When i returned she was talking to a black guy very handsome well built,i said hello and they both looked at each other and my wife said "Are you gonn...a tell him or am i" she turned and looked at me and said "He wants to fuck me babe, wat do you think?" Well my dick went as hard as a rock which see and looked at me and smiled turn to Adam (his name) "i think thats a yes"i put the drinks down and i went to the toilet to grab condoms,as we left angie ask where we could go? i remembered i had the. Then from some random big cocked stud.So I did.Dressing sexy did cheer me up and I had a good time at the bar... getting hit on by a lot of guys and a couple of girls... but I didn't want sex. I just wanted to live my Cindy Lauper philosophy of just having fun and then going home and 'She Bopping'.One more crazy thing about me... I had never come from sex... ever. I always had to finish myself off. This was something Karen had often promised she could fix in ten minutes if I gave her the. It was so long that she had to ensure she didn’t sit down on it by pulling it over one shoulder. That action alone made me want to stand up, move around to her, take her head in my hands, and watch her unzip my pants, pull my cock out, and give me a quick blowjob right there while everyone watched in horror and surprise. But I managed to make it through dinner without anything like that happening.As we left the restaurant, I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her lips to mine.She moaned. ” “Sounds like prostitution to me!” I indignantly stated, to which Terry laughed, “It would be, except we are all owners of the Bar and we take and share our profit from there. Plus we have a legitimate license for the basement, so the parties are all considered business, no matter what goes on there! So, are you going to be willing to help make this a success, or should we just fuck you now and screw you after we leave?” My mind was reeling but I wasn’t going to have time to think about it.