I have been married for eight years. My husband Jake is a nice man but has a low sex drive. As he gets older, his sex drive is getting worse. Sadly, for me, as I get older my sex drive is going crazy. I just turned 30 and thought that my husband would fuck my brains out after a romantic dinner as my birthday present. Instead, he came home late from work and forgot my birthday altogether. Needless to say, I was pissed and I gave him the cold shoulder for close to a month. The little shit didn't even notice for almost a week that I was mad at him.
I found myself going out for drinks with my girlfriends more and more. We would sit in our local watering hole and complain about our husbands for hours. One of the girls didn't bitch with us and just sat and smiled as we told our stories about our useless husbands. Finally, I slapped Kate hard and asked her what she was smiling about. She giggled and said she fixed her husband issues and doesn't have anything to complain about. One of my friends laughed and asked if she had killed him and buried him in the back yard. Kate said that she found a friend to play with that had no drama.
We probed her for details. Kate played coy for a few minutes and the spilled the beans. Kate had made a profile on a dating app for people who wanted to cheat on their spouse. She received a bunch of interest and had met some of the men for sex. She said she had not felt so satisfied sexually in years. We all howled, and acted like school girls. We couldn't believe it, one of us was cheating on their husband. It seemed so taboo. Four or five drinks later, Kate said we should all make a profile and see what was out there. We giggled and said no, but we all secretly wanted to do it. Face it, my pussy needed some attention.
Before we left the bar that night, we had each given in and made a profile. I took an Uber home and slipped into bed and passed out next to my husband. The next morning, I felt like twenty miles of bad road as I got ready for work. Seven total drinks was way past my limit. Just before I left for work, I turned on my phone. The screen lit up and the phone began to wake up. As it awoke, it began to buzz repeatedly. I never get messages, so I was interested in what all the buzzing was about. I looked at the screen and there was an icon that I wasn't familiar with. I pressed it and the cheaters app opened. My heart raced as I looked down and found that I had 27 messages.
I read the first message. It was a dick pic from some guy saying he was going to stick it in my ass. I laughed and swiped it away. The next couple were not much better. I was running late to work and didn't have time to get through them all. Just before I shut the app off, I read one more. The message was different from the others. It read, "Boys treat women like girls, but real men treat women like Queens. I will be your King." My heart skipped a beat. I pressed the profile button to see who he was. To my surprise, the screen filled with a very handsome Black man, with a beautiful smile and muscles like a Greek god. Shit, he was hot. I felt my body get very warm. Damn it, I needed to get to work. I shut the app and drove to work.
I don't even remember the drive. All I could think of was that picture and his smooth words. I got to work and immediately we to the ladies' room. I locked myself into a stall and turned my app back on. I went to his page and surfed through his profile. At the bottom, there was a button to press to respond. My heart raced, I got sweaty and hesitated three or four times before I finally hit the button. A blank page opened and stared at me. I didn't know what to say. I was flustered. Should I even respond? Then finally, I responded with, "your Queen awaits." I then pressed send and closed the app.
The rest of the day, I day-dreamed and literally got nothing done at work. About 4 pm, I opened the app again to look at the rest of the people who responded. To my surprise, the Black god had responded. He said that he was available for drinks at seven and that if I was interested, I could meet him at the fancy hotel bar in downtown. Once again, my heart raced. I didn't know what to do. After what seemed like hours, I responded with, "I will be there at 7." I called my husband and said I need to work very late and not to wait up. He said it was ok and to take my time.
I ran home before my husband got there and I slipped into different clothes. I put on a tight black skirt, tight white cotton top and my favorite patent leather 5-inch platform pumps. I let my long brunette hair down and put on just enough make up to look good without looking slutty. As soon as I was finished, I slipped out the backdoor in case my husband arrived home early. I was very nervous. I drove around for a while to try to calm myself down. Time flew and 7 pm arrived quickly. I arrived at the hotel just as the clock hit 7 pm. I parked the car in the parking garage and made my way to the bar.
As I arrived, the bar was virtually empty. There were a couple of business men sitting at the bar. As I walked in, their eyes were glued on me. I could feel their stares as if they had their hands all over me. I went to a booth and sat down. The businessmen stared at me and whispered until one decided to get up enough nerve to make his way over to me. He was a middle-aged man that reminded me of my father. He slinked over and introduced himself. I was gracious but didn't encourage him. This evening was becoming a disaster. Suddenly, a very tall figure appeared behind the businessman, and in a booming voice, asked if he was bothering me. I said no, and that he was just leaving. The businessman turned around and stared into the chest of a very muscular Black man. The businessman sputtered a bit and slipped away quickly.