This is probably the last of this storyline. There have been so many negative comments and I do not want to alienate the readers on this sight. I had planned on more but it's better if I just try another storyline. This is not going to be my best story, sorry about that.
Keeping the Wife Happy
Part Two: Encounters
Chapter 1
Stan, at least for the time being, was going to be a one-time thing. Or so I thought. I sensed that Andy was a bit jealous of his large cock, so I did not bring up fucking him again. Instead, Andy suggested that I try to pick up a stranger and take him to a hotel. This was so he did not know where I live. Where we live. Andy wanted to watch, but that might be a bit difficult. Then Andy remembered that he had a friend who worked for a hotel. He thought he might be able to get a discount for adjoining rooms.
Andy called him and sure enough, we could get side-by-side rooms. The only problem was that we could get the rooms, and set up the hidden cameras, but I worried that I would be unable to pick up a guy. Andy just laughed, he said that was the least of our worries. At any rate, we decided to set it up for the hotel.
We set it up for a Friday. The bar we chose this time was not the dive we normally went to. It is an upscale bar that was close to the hotel where his friend had rented the rooms for us. This night I wore a more conservative outfit. A blue low-cut but not a sleazy light blue blouse, a darker but matching blue above-the-knee skirt, sheer pantyhose, and those same black two-inch heels. This time I remembered to take off my wedding ring, but I wore a thin gold necklace that sat just above the cleavage of my breasts.
Now, as a reminder from the earlier story of my escapades. I have a narrow long face. Green eyes with a narrow nose, full and pretty lips. I have a very nice figure that most men are attracted to. I am five feet eight inches tall, with dark almost ebony hair. I am of Irish descent with long, sexy legs, a firm round ass, and C-cup breasts that men often stare at.
Chapter 2
As I walked into the bar it felt like every set of eyes were on me. Not just the guys, either. I had just a smidgen of makeup, just enough to accent my eyes. A bit of base and a reddish lipstick that shows off my full lips. At first, I went to the bar and sat, looking the place over. This bar is a bit unusual, rather open with a stage across from the bar. That particular Friday there was no entertainment, just piped-in music with an open dance floor in front of the stage. There were probably fifty people in the place, mostly couples, but a few stray men by themselves, and one other woman, also at the bar. If any dancing took place, it must have been after I left.
There were a couple of empty tables, so I ordered a whiskey and seven-up and walked to one at the center of the room. I stood, looking around, giving the guys a chance to check me out. I don't know why, but I was hot. My pussy was wet at just the thought of picking up some guy I did not know and taking him back to the hotel.
Andy was at the far end of the bar. I was not certain, but I thought I saw him adjust himself as if he was turned on. That made me smile to myself. This time we had come in separate cars so that I could just give the guy my room number and Andy could drive to the hotel on his own. The plan was that I would go to the room giving the room number to any man who might want to bed me, using my best judgement as to whether he is safe or not.
I had been sitting there for about fifteen minutes, nursing my drink. I knew I had to be patient, but the only likely men were very young, a group at a table of maybe guys just past the legal drinking age, and one other guy at the bar who had checked me out, but did not move my way. Most of the other tables had filled up with couples or groups of people, and it was at this point I thought that maybe I should move back to the bar. Maybe the guys thought I was waiting for someone. But, then, in walked a few other men. One was a tall black man. It turned out he is six feet three inches tall. Dark skinned with a scar below his right ear. The scar gave him a bit of a roguish look for some reason.
This gentleman went to the bar and ordered a beer. He looked around, I watched him out of the corner of my eye, and then finally he walked towards the table I was sitting at. "Are you alone, pretty lady? May I sit here with you?"
"I am..., sure, join me." I reached across the table as he sat, "My name is Juliette, but my friends call me Jules."
"Nice to meet you. My name is Sampson, but my friends just call me Sam. What brings you to this place tonight?"
"Well, I had just heard about it and decided to check it out. Honestly, until recently I have not been getting out much. I just needed to get out."
"Mind if I ask you a question, pretty lady?" He had a smile on his face. I was not certain at this point, but it looked like he liked what he saw. In me, I mean.
"Sure, what's on your mind?" I answered.
"Well, exactly why did you come to a bar? I mean, did you have anything in mind?"
Now I knew he was interested and I smiled back. Sam as I said, is tall. The scar for some reason just added to his looks. With dark skin and dark eyes, he was wearing a shirt open about halfway up showing off a chiseled and almost hairless chest. His smile was gorgeous, but I was a bit hesitant. I had never been with a black man. But, at the same time, I knew that my husband would think it hot if I fucked a black man. It took me a minute to finally decide what to say. "Well, honestly, I am staying at a hotel nearby while I am in town (a little white lie). I guess I came here in hopes of, well..., getting laid."
He grinned and asked, "Ever been with a black guy?"
"No, but I am interested. Are you?"
"Oh God yes. You are gorgeous. What hotel are you staying at?" I gave him the hotel and my room number and headed out. I touched his arm as I stood to leave, "See you there." I then leaned into his ear and whispered, "I hope you are good in bed." He grinned, nodded his head yes, and we both headed out. "Wait ten minutes before you come to my room so I can get myself ready."
Chapter 3
The hotel was just a couple of miles from the bar. I quickly went upstairs and slipped out of my clothes. I had recently bought some sets of lingerie, and that evening I wore an aquamarine romper. A one-piece that exposed my midsection. It had matching underwear, but I hoped to have them off fairly quickly. God I was so hot. I wore a matching colored slinky nightgown over the romper, closed at this point.
Andy came into the room through the adjoining door. "So, a black man. Are you excited?"
"Excited and nervous. I mean, sex with a stranger. Are you sure you are okay with this?"
He looked at me out of the side of his face and said, "A bit late now. But, baby, I can't wait to watch. I have the cameras set up and I should be able to see everything." He kissed me on the lips and then said, "Baby, have fun." At the same time, he handed me a cell phone. I already had a cell phone so I gave him a quizzical look. "Give me your regular phone. This one is a burner. Untraceable, so you can give him this number if you want to see him again. But, he won't be able to find out where we live." Just as he said this, the bell in the room rang. I handed him my cell from my clutch and I motioned for him to go to the other room and he quickly exited, gently closing the door behind him.
I went to the door and hesitated. For one, I did not want to seem too eager. But, then as I stood there I realized I was eager, and Sam was not dumb. So, I opened the door. He stood before me, tall, handsome with an incredible body. He was clean-shaven and I loved his perfect chiseled jaw. "Come in, handsome." My gown was still closed as I moved aside and he entered the room. As I closed the door, he pulled me into his arms and began to kiss me. Passionately. He is a good kisser.
We stood there kissing in the entryway. I knew my Andy could not see us yet. Sam slipped his hand inside the gown and grasped my waist, and undid the belt to the gown. It fell open and his hand slipped between my legs. He ran his fingers between my legs along my slit through my underwear. I was so wet, so as he separated our kiss he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers. "Let's go into the room," I said to him. We walked into the space, the bed directly ahead of us. He had his hand on my hip. As we walked into the room, Sam was behind me I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was taking off his pants. Sam quickly removed his pants, dropping them to the floor, his underwear with them. "A condom, lover boy." He released me and I went to the box of condoms I had sitting on the side table. I pulled one out and walked back to him.
He grinned at me and said, "Take off your underwear, pretty lady." I walked over to him. I first unwrapped the condom and then knelt. His cock was hard, sticking straight at me. About the same length, perhaps, as my husband's, but a bit fatter. I looked forward to his cock inside me. I put the condom on his cock and he then helped me out of the nightgown. He then did something that I had never done and surprised the hell out of me. He leaned down and grabbed my leg behind my knee. He lifted my left leg, leaning me over, holding me almost sideways with his strong right arm. I braced myself against the wall next to the bed. Still, in that standing position, he placed his cock against my opening and slid it into me.
I was so wet, my pussy so slippery, and he slid most of the way in. "Oh..., God you are hard. Fuck, fuck your cock is so hard."
"Your first black cock?" he asked as he pumped into me, his strong arms holding me up, "do you like it, baby?"
I could not think. His cock felt very good. I was as excited as I had ever been in my life. Something about the position, something about the very hot man pumping in and out of me as I stood on one leg. "Yes..., fucking yes. Your cock feels so good. God, you are a stud, Sam."
With that, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. I don't know how he knew, how he sensed that I wanted to be used. To be dominated. He dropped me to the bed and as I lay there, he began to take off the rest of his clothes. As I lay there, I pulled up the romper I was wearing, completely showing Sam my pussy. I spread my legs wide and played with my tits through my lingerie. My nipples were as hard as rocks, and showing through the romper.
Now naked, he climbed onto the bed. "What does my lady want," he said as he lay next to me on the bed. "Whatever you want, Sam. I am yours to take."