My name is Helga and my husband's is Ricky. I am 5'5 wear a size 34C bra. I am a blue eyed blonde from Germany with great looking legs and a nice ass. I met my husband at one of the HOT New York parties. We started talking, have a few drinks, he took me home because the girl I came with was busy with some guy, I was sure she was glad that I left her alone. We hit it off well and started going on dates and finally got married. He was 27 and I was 26. We have been married now for 10 years. The sex was great but after a couple of years I suggested that we should spice it up by having a third party. I thought for sure he was going to blow his top. To my surprise he said he had been fantasizing about this for some time, and he would love to do it. I was delighted and told him I wanted black cocks because they turn me on and I had been fucked and eaten by blacks before. That did it. Every story I write is an actual experience
A friend of mine, that is also into voyeurism and group sex, for much longer than I have, told me of a bar that I might want to try with my husband.
She said she has been going there regularly with a male friend or by herself.
If you dress yourself appropriately you will give off the signal that you are there to have some fun. The guys there know that any white woman that comes in has only one thing on her mind, to get fucked. They know that if you come in with a guy, he knows what's it all about. It is located in the black section of town. I was intrigued and mentioned it to Rick. His response was.
"Lets find out".
It's Saturday and I put on a black short skirt tied with a string in the back of the neck. Deep cleavage, no bra, black thigh high stockings without garter belt, black thong, stiletto high heels. I asked Rick if I looked sluttish enough.
"These guys are going to fall all over themselves to hook up with."
It was around 10 o'clock when we got there. We walked in, it was dark! In more ways then one! We found a booth in a corner and sat down. A waiter came over and asked what we want to drink.
"Vodka on the rocks."
My eyes finally got adjusted to the darkness and I could make out at least a half a dozen guys sitting at the bar. There was a good looking brunette sitting with them. I could smell pot being smoked and I wanted a joint. The brunette had her short skirt up to her panties and one guy was feeling her up while another was kissing her, his hand down her blouse. Another guy was standing in back of her his hand snaking down to her pussy. She was laughing. She seemed to have had a lot of liquor in her and having a good time. Our waiter brought the drinks. Rick paid and we ordered another round right away. Rick got up and asked the waiter where he could get a couple joints. The waiter smiled, came back about 5 minutes later with our drinks and handed Rick a half a dozen joints. Rick paid and we lit up.
Joints and alcohol make me feel relaxed and ready for anything that might happen.