A tall, handsome Black man in his forties approached where I sat and settled onto the stool beside me. He ordered a straight whiskey, one cube of ice. Catching my gaze, he smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Tom. Just in town for a couple nights on business. Don’t often see a beautiful woman sitting alone like this. You here for business?”
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“No,” I replied, a sly grin spreading across my lips. “Definitely pleasure.”
Finishing my wine, I placed the glass on the bar. “Another?” he asked. The bartender promptly brought over a generous glass of rosé.
We exchanged light conversation, but the electric charge between us was undeniable. His eyes devoured me, radiating a dominant, magnetic aura. My body responded—my pussy growing wet, nipples hardening in anticipation. He noticed, smiling knowingly. “Look, I’m heading to the bathroom. How about we take this upstairs when I get back?”
Without waiting for an answer, he rose and crossed the room. Passing my husband, who sat in a booth at the back, their eyes met—a loving yet nervous glance. Tom approached him. “Is this the one?” he asked.
“I think so,” my husband replied. “Get to the room and make sure you see what you want.”
We had reserved two rooms next to each other, each with a balcony strategically positioned so that sitting just right allowed a view into the adjoining space. Tom kissed me deeply, then swiftly exited the bar, stepping into the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, Tom reappeared beside me, carrying a bottle of rosé and two glasses. “Shall we?” he asked.
I rose, took his arm, and we walked toward the elevator. As the doors slid shut around us, he let his gaze roam over me, from head to toe. Locking eyes, he murmured, “I see your wedding band. That won’t be an issue, right?”
“Definitely not,” I assured him. “My husband knows all he needs to.”
The elevator dinged open. Tom veered left, but I grabbed his arm, pulling him the other way. “My room, please.” He grinned, following me, eyes lingering on my tight ass.
The door closed behind us, and immediately I was in his arms. Our lips met with fierce passion, tongues intertwining eagerly. Pulling back, he studied me carefully. “I can get intense. If it’s too much, just say.”
I simply smiled, peeled off my dress, and stood bare before him, save for heels and a thong.
He looked at me like a primal beast—ripped his shirt off, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his trousers. All I could do was gasp. The night had just begun…
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