Robert, Paula & Me

ROBERT, PAULA AND ME

Bob and Paula had been living together for the last three years and
were my best friends. We played golf together about every week-end and I
was at their house about as much as I was my own apartment. Paula was a
petite little red head with green eyes and a nice trim little figure. Despite
that small frame, she was a dominate type person and could hit a golf ball
as far as any woman on the LPGA, except she didn’t always know which
direction it was going. Bob was about my size, 5’11’ and 175 lbs or so, and
his golf game was better than mine, but we played pretty much even most
of the time. There was no doubt that Paula called the shots in that
household and Bob seemed to be happy with those arrangements. Being
good friends, we had very few secrets and the conversation was as varied
as anything and any topic was fair game. We were all pretty uninhibited
and had talked freely about our past sexual encounters, partners and even
our favorite fantasies.
We had never done anything remotely sexual ourselves, that just
had never occurred to us but we often would get aroused recounting hot
stories or an incidence from out of the past. It would always end with me
heading home and Bob and Paula, I imagined, screwing their brains out
after I left. Last Saturday night, when I was over to their house for dinner,
we had several beers then watched a basketball game. Paula came into the
living room drinking a glass of wine.
She had had wine during dinner too and seemed a little tipsy, I
thought. She sat down next to Bob and placed her head on his shoulder
and kind of snuggled up while we continued to watch the game. More than
once, I saw her slide her open palm along the inside of Bob’s thigh and sink
lower cuddling up against him like she was anxious for me to leave so they
could get to bed. Just when I thought about saying goodnight, you can
imagine my surprise when she said out loud, “Why don’t we show Jerry the
videos you bought last week, they’re a hell of lot more interesting than this
old ballgame you’re watching now.”
“Naw, he doesn’t want to see them, he’s seen x-rated videos before,
be still and go to sleep if you want,” I heard Bob tell her.
“He’d like these, I know I did, it could turn into something
interesting, more interesting than this old basketball game.
“What are they about,” I asked, “that makes them so interesting to
you Paula?”
“Well this one tape, shows a black man and a white guy making
love to this cute little blonde girl in a hotel room, It is Wild! to say the
least.”
“Come on, Honey, get the tape and let’s look at it again with Fred.”
“Yea, Bob,” I kidded, “get the tape and lets see what is so special
about it.”
“Paula just likes the idea of thinking about getting fucked by two
cocks at the same time, that’s what her problem is. She also knows
“NOW,” that all men are NOT created equal. This black guy is really hung,
I’ll tell you.”
I said to Bob, “Get the hot tape and let’s see, this game is over
anyhow, Duke has a 26 point lead, let’s watch something really interesting
for a change, like Paula said.”
Bob got up and went to the bedroom and came out carrying three
video tapes. “You know exactly which one I want to watch first.” she said.
“Hold your pants on,” Bob yelled and smiled at her, “you get so
damn impatient sometimes when you see a big dick, especially a big black
one.”
Paula smiled at me and winked, telling me that she had again won
the argument and that she was pleased with herself. Bob slipped the tape
into the VCR and returned to the couch where Paula was sitting and she
resumed her position, cuddled up close to him with her legs crossed under
her as he started the remote control. I wasn’t sure if she had panties on or
not as it was dark under her skirt, but I could see well up her dress. I could
hear the video cartridge move into place and then the TV screen showed
the leader telling people to write in their First Amendment letters to the
Congressman about Free Speech and their right to watch what ever they
wanted to watch.
That message out of the way, the screen targeted in on a Resort
Hotel and a window on the third floor. It then showed a couple in the
hotel room and on the bed, fucking like crazy. The title of the film was
“Room Service – Salt and Pepper Style” and just as the camera came in
tight for a closeup of the man’s cock sliding in and out of this blonde girl’s
pink wet pussy, there was a loud knock at the door.
“Room Service,” came a sound from the corridor as a tall black
waiter pushing a serving table, knocked at the door. The man jumped out
of bed and the woman pulled the sheets up around her neck. The man told
the Waiter to “Wait a second,” and found his robe and opened the door.
The tall, good locking black man pushed the food cart past the bed toward
the window and as he passed the bed took a long look at the woman and
smiled as he began to set the table. As in most x- rated videos, there is no
rhyme or reason why things happen the way they do, but the next scene
showed the woman sitting on the side of the bed, her bare breasts clearly
showing and the sheet pulled loosely now around her.
She reached out and was stroking the thigh of the black man and
trying to unbuckle his trousers as he continued to try and set the tray of
food for their dinner. I looked over at Bob and Paula and she was stroking
Bob’s thigh as she watched the TV screen intently. She was breathing a
little hard and I could see her chest swell as she breathed.
When I returned my gaze to the TV, the woman had reached into
the black man’s pants and retrieved at least nine inches of large, soft black
meat.