"Uh... hi," Lily replied.
"Sup girl," Dwayne said.
Jamal sat on the other couch and
Dwayne sat right next to Lily. She could smell his manly musk. He smelled like
smoke, some charcoal and a bit of cocoa butter. It was a strange mixture of
sweetness with smoke that was strangely attracting.
"So... my husband really spoke with you
guys?"
"Yeah shit, uh... me and P-Dawg be close, you know?" Jordan replied.
"P-dog?"
"Yeah, that's what we call him,"
Jordan said.
"Paul? He goes by P-dog?"
"Yeah, but uh... don't tell him. He's
all uh..." Jordan paused.
"He's real secretive about it," Dwayne
quipped.
"Yeah, he wouldn't like it if you
talked about it with him," Jordan added.
"Ha, I imagine," Lily said.
"Dwayne tilted his head towards her
and looked down a small opening and licked his lips. He could clearly see
nothing but skin, just the shadows really blocking his view. He reached around
and rubbed her shoulders, trying to get her to loosen up and stop clenching her
trench coat so tightly.
"You should loosen up a bit," Dwayne
said.
Lily moaned as she felt his powerful
hands rub her shoulders. She slowly stopped clenching her trench coat and
placed her hands on the bed. Dwayne took it as a chance to gently move her
trench coat and massaged her shoulders directly.
She leaned back a bit as she felt his
hands rub her tight shoulders. Lily didn't notice that her trench coat was
slightly opening up, giving Dwayne a nice, clear view of her breasts. He licked
his lips again as he saw her perky, bright red nipples standing at attention.
"Mmm... you
are fine. Let's see what you got under there." Dwayne said as he grabbed her
trench coat and pulled it down further.
Lily briefly grabbed at her coat but
she didn't fully stop him. Her coat made its way down to her elbows, her
breasts free for the room to see. Jordan and Jamal both stood up and walked
over towards her.
"Oh wow, damn fine," Jamal commented.
Lily's face turned bright red as she
felt embarrassed, and yet, at the same time, excited by the fact that these
three black men appreciated the way she looked.
"Did Paul tell you to say that? You
can be honest, he's always telling me how I need to watch my weight," Lily
said.
"He a fool, cause god damn! Hold on,
why don't you get on up? Take that coat off," Jordan replied.
Lily got off the bed, her heart
racing. She didn't know whether or not these men were being serious. She also
found it slightly strange that her husband wasn't around. When they were
discussing this scenario, he had mentioned that he wanted to see her being
ravaged.
"Wait, are you sure Paul wanted you
guys to start without him? He said he wanted to watch," Lily said.
Jordan leaned in close. "I ain't supposed to tell you this, but you see that lamp over
there? There's a camera in there. And the DVD player too," he whispered into
her ear.
"What? Really?" Lily replied,
excitedly.
She immediately looked over at the
lamp, her eyes narrowing. She thought she saw a small hole at the base of the
lamp and smiled. Jordan gently turned her head towards him.
"Nah girl, you can't let him know," he
whispered.
Lily nodded but her eyes still darted
over at the DVD player. Her face flushed red as she thought about her husband
watching her. She wondered if they'd watch the recording together sometime,
maybe after a couple bottles of wine.
She felt her crotch grow warm and wet
at the thought. If her husband was watching, she decided she'd have to give him
a show. And if they were going to watch it in the future together, she had to
make it hot. She couldn't have it be awkward or corny.
She leaned in close to Jordan's ear.
"Let's put on a show then," she whispered into his ear.
Jordan grinned and nodded at both
Jamal and Dwayne. Jamal reached around and pulled her trench coat off,
revealing the rest of her body. Only the fabric of her bright yellow thong hid
the folds of her sex.
Dwayne pulled her back onto the bed,
having her sit right next to him. He unzipped his baggy jeans and pulled down
his black boxers. Lily looked over and gasped as she saw his large black
manhood.
"Oh my..." Lily said.