Offered a seat.

Abbey approached the table and noticed four black men were sitting there. She shuddered as she walked. After her talks with George she was hoping for a black man, and now she might have that opportunity. "Hi," she chirped.

"Evening Miss, are you having a good time?" the only one with a goatee asked.

She smiled, "Well, so far, but I was hoping for a better time," she said. The man with the goatee waved dismissively to the others, and quickly she said. "Oh no, they can stay, well, if you are comfortable with that?"

The man with the goatee raised an eyebrow, "I'm Trey," he said.

"Abbey, and you other are?" she asked.

"Dion, Matthew and Joey," Trey said, introducing them. "Now, sorry if this comes across as insulting, but I have to ask, are you a cop?"

Abbey laughed, "No, I'm not a cop," she said, "why do you ask?"

Trey shrugged, "Well, when someone comes into my place and suggests they could be having a better time, normally, they are asking me about ****."

Abbey laughed loudly, "Oh no, well, I'm not opposed to ****, but that's not the kind of good time I am meaning."

Trey looked at Dion, who quickly got up and brought a chair over. Abbey took a seat and placed her drink on the table.

"What kind of good time are you meaning?" Trey asked, "I can see that ring there, so it's not a joyride." Abbey blushed deeply. "Or maybe it is. Tell us, what can we do to help you have a better time?"

Abbey quickly looked at her watch, it was just past 6:30. "Well, my husband will be here about 7:15, and he and I, would really like me to pick up tonight, and I thought you might be willing to help?"

Matthew laughed, "You come in here and straight away ask a group of black men for some sugar?" he asked.

Abbey shrugged, "I asked the bartender, the one with all the tats if there were any good prospects, and she pointed me this way."

Trey gently slapped Joey on the shoulder, "Go tell Willie. I don't want him to get in trouble with this."

"Willie?" Abbey asked.

"Doorman has a license, don't want to risk his career. So, Mols told you that we here might be willing to help you with your little fantasy?" Abbey nodded, "And we ain't going to get in trouble with your old man?" she shook her head. "And you want all of us?"

"Yes," she breathed as Joey got back.

"Willie says all good, as long as he gets a turn during his break," Joey said.

Trey looked at Abbey for a long time, "Still eager?" Abbey nodded. "Alright, well, your hubby, is he a cuck, he just going to watch?"

"George, no, he will likely want to fuck me as well," she said.

Dion smiled, "Fuck you, thanks for making that clear. I like it when a woman asks me to fuck her."

The others laughed, "So," Trey continued, you on the pill?" Abbey hesitated before shaking her head. She knew it was a lie but wanted to play with the idea. "So, no cumming in you?"

"You would have to ask my husband," Abbey said.

"Damn, that's tempting. So he gets here a little later, and you flag him over, and what, we just get started?" Trey continued.

Abbey licked her lips, "No need to wait. He's wearing a charcoal suit with a green tie. He's hard to miss."

"And you said you are not opposed to ****?" Trey added, looking at Joey, who nodded and immediately stood up, heading for the door. As Trey was walking, he was fidgeting.

"Not at all why?" Abbey asked.

Trey laughed, "Cause I just slid an eccy under my foreskin. You want it?"

Abbey bit her lip and downed her drink before sliding off her chair and under the table.

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