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Mrs ripley and I like ..
a club called groovies its behind founders tower off the nw expy. Been there on many occaisions w/ the missus and about 1/3 of the time we are approched by another couple, but be advised ladies and gents dress to impress and bring some cash b/c its expensive to drink there and the dress code is enforced. Open Thurs fri and sat nights and it truely is a great atmosphere in which to "meat" new friends.
I have a story about Groovies. I am a single white male 26 years old 6'3" muscular and well hung. I was there one night, at the bar. I had whiskey. My intention was sex. And I was not disappointed. While I was sitting at the bar a well built man, Tom, in his late 30s sat down beside me and and propositioned me on behalf of his wife. She, Tom explained, had noticed me, and she had asked Tom to speak with me about a meeting. She, I could see when I looked where Tom pointed, was a well kept woman in her mid-thirtys with a large bust and athletic frame. Sarah is her name. Tom asked me to follow them home. This is a question that I had never been asked, though I have thought often about it. I told Tom, yes. This was the reason why I had gone to Groovies in the first place.I followed he and Sarah to the parking lot, and on to the Northwest Expressway to their home. In the car my body shook in anticipation. I could not resist freeing my penis and bringing myself to orgasm while driving. I came within seconds of stroking and hastily wiped myself clean while parking my truck along a leafy street in northwest Oklahoma City. The patio light was on and the front door was open. Tom waited for me. Sarah was already inside. He escorted me into a room with several couches arrayed along the walls, and asked me to sit. Shortly, she entered the room wearing only a robe, and we began to talk, flirting, she took a seat on the same couch and began, ever so slowly to scoot closer. At some point, Tom left the room, and, though I did not know at the time, this meant that she was comfortable with the situation. Her hand grazed my hand. My thigh pressed against her thigh. We began to kiss. I wondered about Tom, then forgot it. Her hand opened my pants, was into my pubic hair, then grabbed firmly the base of my freed penis holding it steady while she wrapped her mouth around it . Oh my god! I came instantly, despite having masturbated less than hour earlier. She swallowed my load, then rose to kiss me. On her tongue I could taste my own semen. She whispered, "fuck me." I took her by the waist and turned her over. I got down on my knees and began to limn her vagina with my tongue. After a time, her body began to buckle and convulse. I rose and guided my engorged penis inside her. We fucked for an hour and a half in every conceivable way. On my way out, I thanked Tom for the hospitability. He thanked me. "She is never so eager as after a stranger has had her," he explained. Since then, I've met Sarah several times, and it has gotten quite hot. At first Tom was along, watching or orchestrating, but lately Sarah and I have gotten together alone without him.
This sounds like a place this good looking black male needs to check out.