Runner Up

The Continuing Diaries of Wanda Casey

How “good” can you expect a couple of vixens to be when there’s copious amounts of booze, men and beach to go around? That’s a silly question when you already know what the answer is.

Megan and I decided since the boys were both away on business, to take a spur of the moment trip to Daytona Beach, Florida. It’d been so long since I’d seen the ocean, and Megan never had in her life! I hadn’t been to Florida since spring break in college (we won’t get into that) but I thought I would make a good tour guide and show her how to party it up on the beach.

The two of us were no strangers to getting tipsy and way in over our heads, but we were both happily married and not looking to get into any trouble. That’s what I told myself anyway. I suspected my friend thought the same way, yet she had proven to be unpredictable, maybe even erratic in the past.

She met me in L.A. at the airport and we hugged and checked each other out. It had been so long since I had seen Megan, not since our little dinner soiree, and in the meantime, she had gained a nice new pair of tits, not to mention two near sleeves of tattoos. She wore a tight T-Shirt with the number “1” sewn on it, Daisy Dukes and a nice pair of sandals. This new Meg excited me, and for a mother like her to just go for what she wanted in life made me proud.

“I love what you’ve done to the place,” I said.

“You look amazing as always,” she said.

We got on the plane and were seated in first class, of course. Our husbands made sure we were well cared for. Ah, they were certainly good for something after all. We held hands and waited for our drinks. Screwdrivers for both.

“Are you two…married?” a guy to my left asked. Thinking long and hard about it, I said “Yes,” and I reached over and kissed her. Sure, we were married, just not to each other.

“Yep, just me and the old ball and chain,” she said, reaching over and kissing me.

I knew it was not a place to make a scene but fuck it, let the guy squirm in his pants; at the least, he’d have a good story to tell his buddies later.

We arrived at the resort and the place was packed. While checking in, we asked about what the crowd was there for and the desk clerk pointed to a huge sign that said “Wet T-Shirt Contest”.

“I am surprised you didn’t know,” he said. “I thought you guys would be here to win it!”

Us, here to win it? I thought. Sure…why not? If there was still time.

“Yes, of course, that’s why we’re here,” Megan said. “We were just teasin’ ya. Which way to the stage?”

We quickly changed in the nearby ladies' room into our bikinis and high heels. They supplied the T-shirts, which were sponsored by Bellamy Productions. Whoever and whatever the fuck that was.

There were about two dozen girls there, most of them young, much younger than me. Even younger than Megan who was only in her mid 20’s. All of them hand gorgeous bodies; in fact, the ones with smaller breasts can and did pretty well, indicated by how well the crowd received them. It was all about how you carried yourself, how “giving” and how much of a production you made of it. I thought I was a shoo-in though, given that I was so naturally gifted in the chest department. But, much to my surprise, Megan took away the trophy and thousand dollar grand prize! I finished second. Frankly, I was a little pissed at her for beating me, the vivacious blonde with real tits, but good for her. She seemed to be on quite the winning streak and I was happy for her.

James Bellamy, a gorgeous black man with expensive clothes and the Bellamy behind the Productions, shook our hands and posed for photos with his two best girls. He even smelled nice. I was getting turned on by him something fierce. A few drinks in, I was definitely horny.

After the photo op, a familiar face came walking up.

“SHAWN?!” I screamed.

“Wanda, hello,” he said smoothly. “I saw you and…Megan? Up on stage. Can’t say I agree with the decision. You know you’ll always be first in my book.” Thankfully Megan was too busy getting ogled by the throng of guys wanting to meet her to hear him put yours truly above her.

What a smooth talker. OK, I may have said that already a thousand times.

“I believe you know Megan, our winner,” I said, calling her over.

“Yes, indeed I do,” he said. They were coworkers and had been introduced but I wondered if they had ever really noticed each other before.

He kissed her hand and she loved it. The crowd dispersed and it was just the three of us.

“What in the world are you doing here?” I asked.

“Came by invitation,” he said. “I am longtime friends with Mr. Bellamy.”

“Don’t mean to pry, but how’s the wife?” I asked.

“We’re kind of on the outs right now,” he said with a twinge of sadness in his voice. Poor man. I know what would cheer him up. A spin with yours truly. What other force than fate made us meet up again like this? I hadn’t seen him since his wedding night, and we all know how that went.

Then I caught myself again. Fuck. What was wrong with me? I was married.

“So I heard about the good news with you and…John is it?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, flashing the ring.

“Me too,” Megan said, trying to be part of the conversation again.

“I see that,” he said. “So, two married — happily married women enter a wet t-shirt contest and take first and second prize. Who knew?”

Mr. Bellamy came back over and shook Shawn’s hand. “So what are we doing for the rest of the night?” he asked.

“I’m getting my drink and my dance on,” Megan said. “But we need to get changed out of these wet things first. Wanna go back to our room for a few while we tidy up?”

Bold. Real bold.

“Sure thing, champ,” Bellamy said.

“Well, how about it Shawn?” she asked.

“Anything for the champ,” he said. Smooth talker.

There was no secret that we were inviting them back for more than to wait for us to change, so in the bathroom, we had a quick pep talk.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” I asked her.

“Um, yeah, let’s go for it,” she said.

“OK, let’s do this,” I said.

We both strode out of the bathroom wearing nothing but white robes and high heels.

“We’re both still soooo wet,” she said.

Cheesy. But effective.

Mr. Bellamy dropped his shorts and out came his big black cock. I wanted it in my mouth something fierce, but oh yeah, Shawn was here too. Out he came. Shawn knew the drill; chances are he was getting laid whenever my face appeared.

We sat side by side on the couch, removed our robes, and she put Bellamy in her mouth as I tasted Shawn’s massive girth. This was my first time seeing two black men together and Megan, this was her first experience with a black man.

“I’ve never had big black dick before,” she cooed, in between slurps of James’ fat cock.

He said nothing but groans and grunts. Meanwhile, I was busy pleasuring an old friend.

“I’ve had this big fucker before!” I said, yanking on it, sending shivers up his spine.

After several minutes Megan said “We should switch. I’ve heard all about the great Shawn, but I have to see for myself.”

“There’s my runner up,” Mr. Bellamy said as he switched places with Shawn. I’ve sucked a lot of dicks but I relish the thought of a new one. Here he was. Delicious.

I briefly thought about my husband as I glanced over at Megan sucking Shawn’s cock, playing with her own pussy while she gagged on it. Fuck, this girl brought out the worst in me. Or was it my best?

He spread her thighs apart as wide as they would go and entered her with a grunt. There was my Shawn. Or what could have been my Shawn giving it to her, kissing her as he tried to plunge his whole girth into her tight little cunt. It wouldn’t go in but halfway and sent the bitch for a ride she never felt before, coming a creamy white mess all over him.

“Pay attention my darling,” Bellamy said to me. I imagine he meant “wake up bitch” but he was too much of a gentleman. I was such a voyeur I couldn’t help myself from peeking at our neighbors. I would’ve probably slapped me across the face.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Fuck me, please, sir, fuck me good!”

“Face down,” he said, turning me around and burying my head in the couch. I wondered, for a second, how many times this couch had been treated this way…

“As you command,” I teased him. He was the first guy I fucked other than my husband since we were married. I thought back on all the chaos leading up to that lovely day when my whole world seemed to fit. I wondered what I was going to do about all this…should I tell him? I knew, in my heart, he would forgive me. He’d be in a jealous fit for a while but then he’d probably think it was kinda hot. After all, didn’t he just fuck Megan on our dining room table? This was more than fair. But he had my permission. Oops.

James found my pussy more welcoming to his thick cock than poor Megan’s young housewife pussy. He plunged into me all the way to the balls, which slapped against my ass as he fucked me to an incredible orgasm.

“Fuck! Sir! Fuck me!” I screamed.

“Some great friends you have here,” I heard him say to Shawn, who was still working away at my friend.

“I want some of that Prize-winning pussy,” Mr. Bellamy said. “Let’s switch.”

Shawn. Oh My God Shawn. I was going to have him again! This wasn’t really cheating, right? It’s not like with Mr. Bellamy. He was a new cock. Shawn was a long lost cock. Not lost anymore.

Apparently Mr. Bellamy didn’t like his women to look at him while he fucked them because Megan was sent face down into the couch just like I was. Shawn let me up for some air, thankfully, and greeted me with a long wet kiss.

“Mmmm, Wanda,” he said. “I knew we’d meet again somehow, someway.”

He spread me apart and plunged himself in.

“It’s all warmed up for you,” I said.

He grunted and moaned as he delved deep inside me.

“Always second, aren’t I babe?” he said.

I felt so bad for him. We were an afternoon away from maybe getting married, alone at a resort together and I wound up down the hall in Eddie’s bed. Then my roommate trapped him in a marriage that couldn’t work. Yet here he was, fucking me still. So all was right with the world.

I was awoken from my daydream to hear a loud moan coming from our neighbors as Mr. Bellamy came all over his champion’s gorgeous ass.

“Ugh! That’s my fucking champ!” he howled.

“Give it to me, baby,” I whispered to my man.

I was set back so far on the couch my legs were pinned behind my head and my man, as I was now keen of thinking of him, pulled out and blasted my pussy with his hot juice grunting “Second place! Second place!” We were kin like that, seemingly always runners up in the game of life. Maybe that was our connection. We still had fun though, lots of raunchy fun!

“Time to get you girls cleaned up and ready for a night out,” Mr. Bellamy said. How thoughtful!

He and Megan used the shower first while Shawn and I basked a little while longer. When it was our turn I checked my phone and there were a couple of texts from my husband:

Hello from…where am I? Oh yeah, Chicago.

Are you behaving yourself?

I wrote back:

Hello, my love. No, I’m being a bad girl.

I sent him the pic of the two of us with Mr. Bellamy.