I was curious what that meant but it kinda turned me on just a little. I entered and was amazed that I was maybe one of ten white women, and the place was packed. A huge dance floor was filled and a long bar along one side of the club. The D.J. was rocking with some big bass beat and good dance music. The first move for me was to find a seat at the bar so I wouldn't be too far from the drinks. I was here to party after all. I was also hoping hubby would be here to drive me home if I had a few too many. I ordered a drink as I climbed on the barstool. My dress was maybe a little too short for a barstool as my stocking tops were showing off a little but it kinda made me tingle a little. It only took a few seconds before I noticed the guys were already staring and not even hiding their eyes looking me over. I like it when men aren't afraid to openly flirt and let me know they are interested.
The bartender delivered my drink and asked if I was alone.
I told him my husband would be here a little later but for the time being I was alone. He asked if he should keep a tab or pay as I go. I told him to keep a tab and hubby would pay when he arrived.
It was only a couple of minutes later when a tall very nicely dressed black man came up and asked if he could have a dance. He noticed my wedding rings and added, "if your husband wouldn't mind."
I told him that hubby would probably be insulted and disappointed if no one asked me to dance while I was waiting for him. I took his hand and stepped down off the stool. I asked the bartender to save my chair. He said not to worry, it would be mine for the night. We moved on to the dance floor and the first thing he did was grab my hands and pull them up around his neck. He moved his arms around my waist and started pulling me close. I thought about what if hubby was to walk in and see me this close to a man I didn't even know. Of course, the answer was, he would most likely get turned on. Especially with such a tall handsome black man. I got the tingle again. We danced a couple of dances with him pushing himself hard into me so that I could feel him harden against my tummy. Finally, I let him know I needed another drink and to just sit a minute and see if hubby will be arriving anytime soon. He reached down, gave me a little pat on my butt, and walked me back to my stool. He thanked me for the dance and asked for another one later. I told him to come back after a bit and I would love to.
It seemed that there were plenty of men wanting to entertain a lady waiting on her husband. I think they each wanted to be the one dancing with me if hubby did show up and catch us on the dance floor. I never spent a dollar on a drink. I also never had an empty glass. As soon as I got off the dance floor, there would be a fresh drink waiting on the bar. I didn't count the drinks. I don't believe I could if I wanted to. The first man to ask me to dance was now dancing almost every dance with me. His hands were also getting very good at finding my hot zones. When he knew for certain that I didn't have a bra on he went wild by pulling the dress apart enough so he could reach down with a kiss and bite a nipple. He had invited what must have been a good friend to dance with us. He never said his name but then, I don't know his name either. They were both calling me baby, and that was good enough for them too. When we returned to the bar, they took the stools on either side of mine and scooted them together so there was no space between them. One would swivel my chair to face him and run his hand up my skirt while he used the other hand to help spread my legs. They would take turns twisting my nipples and would see how hard they could twist them before I said to stop. As one finished, he would then turn me around for his friend to play almost the same game with my body. My mind was already gone. We would dance some more. Their cocks would be grinding into me from both sides. I was drunk, sweating, juices running down my legs. I started reaching behind me to hold the cock pressing against my butt. They would turn me to take turns facing each one and they both had nice big, extremely hard cocks. I think they had forgotten that I said I was waiting on hubby. I knew he wasn't coming but I think it turned them on to think of him coming in and watching them taking me right on the dance floor. My dress was stretched so much that my nipples were barely covered at any time. My thong was drenched and drawn up between my butt cheeks and the lips of my pussy. We were all ready to fuck. I was starting to realize the fantasy of my husband and myself could be realized if I was brave enough to go through with it. This checked all the boxes. Two big black men. Not one, but two huge cocks. And the best of all for me, them taking me like they wanted to. Hard, rough, bare. I was too drunk to think clearly but I knew this was what I wanted.
We got to the bar and as usual another drink was waiting. I told them I could not drink one more drink. I needed to drive and was totally unable to drive now.
They said, drink up and we will make sure you get home safe.
I told them that was sweet, but I knew it was nothing sweet. They were both going to have me, and I was going to have both of them. This night was much better than my expectations when I started out.
They called the bartender to settle the tab and we walked to the door. I was almost embarrassed; they both had their arms at my waist holding on to me pulling my dress up as they did. I walked with them with anyone who wanted to watch seeing my ass with two hands squeezing and pulling. My tits were clearly popping out of my dress. I know I looked like a two-dollar whore and that excited me even more. My legs were slick to my knees with my excitement. We went outside and the parking lot looked strange. It was dark and I couldn't remember where I had parked. I was lucky to remember which car I was in. I finally just told them I was parked on the edge of the parking lot. They took me to a big SUV with tented windows.