Closure Part Two


   The Philly threesome, as we referred to it, had turned my beautiful wife
into a sexual dynamo.  At forty I'm still usually good to go, but she was
fast wearing me down.  I knew for a certainty that I was going to have to
find some help.  One cock just wasn't going to do it.



   Lori and I got together and wrote down some rules, maybe guidelines
would better define it.  No close friends, no married guys, looks.not
important, but cleanliness was, cock size, according to Lori was
immaterial, but if he was big it was fine.  Education wasn't a big factor,
but he had to be able to talk in complete sentences.  A little chubbiness
was okay.  Lori said that while patting my tiny, almost unnoticeable, gut.
Hey, give me a break.  Some chest muscle migrated south.  Color wasn't
important.  Lori said she would like to try a black man if he met the other
qualifications and was a gentleman.



   Along with the other things, Lori absolutely forbad me to use the
internet.  She felt that was a tacky way to find men.  I complained that
she was tying my hands, big time.  I found myself looking at every man I
came across as a potential candidate.  Considered and rejected.  Some were
rejected because of the guidelines and a couple were rejected because I
didn't know how to approach them.  You can't just walk up to some stranger
and asked him to fuck your wife.  At least I couldn't.  I tried to place
myself in the other guy's shoes.  How would I respond to that approach? 
Yeah, that would defiantly fall into the too good to be true category.



   One of the other partners in my law firm throws an annual Fourth of July
bash.  George has a big swimming pool and I like to go to his parties just
to show my wife off.  I imagine the other wives would prefer she didn't
wear a bikini or any swim suit for that matter.  Some of the other women at
George's parties aren't too hard on the eyes so I always went.  George's
parties start early and end late, as a rule.



   When Lori and I arrived shortly after lunch, the party was in full
swing. Good ol' George was already two-thirds wasted.  He usually made it
to mid-afternoon before he found a place to crash and burn.



   I got a cold beer and found a good watching place under the patio cover.
I knew the instant Lori came out.  The conversations tapered off and all
the men and most of the women watched her stroll out wearing a fire engine
red bikini.  Some of the drunker men made off-color remarks which Lori
smiled at and kept swaying on.



   My Lori knows she has a killer body and doesn't mind showing it off. 
She was also keenly aware that the guys had their eyes glued on her.  I
knew exactly what she was going to do next.  She would go to the edge,
balance on one foot and test the water.  Then she would casually, as if she
were alone, stroll along the side, her hips swaying, to the deep end and
step up on the diving board.  She would walk out to the end of the diving
board and look down at the water a moment or two.  Then she was go back to
the other end, get into a diving stance, and take a couple of deep breaths.
Watching Lori take deep breaths is a lot of fun.  Then almost like a
culmination of her every move to that point, she would take a couple long
steps and execute a perfect swan dive.  The applause would still be going
on when she surfaced.  That was exactly how she did it that day except the
applause was a bit more sustained and there were a couple cheers.



   I grinned watching her swim to the ladder and come out of the water.  I
wondered how many women there called her a bitch.  Actually not very many
because most of the women we know like Lori.  It must be hard on them, but
Lori is always sweet to everybody.



   Since I worked with or otherwise knew the guys, I wasn't bothering to
check them for possible fun and games.  In fact, I put my quest on the back
burner for the duration of the party.  That was why I missed him.



   Him, being a tall dark skinned black man who apparently arrived while I
was asleep at the switch.  I heard a woman sitting beside Ruth, George's
better and a lot more sober half, ask who the hunk was.  I looked to see
who she was talking about.  Ruth sit up and looked in the directing the
woman was rudely pointing.



   "That's Aaron Green," Ruth said with a giggle.  "He's black, not green."
Ruth apparently was a tad more drunk then I supposed.  "He's a potential
cline of the firm.  He's here checking us out."



   I watched the big black man mingle with the others for a while.  He was
getting the glad-hand by all partners and associates.



   "Daddy, buy me that," Lori said in my ear.  I hadn't seen her approach.
"I like." I didn't even have to ask to know or what she was talking about.
"Do you know who he is?"



   "I heard Ruth tell the brassy blonde that his name is Aaron Green," I
answered.  "Lawyer shopping apparently."



   "Then go get him, dummy," Lori said laughing.  "Tell him you're with me.
It might help." I knew she was kidding but it did give me an idea.  I
needed a beer anyway.



   "Hi, " I said to the man when he was temporarily unmolested by the other
shysters.  "I'm Paul Black.  I'm sleeping with the brunette in the red
bikini.  Buy you a beer?" He looked around me and I almost laughed when his
eyes widened when he saw who I was talking about.



   "Sure, why not?" he said dragging his eyes back toward me with obvious
effort.  "I never turn down a free beer." I steered him to the huge ice
filled beer cooler.  I noticed some crude person put some diet colas in it.




   "Name your poison, Bud lite or high octane Bud?" He selected regular
weight Bud and I started to take Bud lite as usual and changed my mind and
also got regular Bud.  Amazing what I'm willing to sacrifice for the firm.



   "Attorney?" he asked after the silent toast.



   "Yep, I'm the Black in Adams, Beeler, Gold, and Black.  At your service.
Sorry, heel clicking doesn't work well barefooted." He laughed at my humor
but his eyes drifted back to Lori.  "Wife, I assume?" he said.



   "Don't hate me because I'm lucky," I said, "but yeah."



   "You are incredibly lucky," he said.  "If you slipped and fell here, who
would you want for your attorney?"



   "Me," I answered promptly.  "Of course it's not a good idea to represent
yourself in any lawsuit.  Also wouldn't do me any good to sue, because
George has this house in some Cayman Island name.  Sneaky bastard." That
got a big laugh out of him.  The other attorneys saw that Aaron and I were
getting along so they left us alone.  They knew good ol' Paul would land
the fish.



   I grabbed us a beer to go and led him back poolside.  Lori was back on
the diving board putting on the Lori Show for the guys.  This time she
executed a perfect jack-knife entering the water with nary a splash.



   "Very nice," Aaron Green said.  Hell, I knew he wasn't just referring to
the dive.



   "When she comes out, I'll introduce you," I offered.



   "I don't know about that," he said in mock reluctance.  "Just be eating
my heart out."



   "Aw, you never know," I said jovially "You might just get lucky." That
remark got me a quick probing look.  Lori came out shaking the water out of
her ears.  Lori shaking anything is a sight to behold.  I made the
introductions and she tool a lounge chair beside Aaron.



   "Are you a client, Mister Green?" she innocently asked.



   "I'm Aaron and I'm giving it serious consideration," he said.  "Now,
anyway," he added with a smile.  I tried to think if business acquaintance
was on our list of rules.  I was pretty sure it wasn't but I'd check when I
had a chance.



   "Oh?" Lori said with a cute smile at him.  "I don't know a thing about
the law, but my husband is actually Super Shyster.  He's slumming today,"
she said in a confidential whisper.  That got a big laugh from Aaron Green.
However, I'm almost positive he was ready to laugh at nearly anything she
uttered.  Lori has that effect on men.



   "Paul," Lori said leaning forward to get her sights on me.  "While
you're up would you get me some of the munchies Ruth prepared?" Yeah right.
Ruth hadn't been in a kitchen in fifteen years, but she has the number for
several good caterers.  "Get Paul some too, would you dear?" Of course
Ma'am whatever your heart desires, I thought.  I took our unopened beers to
exchange for colder ones.  I didn't want to waste a trip.



   While I was at the buffet table I helped myself to some really unhealthy
looking snacks.  Fuck the quacks.  I'm healthy as a horse and can run
nearly as fast.  Okay that last part isn't true.  I took my time, letting
Lori soften Aaron Green up.  Actually I figured he was getting mellow on
one end and hard on the other end.  I saw him trying unsuccessfully not to
look down her top.  Fat chance of that happening, me bucko.  I would defy
any healthy, normal man not to look.  I always looked and I could see them
uncovered anytime I wanted.



   What kind of man would use his wife to get a client?  I suppose the same
sort of man who would take his wife the Philadelphia and let another man
fuck her.over and over.  Actually I had all the clients I could take care
of and even if he signed up with us, I'd farm him out to one of the
associates.  No, this wasn't business.  It was pleasure, or hopefully would
be.



   When I delivered the goodies to Aaron and Lori I noticed that in my
absents their chairs had gotten closer and they were having a animated
conversation.



   "Paul, I have him softened up, whip out a contract and get his
signature," Lori said as I approached.  "He's ripe for the plucking."



   "That's plucking good news." I replied.  Aaron laughed at my repartee



   "Actually," Aaron said taking the plate of snacks from me.  "Your firm
comes highly recommended, and I'm tired of looking.  Lori is right, I'm
ripe.  Where do I sign?"



   "Call the office in a couple of days and make an appointment.  What is
it you do, Aaron?" I asked.  There some client we really don't want to
represent.



   "I'm mainly an investor," he answered.  "I have a couple of small
enterprises.  I want a law firm to keep me on the straight and narrow."



   "Ol' George don't look like it today, but he is a top notch corporate
attorney.  I'm sure you'll find him to be more than satisfactory," I said.



   "What about yourself?" he asked.



   "Unless you get arrested or under suspicion for some crime, I can't do
much for you.  I'm a litigator.  I specialize in criminal cases.  You are
not in any trouble in that area are you?" He laughed and shook his head.



   "No, I'm clean.  I'll call George Adams Monday and get it going," he
said.  "How long do these parties usually last?"



   "The last drunk is hauled off sometime around midnight," Lori said. 
"You're not leaving are you?"



   "Well, I found out what I needed to know," he answered her.  "I did
mention to a couple of friends that we might do something tonight."



   "Something?  What could be better than drinking someone's beer and
eating their food for free?" Lori asked.  "Oh, you mean a lady friend?"



   "That was what I was hoping for," Aaron answered with a grin.  "Sometime
during the night getting lucky.  A couple of my unsavory buddies and I were
going to a club and do the meat market search thing."



   "So, you're unattached?" Lori inquired.  He said he was unencumbered at
the moment.  My wife is a great interrogator.  "What do you do at the
club?"



   "Look for a woman," he answered with a grin.  "Hopefully one for each of
us or some workable combination.  Does this party get any livelier?"



   "No, not really," I said to get back into the conversation.  "Drunker
for sure and maybe one of the associate's wife or girlfriend will lose
their top, but that's about it, I'm afraid."



   "Any chance you'll lose your top?" Aaron asked Lori.



   "Maybe, but it's tied pretty tight," she answered giggling.  "I'm sure
it will come off somewhere, sometime, but not here."



   "Any idea where or when?" The conversation had gotten to a higher level
of flirting.



   "My house," Lori answered looking directly at him.  "Later today.  Do
you plan on being there?" I had to marvel at my brazen slut-wife.



   "Am I invited?" he asked looking back at me.



   "Of course," I answered.  "That's something you wouldn't want to miss."



   "You're right," he said slowly turning his head back toward Lori.  "I
certainly wouldn't want to miss that.  Who all might be there?" I started
to say just the three of us but Lori was ready for the question.



   "Me," she said counting on her fingers.  "Paul.  You.  And." she let her
answer fade away.



   "And?" Aaron prompted.



   "Whoever you invite," she answered frankly.  "A small group, I would
assume."



   "Like my two friends?" Lori nodded.  "Did I mention they are slightly
unsavory?" She nodded again.  "Well, Lon and Snake do like a good show.  It
will be a good show, won't it?" Lori smiled and nodded.  "It's two-thirty
now, what time does the show start?"



   "What about six o'clock?" Lori said.  "Paul, why don't you give Aaron
the directions to our house?" she got up and bent down to get her towel,
showing him a lot of cleavage.  Aaron got a good preview of coming
attractions.  He watched her glide away.



   "Paul, am I reading this right?' he asked me.



   "I would suspect so," I answered.  "Lori is a woman who knows what she
likes and apparently she saw something she likes."



   "Yeah, I got that," he said.  "But the part about inviting my friends
has me a bit confused.  Lon and Snake are both black and both are a little
rough around the edges.  It could get lively, if you get my meaning.  Is
she ready for that?" I assured him I got his meaning.  I also assured him
that Lori was up to the challenge.  I told him where we lived and he left
say he would see us about six.  I went to find Lori.

   ***



   "Are you sure?" I asked Lori.  We left the party pretty soon after Aaron
did.  "Are you ready to take on four men?"



   "I've been giving the gang-bang idea a lot of thought lately.  When
Aaron mention his two friends, I actually got wet thinking about it.  Yeah,
honey, I'm ready." I wasn't convinced she was, but there was only one way
to find out.  I asked her how she was going to play it.



   "By ear," she answered with a giggle.  "I thought I'd do a striptease
and see where that took things."



   "I suspect it will take things to where you get fucked," I said "A lot
of fucking," I added.  I wasn't trying to talk her out of it.  I was eager
to watch Lori in a gang-bang.  I, also, had been thinking a lot about a
gang-bang for her.



   Lon and Snake were rough around the edges, on top, on bottom, and in the
middle.  Lon was a huge man well over three hundred pounds and not much of
it was fat.  He carried his bulk well because he was also tall.  Six-five
or six-six.  Snake, on the other hand was short, maybe five two or three
and he was slim.  Snake was also one mean looking dude.  He had a long
jagged scar down one side of his face and apparently the cut hadn't been
taken care of.  He had hooded eyes and he stared at me coldly.



   "What time is the show?' Snake asked in a deep voice.  "Where's the
pussy?"



   "Yeah, man," Lon said.  "Aaron said we'd get to see a white chick's
tits. Where are the tits, man?" Aaron seemed amused by his friends.  I
counseled patience and took them to the living room.  Lori and I had
arranged the sofas at an angle.  I showed the men where to sit.  Lon
spotted the video camera.



   "Man," he said softly, "My fucking face better not show up anywhere.  I
ain't a fuckin' movie star." I assured him that it was for our private use
only.  I got them all a beer and put on the music.  Show time!



   Lori danced into the room.  A slow sensuous dance that got all of our
attention immediately.  My heart was racing like mad and my mouth was dry.
She was going through with it.  There had been a little doubt in my mind.



   She was wearing a long flowing gauzy black gown and when she moved
passed the windows the light shown through it giving us a tantalizing
silhouette of her luscious body.  The music disk was one I made for us a
long time ago and she had danced for me many times.



   Lori gracefully moved back to the center between the two sofas.  She
danced directly in front of each of our guests, swaying to the music.  When
the music changed to a faster beat she picked up the tempo.  She pulled the
gown back exposing a black teddy.



   "God damn!" Snake said.  "That's some hot piece of ass!"



   "Yeah man.  That's prime pussy, all right," Lon chimed in.  Lori smile
and turned lifting the gown to show her pretty ass to the men.  Aaron
watched her with rapt attention smiling slightly.



   The music changed into a long bass and drum number.  A deep throbbing,
almost jungle-like piece.  Perfect, I thought, considering the three black
men watching.  When the robe came off, Lon and Snake got more vocal.



   "Man, look at that prime piece of white pussy!" Lon said.  He punched
Snake on the arm.  "You are one luck son of a bitch." I wonder about that
statement.  Why was Snake any luckier than the rest of us?  He solved the
mystery.



   "Yeah I always win the first shot at a new bitch's cunt," Snake said
proudly.  "I'm goina love shoving my blacksnake in her holes, for sure."
They drew straws?



   Lori danced back around and slowly let one strap fall.  Then the other
one.  The top of the teddy fell almost exposing her areolas.  Both Snake
and Lon were encouraging her to show her tits.  She did as they demanded.
She let the top fall away giving them, me, and the video camera a great
view of her big breasts.



   Snake stopped rubbing his crotch and unzipped his fly.  Lon followed
suit.  I'm sure Lori could describe their equipment perfectly.  Like a lot
of men, I don't stare at other men's dicks, but I had to stare at the thing
Snake pulled out of his pants.  It did look like a blacksnake.  Lon's dick
was about average.  Maybe six inches and medium thick.  Snake was packing
at least nine inches of thick black meat.  That fact was not lost on Lori.
Her eyes were glued to the big black cock he stroked.



   Lori picked up the pace of her stripping.  Apparently she was now in a
hurry to get to the next stage of things.  She unsnapped the teddy between
her legs and pulled it up exposing her pussy.



   "Get your white ass over here and give me some head, bitch," Snake
growled.  The music stopped and Lori glanced at Aaron and got his nod of
approval, went to Snake and dropped to her knees.  She took the man's cock
in her trembling hand.  I don't know if it trembled from passion or fear.
It was by far the largest cock she had ever seen.



   Lori lowered her head and licked the tip of Snake's cock.  Then she
opened her mouth and took as much of it as she could into her warm mouth.
Snake moaned.



   "You're a good cocksucking slut," Snake said after a few minutes of her
oral service.  "I'm gonna fuck you with that blacksnake.  You want it in
your white cunt?" Her mouth came off of his rigid cock with a loud plop.



   "Yesss,' she hissed.  "Fuck me with your blacksnake." He pushed her back
and stood to drop his pants.



   "Get your ass up here and get some snake," he said sitting back down.  I
zoomed the camera in as she straddled him her back to us.  I got a great
shot of his cock going inside her wet pussy.  Lori eased herself down
slowly on him.  His massive rod slowly disappeared inside her.  One inch at
a time.  I could heard her ragged breathing and her soft groan of pleasure
as she descended downward.  She jerked hard as she had an orgasm.  She
jerked again when she was all the way down on his cock.  She was sobbing
loudly.  For a few moments she sat completely still just savoring the
moment.



   "Oh God, he's big!" she said in a high pitch voice.  "I'm stuffed!"
After a full two minutes she moved, bringing her butt up a few inches and
settling back down.  She did it again, going a little higher.  That brought
her another orgasm and more sobbing.



   A naked Lon reached over and grabbed her breast, squeezing her nipple
causing her to moan loudly.



   "Get your ass to shaking, cunt," Lon said, jerking her nipple hard. 
"I'm next and I ain't waiting all day." Lori begun to rise higher and
higher on the big black cock.  I relocated the video camera to get a
straight-on view of his black cock working her white pussy.  She was in a
constant orgasm by them.



   "Don't cum in her twat," Lon told Snake.  "Plenty of time for that after
I eat her box."



   "Better get her off me then," Snake said his voice strained.  "I'm about
to shoot-off."



   The big man jumped up and lifted Lori off of Snake's cock and while
holding her aloft rammed his cock in her from behind.  Lori made a loud
woofing sound as the giant seated his hard black cock in her.  He put her
down on her knees on the sofa, her head hanging over the back and he
commenced to rapidly plow his cock in and out of her.  Lori was screaming
and jabbering incoherently The only word I understood was "fuck".



   Aaron got up and went behind the sofa presenting her his cock to suck.
Aaron was packing a cock more like my own, but darker.  Having his cock in
her mouth quieted Lori down some.  Now it was a muffled moaning and
grunting.



   Lon turned Lori's pussy over to Aaron, but only after warning him not to
cum in her.  Apparently Lon was a muff diver.  That came a bit later after
they all took another turn with her and when we got to a bed.



   Watching the three men fuck my wife had my cock so hard I was afraid to
even touch it.  I knew if I did I would cum.  I tied to concentrate on
capturing it all on tape.  I was glad the camera was on the tripod. 
Otherwise everything would have been blurry from my shaking hands.



   Watching three men fuck your wife is.something else.  I can't describe
it.  After they got Lori on the bed, Lon ate her to a bunch of racking
climaxes.  Then they started fucking her again.  This time, Lon's appetite
satisfied, they didn't hesitate to shoot-off in her.  My wife was fucked
continually for over an hour.  They finally let her go shower and clean
their cum from her.  While Lori cleaned herself the three of them drank
some more beer and talked about how good her pussy was.



   "You going to get some of your wife's cunt, sport?" Snake asked me.  I
told him I would have some later.  He laughed.  "Might not be any left when
we get through."



   "I thought you were through," I muttered.



   "Shit, we just getting' started," Lon said, laughing at my stupidity. 
"I'm betting she can't take Snake's rod in her ass."



   "I'll take that bet," Aaron said.  "That gal is a player." They settled
on a hundred dollars as the wager.  I wasn't sure any woman could take a
cock that size in her ass.  Thirty minutes later Aaron was a hundred bucks
richer.  Lori took everything Snake had to offer in every orifice .  It
wasn't easy, but she managed.  She took all their cocks in her before the
night was over.  They called it making her airtight.  Aaron was in her ass,
Snake in her pussy, and Lon in her mouth.  I had to reload the video camera
twice before the gang-bang was over.



   My wife was simply a fucking machine.  Too much wasn't even close to
enough.  Lori never looked more beautiful or more sexy.  They left about
ten that night.  Lori was still wanting more, so I took her back to bed and
fucked her.  She drifted off to sleep, tired but happy.  The last thing she
said as she drifted off was that she wanted to do it again and soon.  I
assured her we would get more closure, but she was fast asleep.  I went to
sleep wondering why we had waited twenty years.