Since my husband turned 60 he has lost all interest in sex. I have tried everything to get him sexually motivated to no avail. So I have decided that I would like to fulfill my lifelong fantasy.
My husband and I go out to a club and have a few drinks. As usual he would sit at the bar while I danced to the music with different guys that asked to dance.
After awhile this good looking black man comes over and asks me to dance. It is a slow song and we go to the floor and start to dance. As we dance I can feel his cock rubbing against me and it gets me excited. I lean harder against him and he looks into my eyes and smiles. he asks me if I like what I feel. I tell him yes and press against it as we dance.
After the song is over we walk back to the bar and he sits down beside me. He asks what I am drinking and I tell him that I drink heineken beer and my husband drinks tequilla. He orders a round of drinks and introduces himself to my husband and I. We have small talk for a while and the band starts to plays another slow song. He asks me to dance again and we go to the dance floor. As we dance he asks me if I would like to go off somewhere with him, that he would like to fuck me.
I tell him that it has always been my fantasy to make love to a black man and I would love to fuck him. I told him that what we need to do is get my husband drunk and he will pass out and then we could fuck.
He said that it sounded like a good a idea. After the dance we go back to the bar and he orders another round of drinks and starts talking to my husband. Then he starts making toasts to how pretty I am. My husband is downing his tequilla on every toast and ordering more.
After about an hour my husband is getting real drunk and ask if he is ready to go, he says no and orders another drink. Marcell and I continue to dance the slow dances each time they play one and he tells me about how he will kiss me all over and make love to every inch of my body. I press against his cock and dream about how nice it will be.
This goes on for about an other hour. My husband is about to pass out now so I tell him we need to go home. He agrees and says he needs to go to the bathroom before we leave. Marcell asks where I live and I give him the address he says he will be wait about 30 minutes then be over. I tell him I am looking forward to it and give him a kiss.
As I drive home I keep thinking about what is about to happen and get real excited. Soon as we get home I get my husband in the bed and wait for Marcell to get there.
After what seems like forever I see headlihgts in my driveway and I open the door so Marcell can come in.
He Immediately grabs me and starts kissing me before I even close the door. I am returning his kisses and I hear the door open behind us.