Cuckold texting?

At this point, I figured he either knew all about HW/cuckolding or he was a quick study because he put his hand on my thigh as he was talking to us. I covered his hand with mine. Michael discretely cupped my right breast in his hand. I don't think anyone else noticed as the bar was darkly lit, but our new friend did. I took his hand from my thigh and put it on my left breast. Time for another round!

It felt very exciting to have their hands on me like that in public even though the moment passed quickly. We talked about everything under the sun and I think he was unsure what to do next about me and about Michael. Finally, I asked if he was staying in the hotel. He was not. Pity. I knew this bar features single occupancy restrooms so I asked our friend if he would escort me. He got off his stool and offered me his hand. I gave michael a kiss and off we went.

When I went into the Ladies, we were still holding hands and he followed me in. He didn't need to be told to lock the door. Unlike a lot of women, I like to suck a man's cock before we start kissing and making out. That first moment is what I look forward to wondering if it will be cut or uncut, big or small, hard or needing attention. Is there pre-cum already? I sat on the toilet and went for his zipper. The opening was too small so I pulled everything down to his knees and started blowing him. He immediately began making noises like he was going to cum, so I backed off, removed my thong and pushed it into his pocket. Then I sat on the sink with my legs spread. Down he went doing a pretty good job with his tongue. I reached for my iPhone and took a nice close-up which I sent to Michael's phone. I wondered if the bartender would get a peek.

The sink was getting uncomfortable so I slid off, turned around and he did me doggy-style. I took another photo of us in the mirror. Either we really turned this guy on or he hadn't had sex in awhile and I could feel his cock stiffening and he was making those noises again. I pushed him away and got back on the sink and spread my legs. I wanted to look at him when he came. I put him inside of me but he had only about five strokes left in him before he came. I caught the moment with my phone and sent it to Michael while our friend was pulling up his trousers. He asked if I want back my thong. No, I told him, I like to feel the air on my puffy lips after sex. He got a souvenir.

Back at the bar, we had another drink together. He told us he wished his wife could play like we did. I hadn't thought of him as married but we never asked. We didn't exchange numbers and we are unlikely to cross paths again but the three of us spent a very memorable time in the bar that evening.