After our return from the islands, my wife Donna wanted to continue being with black men. Her passion heightened with her first experience going black to the point of no return.
I encouraged her behavior, as I loved watching her perform but more for a selfish reason. I was becoming just as much as a cum slut as she was. Using my lovely wife to satisfy my cravings seems to be a perfect match for both of us.
There were a number of candidates where I worked but she told me that it was much more exciting for her that the men be strangers. More to the point, she wanted to just do them orally. I had mixed emotions about this. I love eating a hot load of cum out of her freshly fucked pussy but not wanted to push the situation I agreed and we began to discuss places to allow her to pursue her cravings.
We picked a hotel club down near the airport to begin our adventure. I was allowed to select her outfit for the evening, which was a sheer red blouse with a black leather skirt. Underneath, was a red satin garterbelt with sheer black reinforced heel and toe stockings. Capped off with a pair of 5 inch red sandals that showed her reinforced stockings so beautifully.
When we arrived, we had agreed to let her sit at the bar alone as I watched her work from a small table nearby. It was still early and the clientele was mostly businessmen having a drink after a long day. As expected her stockings and heels got a great deal of attention and many requests to join her. They were all white men and she declined but I was enjoying her teasing them with her legs.
After about 30 minutes, two well-dressed black men enter the club. They sat at the far end of the bar. Donna looked over to me and smiled, things were going to heat up soon. She called over the bartender and bought them a drink. They both smiled and moved over to sit with her. I watched with excitement as they got to know each other. One of the men, Dave was paying a great deal of attention to her legs in those incredible nylons and high heels. The other man, Michael was just enjoying the company.
Donna kept crossing her legs and letting her skirt ride up just enough to show the edge of her stocking welt and God was I enjoying the action. When it was totally obvious to them of her intentions, they invited her to a quiet cocktail back in their room. This was the critical point of the adventure. Donna told them that she would love to go upstairs with them, but she introduced me to them sitting at the table. They both looked over and nodded a hello. She told them that we all go together or she was pass on the drink. This was a bit too weird for Michael but the Dave was more than willing to continue I know it was the stocking and heels. Michael and we all went up on the elevator together went to his room right next door.
