Shakespeare said, “Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.” It seems that lust, much more so than misery, makes for some the most interesting boudoir companions. Such was the case for Pamela, Michael, and Imani. From all outward appearances, the trio of friends looked like a cross section of Black America. Pam was typically conservative in her demeanor and appearance. You know the kind; you would never suspect she was a seething hotbed of sexuality until you got her behind closed doors. Michael was quickly climbing the corporate ladder. He had all the makings of a playboy; he was fine, smart, charming, and focused on getting the most enjoyment out of life he possibly could. Imani was the Bohemian granola girl type. At any given moment she could go off on a tirade about Pan Africanism, holistic living, or the perils of misogynist videos on the developing psyche of Black children. As unique and diverse as they were individually, they functioned all together differently as a unit.
Collectively, Pam, Michael, and Imani were lovers. Not in the typical modern day scenario where the guy fulfills his varying tastes for women in different beds and the women pretend not to know of his extracurricular activities. No, once a month, these three individuals came together in a “lifestyle” club to revel in sensual exploration and erotic discovery.
It would all begin with an email, Re: Let’s get together. Pam would usually initiate the momentum and Imani and Michael would soon follow along. With the date and time finalized, the anticipation would build as the three went about their daily business knowing that the upcoming Friday night would be an exercise in hedonism.
Friday’s were the night of choice for the threesome. The club was one of the emerging alternative venues where adults came to explore their primal side. The club was usually populated with as many blacks as whites while single men, couples and adventurous single women roamed around in various degrees of arousal and undress looking for a chance to be someone that society said was taboo. There were men who wanted to see their wives fucked by other men . . . or women, and men that wanted to satisfy their exhibitionist side. There were those that wanted to get what they couldn’t at home and of course those that just wanted to watch and jerk off. The women were not as easy to read. A few looked like they couldn’t get dates any other way than in an anonymous, dark sex club. Most were attractive and comfortable with their sexuality but needing something different. It was clear that within the walls of Club Eros, society’s narrow standards of acceptable sexual behavior were being pushed and stretched to their very limit.
All eyes would be on Pam, Michael, and Imani whenever they would walk in the door. Their individual attractiveness was multiplied collectively. Pam and Imani wore clothing to accentuate their delicious, dark bodies. Pam had the body of a brick shithouse. She was thick and round and packin’ in all the right places. Imani, putting away her usual Afrocentric attire, would ooze of sexuality showing off her statuesque frame. The hours Mike spent in the gym showed well in his form-fitting shirt. Mostly, they turned heads because they were so comfortable with one another.
Every man in the place had every right to be jealous of Mike. He had two incredibly sexy women that were at his disposal but secure enough with themselves to steer the ship of their own sexuality as well. It was fascinating to see them in action: kissing, touching, caressing each other openly and loving all the attention. Pam and Imani often amused themselves kissing each other while sitting on opposite sides of Michael, stroking his raging hard-on through his pants, while spectators gathered around.
On one particular night, Imani was feeling particularly daring and she pulled Michael’s dick out and began to sensually lick and suck up and down while Pamela knelt behind her to finger her. Imani could feel Pam’s heavy breasts on her back as she turned momentarily to suck those glorious nipples. Pam offered up her tits and threw her head back in ecstasy, reveling in the pleasure she was receiving.
Mike, noticing it was time to spread out and have some more room, interrupted the ladies momentarily and took them by the hand to a room where they could be more comfortable. Those that were regular spectators in the club knew to follow closely behind because the show always proved to be spectacular.
Inside the room, Pamela undressed, lay back on the bed, spread her sexy legs and began fingering herself. Mike almost couldn’t wait to taste her but he knew that it would be better to undress sooner rather than later when things tended to get more heated. The whispers and sounds of appreciation from the female onlookers made him proud of his body but it didn’t distract him from his mission. He loved eating pussy more than anything and he was damn good at it. He was enamored with a woman’s nana like a connoisseur loved a vintage Merlot. He savored every nuance of Pam’s unique taste and drank of her succulent juices.
Imani loved to watch Pam and Michael in action. She held Pam’s legs in the air as Michael’s tongue worked its magic. He ran his tongue over and over her clit, in and out of her pussy, licking and sucking her gently at times, ravenously at others. He sucked her pussy lips in his mouth and drank of her sweet juices. Time and time again he brought her to the edge of orgasm with his mouth and lips only to deny her her journey to bliss. Pamela’s conservative demeanor was nothing more than a persona she easily discarded and she made sure that Mike was getting good instructions. “ Mmmmm, lick my pussy. Oh shit. I love the way you eat me. Damn, you lick pussy better than a woman.”
“Oh really?” Imani chimed in, “let’s see about that.” She placed her legs over Pam’s head and asked Michael if she could have the honor. He moved out of the way, his face covered with juices, to watch his two lovers pleasure each other. It was virtually impossible to sit back as a spectator however. Michael began caressing the intertwining silky smooth limbs of his lovers . . . and stroking his own hardness as well. Every man that had crammed into the small room to watch was now jerking off as the two women sensually licked each other’s pussies. The moans, groans, sights, smells, and sounds of beautiful feminine lovemaking filled the room. Pam climaxed first, wrapping her legs around Imani’s head and begging her not to stop sucking her clit. Not one to disappoint, Imani drank all of her friend’s cum down and prepared to execute her own orgasm shortly thereafter. It took but a few short moments for Imani to orgasm as she sat up and rode Pam’s tongue and came hard in her mouth.
With barely a moment to catch her breath, the three began kissing each other passionately. Not one to be denied, Michael grabbed Imani and placed her across his face to taste her. Variety is, as they say, the spice of life. Pamela, needing a different level of satisfaction, climbed on Mike’s dick and slid her wet folds down on him and began using his dick like it was her own personal dildo. The two women kissed each other and caressed each other’s breasts as they were getting pleasure from Michael below. Michael worked his fingers into Imani’s ass and sent her into fits of orgasmic overload.
There was no time for rest. “Imani, you have to get some of this dick,” Pam moaned, as the three climbed higher and higher to a plane of indescribable passion. They shifted positions yet again and Imani was on her knees, looking back in desperation, begging for Michael to fuck her. He knew that his dick hit her in all the right spots when she was getting fucked doggy style so he prepared himself for a wild ride. Pam, not one to be denied, spread her legs in front of Imani and invited her girlfriend to sample her juices once again. Actually, she said something closely resembling, “make me squirt in your mouth, Imani. Suck my pussy until I shoot my cum.”
Michael eyes practically rolled back in his head as he penetrated Imani. Her pussy gripped his dick and she was so wet he could actually hear the squishing sounds as he stroked her in and out. The silky smooth walls of her pussy milked him as the curve in his dick manipulated her g-spot perfectly.
Imani was in another world. She had a dick made for her pussy inside her, fucking her rhythmically, and the phat, pink, sweetness of her lover’s pussy in her mouth. She managed to eek out, “Fuck me harder. Ohhhh yes, fuck me,” in between tongue-fucking her sexy female partner. Imani was the first to explode in orgasmic bliss, her third for the evening, which soon triggered Mike and Pam to cum as well. Moaning and groaning, fucking and sucking, they all yelled out as pleasure overtook them.
There was never any jealousy or any feelings of discomfort in the afterglow. The three shared a bond, a unique friendship that defied definition. They kissed and giggled as the crowd dissipated until the next time they would come together to share in each other’s sensual selves. Their day-to-day realities were vastly different but their connection was nothing less than rare and beautiful. Lust, it seems, makes for strange yet sexy bedfellows.
Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK
Collectively, Pam, Michael, and Imani were lovers. Not in the typical modern day scenario where the guy fulfills his varying tastes for women in different beds and the women pretend not to know of his extracurricular activities. No, once a month, these three individuals came together in a “lifestyle” club to revel in sensual exploration and erotic discovery.
It would all begin with an email, Re: Let’s get together. Pam would usually initiate the momentum and Imani and Michael would soon follow along. With the date and time finalized, the anticipation would build as the three went about their daily business knowing that the upcoming Friday night would be an exercise in hedonism.
Friday’s were the night of choice for the threesome. The club was one of the emerging alternative venues where adults came to explore their primal side. The club was usually populated with as many blacks as whites while single men, couples and adventurous single women roamed around in various degrees of arousal and undress looking for a chance to be someone that society said was taboo. There were men who wanted to see their wives fucked by other men . . . or women, and men that wanted to satisfy their exhibitionist side. There were those that wanted to get what they couldn’t at home and of course those that just wanted to watch and jerk off. The women were not as easy to read. A few looked like they couldn’t get dates any other way than in an anonymous, dark sex club. Most were attractive and comfortable with their sexuality but needing something different. It was clear that within the walls of Club Eros, society’s narrow standards of acceptable sexual behavior were being pushed and stretched to their very limit.
All eyes would be on Pam, Michael, and Imani whenever they would walk in the door. Their individual attractiveness was multiplied collectively. Pam and Imani wore clothing to accentuate their delicious, dark bodies. Pam had the body of a brick shithouse. She was thick and round and packin’ in all the right places. Imani, putting away her usual Afrocentric attire, would ooze of sexuality showing off her statuesque frame. The hours Mike spent in the gym showed well in his form-fitting shirt. Mostly, they turned heads because they were so comfortable with one another.
Every man in the place had every right to be jealous of Mike. He had two incredibly sexy women that were at his disposal but secure enough with themselves to steer the ship of their own sexuality as well. It was fascinating to see them in action: kissing, touching, caressing each other openly and loving all the attention. Pam and Imani often amused themselves kissing each other while sitting on opposite sides of Michael, stroking his raging hard-on through his pants, while spectators gathered around.
On one particular night, Imani was feeling particularly daring and she pulled Michael’s dick out and began to sensually lick and suck up and down while Pamela knelt behind her to finger her. Imani could feel Pam’s heavy breasts on her back as she turned momentarily to suck those glorious nipples. Pam offered up her tits and threw her head back in ecstasy, reveling in the pleasure she was receiving.
Mike, noticing it was time to spread out and have some more room, interrupted the ladies momentarily and took them by the hand to a room where they could be more comfortable. Those that were regular spectators in the club knew to follow closely behind because the show always proved to be spectacular.
Inside the room, Pamela undressed, lay back on the bed, spread her sexy legs and began fingering herself. Mike almost couldn’t wait to taste her but he knew that it would be better to undress sooner rather than later when things tended to get more heated. The whispers and sounds of appreciation from the female onlookers made him proud of his body but it didn’t distract him from his mission. He loved eating pussy more than anything and he was damn good at it. He was enamored with a woman’s nana like a connoisseur loved a vintage Merlot. He savored every nuance of Pam’s unique taste and drank of her succulent juices.
Imani loved to watch Pam and Michael in action. She held Pam’s legs in the air as Michael’s tongue worked its magic. He ran his tongue over and over her clit, in and out of her pussy, licking and sucking her gently at times, ravenously at others. He sucked her pussy lips in his mouth and drank of her sweet juices. Time and time again he brought her to the edge of orgasm with his mouth and lips only to deny her her journey to bliss. Pamela’s conservative demeanor was nothing more than a persona she easily discarded and she made sure that Mike was getting good instructions. “ Mmmmm, lick my pussy. Oh shit. I love the way you eat me. Damn, you lick pussy better than a woman.”
“Oh really?” Imani chimed in, “let’s see about that.” She placed her legs over Pam’s head and asked Michael if she could have the honor. He moved out of the way, his face covered with juices, to watch his two lovers pleasure each other. It was virtually impossible to sit back as a spectator however. Michael began caressing the intertwining silky smooth limbs of his lovers . . . and stroking his own hardness as well. Every man that had crammed into the small room to watch was now jerking off as the two women sensually licked each other’s pussies. The moans, groans, sights, smells, and sounds of beautiful feminine lovemaking filled the room. Pam climaxed first, wrapping her legs around Imani’s head and begging her not to stop sucking her clit. Not one to disappoint, Imani drank all of her friend’s cum down and prepared to execute her own orgasm shortly thereafter. It took but a few short moments for Imani to orgasm as she sat up and rode Pam’s tongue and came hard in her mouth.
With barely a moment to catch her breath, the three began kissing each other passionately. Not one to be denied, Michael grabbed Imani and placed her across his face to taste her. Variety is, as they say, the spice of life. Pamela, needing a different level of satisfaction, climbed on Mike’s dick and slid her wet folds down on him and began using his dick like it was her own personal dildo. The two women kissed each other and caressed each other’s breasts as they were getting pleasure from Michael below. Michael worked his fingers into Imani’s ass and sent her into fits of orgasmic overload.
There was no time for rest. “Imani, you have to get some of this dick,” Pam moaned, as the three climbed higher and higher to a plane of indescribable passion. They shifted positions yet again and Imani was on her knees, looking back in desperation, begging for Michael to fuck her. He knew that his dick hit her in all the right spots when she was getting fucked doggy style so he prepared himself for a wild ride. Pam, not one to be denied, spread her legs in front of Imani and invited her girlfriend to sample her juices once again. Actually, she said something closely resembling, “make me squirt in your mouth, Imani. Suck my pussy until I shoot my cum.”
Michael eyes practically rolled back in his head as he penetrated Imani. Her pussy gripped his dick and she was so wet he could actually hear the squishing sounds as he stroked her in and out. The silky smooth walls of her pussy milked him as the curve in his dick manipulated her g-spot perfectly.
Imani was in another world. She had a dick made for her pussy inside her, fucking her rhythmically, and the phat, pink, sweetness of her lover’s pussy in her mouth. She managed to eek out, “Fuck me harder. Ohhhh yes, fuck me,” in between tongue-fucking her sexy female partner. Imani was the first to explode in orgasmic bliss, her third for the evening, which soon triggered Mike and Pam to cum as well. Moaning and groaning, fucking and sucking, they all yelled out as pleasure overtook them.
There was never any jealousy or any feelings of discomfort in the afterglow. The three shared a bond, a unique friendship that defied definition. They kissed and giggled as the crowd dissipated until the next time they would come together to share in each other’s sensual selves. Their day-to-day realities were vastly different but their connection was nothing less than rare and beautiful. Lust, it seems, makes for strange yet sexy bedfellows.
Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK
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I loved this and it gave me thoughts of wanting my husband and best friend together. I cannot see to get enough of these stories. It is like you are in my head pulling out thoughts I have.
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