First Night With A Black Cock

So, this summer was my husband’s, Terry, place of work’s office party. Years past, we have enjoyed the nice dinner, drinks and laughs the night brings. Being a medium-large company, it also brings together co-workers that normally don’t find the time and opportunity to interact on a regular basis. The event is for company people and spouses/partners. No kids, which is nice to get away and have an adult night out. Date night as we call it. This year, as in past, it was on a Friday night at the country club, which the upper officers are members. For my husband and I, it is a nice experience that we normally do not have access to. The country club is just under an hour drive from the city where we live, but centrally located between his office and the office in the state capital.
Like years past, tables are round, making it easy to carry conversations with the other 9 – 11 people at the table. At each table, the seating arrangements are girl/boy/girl/boy. At our table, was upper middle manager, David. My husband and I have socialized with David at these company gatherings in the past. Terry and David work in different departments, but regularly run into each other for projects. David is a good looking mid 50’s black man, who runs marathons, and has a fun sense of humor. It is easy to forget he is about 20 years older than my husband and myself.

At the table this year, the seating arrangement was turned around a bit. Instead of my husband, Terry, sitting next to me, I was sitting with David to my left, then co-worker Sherry on David’s left, and Terry sitting on Sherry’s left. Our table was a good crowd, funny stories and lots of ribbing of each other, good food and plenty of drinks. The drinks are not a problem, with the distance from home accommodated. The company runs a couple small buses from each office to the country club and back again at the end of the night. Terry and I do like most people, we hire a cab ride from home to the office parking lot to catch the bus and call a cab once we are back. No driving necessary. Kids over night at grandparents takes out any need to be home at a certain time.

The evening took a strange turn for me. Late in the evening, as we are sitting around the table, after enjoying a great meal, but not done with the drinks yet. There is a lively conversation going on to my left involving David, Sherry, Terry, and a few other people. I was leaning in to catch the funny on-going story, turning left in my chair. Caught up in the funny story, looking to get my voice heard above the loud banter and laughter, to lean forward, I laid both hands on David’s right leg, giving my input. I did not realize until I sat back, with my hands still on David’s right leg, under my left palm was not the innocent feel of David’s thigh, but end of his flaccid cock! I remember the moment vividly, the first reaction in my mind was not ‘’move hand away’’, it was ‘’OMG, that thing is big’’. Then I found the sense to move my hands back to my own lap. A quick glance between David and I was one from him of light amusement, probably both of us thinking together ‘’that was unexpected’’ from both points of view. The laughter and banter at the table continued, with no one else the wiser but my mind was stuck on how big David’s cock felt under my hand. I was stunned. I questioned myself, did I really feel what I think I felt? If I did, was it really that big? I tried to steal a glance down, see if it had an outline against his pants that would tell how big it was, but there were too many sets of eyes around that table. No chance I could look down that direction without being noticed. But I could not shake the curiosity of what I felt. With the ongoing conversations at the table, I found opportunity to lean forward again. I swallowed hard, built up my courage and leaned forward placing both hands on David’s right leg. Yes, I wanted to feel his cock again. Yes, I was happy with my marriage in every way, and never was unfaithful to Terry. But at that table, that night, that brief contact of my palm against the end of David’s cock, it ignited a strong curiosity, and, looking back, fueled with some alcohol in my system, I had to feel it again. In my mind, I told myself, ‘’I was just touching it from outside the pants. It was not a serious breach in faith to Terry. It was accidental. I may never ever get to feel one this big again’’ and I really wanted to feel if it was as big as it seemed from the first touch.