Being Serviced by the Best

"Trisha, check out this email we just got," yelled Mike.

"She is busy," Phillip yelled back. "Her mouth is busy on me. Can it wait?"

"I guess," groused Mike. Of course, he knew his wife belonged in bed with her black lover anytime he wanted her but he was excited about what had just popped up in his email inbox.

"But hurry up... this is something you should both read!" Mike yelled back.

Trish interrupted her duties long enough to yell, "Just be a minute Honey."

Things had gone well for the three of them since Phillip had moved in. The combined incomes allowed them a lot of freedom to go out, go vacationing; all kinds of new adventures were possible now.

Mike looked back at his computer monitor and using the mouse, clicked the print button. He clicked it a second time so that both Phillip and Trisha could have their own copy. Once more, he clicked the print button so all of them could read it together at the same time.

Inside the master bedroom suite, Phillip felt he was reaching a nice climax. It would be his fourth today. Nothing like a white man's white wife's lips around his big black cock, Phillip thought. A few moments later, he let his cum shoot into Trish's mouth.

"Thank you Phillip," Trisha said, as she used her tongue to touch various corners of her mouth. She loved the taste of Phillip's semen. It was her candy.

"We better see what Mike is so excited about," Phillip said. He reached down to give Trish a kiss. He always made sure he kissed her mouth after she blew him. He wanted her to know how much he loved her for what she did for him. Before meeting Trish, Phillip rarely had the opportunity to shoot inside a woman's mouth. Many had not tried, thought Phillip, but many had cancelled the entire encounter once they had seen how big he really was.

Trish had worked hard to reach a skill level that allowed her to go down as far on Phillip as she could. Just getting the full width of it in her mouth had not been possible at first.

"We will continue this later," promised Phillip. Trisha was sure they would.

"Ok Mike, what is it?" Phillip called out, as he pulled his trousers up.

Trisha followed Phillip into the living room where Mike was patiently waiting for them. She saw him holding some printouts. Mike handed a page to each of them.

Phillip took the paper and began to read aloud.

"You have been recommended as a possible candidate to join us at our annual party in Las Vegas. We are a group of athletes, many currently playing professional sports.

If selected, both husband and wife will be flown to Las Vegas at our expense. Hotel accommodations at a location to be provided later will be arranged.

This is our third year to host this party. If you are not familiar with our group, we invite 'Best of Breed' married white couples for a weekend of erotic experiences. This year's party will begin on Thursday, August 2^nd, 2012 with a Meet & Greet reception and conclude with a group encounter on Sunday August 5^th.

Additional details will be provided if you are selected to participate. Please respond back with your telephone number if you are interested in becoming an official candidate."

The message was signed "The Black Sportsmen".

"Oh my God," said Phillip. "I thought this was a myth!"

"You've heard about it?" queried Trisha? "This is real?"

"Yes," said Phillip. "At least the legend is real."

"Tell us what you know," begged Mike.

"Well, what I have heard is, that the guys are all big-time professional athletes; pro-basketball, football, even baseball. They are all black of course. Some of them are still college athletes but they are the cream of the crop. Some of them are retired from the pros. I guarantee that you will find guys you hear about all the time on ESPN." Phillip said.

"Oh, I hope they pick us," exclaimed Trisha. "We three have never been to Las Vegas before."

"It doesn't work that way," replied Phillip. "I won't be able to go. This is strictly white wives and their white husbands. They wouldn't let me in the front door!"

"Strange," Mike said. "And, you think this is real?"

"I have never known anyone who has gone to this. I don't know anyone who even got an invite." Phillip declared. "It's a real formal affair, top-shelf all the way. What I heard is, that it is very ritualized. The white husbands 'present' their wives to be used by the black athletes."

"Jesus," replied Trisha. Mike could tell the idea was turning her on.

"They don't like sissies either," said Phillip. "Down low shit is strictly forbidden."

"I don't do that," protested Mike.

"I know," replied Phillip. "You can bet they checked up on you two already. Trisha is a beautiful woman, loves black dick, and knows how to handle big ones. You simply enjoy having her service big black cock. That's what they are looking for."

"Are we going to apply?" Trisha asked.