The Convention part 3

The three of them walked out of the restaurant. Deana brushed against Phred repeatedly and knew he was as excited as she was. She hoped he could sniff her aroused state as the sexual juices ran down her legs. When they entered the elevator, there was no one else on it. John turned toward her, winked, and placed his hand on her crotch and knew she was more than ready for some hot sex!

He looked at Phred and said, “Check her out; she is not wearing any panties!”

Phred swallowed hard, and tried to act like this was all new to him. He slid his hand up under Deana’s dress. “Hot-Damn, you’re drenched.”

She moved her legs apart and purred seductively as Phred’s fingers tantalized her bush. When he slid his finger inside her hot hole she gasped, quivered and said, “Oh my God, finger-fuck me baby. Yes that’s it, harder, ooooooooh fuck, I’m going to cum!”

John noticed they were almost to the floor where their room was. He turned to his wife, kissed her deep, then whispered, “Let him finger your hot cunt baby, all the way to our room.”

Mmm, I like the way you think honey. I think I will raise my dress and really turn Phred on!”

Phred gulped, trembled, and shifted his hard dick in his pants. “Baby, make sure we do not get into trouble with you flashing me. However, I must say, if you keep this up, I going to have to fuck you right there in that hallway!”

The door opened, and an elderly couple was waiting for the elevator. Deana shifted her dress, winked at the old guy and got off the elevator. The older man winked and brushed up against her as he got on.

After they got off, John looked around and said, “Well no one is in the hallway honey. Raise that dress and let Phred finger-fuck that pussy all the way to our room.”

She flashed his and Phred a seductive smile raised her dress, spread her legs and uttered, “Phred finger my hot cunt, make me cum!”

Now how could Phred resist such a sweet temptation? In the back of his mind he wondered, “Is she thinking about birth control? I hope not because I want to make her pregnant this weekend.”

Deana’s mind went back to the time when John began suggesting that she start fucking black men. The idea wasn’t a turn-off to her. She had seen some black men at work and they were constantly hitting on her, but she always turned them down.

She wasn’t really looking for someone to have an affair with, it just happened, one night, right after the office Christmas party. Her husband had to work that evening, and was unable to attend. He suggested she go anyway. She was glad she did, the party was a blast. She was about to phone home for a ride when one of the black guys, named Phred, offered to take her home. She didn’t see any harm in that, even if he was always bugging her, because wanted to make out with her.

As it was, he lad her to his car, caressing her body every chance he got. Between the wine and soft caresses, Deana’s body began to become very aroused. Phred opened the car door, she got in, and he went around and went into the driver’s side.