Rare Night Out

Friday, May 10th, 2024

My girlfriend and I had arranged to head into town. Given that we were both married, running busy homes, and both with children under 10, we didn't get to do this often. Marsha and I would both turn the big 4-0 this year, and at least I believed our party days were behind us! A quiet night in a few bars catching up with my friend was my idea of a fab night, but that's not what Marsha had in store.

Mark, my husband, dropped me at Marsha's house, a few blocks from ours. My pale white skin was dressed in relatively conservative attire: a nice sparkling top and long, smart black trousers. I knocked at the door and waited patiently for Marsha to let me in. She answered the door in the shortest mini skirt I had ever seen and just her lacy bra. My jaw hit the floor, and I quickly ushered her inside so the neighbors couldn't see!

Marsha and I have been friends for over 20 years. We spent our twenties being shared by dozens of men. We'd made one another cum countless times after a few glasses of wine and basically eaten men alive during our wild years. Those days were long behind me. But upon entering Marsha's and getting an eyeful of her tits, it brought back some sexy memories and made my pussy flutter.

"Are you going to church?" Marsha said with a large glass of wine in hand.

"Let's find you something slutty to wear," she added. With that, she grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs.

"What will Mark think if I head home in something other than this?" I said, panicking.

"Fuck Mark, boring old Mark," Marsha replied. She didn't think much of my husband; the feeling was mutual. Mark was 10 years older than me, and she was right-he was boring. We had a whirlwind romance, and I got pregnant and married him within two months of meeting. Foolish, I know, but I was the doting, dutiful housewife and had followed my wedding vows like a good little wife.

Marsha, on the other hand, has had a string of fellas on the side over the years. Apparently, her husband Kevin didn't mind. She had always been a sexual being, and her husband was unable to keep up with her sexual demands. I had never actually had confirmation from Kevin about this. She was often sneaking around meeting guys, and it's no surprise she had a list of "man friends"-she was a knockout. Marsha is of Korean descent, pocket-sized-4 foot 10 on a good day. She kept herself fit and was in the gym most days.

She laid a dress out on the bed and went to fetch me a glass of wine. Now, I'm a little taller than Marsha, but not in shape like her. My breasts were much larger, my butt about three states bigger, but I did manage to squeeze into this dress-my boobs hardly contained. But I felt good; I felt slutty. Not that I intended on acting on that feeling. In fact, I'd promised Mark that when I got home, I might "give him a treat." As Marsha reappeared, I messaged Mark, thanking him for looking after the kids and telling him that Marsha seemed like she was in the mood to "party." He replied, telling me to have a good night and that he was looking forward to me getting back.

"You look awesome!" Marsha blurted out when she entered the bedroom, clearly already a few glasses of wine to the good.

She handed me my glass and sat on the bed.

"Are you sure?" I replied.

"It's perfect! Trey and his friends will love it!" Marsha said.

"Trey?" I asked with a confused look.

"My new side piece," an excitable Marsha replied. "He's really handsome, young, virile, all the things your Mark isn't!"

"Come on, let's go. He's on his way to pick us up," she said as she went to walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I was committed; I couldn't refuse to go now. Curiosity got the better of me as I downed my wine and followed Marsha.

Marsha still had just a very fancy lacy bralette covering her top half. I was expecting her to at least cover up a little!

As she put her stripper heels on, I said, "You've forgotten your top." I assumed in her drunken haze she had actually forgotten her top.

"Oh no, sweetie, Trey prefers the slutty look," she replied. With that, a car horn beeped, and we exited the house.

A large SUV was waiting for us at the end of the drive. It was dark, and I was hoping to catch a glimpse of this Trey, but I couldn't see into the windows because they were heavily tinted. Marsha opened the front passenger door and lifted her tiny frame in. I got in the back seat. I didn't expect anyone else to be in the car other than Trey, but a deep voice welcomed me as I took my seat. "Hey," it bellowed. The interior car lights had now given me a look at the handsome Trey and a mysterious guy sitting next to me.

Marsha unfairly introduced me as her slutty friend. I protested and said, "Err... I'm married," holding my ring finger up for all to see.

The mysterious man introduced himself as Don. He was big, towering above me even in our sitting positions, Black-as was Trey. I hadn't expected that. Marsha had never mentioned a preference for Black guys. To my knowledge, she had never been with a Black guy, and I certainly hadn't. White jocks were always our preference and prey.

As Marsha and Trey chatted away in the front, I could feel Don's eyes looking me up and down. I stayed quiet, looked out of the window, and remained like that for the entire journey to a side of town I'd never been to.

We pulled up to a shady-looking bar, and I grabbed Marsha. "What are we doing here?" I asked.

She looked at me with a huge grin. "Let your hair down, let's have some fun! Just like the old days."

The guys walked ahead of us, and Don held the door open for us. As I passed him, our eyes locked together. The sheer size of him was difficult to comprehend; he was at least 6'6" and probably just as wide. The skin I could see was covered in tattoos.

The bar was busy, and I felt like everyone's eyes were on me. I looked around, taking my surroundings in-it was dimly lit, there was a small dance floor to the left of the long bar, and over to the right, there were two pool tables. There must have been 20 or 30 people in there, all guys, all Black guys. We reached the bar, and I stood next to Marsha and said, "I feel like a piece of meat!"

She laughed. "Meat? Are you ready to be spit-roasted?" I laughed it off.

The bar was loudish. I pulled Marsha's arm and suggested we head to the toilet. She followed. I confronted her when we were inside. "What the hell is this place?"

"It's Trey's cousin's bar-we often come here. It's always a fun night," she said. "I told you-let your hair down!"

With that, she backed me up against the cold wall and kissed me. I was surprised-it had been years since our lips had met. Initially, I tried to push her away, but she knew which buttons to press as she started to suck and kiss my neck. I melted back against the wall; I submitted to my friend. I felt Marsha's hand find the front of the tiny white thong I'd selected carefully in preparation for giving Mark a show on my return home. She started to rub my pussy. If it weren't for the thin material, her fingers would have been inside me.

Kissing my neck in the right way (an art that Marsha had mastered through our years of absolute sluttiness) was enough to make my pussy flood. Coupled with Marsha's gentle rubbing, I was in heaven.

Mark just didn't have the same finesse, and I hadn't felt this way in a long time. My eyes were shut as I moaned, my body on fire, my orgasm rising. Marsha's assault on my neck finished suddenly. As I reopened my eyes, I saw her crouch in front of me. She pulled my thong to the side and started to lick at my wet slit. The tip of her tongue lingered on my clit. I wanted to explode. She continued lapping away at my clit for a minute or two, at which point she pulled my dress up, took my thong off in what seemed like one motion, and said, "You won't be needing these tonight!"

With that, she strutted out of the restroom, only looking back at me as she exited the door. "What the fuck," I groaned. She had taken me to the absolute edge. I wanted to cum. I touched myself; I was soaked, ready to fuck.

I took a moment, made myself presentable, reapplied my lipstick, and walked out of the restroom. As I re-entered the bar, I immediately spotted Marsha on the small dance floor, her small frame almost covered by Trey. She was working her ass into his midriff, a number of Trey's friends surrounding her too.

I perched on a seat back at the bar next to Don. "Have fun?" he smirked as he pulled my soaking thong out of his pocket. His large hand dangled my lacy white thong up for anyone to see.

"Put that away!" I said. Thankfully, he did, returning them to his jacket pocket. My cheeks turned beetroot red. The lighting in the bar was dim at best; I was hopeful that no one saw.

Don and I settled at the bar. He plied me with alcohol. I was merry, loose, you could say. Marsha popped back to get her drink every so often. Each time, she encouraged me to "make a move." In fairness, I was warming to Don. Despite his "look," he was a gentle soul with the right mix of naughtiness, and I started to become very touchy-feely with him, on his arm to begin with, then playfully on his leg.

After one particularly naughty exchange, I touched his leg again but made sure I lingered in his crotch. I felt him; initially, I didn't believe it. His cock was hardening from my touch. He leaned in, and his lips met mine.

We kissed, and he moved to my neck. Had Marsha shared her secret move, I wondered? My pussy began to react. He could tell-his hand made its way onto my thigh. It started to move toward its goal. I adjusted myself on the bar stool and parted my legs, giving him better access to my wet vagina.

The tips of his fingers reached my sex, and my body felt like it was on fire. He moved so that he was standing in front of me. I buried my face into his chest. Two fingers slid in and out of me with ease; his thumb circled my clit. I was ready to take him; I wanted him.

I was thinking about nothing other than fucking him. I reached up, my hand cupping the back of his neck. "I need you inside me," I moaned.

He removed his fingers, placing them on my bottom lip. I sucked them for all they were worth. I was in utter slut mode. I'd forgotten about Marsha, the others around us, and most definitely my husband as I grabbed his hand and led him to the ladies' restroom.

I burst through the door. As far as I had seen, Marsha and I were the only females in the bar, so there was no worry of being disturbed. At this point, it didn't bother me anyway. I backed Don up against the door we'd just entered and got to my knees.

Together, we unbuckled his belt, button, and zipper. I pulled down his jeans and boxers and was met with the biggest cock I'd ever seen. I wasted no time in taking him in my mouth. It had been a long time since I'd had a big cock in my mouth; it didn't faze me. I licked it from the base to the top, spat on it, and tried to take as much of it as I could. He grabbed the back of my head and forced as much of it into my throat as he could. He fucked my mouth with force. I tried to take it all. He groaned like it was his first blowjob ever.

With apparent aggression, he said, "I want your pussy." Now, I'm not one to argue. I lifted myself up.

He grabbed me by the throat and said, "Ain't you a good little white slut?" I nodded as best I could.

He pushed me into a cubicle. Instinctively, I put my hands against the wall above the toilet. I pushed my butt upward and spread my legs, expecting to feel Don's cock inside me. Instead, I felt his tongue on my sex. Wow, my body shuddered. His tongue felt like a magic wand as he licked my pussy from behind. A mix of fingers and tongue took me to the edge. I can't disguise this state; I buck wildly and moan loudly.

He started to slow down. "What the fuck," I said. "Keep going!" I told him as I reached around and pushed the back of his head into me. He started to lick my asshole-no one had ever done this to me before. I had always been repulsed by the idea, but fuck, did it feel good. He pushed his tongue into my asshole while playing with my clit. It felt like heaven.

With that, he stood up, lifted the tiny dress I'd borrowed over my head, and unclasped my bra from behind. He was ready, and so was I. Then it began. The tip of his cock lined up with my pussy lips. "I hope you're ready to become my little white slut wife," he said.

"Yes, daddy," I called out as his cock started parting my lips. His cock was easily the biggest I'd ever taken. My body felt full, but he just kept going.

"Is that all of it?" I groaned.

"Nearly," he replied. Just then, I felt it bottom out. He waited; my pussy pulsated and gripped his cock like it had never done before. I already felt an orgasm start to build. Just as I'd gotten used to the size, he started to thrust in and out of me slowly. I fucked him back-I wanted all of him. He quickened the pace and started fucking me for all he was worth.

He grabbed my hair, and I arched my back-my hands still pressed against the wall. Waves of orgasm started; I lost count of how many I had. He roughly grabbed my tit, pulling my nipple. I came even harder. His assault on my pussy continued for what felt like forever. I wasn't complaining. He pulled me toward him, linked one of his arms into mine, grabbed my throat, and started fucking me upright. I came and came again. My eyes were shut virtually the whole time.

I wanted his cum. I told him so. "Not yet, slut," he replied. I was pushing back onto him, fucking him hard. He thrusted back just as hard.

He slowed down and pulled out. I felt empty, exhausted. He moved me to one side and sat on the toilet. I sat on top of him, sliding down onto his length. I was setting the pace, fucking him slowly. Our tongues intertwined; his hands were all over my tits. Our kiss broke, and his mouth went to work on my nipples. I leaned back, giving him greater access. I started cumming again, my hips grinding like they never had before. I didn't want this to end, ever!

I fucked him like there was no tomorrow. He was groaning. I told him how big his cock felt and how much I wanted his cum.

I leaned toward him and whispered into his ear, "Cum inside me."

Within 15 seconds, he managed to say, "Cumming." I felt him shoot up inside me. I continued to grind his cock; he just kept going. He'd put his arms around me and tried to get me to slow. He pulled me in toward him and gripped me with his strong arms. When he'd stopped, we just sat in silence for a few seconds, both trying to catch our breath.

I lifted up from him. I felt his cum inside me, and it started to drip out of me. I got to my knees and sucked the last few drops out, grabbing and pulling at his enormous balls as I did.

He appeared to like it. "That's the best fuck I've had in a long time, you little slut," he said. I looked up at him, cock in mouth, and winked at him.

It was the best fuck I'd ever had. I have never cum that many times I've lost count. I'm so thankful that while our session was ongoing, we were not disturbed.

I got to my feet, retrieved my bra and dress, and started to redress. I watched him staring at me the whole time. He seemed to like what he saw. I reapplied my makeup, sorted my hair, and he grabbed my hand and led me back to the bar.

The numbers in the bar had thinned out. Marsha and Trey were standing at the bar. They cheered as we approached. Trey greeted Don with a high-five, and Marsha said, "About time! You've been gone for over an hour!"

It never felt like an hour, but I guess time flies when you've got a big Black cock inside you.

"Anyway, come on, we are heading back to Trey's," Marsha said. I tingled with anticipation.

"Come on, babe," Marsha said to Trey. Don was talking into Trey's ear while Trey looked directly at me with a huge grin. Marsha pulled at Trey's arm, and the four of us headed to the bar exit.

As we walked to the car, Marsha said, "Are you looking forward to sharing?"

"Sharing what?" I asked.

"The guys!" Marsha replied. "We are heading to Trey's new place."

I gulped and took my phone from my bag. One new message from Mark: "I hope you are having fun, baby girl!" Guilt washed over me, just as I felt a huge dollop of cum draining out of me.

I recorded a voice note back: "Yes, thanks, baby. Marsha's got me drinking, dancing, and having a really good time. She's talking about going to a club, so I might just crash at hers. Love you."

The four of us got into the car. My phone dinged.

"Sad times, you'll have to save up my treat," Mark replied.

To be continued...