A short story of interracial sex at a music festival while drunk husband is present.
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Newlyweds, Mary and Johnny Wiggins, living North of Mobile, were excited at the prospect of going to the city. There was an outdoor music concert Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, in one of the State parks. Since both had steady jobs, they would go to the one scheduled Saturday night, and come home Sunday. Mary didn't care, as long as she went somewhere away from the small town. She had always dreamed of finding a man and moving away from such a boring place, but, like every other girl there, ended up marrying her High School sweetheart.
"Honey, it may be hot during the day, but in the evening, it's going to be chilly that close to the water," Johnny was saying. "The last band won't finish till after midnight."
"I've got everything packed, including a long skirt for the evening." Mary answered.
Stopping at a liquor store on the way down, Johnny came out with a pint of rum. "What's that for? We hardly ever drink. Don't think you're getting drunk and leave me helpless among all those people!" Mary shouted.
"There's no alcohol allowed in the park and we're going to be there for hours. I'll put a little of this in four cokes to keep us warm. We won't get drunk, maybe high, but not drunk," smiled Johnny. "Four bottles will just fit in our small cooler! Security will never know!"
Later, as Mary came from the shower, Johnny begged, "come on Honey! Just this once!"
"No! It's your fault you forgot the condoms. You want me pregnant? You know we can't afford a baby. Why don't you eat me out while you masturbate? You like to do that."
With very little foreplay, Johnny soon had his head buried between her thighs. Masturbating his five inch dick furiously, while licking Mary's neatly trimmed pussy, soon had Johnny shooting his wad all over a washcloth.
Mary groaned in frustration, as she felt him slow and lose interest in satisfying her. Hearing her groan, Johnny, in his ignorance, thought she had cum, too. While he took his shower, Mary used her fingers, to reach an unsatisfying orgasm.
By ten o'clock, the rum was gone, the cooler was lost, and Mary and Johnny were leaned over a safety railing, bombed out of their minds. As dark as it was, there must have been over a thousand people wandering, or staggering around. Using the railing for support, as well as being out of the stream of humanity, the unsuspecting couple drunkenly enjoyed the music.
Roy Wainwright had been checking out women all evening, especially, white women. He had spied this couple earlier and kept them in sight. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know they were barely conscious.
Over her objections, Johnny had long before talked Mary into removing her panties. They observed many couples in various stages of having sex, and the devil rum had lowered their inhibitions. The alcohol had weakened her resolve, and she had let him clumsily finger her pussy.
Moving up closely behind the young white woman, Roy rubbed his crotch against her ass. Not getting a reaction, he lifted her skirt enough for his hand to reach her pussy. She shivered when his fingers touched her wet slit, but, never screamed, or tried to get away. Getting braver, Roy rubbed her erect clitoris, while inserting a blunt finger into her slick opening.
Hearing Mary groan, Johnny glanced over and asked, "something wrong, hon?"
