My name is Susan. My husband, Steve, and I are in our late 50's and have been married for 30 years. We exercise regularly, watch what we eat, and have both managed to stay in good shape. I'm 5'7" with light brown hair, long legs, and ample breasts with very sensitive nipples. Steve says I'm still hot and he often comments on my nice legs, small tight ass, and beautiful breasts. Steve is 6', and I still find him handsome. Our sex life has gotten better since the kids left the nest and we now have more time for each other.
We occasionally read sexy stories to each other and have recently began to share our fantasies while making love, which have brought a heightened level of excitement to our sex life. Most of our fantasies and pillow talk involve Steve sharing me or watching me with another man or woman, and sometimes pretending Steve is someone else, with me calling Steve by another name as we're kissing, caressing, and fucking.
Steve travels for business occasionally and I joined him on a recent trip, staying at a nice hotel that had a bar with entertainment. Our first night there we decided to eat at the hotel and have a few drinks. I dressed in a short black sleeveless dress that accentuated my long legs and ample chest. Steve says that it really looks sexy on me. It made me feel very sexy and to make it more exciting, I did not wear any underwear at Steve's request.
The bar was crowded when we arrived. We found an empty table near the back and we sat with me facing the other tables. As we sat there and sipped our drinks I noticed a handsome black man, who was there with several friends, facing me a couple tables away. He kept discreetly looking our direction, and I realized he probably had a great view of my legs beneath the table, now even more exposed as my short dress hiked up even further while sitting. I was at first embarrassed as I had shed my underwear and wondered if he had seen more than my legs, but then grew excited thinking this handsome black man was drawn to what was under our table. I then thought, why not give him something more to look at, and I shifted my legs a little when I noticed him glancing our way, giving him a quick glimpse of my bare pussy. It was mildly exciting to be a little naughty and know that someone was checking me out. I did this several times giving him a better view each time. I was beginning to get moist. Steve got really turned on when I whispered to tell him what I was doing.
Our fantasies occasionally included me with a black gentleman, something I have never done. Fantasies of me kissing and tonguing a thick lipped black man and visualizing a strong black body against my whiteness, with our contrasting colored arms wrapped around each other as a large black pole strained my pink pussy lips were inexplicably exciting to both Steve and me.
A few minutes later the waitress brought us a round and motioned toward the man I had been flashing when she told us where it was from. He gave us a smile and a wave as he walked our way.
He introduced himself as Jim and asked if he could join us for a drink. My husband was quick to say yes. I felt my pussy tingle as he sat down with Steve and me. He explained that he was in town on business and I felt myself blush as he turned to me and said he really enjoyed the show. He then got right to the point and said that he'd love to see more. At first we did not know what to say. This had been part of our fantasy life for quite sometime but now we did not know how to answer. Jim sensed our hesitation and told us that we didn't have to answer right away.
Noticing that I had almost finished my drink, he ordered another round. As we chatted, he told us more about himself. He showed us pictures of his wife and family. He said that he and his wife had not often but occasionally shared lovers, and they found it added excitement to their love life. They both travelled for work, sometimes together but sometimes separately, and if they observed something or someone attractive or exciting, they would text each other. They found this also added excitement to their relationship. I found this hard to believe, but Jim showed me a text conversation with a gorgeous full figured black woman, wherein Jim told her that he was watching me and particularly my open legs beneath the table. He had even managed to text a photo of our table to his wife, you couldn't clearly see beneath the table, but you could clearly see Steve and me, and Jim's description explained the rest. Jim's wife told him to go for it, as long as he told her every detail when he returned. Steve and I were speechless as we considered what we were being asked. Jim then asked if we had ever shared a lover. We told him no, and he then smiled and suggested that we might try it.
He then asked Steve, "do you mind," as he looked me right in the eyes and put his big hand on my knee and told me that I didn't know what I had been missing and he promised that it would be the experience of my life?
