Once everyone that’s sitting at the table is served their salads, we all begin to dig in. I see you glance over at the empty seat next to me and give you a quizzical look, which only earns me a shrug. There’s high school pictures being shown on a large screen on the stage that’s set to late nineties and early 2000s music. I see several photos of you in your football uniform amongst them and comment on how cute you were, even then.
“Yeah, he was always the heartbreaker of the team,” I hear in a smooth voice from behind me.
I turn to see quite a handsome, well-built, and sharply dressed black man pulling out the seat beside me. I hear your enthusiastic, “Sam! You made it,” which brings a happy grin to my face to hear that you’re so excited to see your friend again.
Sam steps up next to you to shake hands, before moving back to sit down next to me as one of the wait staff brings him a salad. “Thank you,” he murmurs, before turning back to you.
“How the hell have you been, Kevin,” Sam asks you. I sat back and let the conversation wash over me as I watch the two of you interact. I enjoy seeing you so animated, having fun and relaxed as you seem to be this evening as the entrée, then dessert and coffee are next served.
As the dishes are collected and the tables cleared off, people begin to mill about and search out any high school friends or sweethearts that they wish to catch up with. The live band comes out on stage and begins to warm up as the noise of many conversations swells, then recedes.
Several of your football friends have made their way to our table and are all talking and laughing. You introduce me and I have my own fun flirting a little with them here and there until, I hear Sam clear his throat and asks us both, “Kevin, would you mind if I have a dance with your beautiful wife? Grace, may I?”
You look at Sam, then at me with a grin, “Of course not, as long as Grace is game. Hun?”
I turn to look at the handsome man, smiling, “I’d love to dance. Thank you.”
We make our way to the dance floor that’s quickly starting to fill up with the party goers. Sam is an excellent dancer and I enjoy myself very much. At one point, Sam twirls me and the necklace with the key swings out from the neckline of my dress, which seems to draw Sam’s attention like a magnet. He looks at me, then looks over my shoulder towards our table, and what I’m assuming must be you, as if he’s trying to work some kind of puzzle out.
We dance a couple more dances, before he escorts me back to the table. “Would you like another drink?” He asks as he pulls out my chair.
“Yes, please,” I answer in return with a grateful smile.
Sam turns and asks you if you’re ready for another drink, and you offer to go up to the bar with him, leaving me with the others as they tell stories of their glory days on the football field.
After a few minutes, I look back up to see you and Sam in what looks like a deep discussion. He has his hand on your shoulder as he speaks in your ear, and I see you nodding your head in agreement.
My attention gets drawn away as Tracey and her husband come back to the table to say their goodbyes. “We have to get back to relieve the sitter. Would you mind telling Kevin we said to take care, please? It was wonderful to see him again and to meet you. Have a safe evening, everyone.”
You come back to the table with Sam with the drinks, and you both hand them out to everyone. Then sit back down next to me with your arm around my shoulders, leaning in you brush my ear with your lips as you whisper to me, “Great job with Sam, Gracie. He’s very interested.” You leave a kiss on my cheek as you pull back and smile.
Smoothing the lapel of your suit, I try to appear natural, rather than the horny woman that I am, and ready to get fucked by your high school buddy. I tell you that Tracey and her husband said their goodbyes and wished you well.
“Would you like to dance, Grace?” You ask me as you trace patterns on my shoulder with your fingertips, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin.
“Yes,” I agree readily.
You lead me towards the dance floor, the band playing a slow song. You take me into your arms and begin explaining to me what you and Sam were speaking so earnestly about while in line for the bar.
“Sam has actually been in the lifestyle for a number of years and is a professional Bull”, you quietly tell me.
I tip my head back and look at you in shock, “Seriously? There are such things as professional Bulls?” I ask.
You chuckle as you sway with me to the music. “Apparently, and they are quite in demand by a certain discerning crowd of hotwives and vixens, along with their husbands.”
“Interesting,” I say thoughtfully. “What are your thoughts? Would you be interested in us playing with Sam?”
“Actually, I definitely would be interested in seeing the two of you together. I gave him our room number and let him know that I’d give him a signal if you gave your consent for him to come to the room,” you confirm.
“Okay, so how do we go about slipping out of here unnoticed and what are the chances that no one will notice that Sam has left, as well?” I ask as I look around at the crowd still left milling about the room.
“It seems like a lot of the couples that live here are cutting out earlier than I’d have expected. I guess due to childcare issues.” You observe.
“Yes, that was the reason Tracey gave that she and her husband had to leave out, but we don’t have either of those problems. We don’t live here, and we don’t have kids.” I say, pointing out the obvious.
The band begins a fast song, and we begin to make our way back to the table, our heads together as we try to figure out a way to leave the reunion without a fuss.
“I know, I’ll say that I’m not feeling well or something.” You offer as we come to the table and pull my chair out for me to sit.
We visit for about another twenty minutes, before you tell me that you’re getting a pounding headache and aren’t feeling well. I see you catch Sam’s eye and give a slight nod as you stand and pull my chair out as I move from the table with a look of concern for you.
“I’m sure that I packed some ibuprofen. Maybe taking a couple and laying down for a bit in a quiet room will do you good,” I say as stand beside you.
We quickly say our goodbyes and head up to the room, feeling like teenagers sneaking out of our parent’s house, rather than grown ass adults, and laugh at ourselves as we ride the elevator back up to our floor. Both of us giddy at the thought of Sam coming to the room.
As we get to the room, making us both a drink, you encourage me to change into some sexy lingerie for Sam. You actually help me pick out a sexy black and red lace teddy, with a plunging neckline, detachable lace garters and an easy access snap crotch.
I duck into the bathroom to brush my teeth and quickly freshen up and change. Excitement and arousal rushing through me as I get myself ready for Sam.
I’d just returned and was picking up my drink when there’s a soft knock at the hotel door. My heartbeat picks up as I watch you open the door and usher Sam into the room.
He says his hello’s to you, but his eyes are all for me once he enters the room. Which has me feeling both a little flustered and a lot flattered. I hear you offer him a drink, but he declines as he comes forward with his hand outstretched towards me, inviting me forward with his dazzling smile as he twirls me around by the hand. Looking at my body with open admiration, as he says, “Damn, Kevin, you are one lucky man with this beautiful woman in your life.”
“I cannot disagree with that statement,” you say with a happy grin.
Sam has been steadily pulling me in closer to his body, until there’s just a hair’s breadth separating us. Even in my four-inch heels, I’m having to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. Once he has my eyes snagged with his, he asks, “I’m going to first kiss you, then lick you all over, then fuck you until you’re screaming my name. Does that sound agreeable to you, Grace? What about you, Kevin?”
My breath catches in my chest and my pussy clenches at how incredibly intimate and sexy that sounds. Especially, since he also included you in his questions. I sway the last small distance separating us and breath, “Yes.” Before I fall into his kiss.
Everything seems to slow down and speed up at the same time. Sam is an exceptionally skilled kisser and has me literally panting by the time we pull apart. You have the armchair pulled back over towards the end of the dresser and are sitting quietly as you watch Sam and I together. You ask, “Is it alright if I take pictures, as long as I don’t get your face in them, Sam?”
“Yes, that’s fine, as long as my face is not in them or blurred. I do ask for the final say on a picture that has me in it before publishing it out on the internet anywhere. Is that something you’re comfortable with?”
“Yes,” we both agree.
“Is it okay if I take my suit jacket, necktie, and shoes off and get a little comfortable?” Sam asked.
“Yes, of course,” I say. I’m itching to get my hands on his bare skin.
Once Sam is a little more comfortable, I bring him over to the edge of the bed and begin to unbutton his shirt for him and help him remove it. Next, I unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, before sliding them down his toned legs so that he can step out of them. Leaving him only in a pair of black boxer briefs that do little to hide the size of his huge cock. If I thought Clint from this morning was large, the size of Sam put him more in the category of “average”.
Sam leans down and captures my lips with his once more. The sexual chemistry between us is off the charts. I can feel him straining to keep the pace slow and not to rush anything as he runs his hands gently up and down my back. Then he cups my ass to press my lower body more firmly against his hardening and thickening cock, which causes an electric feeling of arousal to pulse through my clit.
I pull back for a moment and look at Sam and ask, “I’m going to take it that you get tested for STI’s regularly?”
He smiles down at me, “Yes, actually I just got tested last week. My results should be online by now. Should I take it that you haven’t yet gotten tested since this is so new to you and Kevin?”
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