Nikki's Hot Nights

[mundyman]

Jamal's Birthday Party

Let me describe Jamal - 6'6" Black Muscular guy, with a foot long fat cock(scared the hell outta us husbands for our petite wives). It was his 27th birthday. The invitation had been sitting on our kitchen counter for three days before I really looked at it, I read it on the very day of party and the dress code made me pause.

"Ladies: Show-stopping. Gowns, heels, no holding back.
Gents: Keep it chill—shorts and a tee are perfect."
“What kind of party is this?” I’d asked Nikki that morning, trying to sound curious, not concerned.
She just smiled. “Jamal’s style.
Later, as she got dressed in the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed in my plain black shorts and gray t-shirt, tying my sneakers like I was getting ready to run errands. Meanwhile, she moved through the room like a goddess. The dress she’d picked was daring—blood red, tight in all the right places, the fabric shimmering slightly in the low light.

“Holy hell,” I said, standing up slower than I meant to. “You’re not just going to that party… you’re about to ruin it for every other woman there.”
She smirked, glancing at herself in the mirror, clearly enjoying the effect.
I stepped closer, slipping a hand around her waist, pulling her in slightly. “If you walk in like that, Jamal’s gonna forget it’s his birthday.”
I stood there in the mirror next to her, and we didn’t look like we were going to the same place. She looked like the centerpiece of something grand. I looked like her driver.
And that’s when the thought hit me—quietly, but hard: Maybe I wasn’t really invited.
Maybe I was just the one dropping her off.

How did she meet Jamal???

[CuckedbyNikki]

Jamal's Birthday Party

Let me describe Jamal - 6'6" Black Muscular guy, with a foot long fat cock(scared the hell outta us husbands for our petite wives). It was his 27th birthday. The invitation had been sitting on our kitchen counter for three days before I really looked at it, I read it on the very day of party and the dress code made me pause.

"Ladies: Show-stopping. Gowns, heels, no holding back.
Gents: Keep it chill—shorts and a tee are perfect."
“What kind of party is this?” I’d asked Nikki that morning, trying to sound curious, not concerned.
She just smiled. “Jamal’s style.
Later, as she got dressed in the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed in my plain black shorts and gray t-shirt, tying my sneakers like I was getting ready to run errands. Meanwhile, she moved through the room like a goddess. The dress she’d picked was daring—blood red, tight in all the right places, the fabric shimmering slightly in the low light.

“Holy hell,” I said, standing up slower than I meant to. “You’re not just going to that party… you’re about to ruin it for every other woman there.”
She smirked, glancing at herself in the mirror, clearly enjoying the effect.
I stepped closer, slipping a hand around her waist, pulling her in slightly. “If you walk in like that, Jamal’s gonna forget it’s his birthday.”
I stood there in the mirror next to her, and we didn’t look like we were going to the same place. She looked like the centerpiece of something grand. I looked like her driver.
And that’s when the thought hit me—quietly, but hard: Maybe I wasn’t really invited.
Maybe I was just the one dropping her off.

How did she meet Jamal???

She met him on a Girls Night Out