Why would he need us? My mind took me back to what Fred my bartender had told me about him being out of my league. I was beginning to think maybe Fred...was right. “Mom check this out,” Michelle said picking up a remote control from the coffee table.She pointed it to the wall across from us. A section of wall parted in two like Moses had parted the Red Sea revealing a TV screen bigger than the one at the bar. We started to watch some TV. The next thing I knew I awoke back in John’s bedroom and I. I must say that I did look like a sexy little slut.When the doorbell rang I took a deep breath and opened the door. There was Pete, a tall, good-looking guy. He looked a bit confused so I took him by the hand and pulled him through the door. "Hi, Pete, it's me, but this is the real me. I go by the name Melanie." He still was confused and silent so I walked up closer to him, put my hands on his shoulders and gave him a little kiss on the lips. It was a kiss where my lips were slightly open so. My wife, however, wanted a black man. As is often the way with a marriage, this would take some compromise on both our parts.The way we lured our gentleman caller into the fold was simple. I sat at a table with two small flags, one red, the other green. My wife would circulate through the bar and flirt with men she found attractive. When a man returned her flirtation, she'd look to me for my opinion. I'd wave the green flag if I found the man appealing and thought I might like to see him enter. Phil was speechless but clearly very exited and up for it as he had already started feeling Sandra's tits, the tits he had lusted after for ages. Next thing Ally is kissing me and I'm running my hands over here tiny body. But my mind was on what Phil and Sandra were doing. I looked across the room and they were all over each other, I could see his hand between her legs groping her pussy through her black lace knickers. What a turn on!! Soon after Phil and Sandra went to the bedroom.We spent all.