For our anniversary, my dear husband and I decided to get a nice hotel room, enjoy a nice leisurely dinner with a few drinks. The hotel had a quaint little piano bar/ lounge/ restaurant and we decided that would be a convenient place to dine. Knowing that neither of us was going to have to drive certainly fueled the fire and I soon found myself a bit more tipsy than I would normally allow myself to get. Marc stepped outside for a cigarette and left me sitting at the table, listening to the piano, doing a little people watching, sipping my drink, just enjoying the buzz and the relaxed atmosphere.

Noticing that I was alone for the moment, a good-looking, tall, muscular black man approached the table and asked if he could sit down for a moment. He told me that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me the whole evening and that he loved the way my eyes sparkled when I smiled at my husband. He said he’d always wanted a girl to look at him like that. In my drunken state, I met his eyes with mine, thought about how much I’d always wanted to experience a big black cock, and gave him the biggest, cheesiest smile I could muster up. He laughed, gave me his business card, and told me to call him sometime. He told me to enjoy the rest of my evening and walked away, just as my husband came back inside. I managed to just glance at the card before I slid it into my purse – his name was Steve.

When Marc got back to the table, he asked me what that was all about – apparently, he’d been watching through the window and had seen me talking to the handsome black man. I just laughed it off, changed the subject, and ordered another drink. All the while, my mind was racing with the thoughts of all the possibilities. My heart was pounding so hard, I was sure my husband could hear it across the table! He knows me well enough though to just leave it alone and that I’d talk about it when I was ready to.

We stayed until closing time, just having a blast. We danced to a couple of songs, drank waaay too much and really just had a nice evening. Finally, the bartender shooed us out and we headed up to our room. Marc decided he’d really like a couple more beers and headed out to find a liquor store that was still open. I begged off, saying I was too drunk to even ride in a car! I told him I would just stay there and watch a little TV until he got back.

I started flipping channels and stumbled across some really racy scene in a movie – hmmm, this looks interesting! I got to thinking about Steve. I got out his card, picked up the phone, dialed his number, without allowing even a moment to talk myself out of calling him. He answered on the first ring. I told him who it was calling I could have sworn I could actually hear the smile on his face! I told him my husband had stepped out for a few minutes and that I was feeling a little lonely. He said he was feeling a little lonely too and that maybe we could help each other out. He said his room was just up on the next floor and invited me over.

I didn’t even bother putting on my shoes or socks, I just hustled out the door and headed for his room. I tried to not think about what I was doing on the way there, I mean here it is, my wedding anniversary and I’m on my way to another man’s hotel room! My hands were shaking as I pushed the elevator button and I had to force myself to take a couple of deep breaths before I stepped out and found his room. The door opened just as I was about to knock – he must have been watching for me.

Steve was standing there wearing just a towel around his waist. He pulled me into the room and into his arms in a great big hug. Right away, I could feel that his cock was big and already starting to get hard as he pressed his body against mine. Man, I thought I was horny on the way over but that just made my pussy gush with wetness and desire.