Zane's Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3 (24 page)

So my amnesia had the potential to ruin my marriage if I was going to be prudent. I wasn’t feeling sexually free at all, but I wanted to be myself, and would try to dig up the old me in order to save my marriage.

“I invited a friend over,” Lorenzo told me twelve days after the fall. We were in the bedroom getting ready to change out of our work clothes. “She’s in town for a conference. You know how every company loves to come to Atlanta to host events. Well, I met her at the food court in the CNN Center.”

My heart started a cadence at the thought of them flirting over lunch, but then I remembered that Lorenzo told me I wasn’t a jealous woman. But I
was
jealous.

“That sounds nice, honey,” I managed, throwing aside the panty hose I had just taken off. “What time will she be here?”

“Around eight. After her workshops are done. And don’t worry about cooking. I took care of the food.”

“I didn’t know you were so diligent.”

“I guess you only remember the bad,” he said, pulling me onto the bed, and onto my back, his dark-brown skin meshing with my light brown. “Do you remember how much you love having your pussy eaten?”

“Definitely,” I said, trying to sound lighthearted and fun. But I was more concerned about the visitor. How was I supposed to behave? Was she coming for him, me, or us both? Was I to be a part of his “date” or to remain unseen?

He pulled the crotch of my black panties to the side and covered my pussy lips with his thick lips, softly sucking my clit. My
desire swelled as he tossed my legs open wider and moved his neck in circles like he was just warming up. He flicked my clit with his tongue, over and over again.

“Lorenzo,” I moaned, as he slurped my juices and probed his tongue into my pussy hole. His tongue darted into my ass. “Yes! Lick my asshole! Lick it good!”

My shirt was restrictive, and as I began to unbutton it, the doorbell rang. I lay frozen. My heart raced when Lorenzo got up. The outline of his humongous boner jutted out of his pants.

He didn’t bother to wipe my secretions from his face. A few seconds later, I heard talking in the living room and began to dress.

“Why so soon?” A voice called to me from the bedroom door. The carpet had concealed the sound of her footsteps. “I know I’m early but I have a good reason for it. I wanted to invite you all to an impromptu gathering tonight, so our other plans will have to wait.”

“But—”

“There will be food,” she said, as if that addressed all of my concerns.

She invited herself in and stood beside the bed. She was dressed in a white, button-down, collared shirt similar to mine, a tan knee-length skirt, coffee-colored stockings, and tan pumps with pointy toes. Her hair was pulled into a bun. She sat on the edge of the bed and reached for my breast.

I drew back, breaking the gaze she had drawn me into. Her eyes never left mine as she put her hand out again. “Come here.”

I scooted closer, watching the door for Lorenzo, who was missing in action. She finished unbuttoning my shirt and removed my bra. Moving ever so slowly toward me, she placed her
tongue in my mouth and kissed me gingerly at first; then with growing intensity, as if I was an old lover she missed.

She explored my body with her hands as we kissed, ran her hands across my shoulders and down my arms, fondled my orbs. I couldn’t remain indifferent. With each whirl of our tongues, I enjoyed more of her. I finally leaned in closer and pressed my body into hers.

She released the kiss and looked at me pensively. I felt sexy sitting before her, bare-breasted, with my back straight. She rested a gentle hand on my right breast before her left hand followed. Cupping both breasts, she moistened her lips and lowered her mouth to them. I inhaled deeply before her painted lips even made contact with my hardened nipples. I watched her lips cover my flesh, sucking the dark nubs like they contained the oxygen necessary to breathe. She bit my nipples lightly. The moisture in my pussy sprouted up like the water fountains in Centennial Olympic Park.

If this was why I had been bisexual, it certainly made sense.

Despite Lorenzo’s claim that I had always been bisexual, the feeling I received from this stunning woman was completely new. I wanted her to put her hands between my legs as she sucked my tits, but I wasn’t assertive enough to tell her so. Maybe I
was
bisexual. Maybe I secretly longed for a woman’s touch. The rigid material of her sleeve scrunched as I grazed my hand across it. Lorenzo returned, drying his face with a towel. The clothes he had on while we were fooling around had been readjusted.

“Are we ready to go?” he asked.

Under the woman’s spell, I found my voice and told him yes, although I really meant no. I had no idea where we were going, and I wanted to stay there, with her, feeling good.

• • •

A smooth, black, twelve-passenger limo was parked in the street outside our home, with a chauffeur in a black tuxedo standing beside the open door.

“Am I underdressed for the occasion?” I asked before stepping in.

“You’re fine, hon,” the woman replied.

“Then why’d you rent a limo?”

“I always have a driver,” she said.

Lorenzo and I sat beside each other and when we were settled in, he said, “So you really don’t remember Celeste? I was just kidding when I said I had met her at the CNN Center.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s fun! I didn’t really think you’d forget our girlfriend. She’s only been out of town for two weeks!”

“Our
girlfriend
?”

“We’ve all been together for three years now,” Celeste said.

“Three years? All three of us in a relationship?”

“Well, no. You and Lorenzo are married. I’m just a third. I come over whenever you all want me, and tonight Lorenzo wanted me.”

There went the cadence in my chest again. It sped up as she moved from the couch across from us and sat between us, resting one hand on Lorenzo’s thigh and the other on mine. “I love to touch pussy and dick at the same time.”

Since she had convinced me to leave my panties at home, it was effortless for her to stick her middle finger into my snatch while gripping Lorenzo’s meat. Celeste was coordinated, finger-fucking me in and out while jerking him up and down. We were both moaning from the sensations, winding our pelvises like dancehall reggae dancers. I was on the verge of coming, but my
jealousy welled up when she covered Lorenzo’s mouth with her own, and they began to kiss.

She moved herself into his lap, facing him. She lifted her skirt and lowered her pussy onto his overgrown dick. She bounced up and down on it, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. Not bothering with the buttons, Lorenzo lifted her shirt and bra and began to suck her heaving tits.

“Join us,” she said.

I hesitated.

“Touch my pussy, Patrice.”

Looking Lorenzo in the eye, I placed my hand on Celeste’s stomach and slid it down her body until I felt the brittle edges of her pubic hair. When my fingers met her clit, she cried out, “Rub it! Rub my clit! Make me come!”

Lorenzo pumped into her faster, feeling on her boobs and breathing hard. When the car stopped at a light, I pulled Celeste onto the other couch on top of me. I stuffed her titties in my mouth, then leaned up to kiss her, while she ground her pussy on mine. Lorenzo got up and squeezed behind her. Her eyes rolled back as he penetrated her. I grabbed her healthy ass, and we all rocked together, groaning and fucking in a frenzy of body parts. He pulled his dick out of her and put it in me while Celeste kissed my neck and thumbed my nipples. I hadn’t remembered his dick ever feeling so good, filling my entire hole. I bucked hard as Lorenzo fucked me and Celeste rode me. Her fingers fumbled for my clit. My fingers fumbled for hers. I hoped the limo was soundproof because none of us could contain our joy.

We all came long before we arrived at our destination, one by one, then drifting off to sleep.

• • •

In the mountains of North Georgia, we stepped out of the limo and walked toward a log cabin the length of two or three homes. Several vehicles were in the wide driveway and on the grass. Lorenzo led us into the house without knocking. Most of the women inside were either topless or completely nude. The men were equally exposed. Several couples made out in the cozy living room in full view while others fucked ravenously in clusters.

Lorenzo led us into the kitchen and greeted the host, who wore a sleeveless green shirt and black basketball shorts.

“Troy, you know my wife, Patrice, and our girlfriend, Celeste.”

“I know you?” I asked the tall, muscular man. He loosened the drawstring on his cotton shorts and pulled out the longest, thickest, blackest dick I had ever seen. He gripped it tightly then said, “You could never forget this.”

Maybe I was a freak, because I wanted to jump on that dick and ride it like it could take me somewhere. Troy invited us to drink from the punch bowl on the counter, which Celeste and I did. We finished our drinks quickly, lingering in front of the bowl, while Troy and Lorenzo continued their small talk. I went to join their conversation but Celeste pulled me back. “You don’t remember anything, do you? We have to join the women’s circle before we can be with the men.”

“The women’s circle? What’s that?”

“It’s designed to warm us up.”

“I’m already warm. In fact, I’m hot!”

Leaving the men in the kitchen, Celeste guided me down a long hallway. We stopped outside the last room. Sounds of euphoria seeped from inside.

“So we’ve been here before?” I asked.

Celeste’s hand was on the knob but she didn’t turn it. She sighed. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Do what?”

“Continue to deceive you like this.”

She ran her hand across her forehead and stepped back. It was weird but she was so uniquely gorgeous that I felt blessed to have her as a girlfriend. She had come back from her trip and helped me release the sexual inhibitions I had developed as a result of my fall. There was no way I could repay her for that.

I leaned in to kiss her but she pulled back.

“Okay, how are you deceiving me?” I asked, kissing her hand.

Celeste let out a breath, then looked down the hall. “All of this is a setup.”

“What kind of setup?”

She hesitated and sighed again. “For me and Lorenzo to keep seeing each other without sneaking.” She looked down the hall again.

“I’ve been seeing him behind your back for three years. This place is a sexual retreat for swingers. We come every couple of months.
I’m
the one who’s bisexual, but he always wished you were, so your amnesia was the perfect way to turn you into one—a bisexual swinger, that is.”

I knew that was the part where the tears were supposed to spring forth, but I couldn’t get them to come forward. I don’t know why. I felt hurt, but not as deeply as I probably should have. Perhaps it was because I had just had sex with both of them and it was good. Or maybe it was because I didn’t remember loving Lorenzo as much as a wife probably should.

“Now that you know the truth, what do you wanna do?” Celeste asked.

“What do you think?” I pulled her close and kissed her. “I wanna get some pussy.”

I opened the door to the spacious room. Everything was wooden except for the wide window and colorful throw rugs. When we stepped in, a pair of naked women pleasing each other in the sixty-nine position disconnected themselves. Another kissing couple stopped and smiled. Soon, a dozen or so women formed a circle around us. Celeste led me into the middle, saying, “There’s a special welcome for first-timers.”

A skinny white woman extended her hand and introduced herself as Cara, the hostess. She was also Troy’s wife. She lay on her back while the other women undressed me. Once my clothes were off, hands swept my arms, legs, and thighs; squeezed my tits and tweaked my nipples. There was a finger in my pussy. A thumb on my clit. Nipples pressed against my back. Fingers grazed my neck. Hands palmed my ass. Just as my knees began to buckle, Celeste said, “Lower her.”

The women lowered me to Cara’s face and she lapped my pussy while the other women massaged and sucked my breasts.

“It feels so good! I’ve never felt …” My body shuddered and I couldn’t say anything more.

After my first orgasm, I was free to do whatever I wanted with whomever I wanted, and who I wanted was a dark-skinned woman with pointy tits. She was already making love to another woman. I went over and kissed her dark neck. She turned and gave me tongue while gyrating against her lover.

The three of us formed a sandwich on the floor, grinding, stroking, and groping one another. Before long, another woman joined us. She had a huge ass that looked fantastic. I left the sandwich and got onto my back like Cara had.

The big booty queen squatted above me, her sex scent reaching
my nose before her wet pussy landed on my mouth. For my first taste, I ejected my tongue slowly, teasing her pussy lips tentatively before sucking her big clit.

The woman began wriggling her hips, spreading her pussy juices across my mouth. Each time I flicked her love button with my tongue, a moan came out. Soon, my entire face was wet and someone’s head was between my legs.

Celeste was ready to go, explaining that while going into the women’s circle was mandatory before going to be with the men, some women opted to stay in the women’s circle. She wasn’t one of them.

We left our clothes in the women’s room and ventured into the living room.

Now that Celeste had told me the truth, I wasn’t shocked to see my husband’s dick plunging into a full-figured woman bent over the couch. She rubbed her clit as he stood behind her and dipped into her snatch in long, slippery strokes.

She shouted, “Fuck me, Lorenzo! Hard like you always do! Yeah, fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!”

The host, Troy, sat on the couch nearby, handling his enormous tool while he watched. I kneeled before him and took as much of him into my mouth as I could. Lorenzo stopped fucking and asked to speak to me.

I said, “I can’t! Don’t you remember? I always suck Troy’s dick, then fuck him when I come out of the women’s circle. We don’t need to break the routine today!”