Today, I went to Dillard's to get some new summer outfits. I had been dieting and working out all winter and was ready to slip into something new. While I was looking through some racks of skirts and tank tops I noticed a young black man staring at me. I smiled at him and he seemed to blush and turn away.
As I left the store with a few purchases and was walking through the mall parking lot that guy pulled up next to me in his car. He had some hood-tricked out Toyota. I had to smile to myself.
"Hey, you want to go party with us?" He said. I noticed he had two other black young men in the car with him. I knew what they had in mind and I hadn't had a black cock in a while. My husband was at home with my kids so what the hell. He owed me some time anyways, he works all the time and leaves me with them.
"Sure, but where is the party?" I asked grinning.
"We have a room over at that hotel and a couple 12 packs." He said. "You can ride with us or follow us over if you want."
I said "Sure I could use a drink" and I licked my lips, which had a nice shade of red lipstick coating them "and I have some time to kill. Why don't I follow you over, my car is right there."
"Don't get lost," he said. I finished the short distance to my car that my husband had worked very hard to get me. The last few yards to the car I could hear some of their comments about my body. I suddenly got a little moist in my crotch thinking about their young hard cocks. Then I got a little worried. It had been at least 5 years since a black man had fucked me. My husband who is white has a nice cock but only about 8 inches and I was getting ready to have sex with 3 black young studs. I knew it; they knew it, no sense in hiding it.
I jumped in my car and nodded to them. They waved me on behind them. Then I heard some R & B start to jam out their window. That told me that they were obviously pretty young and probably very horny.
I followed the short distance to the hotel.
We parked and since it was one of those shady hotels with outside access to each room I knew I wouldn't have to worry about being seen in a hotel lobby. I watched them walk up to a room, 215 was the number. Then I followed quickly.
One of them held the door open. I walked in and he closed the door and locked it. He then asked, "What is the hurry?"
"I am married and I don't want anyone to see me come in here." I said.
"Really, well what is your name?" he asked.
"Trish" I lied.
"Trish my name is Steve, and this is Rick, and that is Tim" Steve said, "Want a beer."
I shook my head "I will take a coke or something though."
Rick chuckled "I hope you don't just expect to sit here and drink soda Trish."
I shrugged "what else is there to do." Damn, this guy is straightforward and they seemed by the way they moved and their actions they had done this before.
Rick said "we pick older married women up at the mall all the time and usually we have a lot of fun with them" he then winked at me.
I bit my lip, knowing that in the past this always drove men wild. Watching me suck on my bottom lip for some reason always ensured a good fucking. "I only have a couple hours before I should get home, would you like to see my tits Rick?" I asked.
"Hell yea, damn you are one fine ho. Most of them other married women have to be talked into showing them." He answered.
