The Mocha Club... A Wife's Awakening

Fran had spent a restless evening in her hotel room, flicking through the channels on the television, finishing the large glass of red that room service had brought her and writing up the actions from the client meeting earlier that day. Now she was bored. It didn't help that the hotel her manager had booked her into was located on the main street in the unfamiliar town, and that the sounds of the bars and clubs were making their way through her window to tease her. The low bass from the sound systems, the laughter of the people below wandering from bar to bar teasing and tempting her from the solitude of that lonely hotel room.

She had promised Reuben she would have an early night. After all, it had been a long week already, capped off by the long drive across the country, and the 3 hour sales pitch earlier, but her loving husband was nearly 600 miles away at home, so he wouldn't mind if she slipped out for another glass of wine. She had earned it too. An intense round of negotiations had ultimately ended with her closing the deal with the prospective client her company had been chasing for 6 months. And finally they had the signature on the contract. She thought about the commission she would earn from that sale alone, and smiled smugly. She deserved a proper drink. She deserved to celebrate, and so with adrenaline still coursing through her veins, high on the thrill of the chase and winning the business, Fran scooped up her phone and her keys, grabbed her expensive designer handbag and headed for the door...

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The Mocha club was hidden away down a side street, away from the main street with all of its bars, burger and taxi joints. It was easy to miss, but it was also well known to a lot of the local residents. It seemed to stand back, separating itself from the rest of the town's nightlife. The club, like its clientele was distinctly and deliberately aloof and cool. Most definitely an acquired taste; small, dark and intimate. Seedy was a word that was often used to describe it, but it was the place to go if you liked your music. The loud, generous portions of bass pounded through the large club speakers and echoed around the relatively small room. The sound of the heavy dubstep, drum and bass almost made the walls shake and Fran was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

The dance floor was rammed as the music?Nero, Chase & Status, Magnetic Man, Katy B?seamlessly transitioned from one song to the next. The hot and heavy beats were just perfect for Fran's mood but she quickly realised she wasn't dressed for the place. She always fastidious about her appearance at work, and today she had dressed to impress in killer heels, a fitted, silver satin blouse and matching pencil skirt. It was too late to worry now, so she quickly popped another button on her blouse, which revealed just a hint of her deep, full cleavage, and loosened her hair, letting the long, flowing blonde locks tumble down around her shoulders.

She gazed around the club. Everyone there seemed to be experiencing a high of one sort or other. Even the walls seemed to bounce and sway to the heavy rhythm pounding out of the large sound system. The air vibrated as the bassline thumped around them and their bodies undulated to the heavy beat. Hot, sweaty bodies swaying to the music, practically devouring one another. She was keenly aware she looked totally out place, she felt very much at home in the small, intimate venue. It reminded her very much of the clubs she and Reuben had frequented when they first met at Uni. The music was exactly what she liked, and she smiled at the memory of the two of them bouncing and gyrating together back in the day. As the smile lit up her face, she caught the eye of a fit looking black guy, dancing into her line of sight. They locked eyes, and his very direct, very intense look left her in no doubt of his intentions as his muscular, lithe body swayed in front of her.

Fran watched him for a long moment with an amused look on her face. He was well dressed, trendy and was obviously very self-assured. And she understood why. He was handsome and had a fantastic body under that tight vest. If she has been single, he might have stood a chance, but as it was, she wouldn't mind having some stud wrapped around her little finger for an hour or so. A little bit of company meant she wouldn't have to ward off lots of unwanted attention, and someone to pay for her drinks in exchange for a peck on the cheek at the end of the night seemed a fair exchange, so she gave him a flirty smile and ordered herself another glass of prosecco. Turning to watch him dance, she leant back, and propped her elbows on the bar. Her large, shapely breasts straining slightly beneath that tight, satin blouse as he grinned back at her as he continued to gyrate his muscular body.

Fran returned his smile, playfully moved her hips in time with the music. That was when the whole tempo of the evening changed.

"You move very well sugah."

The soft, ever-so-slightly sassy tone tecavüz porno immediately grabbed Fran's attention and she turned to gaze at the woman standing to her left. Fran's eyes clouded instantly, meeting the woman's calm, assured gaze. There before her, was a tall, stunning black woman. Her large, dark eyes were locked onto Fran's. Big, soulful pools of chocolate, that rendered Fran almost speechless.

"Thank you, it's not difficult when the music is this good." Fran stuttered.

Fran was taken aback slightly, at just how tall and utterly striking her new friend was. She had large, almond shaped eyes, large full lips and high cheekbones, which she had emphasised with clever makeup. She wore a crimson v neck, which scooped deeply revealing a vast, deep cleavage. Fran had to fight the urge to stare, tearing her eyes from the woman's full chest, sweeping down over her toned stomach, downwards. Noticing the casual, loose fitting combat pants that cupped her full apple shaped bottom perfectly.

She nodded and smiled.

"If you are looking for good tunes, you found the perfect spot sugah," she murmured. "And you look like you have a body that knows how to move to them."

She tilted her head to the side and her long black hair swayed loosely about her shoulders. Holding up the joint in her right hand, she took a couple of tokes as she regarded Fran.

"I'm Didi, by the way, nice to meet you sugah."

There was something in the way this woman looked at her, that made Fran feel ever so slightly self-conscious. Didi had a defiant, fierce look. This woman had attitude and then some.

"I'm Fran..." she replied softly.

Didi nodded knowingly, while her big, soulful eyes washed slowly over Fran's voluptuous, full figure. Her tongue flickered over her full lips.

"I've been waiting for you, Fran." she teased, watching the other woman's reaction.

"For ... for me..." Fran stammered, not sure if she had heard correctly.

"Mm-hmm."

The woman sipped from the glass of wine in her left hand and then casually offered the joint to Fran.

"Here we go, dear. I saved this for you. You look like you need it."

Fran gave her an amused, confused look but happily accepted the joint. It had been years, but she took a big tug and savoured the flavour, holding the smoke in her mouth for a while before letting it slowly drift out again.

Didi watched her. A confident smile playing across her lips.

"What exactly do you mean?" Fran asked, as she took another toke and inhaled the wonderful smoke. "Waiting for me..."

"I've been watching you since you arrived, sugah." Didi grinned. She nodded at the joint. "Good, isn't it. There's nothing like white widow weed to jump-start the system, don't you think?"

Fran grinned at her. She had never heard of it before, but Didi was right, it was good stuff, no doubt about that. Her head tingled and she began to relax as she inhaled the strong fumes.

Didi moved closer, leaning beside her, her back against the bar. Her arm brushing Fran's as she let her elbows rest on the bar top. Fran's gaze was drawn fleetingly once more to Didi's vast bosom as she arched her back, exhaling a large cloud towards the ceiling.

"My god!" Fran thought. "She's even bigger than I am."

"You could get lost in it couldn't you sugah." Didi whispered. Head tilted back, eyes closed. Chest rising and falling as she drew deeply on the joint between he lips. Fran tore her gaze from Didi's ample breasts, and felt a soft flush creep across her cheeks, down her neck to kiss her elegant collarbones.

Fran wasn't often lost for words, but at that moment; her thoughts slightly addled by the strong marijuana, coupled with the proximity of the her gorgeous, mysterious companion...she didn't quite know how to respond, so just stood for a couple of seconds, unable to string together a coherent sentence.

"I...I..."

"The weed sugah." Didi whispered. "Its strong but it just makes everything feel so... real."

"Yeah, its amazing," Fran murmured softly, taking the offered joint from Didi's long, elegant fingers and taking a long hit. Feeling relieved that she hadn't been caught leering at her new friends tits. Didi was right. It was incredibly strong. But it felt fantastic. She couldn't remember feeling so relaxed; so warm and chilled. And something else...that familiar tingle in her loins. God, she had forgotten what used to happen to her libido when she had smoked marijuana. She took another long, deep hit and felt her head begin to flutter. The tingle down there intensified a shade. She was floating now...

"Look at you working that blunt," Didi chuckled throatily. "Damn girl, calm down!"

For the next hour, they chatted, and laughed; sharing Didi's seemingly endless supply of fat joints. They had enjoyed almost a full bottle of prosecco between them; Fran having picked up the tab seeing as she was freely partaking üvey anne porno of her new friends weed. She was surprised at just how relaxed she felt in Didi's company. Passing joints back and forth, she listened captivated to Didi's stories, and giggled at her hilarious observations on all of the clubbers around them. And she couldn't help but feel a delicious flutter in her belly when Didi gazed deep into her eyes for long moments. She knew she was a little tipsy, and the strong weed was certainly beginning to take effect. So as she looked at Didi, eyes slightly glazed, passing her the joint, she was struck once again by how stunning Didi was. Those dark eyes, gazing back at her. They made her feel slightly on edge, but in a good way. In a way she couldn't exactly process at that moment.

Neither spoke for a long moment. Until Fran, realising she was staring, broke the spell and gazed towards the dancefloor. The handsome black guy she had noticed earlier was loitering nearby, still dancing but considerably less energetically than before, and was casting sullen looks in her direction.

Didi laughed. "I think your admirer may be sulking sugah."

But before she could reply, Fran was stunned into silence as she felt Didi's fingers snake softly between her shoulder blades. Fingertips brushing deftly up the nape of her neck before sweeping gently through her long, silky locks. Her long nails grazing Fran's scalp as her fingers fanned out, and she ran them slowly through her hair.

In her relaxed, hedonistic state, Fran remained rooted to the spot; completely unprepared for the sensations that were now washing over her. Didi's fingers were triggering all kinds of wonderful sensations deep inside her. The strong drugs she had been inhaling were only magnifying those sensations. So much so, that Fran found herself closing her eyes, allowing her head to head to rock back and forth gently in time with Didi's fingers as they stroked her hair, and softly caressed her scalp. She felt warm breath then, brushing the skin just below her ear, and then words...

"Tell me if I am cramping your style sugah..." Didi rasped softly in her ear.

Fran felt a gentle shiver dance along her spine. She felt her eyes open slowly, and she turned her head towards Didi's soft, almost hypnotic whispering. She found those dark eyes watching her. They seemed so close. And then she shivered again as Didi's warm breath washed over her ear once more...

"Or...I can make him go away." A long pause..."If that's what you'd like me to do baby?"

Fran tried to speak, but just managed to croak a soft;

"How...?"

But her big, baby blues were locked onto Didi's large, mocha pools and they told Didi all she needed to know. Didi smiled then, half turning as she did so; eyes flicking to the dancing man to her left. Her lips just a hairs breadth from Fran's left ear as she murmured softly;

"Easy sugah...we can just let him know you have made other plans. Men like him need to have it spelt out to them sometimes..."

Fran's head was swimming and her large chest heaved as she tried to process Didi's words, and the meaning behind them. She couldn't work out whether it was the potent marijuana, or Didi and her intoxicating presence that affected her so strongly. In truth, it was both. She felt as though she was in a dream. That none of this was real. But she knew it must have been because of the way her body was responding. So she just gazed at Didi, smiled and nodded her agreement.

"Good girl." Didi purred.

And when she knew she had the dancers' attention, she leant close to Fran, and planted a soft butterfly kiss just behind her ear. Her full lips brushing the sensitive skin, then puckering slowly, capturing a thin sliver of flesh between them. Nibbling on it for a long moment before her lips parted and planted another soft kiss on Fran's neck.

Fran closed her eyes. An involuntary moan escaping her lips; loud enough to reach her admirers ears. Didi's talented lips and fingers were driving her insane. Didi's full, sensuous lips were barely gazing her skin and yet every soft touch felt like tiny bolts of electricity surging through her body. She shivered again as Didi brushed her ear once more;

"How am I doing sugahhhhhh?" She purred...enunciating the last word carefully.

As the low seductive whisper reverberated through Fran's mind, she leant against Didi. Allowing herself to mold into the woman's voluptuous, rubenesque body.

Did smiled. "Perfect..." she thought to herself. And cocking her head to the side, she sent a knowing glance towards the guy Fran had been dancing with. He had stopped dancing, and was stood with a crestfallen look on his handsome face. The message was chillingly clear. He'd lost out on the prize.

This little lamb was hers to be taken.

Fran's eyes opened. They were already somewhat glazed, and the heavy beat of the music was burning into her brain. üvey erkek kardeş porno The bass was thumping through the air, her tight body was already on edge, beyond sensitive, and the added effect of the weed made this too much for her to handle.

"You okay, baby?" Didi softly murmured.

Fran nodded. The woman's hot breath was exhilarating against her cheek. The edges of her vision felt blurred, making her whimper weakly as she felt probing fingers between her thighs. How had that happened? Her mouth fell open a little.

A thousand thoughts went through her mind but they refused to crystallize. Instead, she found herself staring at Didi's mouth. She had used a subtle pink lipstick and in the subdued light those beautifully full lips seemed to be calling her.

There was a hint of wickedness about her smile that suggested she knew exactly what she was doing. Fran loved that. She could tease with the best of them but the idea of being controlled had long been a deep held fantasy.

Her head was full of candyfloss and the heat in her body was rapidly increasing. She blinked her eyes to clear her head but those roaming fingers made it impossible to think. They had edged under her skimpy panties and Didi was using a single fingertip to stroke her labia.

Fran whimpered in a mixture of shame and excitement as she felt her thighs part a little. Then the mouth was at her ear again.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, baby..."

Didi's next action made the question irrelevant. She slid a finger inside her with a teasing slowness. When she used the pad of her finger to massage a spot just behind her clit, Fran gasped helplessly.

The woman was expertly fingering her in the full glare of anyone who cared to look their way and yet she was utterly unable to resist. For a moment, the image of her loving and devoted husband flicked before her eyes, but she pushed him away.

Her chest rose and fell. Her breathing tightened. Her nipples ached. She was out of control and pushed her hips forward, encouraging the delicious finger to sink deeper. Her hazy gaze found Didi's face. Had she ever seen anyone more beautiful than this woman?

The feeling was so intense that it took a moment before she realized that Didi was pulling her hand away. She moaned in disappointment.

It took a few moments to refocus and when she did, Didi was holding the finger in front of her face, examining it closely. She turned it slowly back and forth before taking it seductively between her lips.

"I love the taste of married women..."

Fran watched open mouthed, still panting in arousal and need, as Didi slid the black finger from her sucking mouth.

A sneering smile touched the woman's pink lips as she blatantly slid her hand under Fran's skirt for a second time. She moved quickly, slipping two fingers this time inside the gasping woman with obscene ease.

Fran felt faint. Her head tilted a little. She had to lean back against the bar to prevent her weak knees from buckling underneath her. She whimpered again as she pushed her body forward, seeking more friction. Her hips bucked and she began to close her eyes...

"Look at me," Didi rasped, cupping her chin with her free hand.

Her fingers dug into Fran's jawbone, holding her pretty head steady. Her deep brown eyes held Fran's hazy gaze, watching her eyes cloud ever further as she pushed her fingers ever deeper. When they reached their limit she twisted both them slightly, grinning at the contorted expression on Fran's perspiring face.

Suddenly dropping her hand from Fran's face, she plucked the still burning joint from her fingers and took a large drag of pot. Leaning into her mouth, she opened her lips and twisted her fingers inside her again as she allowed the sweet smoke to pass from one to the other.

Fran moaned helplessly. She pushed her hips forward as the sexual need consumed her. Mouth wide open, she greedily accepted the smoke and felt herself begin to fly...

But then the fingers inside her were withdrawing once more. It was as if Didi knew exactly when she was teetering on the very edge but had no intention of granting her the relief she so desperately needed. Before she could whimper out her protest, the woman was feeding both juice covered black fingers between her lips.

"I think you're ready, don't you?" she softly whispered in her ear. "Come with me, baby. I have a surprise for you."

Fran tottered along on her four inch heels as she allowed herself to be led the short distance towards the ladies rest room. It was empty, although Fran doubted that that would have made any difference.

Like the club itself, the room was dark and dingy, perfect for what Didi had in mind. Someone had even painted the flickering light bulb red, adding to the seedy atmosphere. It had been a while since Fran had had sex in a public place; was there anything hotter?

Didi held her gaze as she stepped backwards into the handicapped cubicle and beckoned with a single finger. Fran almost toppled over on her impractical heels as she rushed to join her. A primal urge raged through her, destroying any sense or logic. She badly needed this.

"Lock the door." Didi rasped when she was inside.

Her tone brooked no argument. She was in control.