interracially seducing wifeJune 16, 2012 by: cuckold_videos
I stepped out into the cold night air and realized that even with a coat on I was definitely not dressed for the weather. The coolness only made my nipples harder and for a moment dried up the moistness in between my legs. I could barely walk normal in my leather and heels, but I knew that if I backed out now any chance I now had would be gone. I got into my car and drove off toward the restaurant and practically raced down 41 to get there. As I made way into the parking lot I saw him in the window speaking with the waiter and handing the menus back to him. The moment had finally cum! Once I got out of the car my fate, either for good or bad, would be sealed.
I strutted into the Olive Garden and was greeted by nearly every eye in the waiting area. I gave a little blush and kept walking to where Garvey was seated and still conversing with the waiter. The waiter’s tongue practically fell out as Garvey got up and greeted me like a proper gentleman should. I then unzipped my coat and got even more stares, as well as a big grin from my date, as I removed it and placed it on the empty chair.
The 16 year old who was our waiter quickly pulled out my chair and seated me. He then looked at Garvey who slowly sat down and ordered a bottle of the house red wine. He complimented me on my outfit and then mentioned that he took the liberty of ordering for me a pasta primavera dish and an Alfredo bread stick appetizer. Garvey was absolutely the opposite of the way I saw him on Saturday. Now he was clean shaven both on his face and on his head. He reminds me of that actor in the Green Mile, you know the one! He also had on a gray Brooks Brothers suit with a black shirt and gray tie. God he looked HOT!!
For the next hour the conversation was everything except sex, but oh God you could feel the tension and heat between us. He and I were practically fucking each other with our eyes, especially him since my breasts were practically ready to break out of their leather restraints. I was giving him quite a show with my zipper pulled down just enough to give him a hint of what lay hidden underneath.
For practically an hour and a half, as he stared at my breasts, we talked about politics, the medical system and nearly everything under the sun we had time to talk about. I could only finish half of my dinner, but that was probably due to the 3 glasses of red vino. The bill came end Garvey pulled out his gold card and gave it to the waiter. When the waiter returned Garvey signed and we got up to leave. Garvey helped me with my red coat and then gave the waiter a $20 tip. He then put on his overcoat and I took his arm as he led me outside to my car.
However, unlike I had originally planned, Garvey insisted that he drive the entire way to Indy since I was probably legally drunk and he knew the way. As he opened the passenger door we leaned into kiss and I tell you it was magic as his powerful tongue and mine embraced in a steamy hint of things to cum. I then got in and leaned over to set the seat all the way to the back. He then removed his coat and jacket from his big muscular body, placed them in the back seat and then eased into the drivers seat.
I handed him the keys and he then started the motor of my old Lumina. I was so hot after that kiss that I took my jacket off and let the crisp air cool off my now very hot leather encased body. Yet, like a lady I kept my knees together the entire drive to the club and held the massive right hand that now rested on my knees.
For the next 80 miles I listened to him talk about his charity work for black history month around Indy and Terre Haute, as my Sade CD’s played hypnotically in the background. The wine slowly worked it’s way to my brain and released the last of my inhibitions as I brought his massive hand to my mouth and began kissing it and telling him how hot I was. He just looked at me, smiled and promised me to be patient, and that he would take care of my fire down below when the final round was done.
Soon, but not soon enough, we got off the highway at the airport road and headed into a part of Indy that very few white women have ever been. Slowly we worked our way down broken streets and past dilapidated houses until we finally came to a stop outside of The Thunderbird, where it looked like a large crowd had already gathered. Once again, like a gentlemen, Garvey asked me to let him open my door. I kissed his magnificent and dark muscular hand and then leaned over to kiss him on the mouth. His large hands grasped my head and pulled me to his moist and greedy tongue! Oh God he was melting me with his touch!!
He then broke our embrace, smiled and said “in due time baby, in due time.” He then turned the car off and got out of the car. His sculpted and muscular ass was clearly visible through the thin fabric that covered it. He then put on his jacket and overcoat, and then came to my side and opened the door. As I exited I could feel the stares of the patrons going in, both male and female. Looking at Garvey I could tell how much in control of me he really was. He took my hand and led us to the door where a very fat older black man stood guard. He and Garvey shook hands as I smiled and saw the bouncer give me a once over and a knowing smile.
Once inside Garvey led me to a table as I noticed everyone take notice of the only white woman in the club. At the table were two other black men of equal size as Garvey and their dates. Both women were Latina’s that really should have consulted a fitness expert before slipping into their mini skirts. The band had yet to start so we all could hear our introductions and place the 1st of countless orders of drinks.