We made small talk during the ride and when we got to the ballroom we found that we were not even close to being the first to arrive. Most of the girls from our Tuesday night group were already there and they had saved us places at their table. Bart and Troy were not happy about that, preferring to have a table of their own, but Lily wouldn’t hear of it. It was weird seeing them with their husbands and boyfriends and as I was introduced I was amused at some of the things that went through my mind.
“I know how big your cock is.”
“I know something you don’t know. I know your wife was on somebody else’s back seat on Tuesday.”
I was surprised to see Anna there alone. Although I’d never heard a word from her about her husband she was wearing wedding rings. When I asked her where he was she gave a short bark of a laugh. “The asshole left me three years ago for a young bimbo he worked with. I keep the rings to remind me that all men are assholes and can’t be trusted. Look at you. Your hubby is in New York fucking his secretary; the guys that the girls are fucking on Tuesday night are all wearing rings. Even Lily’s husband is fucking around on her with you. All men are assholes.”
“Lily’s husband isn’t.”
“The hell he isn’t. He’s cheating on her with you.”
“You can’t blame him for that. I caught him in the shower and I was sucking his cock before he even knew what was happening. Even a Saint wouldn’t have pushed me away.”
The evening turned out to be pretty much what I expected. I danced with every man at the table much to Troy’s irritation. When he got me on the dance floor he asked, “Have I done something wrong? Did I say something I shouldn’t have? Do I have bad breath?”
“Goodness no, why would you say that?”
“Well, even though you are my date you have been avoiding spending time with me.”
Well I damned sure wasn’t going to tell him that it was because he was a nigger and I was a racist so I went with what had worked in the past.
“I’m sorry. I never should have let Lily talk me into this. I am a married woman and I’m just not comfortable doing this.”
“You don’t seem to have a problem with the other men you are dancing with.”
“That’s different. That’s something I would do even if my husband were here at the table. This is different. I’m here with you on a date and I shouldn’t be doing it while I’m still married. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just not good company.”
“Are you sure that it’s not because I’m black?”
“Don’t be silly, of course not.”
“Prove it” and he stopped dancing.
“What?”
“I said prove it” and he pointed up and I saw he has stopped under the mistletoe. Oh God I thought, don’t let great-great granddad be looking down from Heaven and I offered up my lips to Troy. I expected a quick peck on the lips, but Troy was out to either prove or disprove something and he pressed his lips to mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth. Over his shoulder I saw everyone at the table watching us and it was as if everyone there was testing me. Sorry mama, forgive me daddy – I frenched Troy back. The kiss was longer and a lot steamier than either of us had expected and when we broke I had to shake my head to clear it, “Oh my” I said breathlessly. Troy walked me back to the table and I saw Lily smiling at me and I could hear her liberal mind at work, “See? It wasn’t so bad, now was it? And it didn’t rub off either.”
After that the evening changed. Troy and I had set the bar and now everyone had to dance over to the mistletoe. The level of drinking went up, the dances got faster and every man at the table got me under the mistletoe at one time or another and every one of them shoved their tongue down my throat. The drinks and the heavy necking were having an effect on me and the only way I can explain what happened next to say I must have lost my fucking mind. Anna was making a play for Troy, or at least I thought she was, and it pissed me off. The fucking slut was trying to steal my man! I know, I know, Troy was black and I was a racist and I was a man besides – what can I say? I already said I must have lost my fucking mind. The next time I danced with Troy I said, “You seem to be getting over me pretty well.”
“Well, she is an interesting woman.”
“What am I, chopped liver?”
“Well, you are married.”
“Separated.”
“Whatever. You seemed uncomfortable with the situation and I was just honoring your wishes.”
“Yeah? Well that was then and this is now.” We were under the mistletoe and I pulled him to a stop and gave him a kiss that should have melted his shoes. He smiled, “Does this mean something?”
“I don’t know baby, the night is still young.”
I spent the rest of the night dancing with Troy and throwing dirty looks at Anna. Lily and I made several trips to the ladies room to freshen our make up and one time she said, “Is some one I know going to have a black cock in his mouth tonight?”
“Don’t be silly.”
“I don’t know. You seem to be pretty possessive.” I blotted my lips and she said, “I’m going to have some black cock tonight. Can my bigoted baby handle that? You up to seeing a big black sausage sliding into your lily white wife?” I didn’t answer. “Okay baby, I’ll do him in another room while you talk to Troy on the couch.”
At midnight they counted down the seconds and Troy made his way over to me and embraced me. The kiss was the hottest of the night and lasted longer than any of the others had. Lily and Bart came over and Lily said, “Let’s take this party to someplace more private. In the Limo Lily didn’t waste any time. She got Bart’s cock out, stroked it a couple of times, smiled at me and said to Bart, “This is what you wanted when you asked me out, right?” He smiled at her and she lowered her head and started sucking his cock. I sat there watching her white face bob up and down on that chocolate colored stick and wondered how in the hell a white woman could allow herself to do something like that.
I was staring at Lily with rapt attention and I hadn’t noticed that Troy had taken his cock out. The first I was aware of it was when he put my hand on it. I was going to jerk my hand away, but I saw Lily looking at me and her eyes said, “I dare you.” I looked from her to Troy’s cock, back at her and then back down to Troy’s cock and then up at Troy’s face and then back down at what I was holding. I had unconsciously started stroking him and when a drop of pre-cum had come out I looked at Lily and then I lowered my head and licked the pre-cum off of him. I stared at his cock from only inches away as I slowly jacked him off. I looked up at Troy, “I’m still married. I’ll do this for you, but nothing else. All I ask is that you keep your hands to yourself.” He nodded a yes and I took one last look at Lily and took him in my mouth and I could almost feel the earth shake as all of my dead relatives rolled over in their graves.
As happened almost every time I ended up with a cock in my mouth all thoughts of every thing else went away and all I could think of was making the recipient of the blow job think that he was the luckiest man in the world. His color, the fact that I wasn’t even a woman, all meant nothing. All that existed was his cock, my mouth and my desire to give him head that he would remember for the rest of his life. On the seat opposite Lily had finished Bart and she sat next to him fondling his cock as she intently watched her man, her racist husband, give a blow job to a nigger. Her liberal soul must have rejoiced at the sight and she started crooning, “Come on baby, make him cum. Make him cum baby’ and I felt the signs that Troy was ready. I pushed down on him with my mouth and clamped my lips tight and he exploded against the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop and then licked him clean before tucking him back into his pants. “Sweet Jesus baby” Troy said, “That was something else.” Lily smiled at me and I stared down at the floor aghast at what I had just done.