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Please let me know if this was received all right. It's the last
of three stories in this series that we want to tell.

 tonytony@usa.net

Sue's Trilogy: The Last Adventure (mmf)

tonytony@usa.net

This is written first person, singular, from my point of view.
But, my wife is watching, and reminding me of things as I write.
Finally, you should know we like writing about these things
because it helps us remember details. . .

There are the usual disclaimers: be an adult, or read something else.



We arrived in Buffalo very late, and as luck would have it, there
was a screw up at the hotel. The Guaranteed Late Arrival room no
longer  existed.

We were limoed to a sister hotel that had reasonable
accommodations.

We checked out the room, it was a king bed, non smoking, and nice
enough for a single night. 

As we had the luggage brought up, we noticed there was a nice
looking restaurant in the hotel. I was ready for that. 

Sue freshened up - I don't know why, she never looks bad, or
hassled, at times like these, and down we went. 

Dinner was fine.

I noticed, though, a man, eating alone.

First of all, having traveled enough to know, one of the bummers
of business travel is finishing a day's intensive work, with high
energy,  then being alone that night. 

There was more to it than that, though. He kept glancing at us,
and would avert his gaze when he saw me looking back. 

He was well dressed, looked to be as tall as me (an inch or 2
over 6 feet) but there any comparison ended.

I'm 185 pounds, or so. He was 250, and not fat. I'm white, he was
black. His face looked like it had been hacked of ebony, or
chiseled  from a tough black marble. Very rugged, but handsome,
too. If he was  younger, I'd have guessed he was a pro football
player.

The meal ended, Sue had one of the two cocktails she allows
herself in an evening. Three usually means no inhibitions, and
fun.

We started for our room, but in passing the lounge we heard what
had to be live music - of the kind (slow) we like to dance to.

Sue says, whl this is being written,  to write the truth. It's
the kind Sue likes to dance to.

The lounge was nice, dim, moderated crowded. We got a small
table, ordered a token drink, and went to the floor.

A half hour of dancing later I noticed that hunk of ebony or
chiseled marble at the bar, and again spending time watching us.

"Honey, did you notice anyone staring at us at dinner and here?"

"If you mean a tall, rugged looking handsome black man sitting at
the left end of the bar, no, I haven't noticed a thing," Sue
replied. Sue tells me now she saw him watching us all through
dinner, too, and she was a little unnerved about it.

"Oh."

Some more dancing, then the fluids I had been drinking made their
presence in my bladder known.

"I need to find a men's room, or we can call it a night, honey."

"I'm really enjoying being here. Go pee. I'll make it worth your
while if we stay a little longer."

"OK. Be back in a couple of minutes."

"The men's room is around the bar, sir" the waiter said, and off
I went.

Fate stepped in.

I was walking along the bar, and Ebony, seeing me coming, kind of
turned away.

"Excuse me."

He turned back. "Can I help you?"

"My wife and I noticed you've been staring at us, all evening.
What's going on?"

"Sorry, sir. I'm still about 10 days from getting home, and I'm
lonesome. Seeing a couple who seem happy makes it easier, and
harder. Guess I wasn't being very polite. No offence meant."

"None was taken."

"I'll just finish my drink, and go to my room."

"Look," I said. "We're going to be here for a while yet. I'm
going to the head. Go ask my wife to dance, I'm sure she'd like
that."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"No, and neither would she. Just tell her you appreciated being
called a `rugged good looking black man'."

Some minutes later I came back to the table, to see it empty of
people, but with an extra glass and chair.

There they were, on the dance floor. Sue, I didn't yet tell you,
is 5'11" or so, maybe 130 pounds, and she looked lost in the arms
of this  man.

They came back to the table.

"Honey, Rudy said you sent him over."

I stood: "Hi, Rudy, thanks for keeping her company. Sit down a
while."

We talked a little, the music started again, and this time I took
my wife to the floor.

"Thanks for sending him over - he's a charming guy."

"I didn't realize how big he is," I said.

"Well, it's not that he's tall, but honey I can hardly get my
arms around him. And he's all muscle - it's like dancing with a
walking oak tree."

"Ebony", I thought.

The next several dances were his. I enjoyed watching them - he
was very proper with Sue, and that might have annoyed her just a
little.  After all, and she's said this before in different
circumstances "I'm  a woman, not his sister!"

After an hour, and after a few more drinks (Sue had more than she
usually does, and anyone who has read other stories about us know
what that can lead to) it was Sue's turn to visit the ladies room.

She returned to see Rudy and me in a deep conversation. "I hope
you're not talking about me."

And then the band leader announced there'd be a 20 minute break.
Rudy started to say his good-nights, and Sue went to him, gave
him a kiss that was a bit more than sisterly.

We shook hands, he waved, and went off.

Sue reminded me I had a reward coming for staying in the lounge
and dancing with her, even though I was tired.

We went to our room, too.

We were still pretty awake.

"Night cap?"

"Sure."

The in room bar had makings for our martinis, now her fourth, and
enough make her silly. I got the drinks started, Sue found slow
music on the in room sound system, and began moving to it.

"I gotta tell you that what started off as a dull evening turned
out to be pretty exciting. I got horny dancing with Rudy, and
can't wait to get into bed. I want to give you your reward."

The reader needs some background here. Over the past few years,
Sue and I indulged in playing out a couple of fantasies. In one,
she was a seductress/exhibitionist, and I a voyeur, and she
seduced someone while I watched. Another time, she and her ex
college roommate and I, for reasons to complicated to describe
here, had a three some.

"I have a different idea."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm horny, too. I think I'd like my woman to be a little
trashy tonight."

She did a little bump and grind. "Let's go to bed, I'll show you
how trashy I can be."

"Trashier than that."

There was a few second's silence.

"What do you want, Tony?"

"Rudy is in his room about 10 doors down the hall. He's been here
for a week with his work team, and won't be home for another
week. His  buddies are out at a strip joint, he didn't want to do
that, so he's here alone, now.

"I told him I'd ask you if you'd like to have him come by and
join us for a drink. I told him I'd call him at 1AM if it was ok
with you. That's in 20 minutes.

"I'm going to change - you think about it, and if you like the
idea of at least fooling around a bit, tell me when I come out.

"Wait a minute. You mean invite him here and. . ."

I interrupted. "Yeah. No promises, but what happens, happens, and
the deal has to be that there'll be no crap from me to you, or
you to me, no matter what."

I went to the bathroom, changed into pj bottoms and a robe,
stroked an very erect cock - it was going to be in a nice place,
no matter what happened, in a little while.

I came out.

"Well?"

"I'm scared about this."

"OK, we won't call, come to bed."

"I didn't say not to call, honey. I'd like to be trashy tonight
for you, and for me, too."

"You know you may wind up getting fucked by two men, don't you?"

"Yes."

"OK, I'll call."

I watched my wonderful wife blush as I called, room to room.

"Come on over for a night cap, Rudy."

Sue came into my arms - "Honey - I wanted to make love with you
tonight. Will we?"

"I think so. Sue, change into something nice, and put your heels
on, ok?"

Sue grabbed some things from her suit case, and went into the
bathroom.

A few minutes later there was a quiet knock, and I opened the
door to admit Rudy.

The man had style. He came in wearing a very black robe, and
black pajama bottoms were visible, too.

"Thanks for inviting me."

"Rudy, I'll make you a drink," I said. "Sue'll be out in a
moment."

The bathroom door opened, and Sue, flushed, made her entrance in
a black robe over what I knew to be a full length silky negligee.
She was wearing her heels, too, and looked, well, delicious.

The music was nice, and Rudy said "I'd rather have this dance."

Seeing my wife, in her black robe, wrapped in Rudy's black robed
arms was exciting for me, and my erection began to grow.

But, Rudy was dancing with her in a very proper way.

I couldn't help myself. "Rudy, I'm offended. You are dancing with
a woman I think is beautiful and sexy, and you are holding her as
though  she was your mother or sister."

And Sue said "I won't break, Rudy."

He began holding her closer.

Sue reddens when she's excited - and she was bright red, now.

At the end of the music she broke from his embrace. Standing near
the in room bar, each had another sip of cocktail. Both Rudy and
I had modest bulges pressing at our robes.

It was my turn to dance with Sue.

She ground her pelvis into mine, and said "It's looking like it
will be an exciting night."

Rudy broke in, and once again my white blond wife was wrapped in
black, and it was ever so sexy. Since both were wearing black,
the only contrast was Sue's blond hair on his shoulder. Rudy's
hand, on her small of her back, moved downwards a little
unsurely, until it was resting on the outward curve of Sue's
buttocks. She didn't object, and just moved a little closer to
him. She tells me now, as I'm typing this, that his erection was
pushing at her pelvis, and really exciting her.

Midway through the dance, she decided to turn the heat up a
little.

"I'm hot."

She broke from his embrace, took off her robe, and went back to
his arms.

Her negligee was black, not quite translucent. It was a silky
clingy sort of thing, and hung from two ribbons, tied with bows,
on her shoulders. Sometimes when she moved a hip was outlined,
then concealed. Her breasts moved nicely under it, too. Her
nipples were erect, and poking at the fabric. It was held at the
waist with a sash, and that also outlined her figure nicely.
Finally, it had a side slit, so that from time to time a lot of
leg was exposed.

And, it left little doubt that it was the only thing she was
wearing.

The dancing continued. When a gap appeared between their bodies,
I could see Rudy was aroused - his robe was pushed out, and he
wasn't trying to be polite about it.

"My husband told me to be trashy tonight, Rudy", Sue said, still
blushing.

Sue's arm, which had been around Rudy's back, came forward, to
his cheek. Sue slowed the dancing, and kissed him.

The hand on his cheek, palm outward, traced over his robe, to his
chest.

"You've a big chest, Rudy", she said, and the hand traced down
lower, grazing his erection, then went to his back again.

The dance was over, and we had another drink, sitting at the side
of the bed.

"It is hot," I said, and took my robe off.

I run and swim, so my body is lean, and I'm proud of it.

Rudy said "It looks like you run for conditioning. I pump iron,
and do body building."

"Show me", Sue said.

"I thought you'd never ask." His robe came off.

Sue unbuttoned his black pj top, and opened it.

Now she traced the back of her hand over a huge chest, and I
watched as she stood closer to him.

His erection was tenting his pants, now.

"Can I dance some more with this hunk" Sue asked?

"You bet", we both said.

She moved toward him, took his pajama top by the lapels, and slid
it down his arms, to the floor. Now in his arms, swaying to the
music, she was being held by muscles covered with the blackest
skin I'd seen, and I knew his cock was poking at her, too.

I saw his hands up and down her back, the dancing had stopped but
those two people were just swaying together. His hands went to
her ass, pulled her to him, and with her hands around his neck,
kissed her. I saw mouths open as their lips met.

Sue pushed away after a moment. Sue's hand again was tracing down
his chest, and I watched it move lower, to a true washboard
belly.

"That feels nice," she said, and to me, she asked "Trashy
enough?"

"No."

The hand moved below the belly, under his pants - "that feels
nicer", Sue said, as her hand came out, and they were dancing
slowly, again. Sue tells me now that his cock was pulsing when
she just barely touched it, and just touching it made her feel,
well, trashy. We'd been married 20 years, and she had sex with
only one other guy since then - we told that story before. She
tells me, as I'm typing this, that every once in a while she
likes straight sensual sex - no love making, just sex  - and she
was very ready for that then. And now, as I'm typing!

I moved behind Sue, slipped my hands between them, and cupped her
breasts. Her nipples - `headlights', she called them - were on
high  beam!

I had an idea. They were dancing very close together, now. Still
behind, I untied one of her shoulder straps, and let it fall,
front  and back.

It was held up because she was against Rudy. She tells me now
that she was afraid to move away, she felt modest, ashamed, but
excited too. She said she wanted help for the next step.

I went back to the bed.

The music ended.

They continued to stand, close together.

"Sue, you can't stand there for ever."

She held the right side of her negligee up with her left hand,
and turned to me.

"Are you sure?, she asked.

"Yes."

That was the help she needed, but she got more than that.

Rudy came up behind her. His big hands reached around her hips,
to her belly. Sue parted her legs a bit. She says she wanted
those big hands to move down, over her pubic mount.

Instead, I watched as these black hands moved up, until they were
under her breasts.

He bent, and began kissing her neck, while she stood there, still
with her hand holding up her negligee.

His hand slipped under it, and began fondling her breast.

Sue said his hands were rough on her breast - much different from
my touch, and that he began squeezing her nipple enough for it to
hurt, but in a pleasurable way - not that it needed help in being
erect.

"I want to see your hands on her, Rudy" I said.

His other hand took the one she was using to hold her strap, and
moved it down.

Sue says now she wanted to get naked, but she wanted us to be
responsible.

The negligee fell open, now with only one shoulder strap holding
it up, and I watched this black hand caress, then pitch at and
twist her  nipple. My cock was bursting.

Sue's hands were crossed behind her, I'm sure stroking Rudy's
cock, through his pajama bottoms. She says, now, that's exactly
what she was doing. I didn't realize it at the time, but Sue said
it was poking into the crack between her buttocks, then, and she
first realized she might be in a double penetration sandwich that
night, and it was ok with her.

She turned back to Rudy, reached out to dance with him again,
with the negligee draped from one shoulder, her breast, with
erect nipple, exposed. I watched it meet his bare chest, and had
not been as excited in a year.

Now his right hand was on her bare back, and I loved the sight of
that black hand on that white skin. She wanted that hand to go
lower, but that didn't happen, yet.

Instead, I went behind her again, and untied the other shoulder.

Rudy put his hands on her shoulders, and slowly moved her away
from him, until the negligee fell away, to her waist, where it
was held by  the sash.

Sue said she watched his face as he looked at her, bare from the
the waist up, her nipples pointing at him, and she saw his black
face get even darker as it - and other parts of his anatomy -
begame engorged with blood. She loved it.

Sue turned to me, flushed with excitement, bare breasted,
and pulled me to a standing position. "You've undressed me, and
now you have to pay the price."

She pulled at my bottoms, they unsnapped, and fell. I stepped out
of them, the first one, but I was sure not the only one, to be naked
tonight  in this room. The first erect cock, mine, was being aired,
bobbing, with a little pre-ejaculation fluid visible.

I couldn't wait.

I took Sue by the hand, and pulled her to the bed.

I was being a lousy host.

I sat, legs wide, turned her so that she was facing Rudy, and
away from me.

I lifted the back of her nightgown, and guided her down, onto me.

My cock found the nice place it was looking for. Oh, that felt good!

Rudy was watching as she settled, breasts and nipples pointing at
him,  her negligee bunched around her hips, covering her knees, as
she settled on my cock.

"I'd like some of that," he said.

"Come closer, Rudy. Don't be left out."

He did, and Sue reached to his hips, gathered a handful of pajama
material in each hand, and pulled his pajama bottoms down. He
stepped out of them.

His cock, long, thick, angry looking and pulsing, sprang free,
almost touching her breasts. Its shaft looked like a branch from
an ebony tree, veined and thick.

Sue looked at it, and tells me now that if she wasn't married and
sexually satisfied with me, she could become a whore for cocks
like that.

Sue looked at me over her shoulder.

I put a hand on either side of her face, and turned her so that
she was facing Rudy.

She looked up at his face, reached for his hips, and drew him
closer. I couldn't see, but was sure his cock was pressing
against her breast. Her mouth was against his washboard belly,
and then his cock moved to her  shoulder.

Sue says, as I'm typing this, that the heat from his cock on her
shoulder was wonderful, and I don't remember  this, but she
tipped her head so she could feel its heat on her ear, too.

I moved my hands to her cheeks, with my fingers just at the edge
of her mouth, and could feel her mouth open, and her tongue
wetting her lips, touching my finger tips.

At the same time, I could feel little spasms as her cunt gripped
my cock.

"She's liking this, " I thought. She says, as I'm typing, that
she sure did, and she loved that her husband was about to do what
I was about to do.

I tilted her head down a little, and could feel her mouth open more.

She pushed Rudy a way a little, and I saw her hands come to his
pelvis, and I'm sure were holding his cock. Being behind her, I
couldn't see, of course.

I felt her mouth open wider, and I moved her head down a little -
it didn't take much encouragement. Sue tells me now that she had
one hand around the shaft of his cock, and the other was cupping
his scrotum at this instant.

Then I felt her cheeks indent. Mouth open, cheeks indenting: no
question about what was going on, she was sucking him in, hard.

I looked up at Rudy, who was looking down at my wife, and I could
see his hips move, and in time with that I felt, through her
cheeks, his  cock move in her mouth.

The expression of joy on his face was priceless.

"Rudy, you can come in my mouth", Sue mumbled.

"Shouldn't talk with your mouth full", I said.

Her vagina with its little quivers was telling me she was very
excited - but all of us were. She says now she had a mini orgasm
then, not her first, and for sure not her last of the evening.

"I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to fuck you," he
replied. The man had taste. Her cunt spasmed around my cock.

She mumbled something again.

"What did you say, Sue?"

Her cunt squeezed my cock, her hands squeezed Rudy's.

"I said I'd like that."

I have to stop writing, now. Sue says it's time to do something
else that will be more fun than writing.

tonytony@usa.net



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