Went to the bar, ordered a martini and watched some sports game on the tv (not important), when a few minutes later this guy comes in and sits near me... he orders and we started chatting about the game. He was a handsome black guy about my age and little taller and fun to talk with. After a couple of drinks later he gets up, shakes my hand and leaves the bar. So after a couple of martinis I was feeling even more Hornier than when I walked in and talking with this handsome black man didn't hurt. "You guys just have to do one thing."Rob was wearing a quizzical grin as he took the bait."What might that be?"I tried hard to keep a straight face."You have to cum with us." And on us." Kim was quick to add"Think you boys can handle that?" I asked as my laugh finally busted through.They looked around at each other and down at our intertwined bodies. We looked up at their tight jeans. By silent signal we all began to strip.We slid the bed out of the pullout couch. Kim and I lay together naked,. ’ ‘I suppose I should. That’s right.’ John chimed in. ‘The truck is a little banged up back here but looks basically okay.’ ‘John, weren’t you on your way to get some bacon and eggs.’ ‘Yeah, so?’ ‘Well, now is the time to get moving.’ John caught the hint and walked away leaving Dave and his attractive, reckless employee alone. ‘Mr. Patriot, get in the cab. I’ll drive you wherever you’re going. I mean, I did crash your truck. I should make it up to you somehow.’ For the first time, Dave felt. Shayna told me that she was a first officer for El-Al and flew Boing 777s. She had grown up in Tel Aviv and was the second daughter of an air force officer.It was a leisurely meal, and by the time we moved to clear the plates, we were like old friends, and their nudity was no big deal.Returning to my room, I shed my robe and lay back on my bed. My mind filled with images of my new friends as my hand trailed across my belly to allow my fingers access to my aching cunt. I slowly parted my swollen.