So, it was only to be one drink, I told Gayle, and she agreed. Gayle and I worked at a Steak House, nights, a second job for us both. My guy traveled with his job and there was only the dog waiting for me at the house, so one drink sounded fine.
We punched out together and I followed her to a hotel lounge that was close to both of our houses. Entering together, we chose to sit at the bar and ordered our drinks and began chatting away, catching up.
Gayle was single and a bit of a wild child at 28. I was married, but in an open marriage, and 32. Al & I had been in the swinging lifestyle for a couple of years and both of us have had our occasional quickies without the other around. It was all good for the both of us. Gayle knew of our lifestyle and was non-judgemental about it, which made her a good friend.
We made it through the first drink and, of course, ordered another round, laughing at ourselves as we did so. We hadn't finished our second when the bartender brought us another round. Answering our quizzical looks, he nodded towards the back booths and said the booth with the guys sent it over.
Of course we looked and we liked what we saw. Quickly conferring we said that we should thank them and, maybe, have a little harmless fun.
Best laid plans of mice and men.
The table had five guys, young, in their twenties; two whites, a hispanic, and two blacks. They pulled up chairs and invited us to join them for some drinks. We did and soon the seven of us had our own little party going on. Gayle and I took turns and danced with the guys. They began to get a little handsy with us on the darkened dance floor and truth be told, both of us went along with it.
I found myself gravitating towards the two black guys, enjoying my time on the dance floor with them and the feel of their cocks as we danced. I was definitely getting turned on and knew that I would soon have to make a decision.
On a girls' trip to the restroom, Gayle had already made her decision she told me. She was a big fan of coke; they had some and she was going upstairs with her three guys, do some lines, and probably wind up fucking all three of them, she confided.
So it would be my decision alone it appeared. Now, I had fucked a lot of guys, and girls, but I'd never fucked a black man, nevermind two of them at the same time, so it was a poser for me.
Gayle and her guys were gone in a flash after we returned to the table and my two guys scooted into the booth with me. Another round of drinks and one of the guys leaned in and asked if I'd like to smoke a joint with them. Now, I don't like coke but I do love weed, so it was a no-brainer with me. But when we were in the elevator the taller of the two leaned down and kissed me, my mouth opening to swallow his tongue willingly. The other moved in and started kissing my neck and softly caressing my braless breasts. When the elevator stopped, I knew that I was going to fuck both of these guys and I couldn't wait.
