The cheating. Chapter II. The dancing

While Lisa, Alina and Sonya finished setting the table and adding more seats, Nastya and Irene took the men to the guesthouse and showed them where they could spend the night. The Africans complained that they had to stay in the same clothes they had come in. Nastya joked that their gorgeous bodies would be a great addition to the girls' dresses, Irene encouraged the flirting and suggested that the handsome guests sit one by one between the girls so that each beauty would be courted by a beau. Nastya managed to explain the idea in English to Lamar, who nodded in understanding.

"Your house — your rules!"

"U hoere — ons lede (Your whores — our cocks)!" Prince echoed it so that only the boys could hear. They laughed and patted each other on the back in agreement.



"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alina asked her best friend Liza as she took the pizza out of the oven. She was arranging the bottles of wine and drinks the Africans had brought on the table.

"Why not?" Liza replied. "You know, I haven't enjoyed the company of men for so long that I'm actually glad that Vitya left. Thanks to your husband, by the way, he would hardly have gone alone."

"That's for sure. They're inseparable, they'd rather stare at the water than dance with their wives…"

"You don't say!’‘ Alina was supported by her friend. "And it was not just about dancing!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well... you know."

"Uh—huh?"

"I told you that Vitya and I are trying to have a baby," Lisa put the bottle on the table louder than it deserved. The plates and glasses rattled.

"You did,’‘ Alina nodded. "And how's that?"

"Absolutely nothing!" Lisa growled angrily. "Excuse me for the details, but how can I get pregnant when my husband prefers camping and friends to sex with his own wife? And when we do get it going, it lasts about five minutes. I can't even get aroused in that time. I'm tired of him coming as soon as he puts his dick in my vagina. Every time I feel like my husband is winning some kind of shitty racing championship."

Alina laughed:

"I think Kyrill can also compete with him."

"Really?" Lisa was surprised. "I thought... You don't have a problem with that."

"I wish we did’t," Alina sighed. "The sex isn't bad, but lately he's getting off earlier than he should. And this constant "I'm tired", "I have to get up early tomorrow" ... If he didn't sit at the computer so much, he wouldn't get tired!"

"Oh, girl, I think we both need to spend some time with real men!"

The girls laughed.

"If only to spend," Alina clarified. "I'm not as open as our desperate Nastya."

"That's for sure," Lisa confirmed. "She seemed ready to sleep with all of them at once, even though she had the most alpha-male guy. Remember Anton?"

"You bet I do! Handsome, it's a shame they didn't get together."

"Let's see, maybe they'll get together again,’‘ Lisa suggested, arranging the napkins on the edge of the table.

"I think Nastya will find herself a new alpha male today," Alina giggled.

"Maybe a few," Lisa winked at her friend. "We'll remain unnoticed, as always."

"Judging by the way they're staring at you, girls, Nastya isn't the only one who's going to have some fun tonight," came Sonia's voice, who had returned from the cellar with several more bottles of alcohol. Alina and Liza looked at each other and blushed. At that moment Irene's head poked through the kitchen door - she, Nastya and the Africans had returned to the house.

"All right, chefs? Is everything ready?"



A few minutes later, everyone was seated at the table. At Irene's suggestion, there was a rotation of black guys and girls. Nastya sat at the head of the table as the main celebrant. To her right was Lamar and to her left was Prince. Next to Lamar, as his old acquaintance, sat Lisa, to her right - very muscular Jared. Next was Alina, then Tyrell, as tall as a basketball player with the figure of Apollo, and after him Irene. Simon, the smallest of the guys, took a seat between her and Sonya. On the other side of young Sonya sat Prince, who looked at the girl with a strangely predatory expression. But he was looking not so much at Sonya as at her long legs, hidden under the table and adorned with dark stockings.

It seemed as if the Africans were sitting like that for a reason. Each of the male clearly enjoyed looking at the curves of their neighbors' bodies, which were only accentuated, not hidden, by the beauties' outfits. Perhaps only Prince looked at all the beautiful women at once with a vulgar gaze.

The toasts began. First to the meeting, of course, then to the birthday girl, her house, her parents, the wonderful food and the girls who prepared it. After almost all the salads were eaten, four bottles of wine were *****, and the plates of pizza and pies were half emptied, the guys decided to move on to stronger drinks. On the table appeared African rum, expensive whiskey and a few more bottles of alcoholic beverages of the strangest and most daring colors the girls had ever seen. There were still a few bottles of wine on the table, but Lisa, Nastya and Irene expressed a desire to try what the men had brought. At least a sip.

It did not escape Alina's attention that Prince and Lamar glanced at each other as they poured the poison-blue drink into glasses, but she did not pay much attention. The toasts came again, now more specific. First to all the women in the world, then to the beauties at the table. Prince raised his glass to the attractive bodies of the girls around him, but mixed up English and Russian and ended up saying something incomprehensible. Nevertheless, everyone laughed and the atmosphere became more and more friendly and relaxed.

Lisa, Nastya and Alina were already ready to dance and gradually began to move to the dance floor. The africans were also very danceable - they moved really well and their muscular black bodies looked very hot in the half-light that descended on the room at the beck of Anastasia's hand. Someone turned on a disco ball and colorful circles danced around the room. Only Sonya wasn't dancing, but she wasn't bored — Simon was sitting next to her, and he seemed to be persistently persuading her to try a colorful drink from his shot glass. Sonya left the only one who drank only wine.

Prince, by the way, was also sitting next to the girl, on the other side, but while Simon was entertaining the beauty with conversation, and she was blushing and giggling every minute, covering her lips with her hand, the fat man was just looking at the girl, obviously mentally imagining in which positions and how long he would fuck her. But no one noticed — the dancing girls were the center of the guys' attention, and next to each of the beauties dances the guy sitting next to her at the table, which confirmed the theory that Africans have already chosen out their "hoere".

For example, Lamar danced next to the star of the evening, Nastya, and there is no other word for it, because she moved extremely erotically. His hands wandered so often over the girl's body that she had to pull them away with a smile. Nearby, Lisa was twirling her ass in her provocative dress, and she was joined by tall Jared, whose muscular torso was only accentuated by his tight t-shirt. He was more modest than his "boss", but still managed to get his hand around the blonde married woman's waist or neck a few times. Alina and Irene found themselves dancing next to the giant Tyrell. The girls hugged each other several times, neither of them knowing what was causing such a hot sensation of desire. Alina thought that if her husband were there, she would definitely lock herself in the bath with him. But even Irene looked so damn attractive in Alina's eyes now, especially in that tight white dress. And the black man was a real god in the flesh - Alina looked at his gorgeous body with open lips and was a little jealous when his big hands stroked Irene's body instead of hers.

"Oh my God, there's something huge in his trousers!" Nastya shouted into the girls' ears, pushing her way over to Lisa and Alina. She was red and sweaty. The girls couldn't help but notice that she smelled of alcohol.

"Maybe he forgot to take the bottle out of his pocket?" Alina giggled. She noticed that Tyrell, who was dancing next to her, had allowed himself too much again, and his huge palm moved from her back to her buttocks in a commanding but gentle motion. The blonde smiled at the handsome man and moved her hand upward in a sharp motion. Having taken the hint, Tyrell was immediately interested in Irene, who allowed herself to be fondled where "getroud slet", as the Africans called Alina, forbade it.

"It seems to me that the movies didn't lie about what Africans hid in their pants," Nastya continued to tell about her "discovery".

"Come on," Lisa waved her hand and leaned back a little" she clearly liked the way Jared held her against him, rough and sharp, not at all the way her husband had treated her. Lisa wished she could feel more authority from Victor. She was tired of being the head of their little ******...

Pressing her plump ass against the man's groin, Lisa suddenly laughed and turned to Nastya and Alina, who looked at her with a look of envy and surprise at the same time, and shouted:

"Nastya, maybe you're right!"

Nastya and Alina laughed back.

However, dancing in dresses might have been pleasing to the eye, but it was not very comfortable. Soon Lisa, out of breath and flushed, flicked her beautiful hair from her forehead and suggested that the girls go change. Nastya, judging by her behavior, was ready to share this process with Lamar, who was already hugging the beauty by her hips. It didn't. It was not hidden from Alina that Nastya was rubbing her thighs against his groin.

"I wonder if she really feels something big in there!" Alina thought to herself, a little surprised at the vulgarity of her own thoughts. Lisa, however, was more sober and aware of both her own and her friend's actions, and so she led Nastya upstairs under her arm. Irene, Sonya, and Alina followed them. They came down five minutes later, having changed into more comfortable clothes, but it couldn't be said that they were less attractive to men's eyes.

The first to appear in front of the men was Anastasia. She had changed her tight dress and even removed her stockings. Nevertheless, her outfit now fit better with the men's outfits - like the Africans, she was dressed in a sporty way. The girl's bottom was covered with leggings made of thick black fabric, which made her long legs look amazing. In addition, the pants very attractively emphasized her small ass, which now became the object of attention of all the men in the room. On the upper part of her body, the girl was wearing a very tight top, which looked great on her impressive breasts. It was so tight around Anastasia's roundness that the men could see the translucent nipples when they took a closer look. Most importantly, there seemed to be no bra under the top, which in itself affected the men like a red rag on a bull. The Africans immediately began to shower the dark-haired beauty with compliments and various vulgarities. Of all of them, Anastasia, who did not fully understand the African language, understood one best.

"Dit is boobs! (What breasts!)."

Elizabeth came down the hall next. The redhead beauty was also wearing tight leggings, but in grey. Her big ass looked quite provocative in them, but the guys were obviously satisfied - the love of Africans for "big butts" was well known, and if the beauty wanted to attract their attention, she succeeded. The beauty pulled her hair back into a ponytail, revealing a beautiful face. Liza washed off her evening make-up (unlike Nastya) and only lightly painted her face, emphasising her lips, cheeks and large expressive eyes. The upper part of Lisa's body was also hidden under the top, but the neckline was much smaller, and she wore a bra under the top. Despite the more modest image of the beauty, the men were obviously not dissatisfied with what they saw - the sporty outfit perfectly accentuated the young woman's juicy figure, but it was not even that that attracted the Africans, it was the wedding ring on her finger. Like Alina, Lisa was married, and that was a trigger for the blacks. Someone whispered, "Nog 'n getroude slet!" (Another married bitch!), but the last exclamation Lisa heard and understood was: "Ek wil haar aan die hare neem en haar op haar knieë laat sak! (I will take her by the hair and put her on her knees!).

Alina took off her dress with great difficulty and stayed upstairs for a while to wash off her evening makeup, so she had to decide very quickly what to wear — her friends had already changed. The choice fell on dark blue leggings. They were the most comfortable clothes for girls, not restricting their movements and not looking too open at the same time. But if Nastya's butt was not hot enough and Liza's was a bit overweight, Alina's was perfect. The curve of her hips, the pumped-up glutes — even when she wore only jeans, men went crazy when they looked at her from behind. Her ass looked great in leggings, Alina knew that and liked to wear them to the gym after another bad night with her husband. The blonde loved to feel the men's eyes on her ass and now she felt them again. She enjoyed the attention, so much so that the nipples on her small breasts swelled slightly, reminding the beauty of the fact that she was not wearing a bra. But not because she wanted to draw attention to her breasts. It was just comfortable. The africans didn't know that, so they appreciated the outfit in their own way. Someone in the audience said, "Ek sal hierdie getroude esel naai!" (I'm going to fuck this married ass!). But Alina didn't know the language and didn't understand the meaning of the sentence.

While the girls were changing, the guys obviously did not waste any time. They moved the tables aside, leaving only a small table with alcohol and glasses. The girls noticed that everyone had already been served - even young Sonya. Liza thought about telling the men that the girl didn't drink strong alcohol, but at that moment Irene's cheerful voice sounded.

"Well, Sonya, it looks like you're going to have to have a little drink as well!"

The sisters came down last. Their appearance also impressed the dark-skinned males. The males reacted like animals smelling females. And there was a lot to react to. Irene did not support the sporty style of her friends and wore a very light summer dress with a floral print that would have been embarrassing even on the beach. A bra was out of the question - with every movement of the beauty, her pretty little breasts almost jumped out of the neckline. Sonya wore a bright green top with long sleeves that hugged her small breasts tightly, and a very tight black skirt that was obviously a few sizes smaller than necessary. At the same time, the young beauty did not consider it necessary to change her evening makeup for something simple and looked extremely vulgar. And this was proved by the boys' phrase: "Ek betaal vir albei se monde!" (I will pay for the mouths of both!).

Nastya and Lisa laughed when they saw the guys' excitement. Everyone had another drink. The girls didn't realise it, but with each new drink, their view of what was happening changed. Whether it was the alcohol or something else, the beauties did not understand, but what had seemed unthinkable, wild and abnormal before - for example, the presence of five almost unknown handsome men in the same room with them - did not seem unusual now. Anastasia realised that her ex-boyfriend Anton was no match for these stately and powerful dark-skinned handsome men. Elizabeth and Alina regretted that their husbands did not have such attractive bodies and did not react with such passion when their wives, dressed in similar clothes, flashed in front of them. Lisa found herself thinking, not for the first time, that none of the dark-skinned men would have preferred a camping or fishing trip with a friend to a lavish sex session with her. Alina admired the men's muscles and tried to figure out if her husband had a chance to look as powerful. She couldn't even understand when she had become so attracted to muscular male bodies. The blackness of the Africans' skin made their already beautiful figures even more exotic and desirable.

"Lucky the girls they fuck" - Alina thought to herself. And from the look on Lisa's face, the blonde was sure that her friend was thinking the same thing.

And as for the sisters Irene and Sonya, they were simply enjoying the attention they were getting from the men. Irene's thoughts were similar to those of Nastya, Lisa and Alina - none of the guys she knew had such power, such authority and strength that came from the Africans. The girl even thought that if humanity were not bound by the norms of morality and decency, she would easily resemble some animal female and give her body to those hot black men. Even the presence of her very young sister would not have stopped Irene - because Sonya looked at men with the expression of a fully grown woman.

And her whole behaviour said that she might lack in flirting experience and the ability to show off her sexiest features, but she was more than willing to make up for it with the openness and feigned innocence that so attracted all the guys. Although Irene knew that Sonya was not so innocent - there were videos in her browser history that made even the experienced Irina blush. Besides, Sonya was clearly not a virgin. And although her parents and Irene had never seen her with a boyfriend, the older sister couldn't rule out the possibility that her younger sister had lost her virginity, either with a boyfriend or on her own. Maybe she put something a little deeper than she should have?

The dancing started again, and lasted for almost an hour. This time everyone was dancing. Lamar and Nastya remained close and seemed to be able to feel each other's bodies. Jared also tried to get closer to Lisa, but failed for several reasons. First of all, the girl preferred to dance with Alina, singing non-musical to famous pop songs. Secondly, when he put his hands just below Lisa's waist, the girl stubbornly lifted them up, and when they went over her belly - down.

Alina roughly understood what Lisa was feeling because the same emotions were raging in the blonde's soul. When Tyrell, who mostly danced with Irene, turned his attention to her and pressed his powerful, pumped-up body against the petite beauty, Alina wanted more than anything to press herself against him in return. But the realization that she was a woman first, and that her husband was not so far away, stopped her. There was a third reason - despite his attractive looks, Tyrell was still a stranger. Flirting with him went against everything her mother had taught Alina, and what Alina wanted to teach her children. And the young married girl had no doubt that Lisa, her friend in misfortune, was tormented by exactly the same contradictions. They really wanted what the guys were offering - but couldn't afford it.

As for Sonya, she was the center of Simon's attention. At one point it seemed that the girl was kissing a dark-skinned handsome man, but it turned out to be just a play of light - the girl just put her head on his shoulder in the process of dancing.

Another song ended. Nastya asked the guys to help open the windows and air out the room — it was getting very stuffy. While everyone was drinking, not alcohol this time, but something that could refresh them, Prince took Jared aside and talked to him about something, showing him the screen of his phone. Then the two of them approached Lamar, and after a brief dialogue between them, he stepped forward.

"Ladies and friends, may I have your attention, please?" the man spoke in good English, using simple phrases so that even Sonya and Alina could understand him. "I suggest we take a break and play a game."

Nastya groaned unhappily. All games, whether board games or active games, were a waste of time. Alina, Liza and Irene were not happy either — they all wanted to take a break and continue dancing. Only Sonya shared Lamar's enthusiasm. She sat down on the sofa, showing that she didn't mind relaxing with something less active than dancing.

"Oh, come on! Everyone loves this game. Besides, it's a game that allows us to get to know each other better."

"Which one?" Alina was interested.

"Truth or Dare, of course!" Prince said. He showed his phone and the cable that came out of it.

"Can I connect my phone to this TV, Anastasia?" he asked, pointing to the huge plasma screen on the opposite wall. The girl said yes. A few minutes of manipulation and the name of the game appeared on the TV screen: Truth or Dare 18+, Hot Edition.

"What a name," Irene laughed, but her voice sounded very interested.

"Yes, it's not an easy task, beauties, but we'll start with the easy level and maybe with 'truth' instead of 'dare'. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I can," Nastya said hesitantly. The other girls seemed very interested.

"Who's going to start?" Lisa asked.

"Let the game decide," Prince replied.

It was decided that the game would be played in English, since everyone present more or less knew it, and if someone didn't understand something, it would be translated.