Greetings readers!
A few notes about what you're about to read.
This story is the direct sequel to Online Adventures Volume 5: Monique. You should absolutely read that one before you go any further. This narrative is also a bit long and could have been cut into chapters, but I felt it was told better as one piece. As with each installment in this series, the characters are real and the events are completely true, which poses a bit of a challenge when attempting to portray real people and events, as well as recreating dialogue as close to verbatim as possible. As always, I do my best to portray the events, people, and more importantly-- my genuine personal feelings throughout.
I hope you enjoy.
Preface
After our weekend in New York, I flew to North Carolina twice for two more mega-indulgent weekends. The sex continued to be passionate and shameless and completely carnivorous. We fucked like crazy. In her house, we were naked or in robes the entire time. Monique took me all over Charlotte and some surrounding areas. We went for walks in the woods. She took me to one of her salons and introduced me to some of her coworkers and friends. I even got to meet her aunt.
Our relationship was tremendous fun and literally zero stress, drama or baggage. She and I were two friends who just had a really good time together. I definitely had feelings for her and I'm sure she did for me as well, but I had the maturity to realize our relationship wasn't heading towards anywhere traditional in the long term. Most of our conversations on the phone and our video chats at this point were just normal conversations between friends, about our lives. I still dated. I assume she did as well, but we never spoke about it.
Recently, we had been throwing ideas around about meeting somewhere different; perhaps a mountain house in Asheville, a cute airbnb on the Chesapeake. Something like that. Some place fun and romantic that wasn't New York or Charlotte. We narrowed it down to two properties.
But there was also door #3.
Prologue
"This is gonna seem random..." She paused for a moment, but just long enough to send my mind in all sorts of directions. There was definitely something fun about the way she said it.
We'd been on the phone for however long at this point, scrolling through fun property listings, chatting it up about this and that as we often would.
"Do you remember..." She went on. "...the couple we met in the hotel bar the night we met in New York?"
I thought for a moment. There was certainly a lot to remember from that night.
"I do... vaguely... You knew them. Right? Or met them beforehand or something like that?"
"Good memory." She chuckled. "Yeah, I had run into them the night I landed. I don't think we chatted for more than a few minutes."
"Yeah... They seemed nice. Drunk. I didn't chat much with the wife, but I remember talking typical guy shit with her husband for a few. I was definitely a bit drunk at the time..."
"I remember..." She chuckled.
I thought again for a second as I played back that part of a very drunken night so many months ago. "Natalie and Bruce... was that them?"
"Good memory." She responded. Even I was impressed with my own recall on that one.
"So what's the story with these two?" I asked.
"I ran into them again as they were checking out. Natalie and I swapped info, not for any particular reason but they seemed fun and these days everyone is friends on social media, so why not. Anyway, we've been liking and commenting on each other's Instagram posts and pics and whatnot."
I began making some very superficial inferences about where this might be going .
"Like these for example." A few super sexy pictures of Natalie came through in the next few moments. A bikini shot, a nice one of her and Bruce on a cruise looking all done up; and some sort of professional headshot that she may have had done for work or something.
She was fucking beautiful. I remembered finding her attractive the night we had met, but I was obviously far more distracted with Monique at the time.
I remembered her face and body immediately. Delightfully chunky, and much darker than Monique, Natalie was another dream for a guy like me. I suppose I didn't think of her in this context when I met her, as she was married and I wasn't more than an hour or so from getting naked with Monique. But gosh, Natalie was fucking hot. She couldn't have been more than about 5'7'', easily 225 (or so) pounds; big fat black titties, giant thighs. The whole deal. She looked absolutely unearthly in that bikini. Monique knew how much I loved seeing a big girl in something super skimpy. She knew what she was doing. Natalie clearly did too.
"Yowza." I responded.
"You're drooling. Aren't you?"
"Yes."
"You wanna fuck her?"
"Yes."
"You wanna eat her pussy and lick her asshole, don't you..."
"Yes."
"Well, I'll get right to it then..." She went on. "They have a place, not super far from me. Ever heard of Isle of Palms?"
"South Carolina?"
"Yup."
"I've been there. It's lovely. They live there?"
"Part of the year. They have property in a few different places, but they spend a good amount of the summer there."
"Not a bad plan. Charleston is awesome."
"Natalie's casually suggested a few times I come visit them in South Carolina... if you get what I'm saying."
"They wanna fuck you?" It sounded like a silly question as I said it. Of course they did. Who wouldn't? "I'm picturing a raunchy, weekend-long threesome."
"How's it look?" She asked.
"Hot."
"How's a foursome look?" She asked.
It took me a moment to connect the dots. "So... they're swingers?"
"I guess. Maybe. Polyamarous might be more accurate. Call it whatever you want. I didn't get that far into it with them, but I do very much like the idea of going down there with you more than going down by myself. I'm not nervous or worried or anything. I just think it'd be fun. Sounds like they have quite a setup too."
For the first of several times in this story, I was speechless. As in- I didn't know which follow up question to ask first. I settled on this: "Did you ask them about me coming?"
"It was actually their idea." She responded, confidently.
I was even more confused. "Me? They asked for me? By name?"
"Well, when I didn't immediately jump on their offer, they suggested maybe more of a couples thing... and I kinda feel like you're just the man for the job..."
She sounded very sexy.
"Not that it's any concern of mine, but I assume you've told them a few things about the two of us?"
"They know plenty about you and I." She responded. "Some great stuff about you too..."
I thought on that for a moment. The idea that this freaky black couple knew what a freak I was AND that I had Monique's full endorsement; was pretty hot.
"So... they know about..."
"...your big dick and big balls... and how you eat pussy and asshole like a fucking professional..."
"You told them that?"
"I told them how good you sucked my big black dick..." My cock twitched at the thought.
"They loved it." She purred.
