This event happened one night last November. My husband and I were meeting for dinner at his favorite place – Hooters. He loved gawking at the girls in their tight shirts and shorts. He had lost attraction in me some 5 years ago, when I got up around 160 lbs.
I was going to try and keep his attention that evening by wearing what I thought was a sexy outfit: a tight black long-sleeved turtle-neck sweater, short pleated grey mini-skirt, black suspender hose, matching black satin bra/bikini panty combo, and black pumps. After dropping the kids off with the sitter, I headed out to Hooters to meet my husband. His first response to seeing me in the outfit was, "I can't believe you really wore that here."

We stood around in silence waiting to be seated, but once seated and after our drinks were ordered he started in on me. Telling me I was "Too fat for that tight sweater" or that the skirt and hose made me look like "a white trailer trash whore."

I put up with his rudeness through most of dinner, but halfway through it, I needed a break. So I excused myself to the ladies room.

In the hallway where the bathrooms were located I had to pass the men's room. As I did, I heard the door open. Next I heard a catcall whistle followed by a voice saying, "I'll take a helping of those legs with a side of ass Miss."

I turned around to find two black men looking me over. I smiled and flashed them my wedding band.

"Don't mean nothin,"one replied.

He was right, by this time I had been fucking black men for just over 3 years. So I went over to them and asked what they had in mind. They asked if I was interested in a good time – and since my husband obviously wasn't going to give me one I told them yes. I suggested they give me about 30 minutes to get rid of my husband before we met again in the hall to arrange things.

I then went into the bathroom and freshened up. After returning to my seat, I told my husband I needed to get some gifts for the ladies I do volunteer work with and would he mind getting the kids from the sitter. He agreed, we finished dinner, kissed and he left. I waited about 5 minutes and headed for the hallway. Sure enough, the two black men were waiting in the hall for me. They suggested we go to one of their places – for safety sake (my own) – I suggested a hotel. They agreed.

Once in the hotel room, I sat down on the bed. One of the black men joined me, as the other sat in a chair across from the bed. Both were wearing button-up flannel shirts, jeans, and work boots. The man on the bed pressed his lips to mine and started kissing me. We kissed for a few minutes as his buddy stripped off his jeans and boxers – I found my attention torn between the strange black man kissing me like I was his woman, and the sight of a big limp black cock between the legs of his partner.

The guy in the chair said something, I'm not sure what it was, but I found myself being laid back onto the bed and having my sweater removed at the same time. The guy on the bed got up on his knees and started undoing his pants with one hand – as his other began to fondle my tits through my black satin bra. He worked his limp cock out of his jeans and boxers and positioned himself by my head. He then slipped my bra straps down my shoulders and yanked my bra cups down, freeing my small, fat, round 38B tits. "Love white titties," he told me.............................................................

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