An Evening at Home - The Opening Night, Chapter I - Sex Stories

An Evening at Home - The Opening Night, Chapter I

I sipped my scotch, waiting for my wife to finish dressing and come downstairs. I wore slacks and a Polo shirt, and my soft mocs. I sifted through a small stack of porn videos, searching for just the right one to create the proper ambiance for the evening. “Okay, I’m ready, I think," I heard my wife say as she descended the stairs to our livening room. Her high heels clicked on the wood floor as she made her way around the corner to the brightly lit room. She looked stunning in a sheer, silvery blouse, unbuttoned to just under her bust line. Her half-cup bra was pushing up her sexy c-cup tits with half of each nipple showing, easily visible in the fairly open blouse. Her skirt barely fell below the tops of her hose and her black high heels matched her hose and skirt. “I hope this meets with your approval,” Linda commented wryly. I knew she was not happy with my idea of repayment for her dalliance for the past few months. “You look fuckin’ hot, babe," I commented as I groped her ass, lifting the back hem of her skirt, feeling her bare ass. “Nice, you left off your panties.” “You told me too,” she added in the same tone. “Are you really going to video me this evening?” She noticed the video camera sitting on the tripod in the corner. “Of course, my dear. I want to relive this evening again and again.” I continued to grope her ass, and then she moved away, heading to the kitchen where she poured herself a glass of white wine. “So, who is coming to this party, all of your ...

... photographer buddies?” “Actually none of my photographer buddies. I think you will be quite pleased at the friends I have coming over.” My luck held, the doorbell rang, so the party would start very soon. “You need to be a gracious hostess and go greet our guests," I directed her. She surprised me by kind of checking herself, adjusting her skirt, and making sure her top was open an inappropriate amount, and showing a good amount of cleavage. “Damn, babe. Your hubby was right. You are one hot number, glad we came over," I heard my friend Rodney comment as the door closed. Linda walked in from the hall on Rodney’s arm, with two more of his black friends right behind. Linda did not look real happy at the fact that there were three black males in the room, obviously for the party in which she would be the entertainment. I could tell by their movements to three black males were groping my wife as they stood and chatted while around the bar counter separating the kitchen from the living area. I served all of the guys a beer, and my wife a glass of white wine. They continued to press close to her as I stood in the kitchen area, the four of them on the other side of the counter. The doorbell rang again and my wife extricated herself from their group groping and went to the front door, returning with three more muscular black males and a frown on her face. We all headed into the living room, with two of the black males having their arms around her waist, standing on either side of Linda. I ...