Almost exact as our first meeting. My wife and I arrived to the club maybe 20 minutes before him. We’re holding hands on our way in, we sit side by side with my arm around her, and when I order drinks for the two of us, I say, “My wife will have...” There’s a table across from us, two white couples.
He arrives, looking very sharp. She and I stand for introduction where I twirl my wife for his review and approval. We return to our seats to make small talk and have an opportunity for him to be served his *******. I stand to “use the restroom” and nod at her with a smile.
Upon my return, he’s taken my seat next to my wife with his arm across her, the shoulder of her dress pushed aside and his fingers brushing her skin - touching her for the first time. The white couples across from our table seem to be in a state of shock of having just witnessed the black guy taking the white husband’s seat. I take my appropriate seat, across from him and my wife.
As the evening progresses, he repositions his hand upon my wife’s leg, just below the bottom of her dress. She reciprocates by parting her legs ever so slightly, where his hand continues upon her inner thigh.
It was obvious things had to progress so he’d stood and took my wife out to the dance floor where I admired. Three songs later, he leads the way through the crowd and to the table. “She’s ready for the hotel.” He states. I look at my wife and she nods, with a shy smirk, softly biting her lower lip.
As we depart, one of the guys across the table from us nods, perhaps of approval, or perhaps wishing it were his wife.
We head for the exit, he and my wife leading with his hand is on her ass, guiding her toward the door.
To this day (I’m now divorced) I stroke regularly to the intensity of the nightclub moment. It was my first time watching and my wife’s first black guy. Indeed... so hot!