When my wife told me she was going out of town again for work, I briefly considered the possibility of her meeting Dion again. But what was really the chances of him ending up in the same bar at the same time without knowing she would be there. I reassured myself she was just going for work. It turns out my wife was just going for cock.
My wife checked into her usual hotel hoping to find Dion in the bar again. She got the keys to her room. Put her stuff away and then headed to the bar right away. She must have sat there for hours with no luck. Later in the evening she noticed a group of black men at a table laughing and enjoying drinks together. She dangerously tried to make eye contact with any of the men who glanced her way.
After making eye contact with one of the men at the table a few times. He got up and walked over to my wife to introduce himself. By now my wife had had quite a few drinks while waiting at the bar. She was a little drunk. Her new friend was named Jamal. He and his friends were staying at the hotel on their way to a rap show. They were apparently rappers although my wife did not recognize them.
My wife did not recognize Jamal and his friends, but they certainly had recognized her. Apparently, Jamal not only knew Dion but had also seen my wife in a preview video Dion posted on his social media. The men gathered around their phone and eyed my wife trying to decide if it was her from the video.
Back at the bar, my wife began to flirt with Jamal. Jamal was at least ten years younger than my wife, but she was confident enough that he found her attractive. She completely broke the ice when she asked him if the stereotypes were true about black men having big cocks. He laughed it off, but she continued to press him for an answer. He offered to take her in the bathroom and show her jokingly. My wife got up and grabbed Jamal by the hand and led him into the bathroom.
Jamal unzipped his pants and whipped out a cock that was even bigger than Dion's. My wife was in awe. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, and she began to get extremely wet and horny at the sight of Jamal's cock. My wife gave Jamal her room number and told him to meet her upstairs in 20 minutes.
My wife headed upstairs to get ready. This time before she had checked in, she had stopped at a nearby sex shop to get a few toys in case she had met Dion. She had purchased a set of handcuffs, a ball gag and butt plug that she laid out on the dresser. She put on some lingerie and a pair of fishnet stockings with heals.
My wife put her iPhone on a speaker dock and put on some music from a playlist she had created. It was mostly slow R&B music she had deemed to be sexy. She pulled the curtains closed and dimmed the lights.
Soon there was knock at the door. My wife went to answer it and was surprised to find Jamal and two of his friends. Jamal and his friends came in and sat down on the couch and bed. Jamal turned to my wife and spoke.
"I told my homies where I was going, and they couldn't help but follow along. You know the old song, Ain't no fun if the homies can't have none!"
One of Jamal's friends picked up the handcuffs and butt plug and commented:
"Damn she's a freak!"
Jamal's other friend went over to my wife's phone and immediately changed the music to hip hop.
My wife was utterly terrified, but her pussy betrayed her. She was soaking wet. I guess group sex where the focus was on pleasing her had always been a fantasy of hers.
