I guessed my husband would be waiting for me in the bar area of the hotel. I looked around and saw him looking me up and down like a dog looks at a juicy bone. I walked over to where he was sat and sat down opposite him and smiled. "I've booked a table in the resteraunt," he announced, "so you can tell me what you've been up too." "Lovely," I replied.

We took our time over our drinks and said very little. Both of us were horny as hell and we couldn't do the usual small talk when sex was all we could think of.

We sat at a table and ordered from the menu and I teased my man by saying, "I've had a lovely afternoon". During the course of the meal I revealed my naughty exploits at intervals. I finished by telling him in great detail how I'd felt the shape of a huge black cock and imagined how it would feel in my mouth. I continued to say how I was wondering how I could take it up my tight pussy as his thick middle finger slid into me.

My husband told me he was ready to explode right there and asked me to stop! I looked at the time and it was 9.45. It was time to reveal what was going to happen next.

I explained that my stud would be in the bar at 10 o'clock and gave my husband the choice of what to do next;

1 - I go alone into the bar and take him to the room so we can fuck

2 - We go into the bar together and ask him to join us in our room

3 - We go into the bar, kiss and fondle each other and show him what he could have had

I was so turned on that any option would do. If my black stud left I know that part of me would be relieved but a big part of me just wanted that cock in my holes. We got up to leave the table. "Let's go and see if he's there. I'm not ready to hand you over to him yet". It was the answer I wanted. The anticipation was overbearing as we approached the door to the hotel bar.