It had been a month or two since we had gone to the club with our newfound friend when he called and told us he was being sent to a construction job about 1,500 miles away. Needless to say, we talked to him a few times but never met with him again.
My wife was disappointed, to say the least. Things were back to normal with no extra playdates. Then one day she asked if I could look for a new BBC playmate. I agreed to do so.
It was months of emails and texts and sorting through the picture collectors and the guys who didn't want to meet but just wanted to hook up. Finally, I came upon a black man that piqued my interest. He was very good at communicating and not just boasting about how he could pound that pussy with his big cock. He seemed well-grounded and was extremely respectful.
He was a director for a medical supply firm and came into town about 4 to 6 times a year. He always stayed at an upscale hotel downtown which was perfect for us as we lived within walking distance of there.
I had him text my wife and they spent lots of evenings talking about what they each did for work, for fun, and what they each liked and disliked in the bedroom She had me read every text and that would usually lead to some hot sex later that night.
The funny thing about her is she would tell me she didn't like to talk about it, but when we did her pussy would open up almost like a flower and immediately gush with her juices. it was like flipping on a switch and all that would take place.
As it turned out he liked to tell his sluts (as he called them) what to wear. I was surprised when she replied, "What do you want this slut to wear?" She typically isn't that easy to convince to try something. I was even more surprised that she didn't object to being called a slut.
He asked where we would be meeting. She said if it's not raining we will meet at a rooftop bar downtown. He replied, in that case, you will wear a thin sundress, a sexy bra, a thong to match, and heels. He went on to say the bra will be a demi to allow your nipples to poke against the fabric of your dress.
As I read their conversation I became very aroused and she commented you are enjoying this, aren't you? My response was "Absolutely I am." What was not to enjoy? Seeing her ravished by a black man and myself together seemed pretty hot to me.
When the day came to meet the sun was shining brightly and the temperature was a perfect 82 degrees. As we strolled to the bar our anticipations were high in hopes that we might get to play again.
We arrived early, as we like to do to scope out the bar and pick a table that we think is perfect.
We picked a table overlooking the square below. It had four high stools with rather small seats. The table had a foot rail on it which was fairly high for a person my height but perfect for shorter people. The small seats and high rail would become a topic of conversation later on.
While I was sipping my beer he texted her and said he was running late but he would be there. We had finished our second drink when he showed up.
He wasn't the looker that her first BBC was. He was shorter and not as well built. What he lacked in stature he made up for in personality. He was so fun to be around.
With him, our conversation went right to the lifestyle and what he liked about it. He was really into telling his dates what to wear and daring them to do risque things.
He commented that she had listened to him about her dress and heels but had she obeyed the rest of his desires as to her undergarments. She answered simply, "Yes."
He was sitting straight across from her and immediately said "Put your heels on the foot rail and spread your legs and let me see." She answered, "You are awfully sure of yourself." He followed with "Well you came here and supposedly wore what I asked. Prove it to me."
Now the bar had been steadily filling up as it was such a beautiful day. Our table was centered at the front of the bar so every other table faced us. There were probably 10 tables including ours. Most of them sat four or five patrons. There were only two like ours that sat three.
What she did next had a consequence that she hadn't counted on.
She raised her feet and put them on the rail. This is where the tiny seats I talked about earlier come into play. Only about half of your ass is on the stool. When she put her feet on the rail her sundress fell away from her legs and her lace thong was on view not only to us but to the entire bar.
She had no idea and kept her feet there for his and my viewing pleasure and unbeknownst to her the whole bar.
Finally, he said yout you have been showing your thong to everyone in the bar including your husband and me. She said "good" and kept her legs right where they were.
SHE WAS HOOKED! She was loving this.
I then reached up and tweaked her left nipple and it immediately stood hard against the thin fabric of her dress. She tweaked the other one so they matched. He was having a great time and so were we.
She asked what he was doing in return for her. He told her to remove her heel and use her foot to feel his crotch. There was a very large member inside those khakis and she wasted no time rubbing it with her foot. As the rubbing continued the member became quite a bit larger. He made her quit before precum started to leave a wet spot in his khakis.
We were talking about going back to his hotel room when he said I have one more dare for you. Go to the restroom remove your thong and come back here and place your feet the way they are right now.
