Karen and I had been busy all summer and needed some relief. I found out about a Jazz festival on Beale Street in Memphis, so I arranged for us to fly to it. We arrived Thursday night, picked up our rental car and had enough time to enjoy a great meal and listen to a little music before we drove back to our airport hotel and fell into bed exhausted. The next day we drove the town out doing tourist things.
That evening we dressed to go out, me in my usual jeans and a button up shirt, Karen in a nice blouse and a fairly short for her black skirt that I had brought for her. We had eaten a big lunch so we drove to Beale Street looking for a place to have fun. We finally found ourselves at a club that had lots of people going in and out of it, but had only a short line waiting. It appeared to be all one large room with big, old style ½ round booths along the wall that held 4 or 5 people. With loud music and dim lighting, the place was very full and very active. After a short wait we were taken to a single booth that was actually almost around the corner from the rest of the place. The hostess apologized but said it was all they had. It was actually a little isolated from the rest of the place, as our view was restricted, but we could still hear the music. If we scooted to the end of the booth seat, we could see part of the dance floor and the band.
Waitresses didn't come back there so I went to the bar for our drinks. We drank our first round and enjoyed the music. When I went to the bar to get our second round, I saw two big nicely dressed black guys that were walking around looking for a place to sit and I told them they can sit with us if they like, but they had to get their drinks at the bar as there was no wait service back there. They got their drinks and sat down and the booth was completely full now with hardly any room between us all. We all talked for a while and we found out they were professional guys in town for a conference. They were Mark and Ray, both mid 30's and were quite nice. We all got along laughing and talking and started alternating buying rounds.
We were all feeling no pain and having a good time. Ray got up to go get a round, and I whispered in Karen's ear that now would be a good time to go to the bathroom and take off her bra and panties and put them in her purse while she is there. She grinned and nodded ok. I was sitting on the end of the booth with the view of the main room, so I got up so she could get out. After she was gone for a few seconds I called Mark over by me to look at someone on the dance floor. I stood by the booth while we watched, with Mark sitting on the end. Karen came back and I said "Just sit on the other side, we are watching someone." Which she did.
Ray came back with drinks and Karen scooted over for him so he could sit down. She was now between them. Mark scooted over so I could sit down, but I said "I need to go to the bathroom" and left. When I got there I texted Karen to rub their cocks and have some fun. She texted back ok. When I got back the guys kind of acted a little guilty and sat straight up. I just smiled and said "You guys have fun. Everything is fine." As time went on I noticed that they were all not talking but were obviously doing something under the table. I asked Karen "Are you having a good time?" She said "With my hands full of cock, and my pussy full of fingers, how can I not be happy?" I laughed and asked the guys why they hadn't tried her wonderful tits yet, as she is blocked from anyone seeing her. In no time her tits were out with hands and mouths all over them. After a little while I asked them if they wanted to move the party to our room, all three agreed.
While Karen buttoned up her blouse, Ray and I went to the bar and paid our bills and we all left. The guys had taken Uber to the club so we all walked the short distance to the rental car. As I got into the driver's seat, I told Karen to put her purse in the front passenger seat and she could sit in the backseat between her two new friends, so that they could get to know each other better. I had rented a mid sized car, but we ended up with a mini-van, which fortunately had a nice wide backseat. The big guys on each side of the busty blonde had just enough room to be comfortable. I turned on some music and pulled out of the parking lot to start the 20 minute drive to the hotel.
As I drove I heard laughing and rustling from the backseat, so I redirected my rear view mirror where I could watch. There was just enough light from the street lights that I had a good view of two very erect black cocks sticking up from the guys laps with one of my wife's white hands slowly moving up and down on each of them. The guys were not still during this time as they had Karen's skirt well up and were taking turns rubbing her naked pussy and fingering her. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned and her tits were being groped and sucked as well. Occasionally one or the other would lean in for a deep kiss from her.
