."Obeying the voice, and my wet, throbbing pussy, I entered the room. Candy was sitting there in a lacy, black little number. "I wantttt youuuuuu," sh... said. "I want you too, babe," I replied. "Come here," she said.I walked over to Candy. She grabbed me by the hips and started making out with me. My pussy was so wet, my juices were flowing onto the leather sofa. Out of pure instinct I started feeling up her ass, playing with her thong. In response to my actions, she began to unzip my dress. I. “So tell me what you look like.” “Well, I’m white and black mixed. I’m thirty-two. Five foot three. One hundred and fifty pounds or, at least that’s what I was the last time I went to the doctor. Long brown hair.” Lamont nodded, liking what he heard and changing the phone from the right ear to the left. “Okay. Sounds good. Well, I’m twenty, six-” “No, you don’t have to tell me. Kelly already told me.” Lamont smiled, enjoying the pride of women talking about him. “Okay,” he said. “So when. I asked him how he found these places and he said someone he knows told him about them. We found a table to sit at and ordered our drinks. I told him I really couldn't see people's faces it was so dark. He said just enjoy my drink and maybe we'll dance. About that time two men approached our table and asked if I wanted to dance. My husband was the first to reply "go ahead babe enjoy yourself." I was half taken back by his allowing me to dance with another man especially a black man. It was a. Feeling bolder, I guess, he moved forward. My small breasts seemed even smaller in his big hands, and my nipples were so sensitive as he brushed over them. I could feel his cock pressing against the small of my back, and I began to bend forward, presenting him with an easy target. I reached between my legs, grasping for his cock. It felt so big in my hand, and I guided the head to my wet pussy lips. I didn’t want him to enter me right away. I held it by the shaft and rubbed the head up and down.