Out with the Girls

Out With the Girls

Chapter One

My name is Judy and I'm a thirty-nine-year-old, married, white wife. I've been married for a long time and I work hard to have a good life. So, I never really had a lot of excitement going on. My husband was going downhill in our sex life, so, that didn't work out well for me.

But never having any kids, my body was still looking pretty good. I always got a double take from men, due to my 40c chest, which made me feel a bit better about myself.

One of my old girlfriends reached out to me and wanted to set up a girls' night out on the town with our old group of friends. She lives fifty miles away, and the time she had picked was when my husband would be away for his work. I decided to go, so, I got my hair and nails done, bought a nice new set of jeans, a new top, and headed off to meet her.

I showed up to her house, and when I went in, the other girls were there already. I noticed that all of them were dressed in miniskirts or mini dresses, and all decked out, that I felt so undressed standing with them.

Sue smiled at me and said, "This is a girls' night out and you need to be dressed for that."

"I thought we were just going out for some drinks and talk about old times!"

"Sweetie, we are doing that, but it's been a while and we want men to notice us."

"Do your husbands know about this?"

They all spoke up, "Hell, no!"

Sue told me, "You need to fit in, so you need to change your outfit."

"Well, I didn't bring any of that stuff with me."

"Don't worry, I can help you out," she told me as she led me to her room. She went into her closet and came back with a black, mini dress, that was very mini, and had a bit of a deep v neck. "Here, try this on," she told me as she handed me the dress.

"There's not a lot to this."

"True, but you will be noticed in it."

I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a bit taller than her so the dress was a bit shorter on me. The top was held up with thin spaghetti straps, so my bra straps, and some of the cups, could be seen.

Sue looked at me, "Sweetie, you need to get rid of that bra."

I giggled at her, and took my hands up, cupping my boobs, and bouncing them some, "These girls need this bra."

"Not tonight, Sweetie!"

I took the bra off and noticed that a lot of cleavage was showing and they moved when I was moving about.

"Yes, you will be noticed tonight, Sweetie!"

"That's what I'm afraid of," I responded back to her.

"Why? No one around here knows you," Sue said with a wicked grin on her face.

"That's true."

"If you really want to get noticed, you can get rid of the thong you have on as well."

"No way, Girlfriend! As short as this is, people could see more then what I want to show."

"Just saying," and then she turned around and came back with stockings, a garter belt, and high heels.

"Hell, I haven't worn stockings and a garter belt for years!"

"Yea, I know. It's a bit old school but I think they give you a sexier look." I did put them on and felt she was right.

Out the door we went, and we took a couple cars, with Sue riding with me. She had on the same outfit as the other girls did.

We went into a bar that wasn't very classy, but they had a band. As we walked in, I could feel everybody looking at us, especially, since there was no one there dressed like us, plus, there were more men and girls there. We ended up finding a big circle booth and sat down.

We started to drink and make up for lost time, then we all went out and fast danced. I couldn't help it, but I noticed my boobs should've had the bra on, and I think others did too.

But the more we drank, the more I didn't care. It was a hot day out, and very warm inside, so me and two girls, would take a break, go outside to smoke, and cool off.

After one of these breaks, I noticed a small group of guys come in and they looked like they had been partying for a while. I thought they were college kids, out on the town.

It wasn't long and they noticed our little group and that we were dancing. They started to come over and ask us to dance, the other two took them up on it and went out to dance fast, and so did I, but when getting up, I had to be careful due to the short dress.

As I danced, I couldn't help but notice the guys staring at my chest, but I didn't know why. But hell, no one knew me here, so party on. When we went out to smoke, some of the guys came out with us to smoke and talk. We were all getting along and having fun.

I was having a great time, because I hadn't done this in a long time, and not with guys half my age. Yes, a couple of the guys were black and I've never really hung out with black guys in the past due to there really aren't any in my small town, but they were fun and joking around, and they were good dancers.

I didn't do any slow dancing with anyone until later in the night. Then one of the black guys grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the booth, and telling me, "It's time to dance," and by pulling me out my dress, caused it to ride up some, so there was good chance he saw more than he should have, but off we went to dance.

It was a slow dance and he pulled me in tightly to him as we danced. He was a smooth dancer as he moved me about the dance floor. His hands got a bit friendly as they slid around my back side, and I could feel him looking down my dress as we danced.

Near the end of the dance, I felt him press a bit tighter to me. That's when I felt something press against me, it had to be his cock, it was getting excited, and I could feel it pressing my leg.

I think he wanted me to notice it, but just then the dance ended and he led me back to the table. I glanced down to notice the bulge, yes, it was his cock I felt.

A couple of the girls had to leave, so now the guys were hanging out at our booth and partying with us. Me and Sue went out to smoke, and to get some fresh air, but one of the black guys came out with us to smoke too. But Sue said she needed the lady's room and ran back in, but I told her, "I'm going to finish mine before going back in." He stayed out with me and said, "I want to keep you safe."

But then it started to rain and we were standing by his truck, so he opened the back door and started to get in, as he told me, "Get out of the rain." Not really thinking, I jumped in with him.

He cracked open the window as we finished smoking. Then he smiled at me, "Have you ever dated a black man?"

"Well, no, I live in a small town and there are no black families in town."

"So, would you?"

"I've never thought about it, but being married I would have to say no."

"You should think about it, you might enjoy it."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"We are great kissers."

"I didn't know that, but I'll try to remember that," I said with a chuckle.

That's when he leaned over and gave me a firm kiss on the lips, "See what I mean?"

"Well, not bad, but nothing great," I said jokingly.

"I know, but that's just an ice breaker," and that's when he leaned over and kissed me again on the lips. But this time, he pressed harder and his tongue came out, pushing into my lips. He was trying to French kiss me. I wanted to tell him to stop, and as I started to say, "Stop," that's when he shoved his tongue into my mouth. He was now French kissing me, and to tell the truth, he was good at it.

I guess I slapped him, as he started kissing me heavily and shoving his tongue deep. It was so deep I couldn't talk if I had too. I have never been kissed like that and found I liked it.

As he was kissing me, his hand was on my shoulder rubbing it, but I didn't really notice as he started to slide the strap off my shoulder, letting my dress slide down some. That's when he shoved his tongue deeper, and heavier, down my throat, and I felt his hand slide down, cupping my boob, that was almost falling out, as he started playing with it.

He stopped kissing me and leaned down, as he pulled a bit on my dress. My boob popped out and his mouth was locked on my nipple, sucking on it, and nibbling on the nipple. I pushed on his head telling him, "I'm married."

He stopped and leaned back, "I just wanted to show you how a black man can kiss. What do you think about it?"

"Well, you do kiss nice, but you're getting a bit carried away here, and I think it's time to go back in."

"So, you like the kiss! But there is more to us than you may like!"

"Well, I don't know."

But without any hesitation, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. I guess my eyes showed my shock, but there in his hand, was the biggest, hardest, cock I've ever seen.

"So, does your husband have anything like this?"

"No," I whispered as I stared at it.

"So, what do you think of it?" he asked me, as he stroked it some and it seemed to be getting bigger.

"It's very impressive," I said as I giggled nervously.

"You don't know the best of it," he told me as he reached out pulling my hand to his cock. "Feel how big and hard it is?" It was hard and looked so black, with my white hand on it. He started to move my hand up and down his cock, using my hand to stroke it. As I watched this going on, I found myself stroking it without his help, and he even let go of my hand, letting me stroke it.

I was getting a bit excited about how big and hard it was, when he said, "So, it seems like I was right, and I do have something that you like about black men," he said with a wicked grin on his face, as I just looked at him, as I stroked it.

"Do you like what I showed you?"

"I have to say yes."

"Glad you like it, but I wish white people would be fair with us."

"I've always been fair to everyone and never put down black people."

"Glad to hear you say that," he said as he reached over and put his hand high on my thigh. "I showed you mine, so now it's time for you to be fair, and show me yours," he said as he pulled on my leg.

"I don't know about that," I told him, but he kept pulling on my legs and parting them more.

"Well, all I want is a peak, and see what a white woman looks like," he said as his hand slipped up and crested my thong.

"You saw me, and even played with my cock, so it's only fair I get a peak," and that's when his finger caught onto my thong and pulled down. I didn't know what to say, or do, but I did notice that I was still stroking he cock.

"Damn, I can't see with these in the way," he said as he pushed my legs closer, so he could slide my thong down my leg. He pulled them off, as his hand slid back up, pulling my legs apart again. He didn't waste any time and I felt his hand on my pussy as he feeling it.

"Damn, someone's a bit hairy," he complained, as he ran his hand through it.

"My husband doesn't care."

He pushed my dress up and pulled my legs wider. His finger found my clit, and found it hard, and my also wet pussy.

"Damn hard to see with all this hair," as he pulled my legs wider and moved his head down to get a better look. As he looked, his finger was still playing with my clit, but now my legs were wide open and he slid off the seat saying, "I needed a better look."

But his face went right to my pussy and his tongue found my pussy. I jumped from the shock of what he just did.

"You don't like this?"

"Never had anyone do that."

"You never had your pussy eaten?"

"No, he doesn't want to do that."

"He's one fucked up dude," and that's when he started to eat my pussy, while playing with my clit. I'd never had it done and I didn't want him to stop, so I leaned back, letting him eat me.

I guess he knew he had me and was grabbing my hips, as his tongue lashed my pussy and I was moaning out loud. But as he kept eating me, he pulled me to him and made me slide further down on the seat. I didn't care, all I wanted to do was cum.

It didn't take long, because I found myself cumming hard and grinding into his face. I fell back onto the seat, trying to catch my breath from all of this.

He stopped eating me with a smile on his face, "I do think someone liked her pussy eaten by a black man."

"Black has nothing to do with it, but I did like it."

"You do have one hot, wet, hairy pussy, woman," he stated as he started to kiss my stomach. "Glad you liked it."

He reached up and finished sliding the other strap off my shoulder, with his face still between my legs. He pulled the dress down and let both boobs out now.

"Damn, Bitch, you have one helluva big set here," as he stroked and played with them and licked and sucked on my nipples.

"Glad you like them," I said with a giggle, while thinking if I could get him to eat my pussy again.

He stopped licking my boobs and moved up, kissing me on the lips, but now he was laying on top of me. That's when I felt his hands slide down, pushing my legs a bit more apart. I knew what he was doing, and I could feel his hand grab his cock and start rubbing and guiding it to my pussy.

"I don't think I can do that," I told him.

"Hell, the way you came on my face, you're more than ready for this!" That's when I felt the head of his cock pop inside me.

"This may be going a bit too far," I moaned out.

"Hell, you like playing with my black cock, and you like cumming all over my face, so now you're going to love this black cock fucking you," he declared as he pushed harder and deeper.

The only thing that went through my head was the night me and my friend got drunk at a party and they kept talking that all the white women should fuck at least one black guy. Here I am now, in back seat of a truck, with a strange black man, and his cock in going into my pussy. I was finally, going to get fucked by a black man.

"Oh, damn, I don't know."

"We're done talking about this! You're going to get fucked by your first black man, and I'm going to fuck my first white bitch," he said as he pushed deeper into me.

I'm his first white woman and he's my first black man! What the fuck! As he pushed in more, I could tell that he was way bigger than my husband, and now he was pushing into me, where my husband had never been. I tried to breathe through all this, and now found myself wanting to stop, but I wanted him to fuck me.

I moved my legs to make it easier for him and found myself fucking him back. "That's it, my white bitch, fuck me too," he ordered me as he pushed deeper, and harder, into me.

"Damn, I've never been fucked so deep or so hard," I moaned. I was fucking him now, and cumming on his cock, as my moaning got louder. It almost felt like he was going to poke out my back side, as he pounded me into his seat.

Then I felt his balls hitting my ass, so I knew I had him all in me, as I tried not to scream in pain. I guess he got excited too, because it wasn't long and I could feel his cock filling me like a water hose.

"Damn, I've been black fucked," I told him, as he emptied into me.

He slowly pulled out and moved up on the seat, "So, now you know what a black man can do."

"I guess I do," I said as I watched his black seed leak out of me.

"I think you need to get yourself together, and we get back in there, before they come looking for us."

I started to get myself straightened out and heading back I said to him, "I think I need to find the ladies room."

"Yes, you do," he said with a chuckle.

I went in and tried to clean up the best I could, before I headed back to the booth. They were all still there and didn't seem to notice that I had been gone. He came from the bar with drinks and sat beside me, as he started talking as if nothing had happened. Sue reached over and borrowed my phone to call home, and that's when I felt his hand on my inner thigh, working his way up. His finger found my pussy as he chatted away, and he continued to finger me. When I was cleaning up, I knew I'd forgotten my thong, but I guess he found out I didn't have them on.

Sue handed me my phone, but he reached out and picked it up, "Can I call my friend?"

What could I say. It was in his hand and his other hand was in my pussy. He dialed and got no answer, so he handed it back to me. Then Sue said, "We to head out."

I had to push his hand out of my pussy as I got out of the booth to leave.

"Nice to get to know you, Judy," he said as he had a big smile on his face.

"It was an experience," I said as we headed out the door.