Angela was nervous, actually she revised that she was terrified, this was not where she expected to end up. She had fantasied, and dreamed, then told her husband about it, but never believed it would become real. But here she was sitting in a hotel bar, her birthday present from her husband, waiting. Her clothes were not a million miles from what she would normally wear, her white blouse was one she liked wearing, but the skirt was unusual, she did not wear them at all normally, and certainly not this one that she had not worn for a good few years. This skirt only came down to about 2 inches above her knee, and she was very aware of how short it was because she had no knickers on, stockings too, when was the last time she had put them on, she questioned herself. Her bra was one of her favourite white ones, her 36 G cup breasts always needed good support, and her small heel shoes and jacket were from her everyday collection.
As she looked over at her husband, who was sitting across the bar in a comfortable seat watching, she thought to herself, I look good for a 48 year old woman, sexy, classy, definitely not slutty, and with no hint of where the night was going. She was trying to give herself some confidence, because she was really not ready for this, she was concerned that she could not go through with it.
Angela, with her husband, had been speaking to Daryl for about a month, he was a 24 year old black man, and today he was going to fuck her, her husband was going to watch. She had agreed to several things for tonight that she was not sure about at all, to let Daryl do things to her that she normally did not like, she certainly did not let her husband do them. They had exchanged a few pictures but the one that stuck in her head was the one of his cock, it was a monster, he said it was 9 inches, and from the photo's she believed him. Her dream was to be fucked by a big black cock and Daryl was definitely a big black cock. They had chatted a lot, and while she could not say they had a lot in common, they got on, and she definitely found his strong muscly body sexy and was very attracted to it.
She saw him approaching, and tried to relax, she had no idea what he saw in her old, chubby body that had borne several children, but he seemed very excited about the idea of fucking her.
'Hello Angela,' Daryl said, sounding very relaxed, more relaxed than she was, as he took the chair next to her.
'Good Evening Daryl, how are you?' she asked, nerves really fighting her desire to sound calm.
'I'm very well thanks,' he said as he caught the barman's eye, 'you want another drink?'
'I will have a vodka and coke please,' she replied.
Angela did start to relax as small talk progressed, and probably the vodka started to kick in, then Daryl leant over and put his hand on her thigh, it was a large man, the strong looking hand of a young man. She looked at him, silently giving him permission to touch her, as he slowly ran his hand up her inner thigh, until it was millimetres from her pussy, she could feel him moving, her minge hairs moving.
Angela had a trimmed pussy, she did not like the fashion for bald, but also wanted it to look nice, tidy, but there was hair there that Daryl's hand was touching. She was completely focused on his hand, it had pushed her skirt up a little and there were two or three men in the bar that could see her pussy if they looked now, that turned her on.
'You want me to go a little further,' he enquired.
'Oh yes,' Angela replied, waiting for his fingers to enter her, she took a gulp of her drink.
Daryl's fingers touched her pussy, it was wet already, and he very gently stroked a finger across her clit, as another finger parted her lips, sliding down towards her wet hole.
Angela relaxed back and let his fingers slide inside, she looked around at the guys that might have been able to see but none were looking this way. What was happening between her legs felt good, it was certainly getting her excited, she looked to her husband, who was intently watching now, and the thought of his frustration made her feel good.
She was brought back to reality with a bump, the barman lent over the bar, and said, 'I think you two should retire to a room before somebody else sees you.'
Angela, was a little embarrassed, but also turned on that Barman had seen, she looked at Daryl and said, 'we should,' as she hoped off the bar stool that she was on.
Daryl followed, and they walked out the bar together towards the elevators, as they exited Angela looked back and saws her husband down his drink and follow them. The three of them stood waiting the got into the car when it arrived, Angela pressed three, and the doors shut.
Angela opened her room door, and went through, she was followed by Daryl and her husband, the door closing behind them. Her husband took the seat in the corner as he had agreed with her that he would, and watched, photos and maybe film later too.