I had been married to my wife CJ for 21 years and have been together for five years prior to our marriage. For many years I have fantasized of watching CJ with another man. She is a petite woman standing just over five foot with gorgeous 34B breast. We have been together since our early twenties. CJ enjoys telling me fuck stories during sex and is quite good at it.
She knows of my fantasies and will tell me very detailed fuck stories about fucking other men as we have sex. I was never sure if the stories were true or just her very vivid imagination. On several occasions I had hoped that something might happen when we were out of town. I had pretty much given up on my desire to watch her with another man.
Our 21st anniversary was coming up and we decided to celebrate by spending a long weekend in Prescott Arizona. We arranged for a room in the historic St. Michael's Hotel on whiskey row. We arrived mid afternoon on Saturday and settled into our room. We had dressed comfortably in jeans and t-shirts for the two hour drive to Prescott. We changed our clothes to go out and spend the evening cruising the bars along the historic Whiskey Row.
CJ dressed in her tight black jeans along with a low cut crème colored blouse that clung tight to her body. She was also wearing her "curves" that push her 34B breast up looking more like a C cup pushing out of the low neckline. Her boots gave her that hot western look. She looked very hot but not slutty so I did not expect anything to happen and had long since given up on ever living out my fantasies.
We left the hotel and it was still a bit early for the bars to really get going. We walked around downtown and found a nice little deli and decided to get something to eat before going to a bar. Neither of us wanted a large meal so we ordered sandwiches. After eating we browsed through a few of the stores that remained open.
We passed a bar called the Bird Cage, so we stopped to have a few beers there and tried to dance. But the bar got very crowded and we basically were stuck along one wall watching the crowd try to move about in the bar. The dance floor was so crowded we gave up trying to dance at all. We decided to cruise to one of the other bars along the street. But they were all too loud and too crowded.
We eventually ended up a bar called Dancers. We had to go down a stairs and enter the bar from the rear. The bar was actually in the basement of an old building. It was not very crowded and we were able to get two stools and sit down at the bar. The crowd seemed to be all younger locals and we soon had conversations going on with several of the people around us.
We were dancing to the music played by a DJ. We return to our seats after dancing and found that one of our seats at the bar had been taken. CJ slipped onto the remaining stool next to the man that had taken our seat. He turns and notices her as she moves in beside him and says hi to us then realizes he has taken one of our seats and offers to let us have it. We convinced him to keep it as we were dancing most of the time and we could share the one stool.
He was a very friendly black man about 10 years younger than us. We would talk with our new friend when we return from our dancing. As I was resting after one of our dances Jake jokingly said he would dance with CJ so that I could take a break. I was shocked when she took his hand and said sure as she led him to the dance floor.
CJ would take turns dancing with us thoughout the night and I think she was getting excited dancing with this young black stud. And we continued to order more drinks. We had been tipping the female bartender good and I think she was making our drinks a little bit stronger than usual.
CJ would come back from dancing with Jake and she would ask me if I had watched how nasty she had been dancing with our new friend. As we talked at the bar he would put his arm around CJ and hug her as we would laugh about something.
We were lucky we were not too far from our hotel at closing time because none of us were able to drive. Jake walked along with us back towards our hotel. It was like a zoo along Whiskey Row with all the bars closing. CJ laughed and she said she was glad we were there to keep her safe and then reached out and took both our arms.
Needless to say we got teased pretty good as the three of us walked down the street arm in arm. Some made comments wondering if CJ would be able to handle both of us, or if she needed another man to help protect her. She would laugh out loud and would tell them they only wish they could help. She was feeling really good from the drinking all evening.
We got to the front of our hotel and we stood talking with a group of people that had just left another bar. CJ said we should go up to our room and get another beer from the cooler. I have always wondered what the man behind the desk was thinking as we walked thru the lobby.
