Tom walked into the bar just off Market Street in Philadelphia. The rhythm and blues music was blasting and the patrons were moving seductively to the beat. Tom and his lovely blond wife Tammy moved to the city 5 months ago from a small southern town and he had never been in a bar like this before. Tammy went back home to visit her mother and Tom decided to take in the sights of the big city. The music drew him in the bar.
After a couple of beers the 24 year old man began to feel comfortable with his surroundings. A couple got up and left and a beautiful black woman sat next to him at the crowded bar. Tom brushed back his light brown hair in an effort to look casual but he could not help but get excited by just looking at the divine diva sitting next to him. Della caught him staring and asked, "See anything you like handsome?"
Embarrassed he answered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare but you are so beautiful. Please let me buy you a drink."
"Thank you that would be very nice. Is this your first time in here? If I had seen you before I'm sure that I would have remembered."
"Yes, my wife went back home to visit and I thought it would be a good time to check out the city."
Della chuckled and said, "Oh I see; while the little wife is away the husband is going to play! Well, you certainly came to the right place baby. This bar if full of horny sluts just looking for a little action and I am sure you will find what you are looking for."
"No, no, I am not looking for anything. The music is great and I just want to enjoy it."
Della looked deep in his light brown eyes with her dark brown eyes, almost black, and smiled. As if in a trance, Tom gazed into her eyes then admired a perfect row of gleaming white teeth. He found her breathtaking beauty more intoxicating than the beer he was drinking. The luscious black beauty broke the trance by holding his hand and cooing, "Darling may I have the honor of the next dance?"
Tom could not say no to her and they walked hand and hand to the dance floor. Tom was 6'1" and the 5'2" black woman seemed small next to him but her breasts were huge and she curved in all the right places. Their bodies pressed together and Tom could feel his cock stiffen, so could she. He desperately tried to think of something else but it was no use. She was too sensual for him to ignore and when she rubbed her sexy frame into him it was all over. Her many womanly charms were just too much for him to resist. He bent over and kissed her delicious, full, red lips. Their tongues intertwined and sparks flew. Della broke the kiss to catch her breath and told him, "Oh baby, I like you, I like you a lot. I usually avoid married men but I am willing to make an exception with you! Your wife is a fool to leave a man like you alone. Let that thing go back down and we will return to the bar."
Tom was embarrassed but in a few minutes his cock went semi-erect and they strolled back to the bar. The conversation was casual but their eyes kept locking and they both felt an irresistible attraction that set them on fire. In the course of an hour 5 men and 4 women flirted with Della and asked her to dance. Tom exclaimed, "Wow, you are the belle of the ball; everyone wants to be with you, even the women, that's odd isn't it?"
She gave him a coy look and asked, "What's so strange about that? I like men and women! Does that disgust you or turn you on baby?"
"I...I don't know. I never thought about it. You are the first woman I met that likes women too."
"You mean that you know of baby; do you like to have sex with black women?"
"Never have, so I don't know. What's the difference?"
"First of all the contrast of skin color is hot. Personally straight white women are my favorite. Let me see a picture of your wife." Tom pulled out his wallet and showed her a picture of Tammy. "Oh my, she is luscious, blond, tall, small tits, and the face of an angel. Would you like to watch me fucking your sweet wife? Oh baby, she is perfect. I would rock her world, make her reach orgasms she never even dreamed of, and then teach her to eat my dripping black cunt. When I get finished with her, chocolate pussy will be her favorite treat in the world!"
Tom's face turned crimson as he said, "My wife would never do something like that. You may as well forget about it because she is a good girl and it isn't going to happen."
Della put her hand on his lap and squeezed his stiffening cock and squealed, "I knew it! You are turned on thinking about me ravishing your pretty wife. Please don't try to tell me different, the proof is in my hand."
'It...it does sound hot in a perverted sort of way. I don't understand why but it does excite me but then again so do you. If white women are what you like best what are you doing with me?"
"Baby, you are so handsome, nice, plus I love your cock, accent, and to top it off I want your wife bad. How old is she?"
"She is 22 but I told you that she would never go for such a thing."
"She will go for it and love it. I am 32 and a good southern girl will respect her elders." They spent a couple of hours drinking, dancing, and making out. Della suggested that they go to her place for a nightcap and Tom was in no condition to resist.