“Miss, may I have this dance?” Jim asked as he extended his hand towards Cynthia, a smile on his face.
Cynthia felt herself getting all misty, knowing what Jim had just done. ‘Unchained Melody’ was the first song they danced to at their real wedding, twenty-five years ago. She took his hand as he led her onto the dance floor and took her in his arms, holding her close.
“Happy anniversary, darling,” he said to her softly as he kissed her ear.
“Oh honey, I love you so much,” Cynthia replied, barely able to hold in the tears as she kissed Jim back.
“I’m so happy you’re enjoying yourself here. I wanted this to be just what you wanted, and I think it has been.”
“It has, it has,” Cynthia gushed, her arms circled around Jim’s neck. “It’s better than I ever dreamed it could be. I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me.”
“You deserve it, sweetheart, and I only want you to be happy. You don’t know how much it fills my heart to see you like this. I don’t think you’ve stopped smiling since we got here.”
“I’ve loved every second of it, and I’ve got you to thank for that. I’m so glad you found this place. With your help, it’s given me everything I ever wanted, everything I ever needed.”
“I’m glad, dear, I’m so glad,” Jim said as he pulled her close, Cynthia resting her head on his shoulder as they danced the rest of the song.
When it was over, another slow song came on. It had just started when Cynthia saw Dontae walk up and tap Jim on the shoulder.
“Do you mind if I dance with your new bride?” the big black man asked, his low powerful voice pulsing right through Cynthia as she looked up at him.
“Not at all,” Jim said as he stepped back.
Dontae moved into his place, gathering Cynthia into his arms as they started to dance. He moved more gracefully than Cynthia could have ever imagined. They’d only been dancing for a short time when she felt his hands slide down over her bare back before they came to rest on her curvy bum.
“You look so beautiful today, Miss Cynthia,” Dontae said, “a gorgeous, sexy bride, who deserves the best wedding night possible.”
Cynthia could only gasp as Dontae lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, his full lips pressed hotly to hers as his tongue feathered into her mouth. With the initial surprise over, Cynthia rolled her tongue against his thick one, remembering how big and thick his cock was, and how wonderful it had felt to have it in her mouth. With his massive body enveloping hers, Cynthia found herself enthusiastically kissing him back, her arms around his neck pulling him closer.
As the song continued and they moved against each other in a primal rhythm, they continued to kiss, getting more passionate with each other. Cynthia could feel her pussy starting to weep as Dontae’s hand slid from her bum up the front of her dress until he was cupping one of her round heavy breasts.
Cynthia felt a pang of guilt for a second and drew back from the kiss as she glanced over at Jim seated next to June and Robert at their table. She knew she had a questioning look in her eyes and was happy to see Jim give her a knowing smile at the same time as he nodded in her direction. “There it is,” Cynthia thought as she looked at Jim, “that look of permission again.” With a quick smile in return, Cynthia turned her attention back to Dontae, pulling him in for another hot kiss. She pulled him even closer as he mauled her breasts, his big hands barely able to hold the big round spheres. Cynthia ground her midsection against him, feeling his monstrous cock stiffening against her through his pants.
In the heat of the moment, Cynthia hadn’t noticed that Dontae was moving her across the dance floor until she backed into the wall, where he pressed himself against her. He broke one of their kisses and she saw him nod to the side. Seconds later, she felt more hands on her. Looking to each side, she saw two black men reaching down and grabbing her behind her thighs, just above the knees. She gasped as they lifted her up off the ground as they pressed her back against the wall, each one holding a knee up high, and then they drew her legs apart.
Cynthia was breathing raggedly as she watched Dontae working at the front of his pants, and then, in the flickering light of the dance club, she saw his monstrous prick come forth, the dark knob engorged and menacing looking. Like a savage beast, he pushed her dress well up and moved in on her, the huge knob of his cock pressing against the slick lips of her juicy cunt. Cynthia felt the heat of him as the big, flared crown slid between her gooey lips, his stiff cock stretching those soft petals as they adhered to the massive head in a loving kiss. And then he flexed.
“OH FUCKKKKK!!!” Cynthia groaned loudly, closing her eyes as she bumped her head against the wall behind her.
Working with the two men holding her, Dontae kept driving forward as they lifted her parted legs higher into the air, opening her right up for him.
“OH GOD… SO BIG… SO FUCKING BIG…” Cynthia bawled as the big black man filled her cunt mercilessly, his powerful hips sending every inch way up inside her until he touched bottom, his shaven groin pressed against hers.
“OH FUCK… I’M COMING… I’M… AAAAHHHHHH,” Cynthia moaned like a wounded animal as she climaxed, her body convulsing and twitching like a high-tension wire snapped in two. She was coming so hard she could feel her teeth grinding together as she shook and spasmed, spraying warm cunt-honey all over Dontae’s midsection. She came for a long time, the men on either side of her struggling to hold onto her gyrating form.
“That’s the way, Miss Cynthia, let it go,” she heard Dontae say over the pulsing music once her shaking started to slow. Her eyes were closed as she breathed deep, fighting to recover, knowing Dontae was just getting started.
Through hooded eyes, she saw him reach forward and start mauling her tits through her dress, and then he slowly drew back. His gigantic prick slid back until only the apple-sized crown remained inside her, and then he hammered it full length into her in one vicious thrust, slamming her against the wall as he started to fuck her.
“OH FUCK… OH FUCK… OH FUCK…” Cynthia was moaning and groaning with every savage stroke, her body totally surrendering to the intense sensations his enormous cock was causing to shoot through her. She didn’t know how she did it, but her arms were now around the shoulders of the two men holding her against the wall. She could feel one hand of each beneath her bum, while their other hand kept her legs pulled widely apart.
Fast songs were playing now, and Dontae was fucking her to the pulsing beat as he drove his hips back and forth, feeding every last inch into her over and over.
“OH GOD… NOT… NOT AGAIN!” Cynthia growled as she came again, twisting and flexing like a person possessed as waves of sheer ecstasy roared through her. She could feel herself slobbering, totally out of control, but she wouldn’t have changed a second of it. Having Dontae inside her and taking her like this in front of everyone had Cynthia’s libido soaring. The pure illicitness of what was happening was more arousing than she thought possible.
“YESSSSSS!” Dontae roared as he slammed his huge prick home one last time and held it there.