The white couple at the bar seemed keenly interested in the black men who were the majority of the patrons in the place, which was already quite full and very lively at 9 p.m.
Dolan, one of the black customers, observed them, sitting discreetly in a corner away from the bustle, drinking classic drinks instead of trendy cocktails. Wearing wedding rings.
The man, quite ordinary and pleasant. The woman who interested Dolan, a lush blonde in her thirties, very pretty, hair loose, the breasts well displayed in a generous cleavage, so large that it prevented her from wearing a bra. That it wasn't even necessary, as her breasts were well erected and firm.
And he approached them, making contact. He's a handsome, insinuating, friendly man, around 40, and was well received.
"Hi, good evening. I'm Dolan, a regular here. Are you new? Enjoying it?"
"Hi, we're appreciating the movement. Very lively bar. I'm Paul and my wife is Stephanie.
They exchanged greetings and Dolan soon learned that the beautiful Stephanie had been Miss City at the age of 18 and was the fourth finalist in the national competition.
She was deflowered, had his cherry broken, by one of the organizers, a married man, in the event hotel itself. And fucked several times throughout the night by him and another man. Who also fucked, in the following nights, other girls from the competition.
She won prizes, gifts and money. A millionaire took her for a weekend in Paris.
They had been married for two years.
Dolan didn't ask about the husband's activities. Men never interested him.
"Are you a cuckold? Interested in black men for her? Is that why you came here?" he asked sincerely, faced with the husband's spontaneous confession about his wife's sexual past. It left both Paul and Stephanie with red faces, embarrassed by the explicit and direct nature of the question.
"Oh... no... no... that is... not yet... we've come... we want to get to know... see what it's like... " Paul, still blushing, hastened to clarify, visibly embarrassed.
Looking and smiling at Stephanie, placing his black hand affectionately on her white, well-manicured hand, Dolan realized that he was facing easy and delicious prey. A white couple, a very pretty wife, blonde, with a beautiful miss body, full of fantasies, in search of their first adventure.
"Well, from what I see, the beautiful Stephanie hasn't cheated on you yet. Despite her past of having sex with other men, because of her beauty, your marriage remains monogamous. Just you and her in bed," he said to the shy and inhibited Paul.
"Oh... yes... that's... well... we're married, Stephanie is a good wife, has exemplary behavior and loves me," the husband explained. Speaking with conviction and a little pride in the intonation of the voice.
"Oh, of course, I know that, I can see it in your eyes. You're a puritanical couple, full of fantasies. Stephanie has met men, had lots of cocks in bed before marriage and that turns you on. It makes you hot. You think about these things a lot. And you have ideas. Lots of ideas. Sex ideas, right Paul?", Dolan said, naturally revealing a bit of the perverted mind of Stephanie's husband.
Who remained silent, keeping his eyes lowered, in a genuine confession of guilt.
Yes, that was real. Dolan knew.
"Thinking about his wife's men, the guys who had sex with her, dirty studs who fucked her hard, makes his cock hard. No need to lie, I know it's like that, Paul," he added, a little hard, winking and smiling at the beautiful blonde.
He was quickly mastering and learning to treat Stephanie's husband as what he really wanted to be. A cuckold.
And he didn't stop. Didn't shut up. Now with his hands cheekily holding both of the girl's hands, under his husband's complacent gaze, Dolan continued.
"However, apart from not having cheated on him, she's never been black. She hasn't had a black cock in her delicate, delicious blonde pussy yet. That's why you're here. That you bring her to this bar. In search of a new adventure that will fulfill your secret fantasy about your wife and us, black men, men with big black dicks."
Paul made an expression of astonishment at the direct and even somewhat crude way in which the man spoke, revealing with harsh words the fantasies that had been in his mind for a long time.
"Don't be upset, Paul, I understand you. Stephanie too, that's why she's here, I'm your friend and a good comrade," he softened his words, not wanting to give the conversation an aggressive tone.
That became mild and pleasant. Dolan was very didactic. With an engaging speech.
"Look, Paul, this is a black flirting bar. I've been going there for six years. I know all the sexual secrets that go on here and that my eyes and these walls contemplate.
Every week, white couples like yourselves are here, at our tables, with beautiful wives of the type of Stephanie. And what do they want? What are they looking for?
They seek for what we have, and have a lot. Well-endowed black men. These are couples whose partners enjoy watching us, black men with big thick dicks, fucking their white wives, fiancées or girlfriends. Whether they're virgins or not. And let's get them good fucked.
Believe it, that's what we do here. I've turned black dozens of white wives.
They arrive with their husbands, bring their blonde pussies and I turn them into black-owned cunts.
I've fucked virgin brides before the wedding. I do them from virgins into whores in a single night with my 9" cock.
So what? Have I pleased, interested and convinced you? Isn't that what you want?" Dolan ended his engaging speech with a friendly smile.
Leaving the couple speechless, still amazed at the explicit way in which their new black friend had unveiled and awakened their innermost sexual fantasies in one fell swoop.
Dolan continued smiling.
"That's what you want. You don't have to confirm or deny it, I know that's exactly what you want. Everyone wants it. Everyone comes here looking for a black cock for their wives. It never fails, they always get the big black cock they want," he said with gentle authority.
Then, made a sensual invitation to the couple.
"Let's go to your house now and make the fantasy come true. You, Paul, will enjoy me giving Stephanie, in her first betrayal, a big black cock, a beautiful dark snake of nine inches."
Paul startled. He hadn't expected things to happen so quickly. He had kept the fantasy within the domestic sphere, in bed, just between him and Stephanie. They finally decided to go to the bar to get to know the atmosphere, to feel the thrill of being in a black community.
But then Dolan appeared. He was engaging, cheeky and captivating. Knowing and revealing their secrets.
