Getting prepped for the trip

It was finally Saturday morning. Trisha and Mike had been looking forward to this day for at least three weeks.

"You ready to get your ass pounded?" Mike asked his wife, as he poured her a cup of morning coffee.

"Of course, I woke up with wet panties," Trisha laughed, "I'm not sure who is more excited about it though, I think you are by the way you're hoping around this morning.

Tonight was party night and the couple had already packed their bags the night before in preparation for the trip down to Charlotte. Sometimes called the Queen City in honor of Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, Charlotte had a reputation for hosting hardcore interracial sex parties that rivaled Atlanta and other major cities on both coast.

As usual, Mike was able to get everything he needed to take squeezed into a gym bag, needing a larger bag only to store the jug of Irish Crème liqueur that was his favorite sipping brew at parties such as this. Of course, he had his fifth of rum for later in the evening once the party and the fucking really got underway and as offerings to the black men who would visit their room that evening. Mostly, the rum was there to keep people out of his beloved Irish Crème.

He also included a small bottle of Southern Comfort for Trish. Although neither Trisha nor Mike drank that often, play parties such as tonights have never seemed complete without some alcohol. The Southern Comfort would also limit the amount of Mike's prized elixir that Trisha would consume. Moreover, the Southern Comfort would jump start dropping those initial inhibitions that Trisha always seemed to suffer from at these monthly parties.

Trisha had finally given up on packing her bag. Her bags actually, two full-sized suitcases just so she could have plenty of options for the evening. Different looks she could render to the men that awaited her. Mike finally stepped in and had her spread both bags open so he could help Trisha make her mind up about what to take.

He made sure that some of his favorite attire for her was there. Trisha had a white swimsuit top with something akin to black zebra stripes that when worn with just thigh highs and heals, was really hot looking. The top looked more like a mini-dress and had a dressed-up look to it that made Trisha standout in the common area where the men could socialize with the ladies who were there to be serviced that night.

That outfit made it much easier for Mike to keep an eye on what she was up to from a distance. During the early evening, a woman who appeared alone was more likely to be approached by one of the guys.

He also made sure that the near transparent black body stocking was included. He preferred that Trisha start the evening in the white swim top and then only later, after her first fuck, did he like seeing her in that body stocking. It had an open crotch area, which allowed her to take on her second encounter without changing anything about her appearance. Occasionally, her partner would make that choice for her and remove it to get more direct skin on skin contact with her.

Later in the evening, it really did not matter much to Mike about what Trisha was wearing. The last party they had attended, which was about three months before. The same dude that was hosting tonight's party had hosted it. That last party, Trisha had walked out of their hotel room and down to the snack table completely naked. Mike had stood outside their room and watched as guys that were hanging out alongside the hallway walls tried to appear as if they weren't noticing. Of course, as she passed and proceeded down the hall, they were all eyes. Mike knew that of course, his wife's exhibitionist side was having the time of its life.

This party, like most of the ones that Mike and Trisha attended was focused on black men on white married women. White couples would attend for the express purpose of making the wife available to be serviced by black studs. Occasionally, a white husband might approach one of the wives and suggest some adult fun but usually; their advances would be politely brushed aside. These women were there for interracial fun, to experience the rush of enjoying one big black cock after another.

A couple of years before, Mike and Trisha were at another big black cock and white hot wife party when one of the wives approached Trisha and asked her if she would mind doing her husband. She told Trisha that her husband had not been laid in six months. The request touched Trisha and she said, "Sure, I'd be happy to," to the woman. While she was lending a hand, helping the poor man out, she was horrified to learn that not only had he not been laid for six months, his wife had not submitted to him for over two years. "That's fucked up!" she told Mike later that night.

Both Mike and Trish enjoyed these interracial gangbang parties, however their reasons differed somewhat, of course for Trisha, it was a very physical activity. She loved the attention she received from the black studs. However, a close second to the physical joys she received was the pleasure she gave Mike as he watched one black cock after another fucking her brains out.

Mike could go on for hours about how exciting it was to see his wife being slutty with guys neither of them had ever met until perhaps a moment before.