Nicole's Night Out

Somehow, sex was already on Nicole's mind as she began the drive 90 minutes south to Baltimore. It had been a hell of a day, getting her kid's to school, work piling onto her plate, and of course David being as unhelpful as possible. Despite all of this on her mind, and for no reason she could discern, she kept getting those old familiar butterflies in her lower belly. After merging onto the highway, she put her hand between her legs and pressed down, as if she could squash this urge in one push. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" she thought. But then her phone, ever helpful, delivered part of the answer: she got a notification from her cycle app that she was ovulating.

At this, she let in a deep sigh. There was little chance in her getting pregnant, because for that, she'd need to have sex. And how long had it been? 4 weeks? 6? She honestly couldn't remember. Not that David could do the deed anyway, as he had gotten snipped shortly after their second was born, unbeknownst to Nicole. This was really the beginning of the end of their sex life, and it wasn't so much the decision he made, it was that he made it without her.

And god, it's not like the sex was ever good. David was not a tall man, average height, and thin. When he was younger, he had a sort of rocker hotness to him, but now, in his late 30s, his hairline receding and his belly softening, he just looked a twerp, with a mediocre prick to boot. At the thought of his little pecker, she remembered the last time they had sex; two months ago, she hadn't been in the mood, but he did his usual move, rubbing against her as she lay on her side. Relenting, she let him in, and he made his little pumps into her mostly dry pussy for a few minutes, before dribbling out his fruitless seed into her. It was boring and uncomfortable but it was over in like 3 minutes.

She really didn't enjoy sex with him anymore, and she'd refused him since. He had long treated her as less-than, under the guise of liberal empowerment, encouraged her to advance her career, only to find himself jealous and vindictive when she was the clear breadwinner. No doubt, she was cold to him, but inside she was burning up, and that colored their whole relationship. But she also "spent too much money," and she "coddled the kids too much," and she "never gave him sex" and...

As if on cue, she got a text from David:

"U'll be back by 12p right?"

Nicole sneered to noone in particular. What a fucking jerk. She gets one night to visit her friend and have some fun at a concert and he couldn't let her sleep in, couldnt have one full day with the kids by himself, couldn't even wait until she got their to bother her. Fuck him. She decided then and there she wouldn't be in contact with him that night.

Tonight was going to be her night, a chill ass reggae show in the city with her college friend Laura. She started streaming her reggae dub channel and started to think of those days in college, the days she was free and found fun at every turn. Her and Laura, out on the town.

There was that time at the club, what was it, 15 years ago? 20? Her sophomore year of college, when the local hip hop artist Bizzness and his whole entourage stepped up to her and Laura's table and ordered a bottle of Krystal. Before long they were doing blow, (not Nicole of course), and doing shots off each other's bellies.

Nicole felt all the butterflies in her belly again as she remembered, almost in slow motion, dancing between two of the guys, sandwiched with one guy grinding on her front, and one up against her ass. The guy in the front was named Tre and she never got the other guy's name, but what she did know about the other guy was that his cock was enormous, it felt like a forearm, rubbing up and down her ass, even as Tre's thick cock ground against her pussy. They danced like that for hours, and looking back, Nicole wasn't sure she didn't cum from this, right on the dance floor. But that was as far as it went, because that was Nicole, the good girl, with the good grades, who danced near the flame but never caught fire. She found out later that Laura was fucking Bizness in the bathroom.

Again Nicole sighed. Could she still attract hot guys like that? She wasn't tall, she was petite, but still had the body of hot little thing, right? She surveyed her face in the rearview: she looked good for her age, but she certainly didn't look 20 years old anymore. She had the highlights and brown hair she always had, her piercing green eyes still twinkled, and while her pale skin was still firm and taught. She had always had small breasts, but they were perky, with dark red nipples that contrasted starkly against her white skin. And since giving birth she had committed to working out, and had a toned, flat stomach, and a tight little ass that never lost it's shape. Maybe tonight she'd flash a little skin and dance to impress.

***

Laura and Nicole got ready for the show like they hadn't skipped a beat in 20 years. They laughed and drank and told stories. While Nicole had married David a year after school, Laura was a confirmed bachelorette, living a polyamorous lifestyle with lots of men her body count. On more than one occasion, Nicole had stalked laura's social media, vicariously enjoying the freedom and joys of being single, thinking just how much she wanted to play the field, meet new men, feel new things. Nicole had only been with 4 guys, and only David in the last 15 years. His 5 and a half inches became a joke for her and Laura, as the latter regaled her friend with tales of big, black cocks.

"This guy," Laura said, pointing to a picture of a tall, black man in a suit with his arm around her "Is a med student at Johns Hopkins, and let me tell you, I would fake an illness every day for him to take care of me every night!"

Nicole laughed "Wait, med STUDENT?? How old was this guy?"

"24 or 25 I think," Laura said, "He definitely fucks like he's 24 or 25." They laughed as they held curlers in their hair and sipped white wine.

Just then, Nicole's phone showed a text, of course it was David, bitching about something the kids were doing, and she grimaced.

"Listen Nicole, tonight is for you. You're a great mom, god knows you do more for David than he deserves. Can we just have fun tonight?" Nicole pondered for a second then opened a drawer on the vanity and put her phone in, before slamming it closed. She looked up at her friend, and they giggled like school girls.

These two white women in their late 30s were very overdressed for a reggae show. Nicole in a shimmery, shoestring top dress that clung to her slender little figure, and cut off just half an inch below the bottom of her tight ass, and Laura, the more voluptuous of the two, sporting a black spandex number that cut down the middle such that the underside of her ample bosom was always in view. Walking into the venue, they found a place to stand a few rows back. Before long the crowd filled in tightly behind them, lights went down and the band started, and it was hot, literally and figuratively.

The girls danced together to the slow, Jamaican beats. Soon there was a guy dancing next to Laura, a tall handsome black man with sunglasses on. He lit up a spliff and handed it to Laura, who then passed it in Nicole's direction with her eyebrows raised, to ask if she was in. She was. Nicole pinched the joint and took a massive pull before coughing and laughing with her friend, doubled over laughing as they danced, and song blared around them. Now things were really cooking. Laura and Nicole danced, bobbing with the backbeats, laughing and sweating. Before long their new friend was dancing with Laura and Nicole couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Ever the bride, never the bridesmaid.

Nicole soon found she was VERY high. Not in the paranoid, introverted way she had experienced at other times, but just surrounded by a velvety warmth and an organic feeling of joy that found its way into a persistent smile across her face. She was having a blast.The band finished an uptempo number with a blast of horns, and the two women and all the crowd hollered and clapped with appreciation. Then they went into a slow, romantic tune, with the stage lights turning from reds to blues, still with that sweet, island back beat. The singer was sincere and maybe hot?Nicole looked over to see Laura and her new friend now embracing, with him standing close behind her with his arms wrapped around her, his head resting on her shoulder as they swayed.

Nicole looked at them for what felt like a long second, before casting her gaze back at the stage. That was Laura, she loved to have a good time. Nicole found herself grimacing a moment in yearning, but remembered, she was just there for what she was doing, to dance, and party and...

Just then she felt warm touch on both of her arms. She looked to find thick dark fingers slowly wrapping around each bicep. She turned her face to see a beautiful black man, with a smile so broad and white, she instinctively smiled back. His touch was light, as if asking permission, and she found her body swaying in time with the music and his hands. Before long, they were dancing.

Just the touch of this man had turned every inch of her skin electric. As they danced he became more courageous, moving his body close behind hers to the rhythm of the song. She could feel his heat, and the sinue of his muscled body, his tight abs against her back. Her hands searched for more, and she beckoned him closer grabbing the back of his thigh. Soon he was right behind her, his body flush with hers. As she danced, she swayed her hips back and forth across his pelvis, and soon she felt him growing hard against her ass. It felt so good to turn on such a beautiful stranger, to feel his body turn completely on for her. Feeling more courageous and invited, he allowed one hand to rest on her hipbone, pulling her ever so gently against his swollen member, his fingers dangerous close to her mound. All of this was overwhelming for Nicole. Her mouth opened, and she may have let out a sound. She bit her lip, trying to contain her excitement, even as she felt a moistening between her legs. Laura took note of this, with her new friend now softly kissing the side of her neck.

As the slow song ended, and Nicole began to clap, Laura grabbed her friend by the wrist. "Come with me, I have a surprise for you" and began to pull her away from both of their new friends. Nicole looked back at the man she had danced with, he was still smiling, but his eyes longed for her. She looked down to see his cock was straining hard against his pants, but she was whisked away.

Laura was friends with the security guard working the VIP section. She greeted him with a big hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

"Vinny! This is my friend Nicole. We're going to party in the back."

"I bet you are," Vinny said, looking Nicole up and down, "You know you and all your sexy friends are always welcome," his eyes lingering on Nicole's body.

"Thanks V!" Laura said, kissing him on the cheek and giving him a provocative squeeze on the upper thigh before taking Nicole by the hand behind the curtain.

The two stood alone, beside the stage, and watched the performers. The bassist was a large man, built thick with large pecks, long dreads tied into a pony, and he was sweating profusely as he played.

"That's Jerod" Laura said, and as she pointed, Jerod noticed her, smiled and winked.

"And that's William" she said, pointing to the singer/guitarist. He was too focused on the song, playing so passionately, that he would never have noticed.

Nicole was mesmerized, from her place in the audience, she couldn't see how beautiful he was, with a scruffy beard, soulful brown eyes, and while he was thin, his shirt clung to his muscles as the sweat poured through. Nicole had a moment of sheer, unadulterated lust, as time stood still and she could think of nothing more than having this man inside of her.

"They're going to come over and hang out at my place afterwards if that's cool" Laura said. At this, Nicole's belly dropped, and she could feel her insides clenching.

"Is that cool, Nicole?"

"Very Cool" she replied with a laugh.

There, on the side of the stage, the two women danced, smoked, and laughed through the concert and two encores, admiring these beautiful men who would accompany them home.

Leaving the theatre, the air was cool, as the autumn crept in that night. Laura and Jerod walked a few paces ahead, leaving William and Nicole walking side by side a few paces back. Nicole felt like a teenager, her head was swimming, leaving with this rock star, who she had just pined for with her whole body. Now the wetness in her panties was a bit of a burden, and in the wind this sent a chill through her.

"Ya cold?" William said, smiling

"A little" Nicole said meekly.

William wrapped his long arm around her shoulder, rubbing her up and down.

"That's ok, because I always bring the fire," he said with a laugh and she laughed too.

His touch was soft and firm, and he smelled of nag champa incense. Nicole felt much better, but something was troubling her. They were going back to Laura's, and she had little doubt what Laura would do, but what about her? The cold air was sobering her up, and this was all a bit overwhelming. Maybe it was time to throw some cold water on things.

"So, you have a girlfriend? A wife?" Laura said.

William laughed and looked up to the horizon, shrugging.

"I have so much love. Too much to be contained," he said, grinning widely.

Fuck, this guy was so smooth.

"Perhaps you have much love as well?" he said, gently lifting her left hand, with her wedding ring suddenly heavy.

Perhaps she did.

Back at Laura's, Nicole sat on the edge of the couch, her stomach in knots. William was looking for a record to play, while Jerod and Laura flirted heavily on the loveseat to her left, sparking another joint.

"You have the kind of booty men would do anything for!" he complimented

"Well 'anything' is a big word. Would you cross the sea?"

"I already have," he said passing the joint to Nicole, who pinched it and inhaled an enormous toke, this time holding it in like a pro.

She stood to pass it to William, who had just put on The Meters greatest hits.

"Thank ya Dollface" William said with a wink, before passing it back to Laura and sitting down a respectful distance away from Nicole.

"Nicole, tell this man that I am a good friend, he says Im only good when I want something."

Nicole was high, but she supported her friend in this fake-fight "She's good! She takes care of me!" she said, giggling.

"Then take care of me then," Jerod said.

"But I want something from you" Laura said, leaning in for a kiss, which quickly turned passionate. Nicole couldn't help but stare as their tongues intertwined, his dark hands swooping around her big milky breasts. Nicole was warm, and fuzzy and without knowing it, was vicariously living through her friend again, watching her find pleasure with reckless abandon. Laura turned and sat on top of him, his head now buried in her bosom. Nicole's eyes clung to their every move, and she stared as her friend began to grind up and down on this man as she ran her fingers through his dreads.

That was when she felt a touch on her cheek, William's finger beckoning her. Her usual impulse would be to pull away, but it felt right, she turned to him, his whole face smiling gently. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her mouth, before backing away a few inches. To observe her reaction.

How should she react? What was she doing? She's a married woman! She's a married woman who's been in a loveless marriage for at least 10 years, and hasn't had good sex...ever? And now she was here in this room, with this man and she was about to.. About to what?

She kissed him back, hard, her tongue darting across his, spinning around it, sucking on his mouth. Her hands were everywhere, all over his back pulling him close as she felt his pulse quicken and her body so full of butterflies she thought she might explode. His hand found her small, perky breast, and soon his finger traced her nipple that sprung pointedly through her dress. She moaned and pulled her mouth away to catch her breath.

Nicole looked up to find Laura and Jerod were a few steps ahead. Laura knelt before him, licking his massive, hairy balls as she stroked the largest cock Nicole had ever seen. Jerod's member was a full 9 inches long, fat and uncut, black as night, lest for the purple head that was exposed with every downstroke Laura took. Dumbstruck by this, Nicole turned back to William who was still smiling, and at this they shared a brief laugh, before William's fingers curled under her thin straps, pulling them down as he kissed her neck, her chest and then his tongue landed on her nipple.

Nicole threw her head back and closed her eyes as she let out a moan of pure ecstasy.

"Fuck yes!" Laura said, seeing her friend's pleasure, between slurps of Jerod's penis.

Meanwhile, William was now pulling her dress down further, kissing the underside of her breast, then her belly, then he looked up at her, his knowing eyes full of love, to see Nicole's squinting with raw lust, she lifted her hips so that he could remove the dress completely.

Now his fingers hooked under the sides of her panties, and again he looked to her, as she nibbled on her index finger with nervous anticipation. He pulled on them as she raised her hips once more, and they clung to her vulva for an extra moment, as her pussy had flooded with juices. His face was warm and just inches away from her tight little cunt, and he smiled at it. She grabbed the back of his head and drew him in. He sucked on her, letting his tongue lap up and down on her pronounced clit. She cried out, closing her eyes and cupping his face with both hands. He was still gentle but firm, exploring all of her folds and following the suggestion that her bucking hips and hands made. She began to cry out with every lap. She was going to cum.

"OH, FUCK YES, GIVE ME THAT FUCKING COCK" came Laura's cries. Nicole opened her eyes to see Jerod's massive cock pummelling in and out of her friend. She had bent over the love seat, with her big ass up, and his jet black dick was pistoning in and out of her. This put Nicole over and she began to shutter and quiver as she grasped Williams head with both her arms, cumming like she hadn't in years.

When she came to, she saw Laura was now riding Jerod with increasing jerkiness, and was whimpering softly, clearly about to pop off. William had since gotten undressed, and now, standing before her was this beautiful, brown, star, with a cock that was as long as Jerod's if not as thick, and it was pointed right at her. William stood there, patiently, his cock swinging back and forth, and Nicole noticed a clear line of precum dripping from the tip, like a hungry wolf, salivating before taking it's prey.

Nicole had a flash, a montage of all the bad sex, the arguments, David's little prick, all the boring things he had made her do to so he could get off. Then she smiled devilishly up at the black man in front of her. She reached out and took his manhood into her fist, before working her thumb over it's head, smearing the precum across it. She guided him toward her opening, faintly aware of Laura's orgasmic groans beside her, as she worked Williams' cock up and down her soaking slit, before lining him up directly. Then she took her hand away and put it on the back of his neck, drawing him closer. Looking him dead in the eyes, in a coarse whisper she demanded "Fuck me."

"Fuck me. FUCK me. FUCK ME," and so he did, William's cock, pushing past her lips, opening her pussy before nestling onto her cervix. No man had ever come close to getting that deep, and her moans were more like groans, as this dark brown cock churned her little pink pussy. Nicole began to lose control, bucking up with him, matching every thrust with her hips, until his pace became a pounding, and she gladly went limp while their bodies did what they were meant to do. William knocked the back of her pussy like he was knocking on a door, over and over again.