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The Martini Bar
There used to be a martini bar located in the Charlotte area. My husband and I were travelling through and stopped for the night at a hotel just south of town. After checking in, we went out for dinner and after dinner, we noticed this bar called The Martini Bar across the street and decided to go in. It wasn't crowded when we arrived, so we sat at the corner of the bar and order a couple of martinis. Shortly after we arrived, a band started setting up and the place started getting crowded. A handsome black man sat down next to me and the three of us struck up a conversation. He was very funny and we were all laughing and enjoying our drinks. He was flirty, but I could tell that he was hesitant to be too forward with my husband sitting there. I would occasionally put my hand on his thigh and occasionally rub the inside of his leg and I could tell he was enjoying that.
By the third martini, I was feeling quite frisky and I leaned over to Sam (my hubs) and whispered that he was going to have to say something to let him know it was ok. With all of the drinks, we were talking rather freely and laughing a lot, sometimes uncontrollable. We talked about our trips to sexy places and some of our escapades, but not in gritty detail. Finally, he joked that his nick name was Mr. Happy because he liked to make the ladies happy. With that openning, Sam said "Sindy has a nick name too. She's known as the Queen of Spades."
With that, he let out a howl and his eyes got really big but not as big as the grin in his face. He looked at me and asked, "Do you know what that means?" and I replied, "Sure, it means that I like to fuck black guys!" (Insert 4th martini) Now he was really having fun and we continued to talk and laugh and as I rubbed his leg, my hand wasn't stopping at the inside of his thigh, but went on up to his crotch and over his cock. He was getting harder with each pass.
By this time, I really had to go to the restroom, so I excused myself and he said he had to go too, so we walked together to the restrooms at the back of the bar. The restrooms were single restrooms (1 at a time) and there was a line for both. There must have been 10 women in line and maybe 3 men. We stood there for what seemed like forever and I must have been squirming, because I really has to pee. He had moved up to the front of the men's line and I still had six or seven women in front of me. He looked over and asked me if I wanted to use the mens room ahead of him and I was very relieved to say yes. The men's room door opened and he held it for me and allowed me to go in.
I quickly lifted my dress up and pee'd forever and when I finished, I went to the sink and washed my hands. Then I had a thought. (Remember, 4 martinis!) Should I? Hell yes! I opened the door of the restroom, grabbed his arm and pulled him in.
We weren't in there for more than 10 minutes at most. When we came out, all of the men that had been in line had used the women's restroom and there was no line. We walked back to the bar and sat down by Sam and we were laughing so hard we couldn't even talk. Finally, after about 5 minutes of not being able to get a sentence out, Sam leaned over to me and asked, "Did you give him a blow job back there?" I was still laughing so hard that I couldn't answer and by now, I had tears running down my cheeks, so all I could do was shake my head "yes." Now Sam was laughing just as hard as we were and shaking his head as if to say "I can't believe you did that!"
We finally composed ourselves and paid our tab. We said our goodbys to our new friend and headed to the car. When we got in the car and closed the doors, we let out another round of laughter and again, Sam said "I can't believe you blew a guy in the men's room." That's when I responded with, "Well, that's not all of it. I fucked him too!" Sam had a look of amazement on his face and said, "You did what? How did you fuck him in the men's room?" Between fits of uncoltrolled laughter I explained how I pulled him in, shut the door and said "I want to suck your cock!" I sat on the toilet lid, pulled his cock out and crammed the whole thing down my throat. After about 5 minutes, he said that he really wanted to have his cock in my pussy, so I looked around and said "Ok, this has to be quick." So I went over to the sink, put my arms across the front of it, pulled my dress up and spread my legs. He fucked me hard from behind for about 3 minutes and came quickly. We cleaned up, straightened our clothes and walked out laughing.
When we got back to the hotel, we laughed and fucked most of the night. Years later, whenever we think about that night, we still break out in laughter!