"Eh, I'm OK." I replied to the beautiful black man beside me at the bar. My husband had gone to the bathroom and I had gone to the bar to get a fresh round of drinks. McCooleys was dark, crowded and the band, playing a mix of 80's 90's and early 2000's music was loud.
We had been here for a few hours more being in the atmosphere than participating. But that was more than we had done in quite a while. Work and all the other "adult-y" things had drained us and we needed a break and this was it.
Drink after drink had relaxed us both to the point where we were past the point of no return. It was going to be uber time when we left because we were both past the point where we would be able to drive home safely.
I was suddenly more aware of what I was wearing. It was the type of things my husband liked best; a low cut halter top that hung loosely and a pair of black spandex pants. As I glanced down, I noticed that a large portion of my ample breasts was showing and with a naughty smile I didn't move the cover anything.
I realized I liked the attention.
He had come to the bar to get drinks for him and his friends and the bar was so busy that he had to stand there and wait, as I did, for several minutes. He had finally spoken to me, telling me that I was really hot. At 41, I was one of the older women in the bar and I knew there were much hotter, younger girls there, but I was in front of him and when I saw him look at my tits I realized that they were almost falling out of my top. He had noticed that I noticed him looking and that I made no attempt to cover up, so I was worth chatting up.
"No, really. I watched you a few times tonight. You really hot." he replied.
"If you have been watching me" I said teasing him, "you know I am here with my husband." Just throwing it out there that I am married and he will run off and I will have gotten a little attention.
"But he ain't here now." he replied with a leer in his eyes looking directly at my breasts.
I turned to look for my husband, but in reality, I was turning toward him, giving him a better view. He craned his neck to try for a look down my top. I leaned forward, feigning as if I was trying for a better view of the line for the bathroom but I was really just opening up the view for him.
Suddenly, my plan backfired in a disastrous way. As I elongated my neck and thrust out my chest, I suddenly felt his hands suddenly push up my abdomen and cup the bottom of my breasts. My heart felt as if it jumped out of my chest as electricity ran through me.
I saw my husband still in line, so I made no move to push him away. He gave them a squeeze and smiled as his hand tried to find a way inside. I let him continue.
"What do you think you're doing?" I said with a mocking tone.
"Tryin' to feel the nicest titties in this place" he said.
"Oh, really?" I teased him back. "What if I don't want you to?"
"If you didn't want me to, you'da already stopped me." he said defiantly.
"I AM married. I told you that." I said, repeating myself for emphasis.
"He ain't here, like I said" he said with emphasis.
And then his hand was inside my halter top and playing with my breasts. The touch was electric, almost tingling as his fingers slid along my skin until he reached my nipples and with a little tweak, they were actually tingling.
"What are you gonna do if my husband comes back?" I asked.
"He can watch me play with your titties. Think he'd like that?" he asked mischievously.
"No." I said thoughtfully. "I don't think he would."
"Well, he can watch our ass as we leave" he said with authority as he leaned over to kiss my nipple that he had just exposed.
The feeling of his thick, wet lips was amazing on my sensitive nipples but even more was the feeling of danger. My husband could come back, other people could see us....what was I doing? But it was impossible to stop.
He left my nipple exposed as he let it go and I continued my drink as if nothing was happening. He moved around behind me and I felt his arms encircle me.
Strong, muscular arms massive and hard with his nimble fingers suddenly pulling down the back of my pants, exposing my ass. He pulled my bare ass into him and I felt his massive cock, through his pants, riding between my ass cheeks.
I smiled at the bartender, who was suddenly looking in my direction and tried to act as if nothing was happening, but as soon as he turned his back and focused his attention elsewhere, I smiled and began to nonchalantly slide my ass up and down the swell of his cock.
I felt him moving behind me, and suddenly his cock fell against the bare skin of my ass and his hand fell to the middle of my back pushing me forward. I let it happen and I felt his cock searching between my legs and in seconds he was sliding into my wet pussy.
Oh my God, the feeling was amazing. It was huge, and filled me completely, but the real power was the naughtiness of what we were doing. We could be seen, kicked out, arrested for public indecency, my husband could catch us and still, I couldn't stop.