Joe was having lunch about a month later when Paul dropped by to talk. He said there was to be an auto race on television on the upcoming Saturday and wondered if Joe wanted to attend the party to watch with a few of his buddies.
"Sounds like fun," Joe said.
Paul said it was to be held at a friend's condominium and he would text the details. Along with the race he said there was a number of events planned including a bar-b-que, a prize for the winning car, drinking games and "Pit Stops."
Joe asked him if was an invite for him only or if he could bring his wife.
"It's normally just guys," he said with a wink. "But your wife is welcome."
Joe made the offer to Janice but she declined when he told her it would be mostly guys. She did offer to drop him off and Joe accepted. He assumed it was so she could check the place out. Saturday came and an hour before the race Janice drove him to the location.
When they arrived she of course said she had to use the bathroom before leaving and followed him up to the door. Paul greeted them at the door, introducing himself and the race "crew." There was Tom, a contractor, Raymond who owned a body shop, Big Mark (whose stature lived up to his name) and who was apparently a foreman and two of his fellow employees, Marco and Booze.
"There's a bathroom at the top of the stairs," Paul told Janice. "Just don't go in the room marked 'Pit Stop.' It's not ready yet. As Janice went up the stairs, Marco, a thin Italian guy said, "Whoa, she's nice."
Paul grabbed him by the arm. "That's Joe's wife, Marco."
Big Mark, the huge black man who Joe noticed had just as huge a beard piped in. "Easy Marco, the race hasn't started yet."
Janice came back down and Paul did his best to convince her to stay, but she said it was too much testosterone for her and nothing was more boring than watching cars drive in circles.
"We might prove you wrong on both those things," Paul responded, "I think if you stayed you might find it very interesting." Janice smiled, thanked him for the use of the restroom and left.
Big Mark watched her go down the stairs. "Joe, I will say your wife has a great ass."
"Thanks," Joe replied. "Sometimes she even lets me see it." They group laughed as Paul brought out an opening shot of tequila for all. He passed the tray around and noticed one shot was left.
"Someone still on their way?" he asked.
"Nope," Paul said, "This one goes in the 'Pit Stop' upstairs.
"So when we go up there we do a shot?"
"That will be up to you," said Marco. "We are going to do shots all over." He laughed and fist bumped with Booze, who looked more like a forty year old Marine than a mechanic. Living up to his nickname Booze quickly refilled his glass and took another shot.
Right before the race began Paul gave each man a race car number. He set a timer and said every fifteen minutes they would pull one of their numbers on a ping pong ball and that person would have to do a shot of any liquor. Also, every thirty minutes a number would be pulled and that person would have to take a 'Pit Stop.'
The race began and ribs came off the grill. The shots began soon after and most of the guys chose an ounce of beer so as not to get too wasted. A half hour in the first number was pulled for the 'Pit Stop.' It was number fifteen and belonged to Tom, the contractor, a muscular guy about six feet tall.
"Fifteen, coming to Pit row!" Tom shouted and ran upstairs. He came back about ten minutes later.
"All systems go!" he said on his return. "Let's race."
Next would be Marco, who stayed upstairs about twenty minutes. Following him was Booze who was up and back in less than five. The next number was Paul's. Paul took two bottles of beer with him and told everyone to "fasten your seat belts, boys." He was gone almost the full thirty minutes.
Paul came back down and pulled the next number. "Thirty-four, Big Mark you're up."
The crowd began chanting, "Big Mark, Big Mark." The huge man raised one of his big hands and said, "Caution flag coming out, we're slowing this race down." Big Mark started lumbering up the stairs.
Joe had been watching all these guys take their 'Pit' stops but couldn't figure the connection, although he had some suspicions. Two of the guys came back sweaty, all were smiling. Joe checked his wallet for some fives and tens, he thought they must have a stripper up there.
He would find out a half hour later when Paul called car number twenty-two which was his number. Marco gave him a high five and said, "Enjoy yourself." Joe took one more swig of beer and headed up.
Joe got to the top of the stairs to find three doors. One was the bathroom and the other two clearly bedrooms. Of the two one was marked with a 'Pit Stop' sign and a checkered flag. He tried the handle, it was unlocked.
As he opened the door he heard a noise inside.
"Sorry," he said.
"No, come on in," was the deep voiced reply. It was Big Mark. Joe entered the bedroom. There was a four foot wide wall that hid the main part of the room. He closed the door behind him and walked around the corner. As he did all he could see was Mark's giant naked black ass rocking back and forth against the bed.
"Do me a favor," Mark said. "See if you can hold her still. She keeps sliding back." Joe curiously walked around the side of the big sweaty body. As he did he saw a familiar looking set of calves sticking out from the body being impaled by the giant man.
It was Sandi, and there was no doubt about it. The color of her hair, her perfect tits, even the wide gold ring she always wore on her ring finger. She had her legs spread wide as Mark's massive cock slid in and out of her tiny pink hole.
"Sandi?" he said.
"She can't hear you, bro," Mark replied. Joe saw she was wearing some sort of custom made mask that blacked out her vision and had noise canceling headphones.
As he got closer he could hear the music blaring out of them. He recognized the song; it was one she used to play in the car while they would make out. Making out with Sandi never ended without cumming in her mouth, then making out some more. Just the thought of it made his growing hard on grow more.
"Do me a favor, hold her shoulders."
