A Gentleman at a Bar Loans me His Wife

I’d met this nice couple at a bar , and we’d had a few drinks and talked politics and poetry and sort of hit it off . The husband was tall and solidly built much like myself , with silver speckled thru his dark hair and the wife was a hot soccer mom dirty blonde . She had full d cup breast and wide hips and ass . They were delightful . Smart and funny , but also weirdly relaxed talking to big black man in a bar they didn’t know .

The husband over the e course of the convo became more and more quiet , more of a fly on the wall as me and the wife turned the convo more from politics to poetry and philosophy. She’d studied and earned her PHD in Philosophy and I’d considered my self a connoisseur of it myself . Oddly enough the husband and we didn’t seem upset that we hit it off . He actually began to order more and more drinks and sort of ply us with liquor .

Eventually he excused himself to the restroom and me and the beautiful mother to flirt . But not not with words . With looks held longer than they should have been , or a playful slap on the shoulder that turned into a gentle forearm rub . The husband promptly returned and the wife went to a restroom . He turned to me getting close enough to whisper and told me that she liked me and he thinks that I should invite her up to my room . He smiled , I laughed . But he was dead serious . He told me that they’d done it before when the romance was stale or stagnant and it lit a fire in her that would burn ferociously for a while .

Knowing that he was indeed not joking and was egging me on to fuck his wife . I mentally adjusted. I scooted her chair closer to mine. Knowing when she returns she would have her thigh touching mine . A subtle change but something that would tempt her ….

when she came back and sat down , here thigh gentle parked next to home grazing up against my jeans . I kindly reached down and laid my hand on her thigh and she looked into my eyes –
what i noticed the most was the fact that she didn’t blink . Not for a second , not for what seemed like seconds into minutes . She was just as ready and excited for this as was I . We made short work of the drinks and then I invited her to ride to my hotel room with me .

We entered the hotel room and mixed some tequila with pineapple juice . She handy finished sucking down her drinks before she was on her knees sucking down on me . It was feverish. her short cut bobbed up and down on my dick . It was so good it was torture .

I leaned forward cradling her head between my thighs and abs. This way i could control how hard and fast her head bobbed as well … I wanted her to let me fuck her face but slowly

Not even fucking really – I just wanted my dick to roll across her tongue like absent minded candy rolls around in a child’s mouth …

She asked could she get on top of me and ride it . I nodded and leaned back . She mounted me taking the headboard into both of her hands –
she then put on a show , nothing short of americas’s got talent . We explored every inch of each other that night till we lay in streams of sweat and bliss

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