Jordan came back from the bathroom to notice his wife was surrounded by 3 black men at their table. He watched for a moment as she giggled uncomfortably at the men. The bar was extremely crowded but all he could focus on was the thought of his wife being thrown up on that table and fucked mercilessly by those 3 huge men.
He shook the thought from his head as he noticed the three men turning to leave and one of them taking his wife's hand in his before he walked away.
"Mind filling me in on that on?" he asked as he approached the table. He stared at Kristy waiting for a response.
"They came over and asked me if I'd like to come to a hotel party tonight," she told him.
"I told them no thanks, that I wasn't alone, and one of them said 'Oh Yeah, who's that? Your husband? Bring him too, it's all good.'"
"I told them No thanks again and they said they insisted and that all it was going to be was a bunch of people, good food and good music watching some of today's football games that had been recorded."
Jordan looked confused. He had seen the men in the bar all night, but they hadn't spoken to anyone other than his wife the entire night. "Well why did that guy grab your hand," he asked curiously.
She flashed him a hotel room key and said, "room 312, a little while from here at the Brown Hotel."
"They said to just come on in." She laid the key on the table and shrugged her shoulders.
"Weird huh?" she asked him.
He just shook his head yes and looked at the key on the table.
Kristy grabbed her phone and sent a text. Since that was their thing, Jordan instinctively grabbed his phone to check for a message.
"You smell good as fuck right now. Wanna get out of here?" he read. He looked up at his wife who had a tiny grin on her face. He grabbed her hands and lifted her from her chair. As she turned to grab her purse he slipped the hotel key into his pocket.
She wrapped an arm around his waist as they left the bar and headed for the parking garage.
Jordan unlocked the car and Kristy climbed into the passenger side and did not even allow him the chance to sit down comfortably in the car before she grabbed his head and stuck her tongue into his mouth.
"Unzip your pants," she whispered to him. "I want your cock in my mouth right now."
Jordan smiled to himself at the thought of how horny his wife was and unzipped his pants and pulled his half hard cock out of for her to devour. As she started on him, he closed his eyes and got lost in the moment. He started thinking about those 3 black men again and envisioned his wife sucking one of their big black cocks. She was such an amazing cock sucker.
"Jordan, are you going to drive?" she disrupted his thought as she tugged at his shorts to get them out of the way more.
"Oh...yeah...," he said. "Maybe I should do that."
She smiled and then continued her attack on his now rock hard cock.
As he started to pull out of the parking garage Kristy sat up in the seat and, without saying a word, started slipping her hand up inside her skirt. A second later she was sliding her panties down her legs and onto the floor board. She got up on her knees on the passenger seat and resumed her position above his cock only this time, she kept one hand on his cock while the other was teasing her increasingly wet pussy.
"Kristy, where is that hotel you mentioned anyway?" Jordan asked while she bobbed up and down on his cock. She looked up at him a little puzzled and said "Fern Valley, why babe?" then tilted her head back down to his cock.
"Oh, uh, no reason. I'd just never heard of the Brown Hotel before," he said as he raised a hand to the back of her head and slowly pushed his cock deeper into her throat.
"Oh fuck yeah," he said when her lips touched his balls. "I've got to pull over somewhere Kris, I'll make it somewhere dark," he whimpered.
"Ok by me...make it really dark and you can fuck me on the hood of this car too," she told him softly.
She continued sucking him slowly as she darted her fingers in and out of her pussy. She moaned to him, "make it fast baby, I'm so horny."
Jordan got off the interstate as quickly as he could all the while Kristy was faithfully sucking away at his cock like only she could. As the car rolled to a stop, Jordan's cock grew even harder. Kristy noticed immediately and started to lift her head to look at him, but her head was met by his hand and he pushed her back onto his cock...faster this time and he raised his hips to meet her downward thrust.
She knew what that meant. She knew he was getting ready to blow his load right into her throat. She opened her mouth wider and began vigorously sucking, waiting for his release. As he finished he took his hand off of her head and placed it on her back. She slowed her sucking and started swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. When he was finished completely, she sat up in her seat and looked at him.
Kristy's eyes had not adjusted to the darkness of the parking lot they were in and she asked, "where are we babe?" as she gently wiped the sides of her mouth clean.
"Not sure baby, I just picked the first dark space I saw," he said.
"So much for fucking me on the hood," she laughed as she rubbed his leg.
Just then she caught a glimpse of a sign behind them. "Jordan! That hotel is behind us," she exclaimed. "Why did you come here?" she asked curiously.
"I figured, what the hell. We only live once, we may as well meet some new people and have a good time, right?" he told her.
"Riigghtt," she said back with some hesitation in her voice.
"You don't even like parties, besides I left that key at the bar."
Jordan slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out the hotel key.
"Jordan! What is with you, are you drunk or something?" she laughed.
"After you," he told her as he unlocked the car doors.
She smiled at him as she climbed out of the car. She was kind of excited to experience this type of thing with Jordan since it was so unlike him to want to attend any kind of party. Not to mention the fact that he had taken her to a bar earlier and it was completely his own idea.
She grabbed his hand as they walked towards the hotel and noticed his palms were a bit sweaty.
"Don't worry baby, it's not so bad," she told him as she kissed his shoulder.
"I actually don't think it will be," he responded softly.
"Well here we are, room 312," she said as they came around the corner from the elevator.
"It sounds awful quiet in there to be a hotel party. Shit, what if they went to bed already Jordan? We can't just go in," she said tugging at his arm.
"Sure we can, didn't they say to come on in?" he asked as his slid the key into the door.
As Jordan opened the door, Kristy's jaw dropped. It was a suite with 2 full rooms and a kitchen.
"Holy shit, wow" she said walking through the door. She jumped slightly as the door shut behind her.
"We're back here," they heard a voice call out from the other room. They both walked around the corner into the kitchen. The 3 black men from the bar where there, with tons of alcohol bottles piled up on the counters.
"Glad you guys could make it finally," said one of the men.
"I thought you were having a party," asked Kristy.
"Aren't we?" asked another of the men. "You're here, party on," he said as he handed her a drink.
"The others will be here when they get here, nobody was on a time frame."
She looked at Jordan a little bit confused and he nodded to her that it was ok. She took the drink from the man and grabbed another from the counter to give to Jordan.
She thought to herself for a minute as she took a drink from the vodka mixture.
"What the hell," she said. "Let's fucking party if we came here to party."
She downed the remains of the drink in her glass.
"You guys have names or should we call you 1, 2, and 3?" she asked with a laugh.
She slid her hips backwards and sat up on the counter. One man handed her another drink and glanced down briefly between her barely parted legs. Jordan noticed immediately and stepped in front of her and kissed her forehead.
"Race ya to finish this one," he told her as he held his cup to his lips.
"Why...are you trying to get me drunk?" she asked before she began chugging her glass.
"Do you have something planned for me later?" she whispered to him.
"You have no idea," he thought as he pulled her off he counter and led her by the hand over to the couch.
"Woah, I'm buzzin like hell" she said with a laugh as she flopped down onto the couch.
"Between all the drinks at the bar, and now these...it's a good night," she said.
Jordan noticed that he could see his wife's pussy as she laid on the couch. He knew the other men could see it too, but something inside of him kept him from covering his wife from their sight.
"Damn Jordan, that pussy looks tight as fuck," said one of the men as he approached the couch.
