I can’t remember why we decided to go to the Peppermint Club that night. When Lois and I travel we like to try something different. Anyway, Lois wanted to have a good time that evening and so did I.
There were lots of clubs in Las Vegas. The Peppermint was one of the nicest, with comfortable booths sporting leather seats, a dance floor and live music. We got there just before 9pm and ordered drinks. Lois had dressed to go out. She looked great in a tight black skirt, pinkish top that showed off her cleavage, and rather racy black high heels that added nicely to her 5’6″ frame. At age 48 and 135 pounds, she still maintained a curvy 38D 26 37 figure. The big tits always attracted admiring glances. She wore her reddish hair a bit shorter than she used to.
Most of the people at the club were close to our age, or older. We felt right at home. Since I didn’t like to dance, I expected her to find someone to dance with. It didn’t take long. The best dancer on the floor was a handsome black man who was dancing with an older white lady. They were very good. We watched them for fifteen minutes until the woman returned to her husband and left.
The black man looked around for another partner and spotted Lois. She must have looked available because he sauntered over to our booth with a big smile.
“Would you like to dance?”
“Sure,” Lois answered. “I’d love to.”
They danced together for quite a while. Lois had a sexy way of moving her body that seemed to hold her partner’s attention. During the slow dances he held her tight, his hand gripping her waist and occasionally her soft sexy butt.
As they danced I thought about my recurring fantasy about watching my wife make love to a black man. I had mentioned my fantasy once to Lois, many years before. She laughed and asked why I thought she needed more than I could give her. Since I wasn’t really serious, I didn’t pursue the idea.
At 50 I was not the lover I had once been. I still loved sex, but I couldn’t pound it to my wife like I used to. Not that Lois ever complained. We had a good marriage. As I thought about it, watching them dancing, I wondered whether having another man with Lois might be just the spice to rejuvenate our relationship.
The more I thought about, the more the idea excited me. It had been a long time since Lois and I had done anything new or exciting when it came to sex. This just might be our chance.
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