"You've got an admirer," my wife giggled as we sat at one of the tables inside the quaint beachside restaurant. The online reviews had been stellar. The food was supposed to be delicious and the prices, unlike most other establishments in the popular vacation community, were reasonable. It was owned by an older gay couple and some of the reviews had mistakenly called it a gay bar but the owner had responded by stating emphatically that while they were LGBT friendly they had patrons of all shapes, sizes and orientations.
"You're such a bitch," I countered with a playful smile. Sandy had witnessed men hitting on me countless times over the years and she liked to tease me that I set off their gaydar. I wasn't sure why it happened because I was far from gay.
"Hey, I'm just reporting the facts," she laughed as she looked at the guy and smiled. She had told me years earlier that she would love to watch me suck cock but I was straight and had no intention of ever performing such an act, even if she was willing to find a woman for a quid pro quo trade if I did.
The reviews of the restaurant had been accurate. The food was great and the drinks were decidedly inexpensive, especially since many of mine were bought by other guys at the bar. My wife, being a jealous and competitive person, found several straight guys at the bar to buy her drinks as well and by midnight we were both much too drunk to drive back to our bungalow.
I slowly made my way towards the men's room, taking deliberate steps as I swayed slightly from side to side. It was after midnight and the crowd had started to thin.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and the pleasant aroma of cologne wafted over me as someone helped me down the hallway and into the men's room. It was a small bathroom with a urinal and a commode on one wall and a sink on the other.
I stood in front of the urinal and held myself upright by putting my right hand on the wall in front of me. I heard him lock the door and I looked at him with confusion in my unfocused eyes as he moved beside me.
He was a slender man in his early forties with brown hair and sinewy arms. He had a disarming smile and calm eyes.
He reached down and grabbed my flaccid cock. He smiled and I started to pee. It felt like a dream and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do.
He let me finish pissing and then guided me back against the wall beside the sink. My eyes widened as he lowered himself in front of me. I made a halfhearted effort to stop him but he brushed my hand away and took my flaccid dick into his warm mouth. His tongue swirled around and he sucked hard making it grow and I watched, dumbfounded and amazed, as a man I'd never met gave me the best head of my life.
His head bobbed and he sucked and slurped noisily on my throbbing cock. His hands cupped my balls, stroked my shaft and teased my taint. I felt my climax building and I quickly passed the point of no return.
He took the length of my cock down his eager throat and pushed a finger into my ass. He swallowed hard as I erupted into his mouth and the evidence of my experience disappeared down his gullet.
When he finished he helped me zip my pants and led me back to the table where my wife sat chatting with a large, dark skinned black man.
"He's all yours," the gay man said in a slightly affected and effeminate voice. He smiled at me, patted me on the shoulder.
"Where'd he go?" Sandy asked him, briefly turning away from her new friend, and smiling knowingly at us. The look on her face made me nervous and I swallowed hard and tried to look innocent.
"Oh he was heading to the bathroom and he clearly needed a hand," the gay man laughed. "He should be all set now." He turned and walked away with a story to tell.
I sat down opposite my wife and tried to reconcile what had just happened. It didn't seem real but my cock and balls felt drained so I knew it was. I could hear my wife and her new friend talking but that seemed like a dream as well.
"So we gonna do this?" The hulking black man asked Sandy in a deep dark voice. I looked at him with cloudy eyes and tried to focus. He was a big muscular man with dark skin and a shaved head.
"I told you I can't," my wife said quietly. "I'm married. Happily married." She held up her new ring. It was a 2ct total weight diamond ring in a platinum setting. It had been my gift to her for our twentieth anniversary and she was very proud of it.
I smiled at him and then closed my eyes as the room began to spin.
"Well you ain't getting nothin from yo husband tonight and I'd bet cash money that he and that gay dude just hooked up in the men's room."
My head felt heavy and I leaned forward, resting it on the table as I continued to listed to them talk.
"Look, your hot and if I wasn't married I'd definitely go home with you but I am married and right now I think I need to get my husband back to our bungalow." Sandy said firmly. Hearing her tell a man, and specifically a black man, he was hot seemed strange. She'd never showed any interest in black men and had steadfastly maintained that she wasn't attracted to them.
