	The Back Seat
	by Susanna's Husband

	Maurice and Teresa had been bugging us to stop by and visit them
	for  years. At one time we  were  the  best  of  friends,  until
	Maurice  landed a job in Atlanta and they were  forced  to  move
	away.  Of course we kept in touch, but for one reason or another
	we never got around to making the eight hour drive to see  them.
	This  year however,  Teresa finally managed to convince  Susanna
	and  I that we should stop by for a day or two on our  way  home
	from  Florida. Not that we really needed any  convincing  so  to
	speak, because we were really looking forward to seeing our good
	friends again after such a long time.

	On  the surface nothing had changed.  They were still  the  fine
	hospitable  couple we remembered.  An attractive couple in their
	lower 40's,  Mo was a tall, well built black man standing 6-4 or
	6-5  with an athletic build.  Teresa was shorter, about the same
	height as my wife,  although slightly over-weight. She was still
	a very attractive lady, and there was always something about her
	that men found sexy.

	Since the kids were out of town with their grandparents,  Mo and
	Teresa  wanted us to  spend  the  entire  week  with  them,  but
	unfortunatley prior engagements prohibited us from staying  more
	that  just a couple of days.  The day went well,  and as evening
	fell,  we relaxed in the living room,  sipped  on  a  couple  of
	bottles  of wine and reminised about the good  ole  days.  About
	midway  through  the  evening,  Teresa  decided  to  slip   into
	something  a little more comfortable and suggested that  Susanna
	do  so as well.  The girls were gone for about a half  hour  and
	when  they returned,  they were both wearing rather  provocative
	little outfits.

	The  nighties were identical except for the  color.  Teresa  was
	wearing a beige colored silk chemise with spaghetti straps and a
	low  cut neckline.  Susanna's outfit  was  red.  Very  dark  and
	shimering,  almost maroon.  Both ensembles were short,  not much
	more than covering their asses,  and snuggly fitting their every
	curve.

	Needless to say, both Maurice and I were captivated by these two
	beautiful ladies. Playfully they teased us, by showing off their
	sexy outfits. Susanna looked nothing short of delicious, her 5-2
	36c-24-34  body accented by the suggestive material.  I couldn't
	wait to get her into bed and fuck the living hell out her.

	Mo and Teresa must have felt the same way too.  Before long they
	were  becoming very affectionate.  Occasionaly the  conversation
	would  be interrupted by the two of them becoming entwined in  a
	passionate  embrace. Before long the wine and soft  music  began
	affecting  Susanna and I as well.  As we cuddled on the couch my
	lips  eventually found hers and we were lost in the  moment.  As
	our  tongues swirled together I caressed her firm body,  my hand
	instinctively  moved to her breast.  Susanna didn't even flinch.
	Which  was a little unusual since we were  in  the  presence  of
	others.  Between kisses we glanced over at Mo and  Teresa.  With
	her  strap moved down her arm,  Mo was kissing and nibbling  her
	neck.  His hand was caressing her naked dark breast.  Little  by
	little he moved lower until her nipple was in his mouth. We were
	almost convinced they were going to make love right in front  of
	us.

	A few minutes later a song that they liked came on the radio and
	they  decided to slow dance in the middle of  the  room.  Teresa
	fixed  her strap to hide her tit and  together  they  begain  to
	dance. After a while they invited us to join them, which we did.
	I'm  not sure it was much of a dance though,  it was more like a
	collage  of touching and  feeling  and  kissing  and  caressing.
	Toward  the end of the song,  Mo suggested that we change  dance
	partners. Before either of us could really say anything, Susanna
	was in his arms and Teresa was pressing seductively against me.

	It  was strange,  yet exciting to be dancing so intimately  with
	another  woman. One thing Teresa and Susanna had in  common  was
	that  they both became very affectionate when they were  tipsey.
	Tonight was no exception.  Teresa and Susanna both loved to kiss
	and  before long my new dance partner was nibbling on  my  neck.
	Although understandably aroused, I was greatly relieved when the
	song finally ended.

	When  it was over,  Susanna slipped back into my arms as  Teresa
	returned  to her husband.  Although my wife and I were caught  a
	little  off guard by this impetuious moment,  Maurice and Teresa
	didn't  miss a beat.  Within seconds they were back on the  love
	seat  entangled like newlyweds.  In order to catch our  breaths,
	Susanna  and I retreated to the hallway just outside  the  guest
	room.  We briefly  discussed  the  situation  and  like  myself,
	Susanna  was ready to jump in the  sack  and  finish  what  we'd
	started.  We decided we'd quietly bid our hosts good  night  and
	then retire to our room for some good old fashioned love making.

	But  when we walked back  into  the  room,  we  were  in  for  a
	surprise.  Maurice and Teresa were now on  the  couch.  Teresa's
	breasts  were plainly visable as Maurice bathed  each  one  with
	affection.  Teresa moaned in pleasure.  After a few  minutes  of
	this, he reached up beneath her nightie and removed her matching
	panties.  He then  dropped  his  own  trousers  and  moved  into
	position.  One firm, yet gentle push and they were copulating on
	the couch.

	And  what a vision it was!  Teresa's nearly naked body was  very
	very sexy and Mo's black tube was the largest I'd ever seen.  It
	was almost a deformation! Susanna and I watched in silence as he
	pumped it in and out.  Standing behind my lovely wife, I slipped
	my arms around her waist and pressed myself tightly against her.
	My hands caressed her tight belly as the couple on the couch got
	into  a brisk steady  rhythm.  Teresa's  breasts  were  bouncing
	wildly on each stroke. Although I couldn't be certain, it looked
	from  this angle like you could even see a slight ridge  in  her
	lower belly where his penus would be inside of her.

	"My God," Susanna whispered breathlessly, "That's one incredibly
	sexy  couple! Look at the size of his cock,  sweetheart! I can't
	believe she's taking him so easily!"

	"I'll  bet you wish you were in her place right now," I  quietly
	answered, "With that big meaty cock sliding in and out of you."

	"Ummmm,"  She moaned as I caressed her soft belly,  "I can  only
	imagine how goooood it feels."

	"Why don't you find out," I whispered as my hand reached beneath
	her  nightie and touched her panties,  "Just walk over  there...
	He'll want to fuck you too."

	"He already does," she hesitantly admitted, "He told me so."

	"While you were dancing?"

	"Uh  huh. He was caressing my butt and grinding  that  big  dick
	against me."

	"What did you say?"

	"Nothing,  baby," she softly moaned,  "I just kissed him and let
	him feel me up."

	"Did he get a good feel?"

	"Yessss, and so did I. God I'd love to feel that thing inside of
	me!"

	"Then go ahead. If it's what you really want I won't stop you."

	On that note Susanna hesitated. "Are you sure?" she asked me.

	"No,"  I trembled as I massaged her pussy,  "But I love watching
	you make love. You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

	"So  you want me to fuck him?" she  taunted,  "You  want  me  to
	spread my thighs and invite him in?"

	"Is that what YOU want?"

	"I wouldn't mind it."

	"Then do it," I whispered intently.

	On  that note Susanna stepped free of my embrace and as if in  a
	trance  she stepped into the room.  Once inside,  Maurice turned
	and noticed her approach. He motioned her closer.

	"Oh  no," she stammered,  "I'm sorry, I -- I didn't mean to walk
	in on you--"

	"It's  okay, baby," Maurice assured her,  never once  missing  a
	stroke, "You like to watch?"

	"Yes, I'm -- I'm sorry. I'll go."

	"No,  it's okay," he stated as he  reached  out  for  her  hand.
	Susanna carefully stepped forward,  looking first at Maurice and
	then at Teresa.

	"You sure?"

	"Come on, you can join us. Teresa baby, you want Susanna to join
	us?"

	"Mmmmmmm,"  she  moaned,  still  enjoying  the  steady   action,
	"Oooohh, I don't care. But, ummmm, where's your sexy husband?"

	Nervously  Susanna  glanced  my  direction.  She  was  no  doubt
	thinking  about what I'd given her permission to  do.  "He's  in
	bed," she fabricated.

	"Then lay down her beside me," Teresa invited, "I think Mo wants
	to get it on with you. Don't you, ummmmmmm, baby?"

	"Yeah,  Suz," he caressed her arm, "I wanna slide this big black
	dick up inside of you."

	From  this distance it appeared as  though  Susanna  was  at  an
	impass.  Although she desparately wanted what he had  to  offer,
	she  was understandably  nervous.  "That's  okay,"  she  finally
	responded, "I'll just watch you guys."

	"Suit  yourself," Teresa moaned,  "You don't,  oooohh, you don't
	know what you're, ummmmmmmm, missing."

	Susanna  stepped back  as  Maurice  returned  his  attention  to
	Teresa.  Little by little he increased the pace until they  were
	fucking  like a couple of rabbits.  My beautiful wife stared  in
	disbelieve  as they continued,  allowing her hand  to  drift  up
	under  her nightie.  Although Mo offered to help her with  that,
	Susanna  declined  and  instead  joined  me  in   the   bedroom.

	---

	After  an unbelievable night of passionate sex,  Susanna  and  I
	awakened feeling damn near as horny as we had the night  before.
	She  admitted that as much as she wanted to do  it,  she  didn't
	want  to be unfaithful to me like she had been New Years Eve  of
	the  previous year.  It was then that she experianced her  first
	taste  of interracial sex,  thanks to a rather unattractive, yet
	well  hung black man named Johnson.  What she didn't know at the
	time was that I was watching and the sight was incredible. A few
	months  later she did it again with a young white man  we  knew.
	Although  both times were exciting,  for some reason it was  the
	interracial  encounter that we still fantasized about  almost  a
	year and a half later.

	Nothing  was spoken about the incident the  following  day,  and
	since  this was to be our final night with our old  friends,  we
	decided  to go out for dinner and few  drinks  later  on.  After
	dinner,  the ladies dropped us off at a club and  told  us  they
	were  going to change into something a little  more  provacative
	and join us later.

	And  provacative it was!  An hour and  half  later  Susanna  and
	Teresa showed up wearing the shortest and tightest  mini-dresses
	I'd ever seen.  Susanna looked unbelievable in a skin-tight gold
	tube  dress that was bare on  the  shoulders.  Teresa  was  also
	wearing a strapless mini, with the dangerously short hemling cut
	at an angle.  The fabric clinged to Susanna's curves almost like
	a second skin. As she approached, I could see she wasn't wearing
	a  bra as her nipples stood out proudly  against  the  material.
	Since I couldn't see any panty lines,  I assumed she was wearing
	a  thong. She  seductively  swayed  her  34  inch  hips  as  she
	approached.

	Needless  to say,  all the male eyes in the room were rivited to
	Teresa  and Susanna.  My  wife  was  a  bit  nervous  about  how
	revealing  the outfit was,  but after a few drinks,  her concern
	soon  faded. As the evening wore on,  we danced several  dances,
	both fast and slow.  We even switched partners a couple of times
	in  the process.  By the time the evening was over,  we were all
	tired,  yet horny as hell.  I was very anxious to get my  lovely
	woman into bed that evening, and in fact, I planned to make love
	to the first time without even taking off her dress.

	When  the last song started I slipped off to take a leak  before
	we left.  When I returned to the table, Maurice was on the dance
	floor  with both Susanna and Teresa dancing close with  him.  He
	was  caressing their asses as they pressed their  lovely  bodies
	against him. And then he would alternate long wet kisses between
	them.  I could feel my own seven inch cock beginning to swell as
	I  watched them return the  caress  and  conclude  their  erotic
	dance.

	A few minutes later we were off to the car and Maurice suggested
	I  drive. Naturally I didn't mind,  but was a  little  surprised
	when  Teresa piled into the front seat of the Buick  beside  me.
	This left Maurice and Susanna together in the back. I started to
	protest,  but quickly thought better of it,  knowing  that  very
	little  could actually happen in the back seat of a car with  me
	driving.

	As  we began driving,  Susanna and Mo laughed and giggled in the
	back  as Teresa turned on the radio and leaned over  against  my
	shoulder. She asked if I minded, and I said no, thinking she was
	just tired and would be drifting off to sleep. In the back seat,
	the  giggling little by little quieted down and I relaxed  as  I
	drove, listening to the soft romantic music.

	And  then, very softly,  I heard what sounded like a kiss coming
	from  behind me.  Non-chalantly I glanced in the mirror  and  at
	first I didn't see anything.  I casually adjusted it and after a
	minute or two I spotted Maurice and my wife in the mirror.  They
	were  locked in a long deep and passionate kiss.  I turned  down
	the  radio just a hair  and  began  stealing  glances  into  the
	mirror. I watched silently as his hands caressed her body, first
	her firm little belly and then one by one, her breasts. The kiss
	only  stopped for a second or two before it  began  again,  this
	time their breathing a little bit louder.

	Again  I glanced back,  with one around her shoulders, the other
	continued to lightly pinch her nipple.  Even in the dim light of
	the passing street lamps I could see the outline. Susanna's free
	hand was inside his shirt, caressing his bare chest. After a few
	minutes,  his hand disappeared below the back of the front  seat
	and  out of my sight.  A soft moan from Susanna  between  kisses
	told me what he was touching.

	It was at this point that we encountered more traffic and had to
	divert my full attention to the road.  As I strained to listen I
	could  hear them moving around behind me.  Teresa glanced toward
	the  back for an instant and then snuggled closer.  One  of  her
	hand dropped to my leg.

	Once out of traffic I again glanced up in the mirror.  For a few
	seconds  I couldn't find anyone so I carefully  re-adjusted  the
	mirror  again. Although I still couldn't see Susanna,  I spotted
	our  friend Maurice  rather  quickly.  He  was  turned  sideways
	leaning  over something.  Or to be more accuare,  he was leaning
	over  SOMEONE. He looked to be fixing his  pants  or  something.
	that's  when I noticed Susanna's knee against the  back  of  the
	front  seat. I quickly glanced over my shoulder  and  could  see
	that  her other knee was against the back of the back seat.  And
	Maurice, it appreared, was between them!

	By  this time my heart was pounding like crazy.  The thought  of
	what was about to happen was very very intoxicating. Again I had
	to  concentrate on the road.  I  could  have  sworn  Teresa  was
	caressing  my thigh.  And then I heard the tell-tale sound  from
	Susanna's lips.

	"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,"  she quietly moaned.  It was just  loud  enough
	that I could hear it over the radio.

	Another  quick glance at the mirror revealed the sight I  wasn't
	sure I wanted to or not.  Maurice was moving up and down between
	her  legs. Occaissionaly I could see his bare  ass  in  the  dim
	light  as he worked that giant black baby maker into her  pussy.
	Her  arms were around his neck.  Their moaning and groaning  was
	becoming louder.  My dick was begining to get harder. Just a few
	feet  away, my wife was surrendering her  body  to  a  well-hung
	black man as I sat helplessly.

	"You okay?" Teresa looked up and whisered.

	"I don't know."

	"It'll  be alright," she comforted as  she  gently  massaged  my
	erection through my slacks,  "This is all new to her. You're the
	one she's in love with."

	By  this time there was  no  hiding  the  fact  that  they  were
	fucking. The seat was squeaking, Mo was groaning and Susanna was
	moaning,  gasping and wailing with pleasure. Neither one of them
	spoke  much, except to express how  good  the  other  one  felt.
	Fortunately  the drive to their place was relatively short,  and
	as  we pulled into their driveway,  Teresa released my cock from
	it's  prison and slurped it into her lips.  In the back  Maurice
	announced he was about to come inside "her pretty white  pussy."
	As  Susanna urged him to give it to her,  they  apparently  both
	began to climax.

	A moment or two later, so did I.

	(end of part one)
