table to accomplish her task, her sizable breast pressed against Armando's temple. "Oh, I shouldn't have let these cool here on the sheet," she said. "Now they'll be all dry and crumbly." "Did the deliveryman try your cookies?" Armando blurted out. "Why, yes. He did. He seemed to like them." Armando looked so crestfallen, even Ramona took notice. "Don't worry, honey. I never give all my cookies to one person." With her free hand, she raised her top to expose one perfect breast. The gardener was so disoriented and thrilled by this turn of events?even though the viewer was led to believe that it was not the first time he'd enjoyed her cookies?that he was unable to control himself and immediately took the breast in both hands, aimed the prodigious nipple with its ample areole at his face, and took it to his lips. Ramona let him suck while she swung one long leg over his lap and straddled him as she unzipped his trousers. A cock so thick and unearthly in its hardness emerged and the camera stayed on its deep mocha-colored shaft as her fingers caressed it. Armando sucked at her tit like it might give him the strength to keep from coming right then and there. Ramona rode him hard, jiggling her full, soft breasts without a moment's pause. The expression on her face was one of utter control and absolute power. Unlike the scene where the deliveryman pumped her relentlessly, here she was clearly the one calling the shots, taking the smitten gardener from uncertain servant to seduced employee in less than sixty seconds. "Would you ever screw the help, sweetheart?" Ed asked Nikki. "If they deserved it, I would." "Would you do it as punishment or reward?" "A good employer instinctively knows how to get the best from every employee," Nikki told him, now so full of mischief that Ed was practically beside himself with curiosity. Ed and Nikki sniggered and guffawed as the movie progressed. Ramona was next greeted by the school principal, a swarthy man who looked like he might have been more comfortable before an adding machine than a voluptuous seductress. But Ramona made quick work of him (after leaving the gardener in a spastic but satisfied state), producing a cake that apparently baked itself off camera and feeding it to him just before she offered herself as the next course. The principal had a rather surprising appetite, making loud slurping sounds as he devoured Ramona's dripping snatch. "Oh, finish me off fast, baby!" Ramona whispered with more than a little urgency. "I see the PTA coming up the street!" The principal brought her to a staggering climax but clutched his bereft but meaty member to emphasize its overlooked need. Ramona pouted as if she wished there were time to tend to him, but shooed him into the closet so that she could entertain the three ladies who next made their way to her front door. The three women, all dressed in sporty but refined attire, were roughly Ramona's age. They didn't regard her slutty outfit with any derision whatsoever, which only added to the comic situation. The principal watched through a peephole in the closet, which is where the camera resided while the ladies greeted Ramona and took their seats on her Biedermeier sofa and coordinating chairs. "Oh, are we interrupting anything?" The tallest one, a blonde, inquired, nodding toward the half-eaten cake. "No, no. I had just given a little to my gardener. He works so hard, you know." "Oh, yes. And you're so wise to reward the little people, Ramona. They remember the kindness," added the stuffy brunette, whose limpid eyes were the epitome of privilege. "I hope so," Ramona said, smiling sweetly. "And I'm sure he'll remember your cookies!" said the petite redhead, who was bold enough to make and keep eye contact with Ramona. "I do wonder, though, Ramona, about the extra loyalty you must get with a body like yours." The other two women looked from Ramona to the redhead and back again, silenced by the redhead's directness. The camera switched to the closet, where the principal's mouth was agape at the direction of the conversation. He held his cock in his hand and stroked it absently but rhythmically. "Kimberly, you flatter me. I can't imagine that my body would inspire any more loyalty than my cookies. Or my cakes, for that matter." "Well, I only meant that if given a choice between licking chocolate off your baking spoon or licking juice out of your pussy, I'd prefer the latter." The brunette gasped and the blonde's eyebrows shot up. Ramona grinned slowly and walked over to Kimberly. Her crotch was level with the small redhead's face, so she thrust her hips out slightly to move her hemline closer to Kimberly's mouth. "I would be a fool not to offer you what you prefer, then, wouldn't I?" Kimberly lifted Ramona's skirt, pulled her mons up and her labia apart, then tongued Ramona's clit. Ramona responded by grabbing overflowing handfuls of her own tits, squeezing and kneading and tweaking her nipples as Kimberly went to town on her twat. The other two women stared in amazement. The blonde, never taking her eyes off the munching Kimberly, stood and stepped out of her pants. The brunette, licking her lips, struggled between being appalled and driven to participate. The blonde solved her dilemma by offering her snatch to the brunette so the two of them could emulate what Ramona and Kimberly were doing. Nikki looked over at Ed without turning her head. She'd never known a man who didn't get incredibly turned on by watching lesbian sex. Sure enough, Ed was no exception. For the first time since the movie started, his gaze was fixed on the screen. Nikki toyed with the idea of moving his hand to her pussy to have him play with it while he watched the women. As she considered her options, he felt her stare and turned to her. "Okay, so I like this. Who wouldn't?" She laughed. "It's okay! I think it's hot, too." And she did. So much so that she decided Ed's fingers in her slippery cunt would be simply perfect. She guided his hand there as she shifted her position so she could better open her legs. Ed was only too happy to oblige. When his fingers discovered how sopping wet she was, he briefly considered putting the lesbians on "pause," but Nikki seemed to be creaming in response to them, so he didn't want to interrupt that. They chuckled as the poor principal beat his meat furiously and spewed come all over the expensive garments that hung in the closet where he hid. As Ed pushed two fingers into his fiancée, the lesbians formed a daisy chain where fingers and mouths explored crevices and folds. Ed couldn't recall if he'd ever seen so much pussy eating on screen but decided that he quite liked it as an occasional diversion. "I didn't know you were into women," Ed said, surprised by how raspy his voice had become. "You're so silly. I'm into anything where the action is hot!" He massaged her tumescent clit while he wiggled his fingers inside her. "I am silly to have forgotten that." "I could also say that I didn't know you were into lesbians." "I'm not." "See my point?" He grinned. The sound of his fingers between her legs reminded him of a dog at a water bowl. "Have you ever been with a woman?" He asked, eager to replace a couple of the women in the movie with Nikki's image. "Yes, but it wasn't a group like this. I'm a one-woman woman!" "And a one-woman man." "Definitely." "Do you want to keep watching?" he asked, ready for whatever she might tell him. "Sure, why not? I'm starting to enjoy discovering who will love Ramona next." Ed laughed and nodded. "I confess it's getting addictive. I wonder how a movie like this can end." The lesbians ate themselves into a stupor. Their finely applied cosmetics were smeared with pussy juice and their expensive hairstyles bore little resemblance to their former perfection. One of them mumbled something about Ramona attending the next meeting and when they could all stand, they filed out of the house on unsteady legs. The principal tumbled out of the closet at their departure and begged Ramona to sit on his face so he could taste her. A beleaguered but game Ramona did his bidding and ground her cunt into his doughy face while she beat him off with a somewhat bored expression on her face. Finally, he'd gotten his release, got dressed, stuffed another piece of cake in his mouth, and left. "I'd worry about my kids if they went to a school where he was the principal," Ed commented, still pumping Nikki with his fingers. Nikki ignored his comment?she had an idea suddenly. "Ed, work your cock like the principal just did. I want to watch." He almost pointed out that using one hand to pleasure her and the other to please himself might actually distract him from the movie, but then decided that he liked the challenge. He extracted his aching cock from his pants and proceeded to give it the second most desirable thing it craved. Nikki adored watching his hand work his dick almost as much as she liked working it herself. Observing the subtle but widely varied differences in the way men jerked off had always fascinated her, but there was something even more erotic about watching Ed. Maybe because she loved him or maybe because he simply turned her on so much?either way, being witness to his private methods of exciting himself made her wetter than ever. As the principal followed the walk away from the house to get to his car, he passed two large, handsome black men in tradesmen uniforms. He paused after they walked by and turned around, as if considering apprehending or following them. But then he shrugged and continued on to his car. Ramona greeted them in her most cordial voice, although there was an unmistakably satisfied drawl to it. Despite how mussed and slightly tired she was, she remained dewy and irrepressible. "How can I help you gentlemen? Don't tell me you're here for cookies, too!" "Uh, no, ma'am," said the one whose uniform identified him as Wilbur. "But if you got 'em, I don't suppose we'll refuse 'em." He smiled to reveal a set of stunning white teeth. His skin gleamed with health. "We understand your oven's got some problems," said the other, whose embroidered name read "Sam." He was impossibly good-looking, and slightly taller than Wilbur. "We've come to fix it, if we can." Both men were smiling at Ramona without a hint of malice or ill will. They were the most cheerful repairmen one could ever wish to see. "But there's nothing wrong with my oven! I've used it several times today. In fact, come on in and I'll give you a taste of what it baked today!" She stepped aside to let them in, and as she had with Armando, she positioned herself to make contact with her formidable breasts unavoidable. Neither of these men was shy, however, and took their time getting by her, relishing the seconds of not-so-stolen brushes against her tits. The kitchen was a veritable bakery. Cookies were piled on plates and still sitting on baking sheets. Three different cakes in various stages of completeness sat in different spots on the countertops. "Ramona is incredible," Nikki giggled. "She can bake while she fucks!" "I'll bet she's got elves," Ed offered. "Probably pays them in pussy." "Better than a union, huh?" Ed laughed and looked at Nikki. "Nobody's got any grievances, I'd wager." "Well, ma'am, I don't know what to tell you. We're just responding to a call from your husband. He said your oven needed fixin." Wilbur surveyed the room, confused and concerned. "Oh, did he? That's so strange. Maybe he knows something I don't, but really, it looks like you may have come all the way out here for nothing. At least help yourself to some treats!" She picked up a cookie and fed it to Wilbur, pressing herself against him as he chewed. Sam watched, grinned, and then spoke. "What about me?" "Come here and I'll feed you, too, sweetheart." They made an Oreo of Ramona, flanking her as they chewed her chocolate chip cookies. Their big, black hands roamed over her well-traveled curves. Ramona did not struggle in the slightest as they stripped her of her clothing, ripped off their own, and helped themselves to her heavy tits and firm ass. She took a cock in each hand and the camera presented a montage of body parts, white and black, being caressed, fondled, squeezed, and groped. A sporty, brand new BMW pulled into the driveway and the occupant, a thirty-something executive with a confident air and impeccably tailored suit, strode to the back of the house. When he approached the back screen door, however, he slowed to silence his footsteps against the flagstone path. With careful stealth, he peered into the kitchen and smiled with satisfaction as he took in the scene within. Nikki's juices now coated all his fingers and most of his palm. Her pussy lips had passed from pink to rosy, and her aroma filled the room. As he slid his fingers in and out of her, cream seeped out of her hole and dripped a bit along her labia down to her asshole and spread outward toward her thighs. She was succulent, ready. He loved her wanton like this, with her cunt juicing and legs apart while still wearing the same clothing she wore at dinner. His little harlot?the private vixen that fulfilled every fantasy he'd ever had. Her breaths came in shorter exhalations and her hips moved forward and back to make the most of his finger fucking. Her eyes, however, had moved from their fixation on his cock to the television screen. He glanced briefly at the two black men with the top-heavy white woman but was drawn immediately back to the sight of his sexy, wanton Nikki. He was too close to coming and didn't want to waste what he had. "Babe, I need to fuck you. How about doggie style?" She turned to him and her eyes lit up. Nodding, she moved to the floor, facing the television and offering her ass to him. He skewered her quickly, smoothing her glorious ass cheeks in his hands as he pushed himself into her heat. Ramona accommodated Sam, who was thicker than one might expect, up her pussy as soon as she was laid out on the kitchen table. Sam draped her legs over his shoulders and held them to intensify each slam against her. Wilbur stood by her side and slid his long rod into her mouth. His length nearly gagged her but he didn't stop to see whether she was choking. Instead, he grabbed her nearest tit and shook it like he hoped he could remove it. He was mesmerized by how it jiggled and stared at it intently, even to the exclusion of watching his cock disappear into Ramona's mouth. As Nikki took the hard pounding at her backside, she watched Ramona with great interest. The woman's mouth full of black dick, her pussy crammed with thick black meat?it was fantastic! The man watching through the screen door, who appeared to be Ramona's husband, gaped at the men who were so thoroughly delivering as much pleasure as they were imparting. As he stared, his fist pumped away at his cock. He obviously had no interest in interrupting the scene that the audience was now figuring out he'd been responsible for planning. Sam winced, indicating an imminent eruption, and pulled out just before he spurted a heavy, gooey load all over Ramona's writhing torso. His release gave Wilbur permission to follow suit, and he let fly with streaks of jizz that decorated Ramona's hair, cheeks, and neck. Ramona loved being covered with come so much that she shouted out an orgasm loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Nikki came when Ramona did?and just as hard. She reared up like a wild mare as Ed rammed her. The intensity of her orgasm triggered Ed's and soon the two of them were shouting and bucking like animals. Neither of them realized it, but the credits had begun to roll, thereby answering Ed's question about how the movie might end. They lay on the carpet, facing each other, grinning and covered with the thinnest sheen of happiness. "Did you like the movie?" Nikki asked softly as she traced the outline of his lips. "It was fun," he said, chuckling. "What did you think of Ramona?" Ed found Nikki's line of questioning bizarre. "I'm not sure I understand your question. She was a bimbo, but a likeable one." "But didn't it turn you on to watch a housewife take on so many men? Come on. You can tell me you liked it." Ed chuckled. "It's an entertaining idea for a movie. In real life, I'd hate it if my wife behaved that way. Or slept with other men." "Would you?" "Nik, you know I would. But you, on the other hand, seemed to like the movie quite a lot!" She laughed and blushed slightly. "You don't have to worry. I'd never behave like Ramona. I like the flirting but not the follow-through. I'd only do it if I thought it turned you on. I think you know I prefer to be a one-woman man." "Or one-woman woman." "Oh, stop! I tried a threesome once. Didn't like it. I get off on relationships, not fuck buddies." "Do tell! My dear, you never cease to amaze me." "Oh, there's not that much to tell," she said, rolling onto her back to face the ceiling. "There was a guy I had a crush on in college but we didn't get together until after we graduated. I ran into him one night when he was out with a buddy of his. We ended up drinking a few too many together and before I really knew what was happening, they were both fucking me." "Holy shit." "It was hot, yes." She smiled as she turned to look at Ed. "A fantasy fulfilled, you might say." "Did you do what Ramona did?" "Actually, yes. One guy fucked my mouth and the other one was behind me, up my pussy." To Ed's surprise, jealousy didn't surge through him. Just picturing his sex kitten with two men stirred every libidinous bone in his body. More than anything, he felt excitement. "How does it feel to have two men?" He asked her, already noticing the stirring of his cock. "It feels great!" She smiled broadly. "I felt like a total sex object, but a really powerful one. It's a strange feeling. But it was complicated because I liked the one guy so much. We never did it again and eventually, I dated that guy for a while. I really wanted to just be his girlfriend rather than a plaything he could share with others." Ed's hand moved to her muff and slowly insinuated itself into her slippery folds. "I'm thinking you were also turned on by the two black guys tonight. I know how much you like them!" Nikki's color deepened further. "Oh, man. I have to say, that scene did turn me on. Was it that noticeable?" She looked at him with concern in her eyes. She didn't like to be so easily read, even by Ed. He winked at her. "Oh, yes. You might say that. I'm complaining, though. When you get that turned on, I go into overdrive." "Did you wish it was me with those black guys?" "No, baby. Fantasy is one thing, but reality is another." "Are you sure?" Her eyes sparkled. "Of course I'm sure. Why do you look like the cat that ate the canary?" "Well, I have a confession to make," she said. Contrition was written all over face but so was challenge. "I found your collection of erotic stories on your computer." He withdrew his hand from her snatch. "You found them? How did that happen?" Her admission irritated him. It wasn't like her to snoop and he felt violated, somehow. "I didn't go looking for them, I promise. I needed to make a notation to the wedding planner one night while I was here and I just stumbled on them. I hope you're not mad at me." Ed frowned. "Well, let's just say I'm not happy with you. I could never be mad at you." "That's good. I read a few of them. They all seem to be about naughty wives, yet you say that it's only a fantasy for you. I'm starting to think it's more than a fantasy!" She smiled widely at him, eyes alight with mischief. He had to smile at her enthusiasm. "I like that fantasy, yes. But for me, trust me when I tell you it's firmly relegated to fantasy and doesn't infringe on reality at all. I would never ask you to be a naughty wife, nor would I want you to be one." "Okay," she said, relief evident in her voice. "I won't bring it up again." "Oh, I somehow doubt that!" She laughed. "But really, you do have a lot of those stories! Are you sure you want it to stay a fantasy?" Exasperated, he replied, "No, I'm not sure and I don't know if I ever want to find out if I'm sure!" They both laughed, aware that new sexual ground had been broken. "Well," Nikki said as she moved his hand back to the spot between her legs, "if you ever change your mind and want me to get it on with a couple of black guys, make sure you've got them lined up first so we don't waste any time!" "Oh you!" He said, removing his hand and mounting her. His cock was hard again and it longed to be inside her. The idea of presenting her with two black studs had never occurred to him until now?and it did not disgust him as much as he suspected it might. And despite her teasing, he sensed that her willingness to "please him" by taking on the two men had just as much to do with pleasing herself. And as he emptied himself into her for the second time that night, he pictured her moaning at the hands of two?or three?well-endowed black men. The thought pushed him to orgasm at lightning speed. "I enjoyed myself last night," Nikki said as she dressed the next morning. "Me, too," Ed said, meaning it. "You know, if you ever want to discuss any sexual problems or fantasies with me, I hope you'll always feel comfortable about it. You never have to be shy or afraid with me." "I know, baby. I'm not, don't worry. I hope you'll do the same." "You know I will," she said, winking at him. She stood up, dressed in jeans and a close-fitting henley-style shirt that accentuated her figure. "Now, then. We've got one weekend left to plan this wedding, and I think you know what that means." He sighed. "More shopping?" "You're going to make an excellent husband," she said, laughing as she embraced him. The show at the Cigar Club was progressing nicely. Gorgeous women with endowments both real and enhanced shook, shimmied, slid, and slithered around the club, concentrating more on Ed, the groom-to-be, than the other men in the party. Sexy as they were, none of them measured up to Nikki, but that didn't prevent him from enjoying the spectacle. The Cigar Club was an upscale strip joint, which basically meant that men weren't allowed to jack off and the performers didn't look all used up. The "no touching" rule was strictly enforced but the lap dances were plentiful. Ed had as much fun watching the titillation among his buddies as he did admiring the women. "Whoa, if that doesn't make Ed change his mind about getting married, nothing will!" Pete Sinclair called out when an exceptionally top-heavy brunette vixen undulated just inches from Ed's face while she straddled him. Pete was the only bachelor in the group and from his reactions, Ed guessed it had been a while since Pete had been with a woman. He chuckled at Pete's excitement and continued to enjoy the brunette's attentions, but truth be told, he wanted to check the time?he was eager to meet up with Nikki's bachelorette party for the "mixed" strip club party that awaited them. Despite everyone's enthusiasm, after an hour or so of gyrating bellies and jiggling butt cheeks, Ed raised his beer glass to make an announcement. "All right, guys. This has been great. You really know how to make a guy feel loved." Hoots and hollers flew back at him. The woman nearest him shook her tits at him and winked. "But I'm dying to see what the women are doing. What do you say we head over to the Sailor's Paradise and surprise them?" The group had had enough to drink to make them compliant and so, within minutes, the small group of men departed the Cigar Club, hot on the trail of aroused females at the Sailor's Paradise. "I'm sorry, there's a private party going on. I'm afraid I can't let you in," said the officious maitre d' at Sailor's Paradise. "Hey buddy, he's marrying the woman the party's for," Pete advised the man. "I think you can break your rules this time." Ed raised a hand to indicate that Pete didn't need to speak up on his behalf. Then he asked for a word with the maitre d' and the two men stepped away from the group. "It would mean a lot to me if you could find some way for me to see what's going on at that party," Ed said, stuffing a $100 bill in the surprised man's hand. "I don't have to be in the room, you understand. Perhaps some kind of closed circuit camera...?" Ed knew there were always security cameras at these places. "Oh. Yes. Thank you, sir. Well, I think we could arrange something. Would you like your whole party to see what's going on inside?" "No, no. That won't be necessary. Just keep them liquored up out here and take me to where I can view the bachelorette party privately." The maitre d' not only took him to the security booth, he brought him a tall beer and got rid of the security monitor whose job it was to keep an eye on the party. Ed settled into the warm chair the monitor had just vacated and focused on the black and white images on the screen. About 25 women clustered in various groups, some standing, some sitting, about the room as a powerfully built black man traveled among them. He wore the tiniest piece of fabric at his crotch but it was clear that it strained to keep the monstrous erection inside it. The man's ebony skin shone as if he were oiled up, Ed noticed. His over-developed muscles, which he moved with flawless precision, gleamed as he danced. He exceeded the six-foot mark by several inches. Ed wanted to hear what was going on, so he scanned the panel for a volume button and found it. The security monitor had muted everything and who could blame him? He probably had to sit through at least one of these hen parties every night. When Ed switched the sound on, he heard the pulsating rhythm of dance club music and the squeals and shouts of frenzied women. Nikki, goaded by her friends and unquestionably a bit tipsy, approached the stripper and started dancing with him. The women applauded and called out more encouragement to Nikki, who didn't seem to need much. She faced the big, black stripper and got as close as she could while both bodies expressed as much sexual intent as could be mustered in a public place. The stripper, never taking his eyes off Nikki, unsnapped the tenuous string that held his thong together. The enormous snake he let loose sent a gasp through the audience, and a couple of Nikki's friends pulled her away, as if to protect her from the danger it posed. The stripper's expression morphed from naughty to challenging?he didn't have to look at his crotch to know that what he'd unleashed inspired as much awe as respect. He stood on the edge of the stage but Nikki was now back on the floor with the rest of the party. The sight of the black man's formidable, half-erect cock seemed to push Nikki to new heights of interest, for as the man swung it forward, she pretended to crane her neck as if to kiss it. The cock swung a few more times, the women hooted louder, and then, to Ed's great dismay, Nikki finally planted the slightest little kiss on the tip of it. The black man's face erupted in a giant smile as Nikki then pushed him away playfully. Her friends clapped and laughed, and although Ed was not in the room with them, he felt the embarrassment shared among some of the women, who knew that what Nikki had done went beyond the bounds of propriety, even in a strip club at a bachelorette party. Instinctively, Ed swallowed a long swig of beer, appalled to find himself rock hard and a little short of breath. His fiancée had kissed a huge, black cock. In public. In front of people who knew her. He desperately wanted to whack off and hated himself for it. Instead, he took a few deep breaths and tried to think about something else. He muted the sound on the screen, and turned away. He couldn't quite get up yet because his erection was so insistent, it limited his mobility. Anyway, he couldn't let the maitre d' or his buddies see him this way. He thought about the pending deals he had going on, about his favorite sports teams, and about the landscaping work he needed to do on his beach house. When these details eased out the vivid memory of Nikki's lips on the black dick, he left the booth and rejoined his party in the VIP lounge. Minutes after he joined them, Nikki's party emerged from the private party room and mingled with the men. Nikki went right up to Ed, only slightly unsteady. "Hey, baby!" She said, kissing his mouth with the same lips that had grazed the black stud. "Hi, there," Ed answered. Her strange aura, he realized, was only partially the result of excessive alcohol. Could she actually have regrets about what she'd done at her party? "Been here long?" She asked. She slipped an arm around him and insinuated her breasts into his rib cage. "A little while. I missed you so we came early." "Oh, that's sweet!" She kissed him again, but didn't make as much eye contact as she normally might. "Do you need to sit down, sweetheart?" "Yeah, I think I do. Too many Cosmopolitans!" She and her friends loved that damn pink drink, he thought to himself as he escorted her to a small table away from the crowd. When she was comfortably seated, he pulled out a chair across from her. "Have a good time?" he asked, now finding her sheepishness quite charming. "Oh, yes. Great dancer," she said, looking around the room and focusing on nothing. "Really." "Yeah. Definitely professional." "And very black." Her eyes widened. "How did you know that?" "I bribed the management to let me eavesdrop." He smiled, happy that they had the kind of relationship where he could admit his voyeurism. "What did you see, exactly?" "A certain little kiss." She pouted. "I'm sorry. I told you I had a thing for black men." She shrugged and smiled. "And now you've proved it!" His grin told her he wasn't angry. She leaned forward. "So, um, how did you enjoy the show? And I don't mean the one at the Cigar Club." Now it was Ed's turn to let his eyes wander. He honestly didn't know how he felt about what he'd seen, so articulating a response was more than he was willing to handle. Nikki saw the struggle behind his eyes. "I'm sorry, Ed, if I upset you." "No, no. I'm just not sure how I feel. This is all kind of new to me, you know." "I know. It's new to me, too. But what you saw was all done in fun. You understand that, right?" "Of course." "I mean, it is my bachelorette party, and all." The upper hand had somehow shifted back to her and her confidence level rose back to where it usually was. "Hey, you two! There's time for romance after the wedding. Tonight you're supposed to be partying!" Pete called from the bar. Ed and Nikki returned to the fray, but when the co-ed strip show began, Ed noticed that neither he nor Nikki allowed themselves to enjoy it. Nikki emerged from his bathroom the following morning wearing only a grey silk nightgown that barely covered her behind. He had been enjoying the streak of sun that warmed the bed, not quite tired enough to continue sleeping but not yet prepared to get out of bed. The sight of her, all clean and showered and barely covered by her expensive sleepwear, though, stirred him. "I think we should talk about last night," she said as she flounced onto the bed. "Must we?" "Yes. I'm worried that you were really upset by what happened." He blinked and tried to corral his disparate thoughts. "Nik, really. This is hard for me. I'm not even really awake yet." She tilted her head and gave him the puppy dog eyes. "Please?" He sighed and grinned. "All right. What do you want to know?" "Do I need to apologize for what I did? It was meant in fun but if it bothers you, I want to get rid of those bad feelings. Especially so close to the wedding!" "I'm not upset, honestly. I'm just confused. I was turned on but I hated that I was turned on. Do you know what I'm saying?" She paused. "You were turned on?" "Yes, but I'm not entirely sure why. As you know, I like to know why I react as I do." "Hmmm." She moved closer to him, smiling. "He was so hot, though, wasn't he?" He raised his eyebrows. What was she trying to do? "You saw the size of that thing. Man or woman, you had to be fascinated by it!" She continued, seizing the opportunity to have some fun with the situation. She put one leg up on the bed and bent that knee. The position exposed her pussy. "It was alarming, frankly," he told her, not at all comfortable discussing the dimensions of another man's penis, especially one that Nikki had so recently relished kissing. She moved his hand between her legs, where she was warm and juicy already. "Just thinking about him turns me on. Big, black fucker," she said breathlessly as she guided Ed's finger's to her slit and pushed him inside. She continued the narrative as she eventually climbed on top of him. "Can you imagine a cock like that fucking me, Ed? Do you think I could stand it?" Her questions were rhetorical but his imagination was literal. It provided him with scenes of Nikki being slammed by the black man, being eaten by him, and all manner of positions in between. So real were the images that only his orgasm pulled him away from them. The wedding rivaled anything Hollywood could have concocted. Thousand of white lilies adorned the church, artfully attached to beams and pews. The music, carefully selected by Nikki, included no organ music whatsoever?a string quartet plucked from the New York Symphony rendered the Brahms and Fauré pieces she'd selected. She looked luminous in her custom-made dress of silk and toile with hand-sewn embroidery and seed pearls adorning the seven-foot train. Ed felt handsome in his tux but knew the day was for the bride. His beautiful, sexy, flirtatious but loving bride. As she walked down the aisle, stepping so gracefully to the lilting cadences of Fauré, he knew he'd never forget how stunning she looked and how lucky he was to have found her. They exchanged traditional vows without writing any of their own?Nikki said she'd be too nervous to read anything more than she had to at the ceremony and by the look of her, Ed could concur that she was probably right. Seeing her so nervous made him love her all the more. The reception of 500 people was equally beautiful, albeit far more raucous. The guests, some of whom had been convinced that Ed would remain a bachelor for the rest of his days, celebrated with reassuring enthusiasm, giving the couple the distinct impression that they sincerely wished the best for them. The band, a local one that Nikki had heard at a dance club and hired the same night, played many of the songs Ed had seen her dance to when she flirted with other men. Strangely, the memories didn't sour his happiness at all, especially when Nikki danced with almost nobody but Ed at the wedding. He felt a firm sense of relief about that, and just spent as much of his energies enjoying the feel of her in his arms that special day. She was the Nikki he fell in love with, the one who only had eyes for him. At the Waldorf Astoria's bridal suite that night, they unwound. The cruise would leave the next day and they had the evening to reminisce about the day and enjoy some quiet time with each other. Ed removed her gorgeous wedding dress slowly, unwrapping his bride in between sips of champagne. When he got down to her white strapless bra and white lace garter belt with the blue garters she borrowed from a friend to have something blue and borrowed to wear on her wedding day, she insisted on undressing him in a similar fashion. "Your underwear isn't nearly as pretty as mine," she observed when she'd relieved him of his tux. He agreed. In fact, he agreed so wholeheartedly that he made love to her while she still wore it. He tore the tiny thong off her, however, so he could get to the good bits... The Waldorf wisely mirrored one wall alongside the bed, which Ed was certain delighted many a young (and old) newly married couple. It delighted Ed and Nikki to watch themselves get into nasty positions and receive uncensored thrusts. What they both seemed to enjoy best, however, was watching the comes?his, hers, his and hers. "Wow. Who knew it could be so hot to watch yourself come?" Nikki asked, giggling, as they lay spent on the king-size bed. "I've always known it's hot to watch you come," he teased. "Oh, you. We need more champagne!" She exclaimed, finding the bottle empty. "Would you order some while I shower?" He agreed, deciding while he listened to the water run, that they needed a wider selection of drinks than just champagne. He wanted her to have a selection, not just one option. And he wanted decanters, not that silly mini-bar stuff. The waiter arrived just as the shower went off. The two men reviewed the order to ensure that the various spirits had been delivered according to Ed's specifications. Ed was careful to speak loudly so Nikki would hear that someone was in the room?he wanted to prevent her any embarrassment in case she sprinted out of the bathroom half-naked like she was prone to do. As Ed and the waiter finished up the inventory, Nikki sauntered out of the bathroom in a completely transparent white baby doll top, no underwear, and marabou-trimmed high-heeled mules. She seemed blissfully unaware that anyone was present until she was only a few feet away from the poor, stunned waiter. Ed, mute with surprise, watched the scene with a detachment that could only come from shock. Nikki made eye contact with the waiter. The waiter froze. The waiter took in the sight before him: dark areola, firm breasts, smooth legs. Nikki stopped in her tracks, giving the waiter time to get a good eyeful. The waiter looked down at his order pad and cleared his throat but not before Nikki saw his eyes light up and then just as quickly darken again. Nikki looked at Ed. Ed understood at that moment what she was up to but still could not speak. She turned around and strolled back to the bathroom. "I guess that'll be all, then," Ed finally managed to say to the waiter as he gave him a $50 tip. The waiter hustled out of the room so quickly, Ed wanted to laugh out loud. Upon hearing the door to the suite close, Nikki came out again, still dressed in the baby doll outfit. "Ooops," she said, eyes gleaming with mischief. "You, my dear, are one naughty bride," he said, so turned on he couldn't get her to the bed fast enough. 3759 1.80/512345