The first time my husband asked me about a black man was not if I would fuck one for him but more like why would I fuck one. We were out for some drinks and dancing one night and since he doesn't dance much I danced with several other younger males and one 23 year old black college man kept asking me to dance, at first it was fairly innocent dancing but after a few more R+C's and getting warmed up to the point of sweating and needing to undo some buttons it got decidedly less innocent. That did not help the cooling down process at all. As it got closer to closing the young man asked if I wanted to continue dancing and have a nightcap in his hotel room. I was a lot more willing than my husband but he didn't have much to say about it, I wanted to and if he didn't he could head home alone.
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