Skipping the line.

George meeting, of course, ran late. It wasn’t done until 7:15, and he rushed to pack up as quickly as possible. As he headed to the car, he rechecked his phone—another message.

‘Hope you don’t mind. I had a joint before I left.’

George groaned. Abbey lost all her inhibitions when she smoked. He drove impatiently down to Trinity, ensuring he obeyed the road rules, taking corners quickly and pushing amber lights.

Trinity was a relatively new bar and restaurant in town. It opened about six each night, serving dinner and drinks, then at nine, the central area was cleared of tables, and by 9:30, it was more bar and club than a straight bar.

He parked and almost ran to the door, only to see a line of people waiting. He groaned; it would be ages before he could get in. However, as he passed the door, the bouncer stopped him. “Hey, green tie. You can head on in. Private booth, back right.” As he stepped aside from the door, the customers at the front of the line complained.

“Thanks,” George said as he entered the venue. He weaved his way between the tables in the direction the bouncer had told him, looking around for Abbey. After a few moments, four black guys waved him over. “Hi,” he said, a little confused.

“You must be George. Abbey told us all about you. I’m Trey. This is Dion, Matthew and Joey,” Trey said. They were sitting at a kidney-shaped table, four on the long side on a leather couch, and there was a seat opposite on the short side.

“Well, hi, umm, where is Abbey?” he asked.

The man smiled, “She’s busy at the moment. Tell you what, grab a round of drinks for us all, and we will fill you in when you get back. Tell the bartender you’re with Trey. I own the place.”

George was a little confused but decided to go with it. He took their orders and headed over to the bar. When he mentioned, he was with Trey, the woman behind the bar smiled and nodded. A few minutes later, he was back at the table, beers for the five guys and a daiquiri for Abbey. “You said Abbey was busy. I thought she was in the bathroom or something. She’s not back yet?” he asked.

The guys laughed, and Dion pointed down at the table. It took George a moment to catch his meaning before he quickly peered under the tablecloth. There he saw the bare white back of his wife as she sucked on a black cock, stroking two others. All of them had their cocks out, and all of them were smeared with red lipstick. George sat back up. “Holy shit, I didn’t know if she would do it.”

Matthew was currently occupying Abbey’s mouth with his head leaning back. “Yeah, God damn, she’s good. How long has she been at it?” he asked the others.

Trey checked his watch, “She started about ten too, and now it’s just past half past. So forty-fifty minutes.”

“Damn,” Matthew said, “No wonder you want to share. I don’t know if I could keep her happy just by myself, and though the ecstasy might have something to do with it.”

George laughed. He was hard as a rock. “Or the joint. She tends to go over the top when she smokes.”

Trey laughed, “Our win,” he lifted the tablecloth a little and looked down at Abbey. “Hey darling, maybe you should give your husband a little attention. I don’t want him to feel left out.”

After only a moment or two George felt his wife’s hands on his pants, and she pulled them open quickly and sucked his cock into her mouth. He moaned in satisfaction. “You aren’t worried about getting seen and kicked out,” he said as she hungrily slurped on his cock.

Trey shook his head, “Nah, as I said, I own the joint, and Willie, on the door, said he was fine with it as long as he gets a turn during his break.”

After a few minutes of enjoying his wife’s mouth, he felt the cool air on his wet cock, and a second later, Dion sighed. The five men started chatting as Abbey continued to do the rounds. It was strange for George to casually chat with these men as his wife continued to suck them in turn under the table.

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