Once upon a time, two ivory-toned husbands were sitting in the common area hospitality suite of an interracial party, chatting with each other. Their wives were somewhere on the hotel floor, but neither of the men knew which hotel room they were inside. Which room mattered not nor did it make a difference which ebony man, or men were currently providing their wives with pleasures beyond describing.

There were perhaps another twenty people milling around the hospitality suite. Most of the men were of the dark ebony color but a couple of the other ivory husbands could be observed chatting with one or two of the ebony studs who had come to fuck the ivory men's wives that night.

Two of the wives, taking a break between sessions, were present and surrounded by men who were intent on fucking them once they were ready to resume the night's play.

It was a festive environment, everyone in attendance knowing why they were there. Some of them hovered around the buffet table, some were dancing, and some of the men were just hanging out against the walls unsure whether they should approach one of the women or wait to be approached by them. Both ebony men and the ivory women who connected with them relished the thought of breaking one of history's most longest standing customs.

Bob introduced himself to Randy and the two men shook hands. Each of the men had seen the other a time or two before at the monthly Shangri-La parties but they had never spoken to each other until this night.

Both of the men hovered near the age of forty, Bob still had two years to go but Randy had obtained forty-one six months before. They both referred to their spouses as Hot Wives. Bob's wife Suzanne and Randy's Carmella had been virtually exclusive to Ebony men for several years.

"You smoke?" asked Randy.

"Yeah," replied Bob, "Wanna head out to the parking lot for a smoke?"

"Yeah," confirmed Randy.

"I wish they had a room where you could smoke here on the floor," Bob grumbled. "It's fucking cold out there."

"Give me a minute," Randy said, "I left my pack in our room."

"Sure," Bob replied.

The two men made their way through the crowd, passing one of the ivory women who could be heard asking one of the men how big his cock was. She was dressed in a red sequined dress that included a slit on one side that ran all the way up above her ass.

Her attire was typical of what the women wore early on during party nights, however most of them wore substantially less when socializing near the buffet table as the night got later.

"I'm into legs," Randy commented, "and those go from the floor all the way up!"

"I'm a breast man," Bob confided. The woman in the red-slit cocktail dress offered a good view for him as well.

"That's one of the things I love about these parties," Randy commented, as they turned down the hallway towards Randy's suite. "The women go all out to flaunt their stuff, really fun to see. Mine has to have new fuck-me clothes every time we come to one of these."

The door to Randy's suite was wide open and as the two men entered, they saw two ebony men on the king-sized bed with an ivory woman neither of them knew. One of them was fucking her while she tried to suck the other man's dick. Bob was amused by the frustration evident on the face of the man who was trying to get his dick sucked. His partner was fucking the woman so briskly that she could not maintain any rhythm on his dick, but obviously, she was trying her best.

None of the people on the bed paid any attention to Bob and Randy as Randy reached into one of the dresser drawers and grabbed a pack of smokes. Fresh pack in hand, the two men paused for a moment to observe the action and then left the room to head out to where they could light up.

Bob held his lighter out to Randy and commented, "I just hate it that we can't smoke inside." He was already shaking from the cold night air. "I'll bet it's below thirty out here."

"Yeah," shivered Randy.

"That's one of the reasons I prefer that we entertain at home," Bob said. "In my house, I smoke where the fuck I want to smoke."

"Yeah," shivered Randy.

"But, Suzanne... she really likes getting all spiffed up, wearing her slutty clothes, and having a crowd around. Of course, don't bother mentioning the variety. We make a game of it on the way in, trying to guess how many different guys she ends up fucking before it's over."

Bob drew in a huge lung full to finish off his cigarette and tossed the still burning butt out into the parking lot. The tip of it glowed and sparks fell away from it as it flew away from him about twenty feet. Randy was still puffing away on his and Bob considered lighting up another.

"The problem is, that I can't get Suzanne to do gangbangs at home."

Randy asked, "Why is that?"

"She's afraid some guy will get pissed if he doesn't get off with her."

"Yeah?" shivered Randy.

Bob, with his hands shaking from the cold wind that seemed to whirlpool under the hotel's veranda, pulled another cigarette from his pack and stuck it between his lips.

"She says that once she reaches her limit, she likes to think she can stop. If she is the only woman, well she hates to say no to a guy so she ends up overdoing it and then she is sore for a week."

Randy agreed with what Bob was saying, his wife Carmella also felt obligated to fuck until she could hardly walk, but she worked out at the gym three times a week so even at parties such as this, it was not uncommon for her to spread her legs to at least a dozen of the Brothers.

"Where do you guys live?" asked Randy.

"Over in Winston-Salem," Bob answered, "you?"

"Right here in Greensboro."

"Cool," Bob replied, as he flicked away his cigarette. "Let's get back inside."

"Yeah!" shivered Randy.

As the two men rode the elevator back up to the party floor, Randy suggested that maybe Bob and Suzanne could come over occasionally, and have fuck parties at his house. "We could invite maybe five or six guys over, between the two of them, I'm sure they could handle that."

"Easily," Bob agreed.