My husband and I often meet different guys in bars. I like to watch guys flirt with me, and then find out that my husband is sitting next to me or coming back from the toilet. The strongest guys get a reward in the form of a great fuck with me the next night.
This time I was sitting at the bar and drinking a cocktail. Soon a cute middle-aged black man sat down next to me. We were flirting. His name was Pete. He understood I liked him. Then my husband Derek came out of the dark corner of the bar and sat down next to us. Pete was surprised. But our flirting was so frank that he stayed.
I continued to make eyes at him and touch his knee. Perhaps he understood the rules of the game. He put his hand on my bare leg and waited a little looking at my husband. He made sure that nothing bad would happen and continued stroking already moving higher up my thigh. Then his hand penetrated under my dress and headed for my panties. I knew I would please him, because I was warm and already a little wet.
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