Of course, my dick quickly became fully-erect inside my pants while I was watching my wife and Henry in the rear-view mirror as I was driving. But unlike my earlier spontaneous erection under the cocktail table at the bar, this erection was a totally appropriate one, considering the situation. And so I wouldn’t have been ashamed to actually let my wife or Henry see the bulge at the front of my pants. But ironically, that didn’t really matter, because not only was my crotch hidden from their view by the front seat of the car, but they weren’t paying any attention to me anyway.
I almost felt guilty when I finally parked the car in the hotel parking lot, and the two “love birds” in the back seat had to take a break from their romantic embraces, so that Sally could go check in at the front desk and get the room keys, while Henry and I–and our respective crotch-bulges–patiently waited outside in the car for her return, before we all made the long trek together up the noisy, metal, outdoor staircase to our second floor hotel room, where the “sex games” could finally continue.
After the three of us entered the room, I turned around to secure the hotel room door with the dead bolt. And by the time I turned back around again, Sally had already managed to quickly pull her dress up over her head, and then take off her thigh-length, black fishnet stockings.
Sally was now standing there, dressed only in her sexy-looking black-lace bra, and her white, cotton, little-girl-style panties (a.k.a. full-coverage women’s briefs), that didn’t compliment her bra at all. So her very plain-looking, white panties looked completely out-of-place.
But then Sally didn’t care. Because those were the only types of panties that she really liked to wear, and she had been wearing that same type of panties ever since she was a small girl. Besides, Sally later discovered that she was prone to yeast infections. And so, in her case, shiny sexy-looking panties made out of non-porous materials, like nylon and satin, were a definite no-no. And so were pantyhose.
But, believe it or not, what struck me strangest about seeing my wife wearing only a bra and panties, wasn’t the fact that the look of her panties didn’t compliment her bra at all. Instead, it was the fact that Sally was even wearing a bra to begin with, because that was one article of clothing that–due to the small size of her breasts–she really had no need of. And so she seldom wore a bra.
And I knew that the only reason why Sally had chosen to wear that black-lace bra (with those heavily-padded cups) that night at the bar was to make her breasts look much larger than they actually were. I also knew that Henry was just moments away from most likely being disappointed when Sally’s bra was finally removed, and he discovered just how small her breasts really were.
Meanwhile, Henry had already pulled his shirt up over his head too, so that he was now bare-chested. And he had also unbuttoned and unzipped his blue jeans, so that his underwear was now visible through the “V”-shaped opening at the front of his pants.
I was the only one who still had all my clothes on. And I intended to keep it that way, at least for a little while longer.
Suddenly there was a knock at the hotel room door, and a voice outside said, “Hey, Henry, it’s me. Let me in, man.”
“Who the hell is that?” I asked Henry.
“It’s Rico. He’s the guy I was with at the bar. I asked him to follow us over here. I hope you don’t mind.”
“What the hell is going on here, Sally?” I demanded.
“You didn’t tell him what’s really going on?” Henry cryptically said to Sally.
“No, I didn’t tell him yet,” Sally quickly replied to Henry.
“Tell me what?” I chimed in.
Sally looked back at me, saying, “Please don’t get mad at me, Carl. Okay? I was just tryin’ to please you. That’s all.”
“What’re you talkin’ about? Please me?”
“Yeah, please you. You see, I accidentally saw all those naughty pictures on your computer the other day. You know? The ones showin’ all those guys’ dicks?”
“Oh. So you saw those, huh?”
“Yeah, I did. I mean, I wasn’t actually lookin’ for ’em, or anything like that. But I accidentally clicked on the folder that you had ’em in, and they all popped up. God, there must’ve been hundreds of ’em! And I noticed that most of the dicks in those close-up photos were black guys’ dicks. And lot of ’em even had sperm comin’ out of ’em. I also found a bunch of pictures showin’ guys havin’ sex with each other. You know? Butt-fuckin’, and dick-suckin’, and stuff like that? And a lot of those pictures showed black guys havin’ sex with white guys. Well, I put 2 and 2 together, and figured out that you’re actually a closet bisexual. And not just any old run-of-the-mill closet bisexual, either. You’re an interracial closet bisexual.”
I just stood there for a moment, in total shock, and then finally confessed to Sally, “Okay, okay. You got me, Officer. Guilty as charged. So does this mean our relationship is over with, and that you’re gonna be leaving me?”
“Oh hell no! You’re stuck with me through the rest of eternity, Buster! You made that promise to me, back when you married me, and I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure that you keep it. Even if I have to lock you up in a cage somewhere, and use you as my sex-slave. I’m gonna make sure that you and I are together until the day I die. My findin’ out that you’re a closet bisexual doesn’t change anything, as far as I’m concerned. It just makes our sex lives a lot more interesting. That’s all. Just as long as you’re not gay. You’re not gay, are you, Carl?”
“Fuck no! I’m definitely bisexual. I love having sex with you way too much to ever go gay,” I honestly admitted. “You wouldn’t actually lock me up in a cage, would you?”
“Is someone gonna let me in, or not, esé?” said the same raspy male voice from outside the hotel room door. This time, I noticed that this voice had a very thick Hispanic accent to it.
Sally quickly twisted her head around to talk to the man on the other side of the hotel room door, “Sure, Sweetie, I’ll be there in a minute. Just let me get somethin’ worked-out with my husband first.”
“I really don’t know what to say, Sally,” I told her, as apologetically as I could. “I can’t help it. Black guys’ dicks really turn me on at lot. I don’t really want them to. But they just do.”
“Yeah. I know, Sweetie. I’ve got my own skeletons in the closet, too. Believe me.
“I also know that you’ve fantasized for a long time about becomin’ a cuckold, and watchin’ me have sex with another man. Well, the last time you and I talked about that, I finally admitted to you that I too had always fantasized about havin’ sex with another man, right in front of my husband. And that’s what brought us here to this hotel room tonight.
“Well, now may not be the best time for me to say this, but I lied to you when I told you that I wanted that other man to be a black man. But I did that for you, Carl. Not for me. The real truth is I’m not into black guys at all. In fact, I find the idea of havin’ sex with a black guy to be pretty disgusting.”
“But at the bar,” I argued, “you’re the one who invited Henry over to our hotel room.”
“Yes, I did. But Henry’s not here to have sex with me. Henry’s gay, Carl. The only reason he agreed to come to our hotel room tonight is because he wants to have sex with you. By the way, he thinks you’re pretty hot, for an older white man.”
“But on the way over here, when you guys were kissing and making out in the back of the car, what was that all about?”
“Henry and I were simply ‘putting on a show’ for you, Carl. That’s all. I’m sorry for deceivin’ you like that, but it was the only way I could think of to get you to live out your fantasy about havin’ sex with a black guy.”
“That wasn’t our agreement, God damn it!” I yelled back at Sally. “So then you had no intention of ever fucking Henry?”
“No. But I did promise you that I’d fuck a guy in front of you tonight, and that’s exactly what I intend to do. That’s why I secretly invited Henry’s friend to follow us over to our hotel room tonight. And he’s the only one I wanna fuck tonight, Carl. So if you don’t mind, I’m gonna quit bein’ rude, and open the door for him.”
Sally headed straight for the door, opening it to let the Hispanic stranger into the room, before immediately embracing him and giving him a very long, passionate French-kiss with lots of “tongue action”.
“What the fuck is goin’ on here, God damn it! Sally, what the fuck are you doing? You don’t even know this guy!”
“No, Carl. You’re completely wrong about that. Henry’s the guy I just met tonight for the very first time, while we were at the bar. He’s a close friend of Rico’s.”
“So then you secretly invited Rico to meet you at the bar tonight, and to bring along his gay, black friend with him?” I asked, still trying to assess this whole “unforeseen development” in my current situation.
“Yes, Carl. You hit the nail right on the head, as you always like to say. It’s Rico and I who have a ‘history’ together. He’s my ex from high school. He was my very first boyfriend. And I invited him over tonight to have sex with me. And just like I promised, I’m gonna let you watch him fuck my brains out, right in front of you.”
Sally turned to Rico and asked, “You do wanna fuck my brains out tonight, right, Sweetie?”
“Shit yeah, Baby! It’s been way too long,” Rico piped out enthusiastically. “Quiero tu panocha,” he added, telling Sally in Spanish that he wanted her pussy.
“What the fuck is he talking about? What does he mean by ‘it’s been way too long’? Did you fuck him back in high school?” I asked Sally.
“No, not really. He’s the one who fucked me that one night. Actually, what he really did was date-rape the crap out of me, and take my virginity in the back seat of his Camaro, while I was beggin’ him to stop the whole time. But he only got to do it one time–because not only did he piss me off royally, but he also ended up gettin’ me pregnant that night. That happened just a couple of months before I met you.”
“Oh, my God!” was all I could say, as the realization hit me like a rock.
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