*Note to reader: This is the start to a cuckolding series based on two true stories blended together with liberties taken for the woman's perspective. It is a slow burn with zero intent on either party's part to develop the relationship into what it became. This is a story of desperation, insecurities, fear of being alone, and hypergamy. If you are looking for in-the-room spectator cuckolding, you will not find it here until much later in the series. I hope you enjoy it!
"Look at all those subwoofers in there!" Mark pointed in amazement at the open trunk of the Chevy Suburban.
Aimee leaned in like she was getting a better look at the tricked-out SUV. In reality, she could care less. Mark had been so excited to go to the car show. It had been a while since she had seen him this excited. He had tried to get a couple of his friends to go along with them, but they hadn't shown. The World of Wheels Car show was taking place at Chicago's McCormick Center. The moment his friends heard that it was at the McCormick Place, they tapped out.
"Nope, $30 for parking? No thanks!" Brian had said.
It was a bummer too because Aimee had hoped to tag along with Brian's girlfriend, Paulina. Make a couples' day out of it. The thought of spending hours at a car show tailing her boyfriend around looking at vehicles sounded like a bore fest. But it was a week before Mark's twenty-first birthday, so she decided to be a good girlfriend and make sure he had a great time.
Honestly, when she thought of a car show, she thought it was going to be a bunch of old guys standing around some classic cars. Boy was she pleasantly surprised! She had been completely wrong with the type of vehicles on display. The show featured dozens of Fast and Furious types of sports cars, SUVs with giant rims, and a couple of low riders. And the best feature of all, cute boys everywhere!
Aimee had been a faithful girlfriend to Mark for a year now, but she always kept one eye open for an upgrade! Mark was a good boyfriend and someone she could build a future with. He was an electrical apprentice that made a lot of money. He showered her with gifts and had a great sense of humor. He was a problem solver and got things done when needed. Most importantly, he was White and came from an upper-middle-class family. Mark had an apartment in a good neighborhood that Aimee had moved into after two months of dating. She couldn't stand the ghetto neighborhood that her parents lived in. She had lived on the west side all her life. They were one of the few Puerto Rican families in the predominantly Black neighborhood.
Both her sisters dated Puerto Rican Men that had career prospects in the service industry. Not Aimee though, she had the petite body and beautiful face to get her out of poverty. At 5'4" tall and 98 pounds, she had a model-like body save for her height. For the life of her she could never get over 100 pounds. She wanted the voluptuous curves that broke the necks of men when passing. However, she used what she had to the best of her abilities. Uncharacteristic of Latinas, she had large green eyes. Almost like those Anime cartoon characters. She also had perfectly plump yet perky Breasts. Despite them being A cups, they looked large on her small frame. She was often asked if she had breast implants. Laughable for someone only nineteen years old. Aimee also had the sexiest of stomachs. When warm enough, barely a day went by where she didn't show off her midriff. Her hip bones protruded ever so lightly making a slight concave arch between them. Many men from her past would pull out of her shaved pussy and cum on her stomach. She remembered times in class picking dried semen out of her belly button.
Aimee giggled at the memory. It was better than on her breasts, she thought. The odor of a man's load made her gag. She hated the smell of cum so much she made sure she always took birth control so guys could just finish inside of her. She had had a lot of suitors for a nineteen-year-old. Probably 12 leading up to Mark. None had lasted nearly as long as the year she had been with him. The longest relationship she had before him was only three months. Most were just one-night stands! Well, one-time hook-ups, as you don't really spend the night in high school. She had always gone for the popular guys in school. Proving that she could attract their desire with her skinny frame. Aimee was always in competition with the other girls. They would bully her for her non-Latin looks and she would work her magic and steal their man! It never lasted though, the high school boys would just move onto a more curvaceous girl. Mark was different though, she had met him online and they got along great. However, he wasn't much in the looks department. He was OK, he wasn't a loser by any means, but girls definitely weren't competing for his attention. What Aimee liked most though was that he wasn't leaving her for another woman. She felt confident that he was hers until she decided otherwise.
She loved him, but wasn't in-love with him.
He was simply a steppingstone to get to the next plateau. But if the next opportunity never came? Mark was good enough.
This car show though, was like a meat market! Everywhere she turned, she saw more cute men! Aimee was glad she dressed sexy today. She originally wore her outfit of choice for Mark, so he would have a good time no matter what. She wore short jean shorts that the bottom of her small but round butt peaked out of. You couldn't see the bottom of her butt cheeks every time she took a step, but sometimes. Underneath she wore a white G-String that barely was visible above the shorts. Of course, her midriff was exposed, showing off her tan-olive Puerto Rican skin. She wore a white top that looked like a sports bra with short sleeves. It was one of Aimee's favorite shirts to wear because when coupled with a push-up bra, it really made her boobs look fake. Today she opted for slightly lifted sandals since she knew she would be walking for hours throughout the convention center.
As they walked from car to car, Aimee decided she was going to turn her attention up a notch. She inconspicuously hiked her G-string up above her hip bones creating a downward V with her panties. This would avert the male gaze down toward her pussy. As if that wasn't enough, she then undid the button. Now all that held her jeans up were the fit around her ass and the zipper. Every guy that looked in her direction would see her big green eyes, pressed together tits, flat stomach, and their eyes would follow the arrow made by her panties down to her pussy. They would be willing the zipper open with their eyes!
Mark glanced back and saw her panties around her hips and reached out to grab her hand. She took it and took pleasure in being his arm candy. He enjoyed it too. He didn't have a fancy car to show off, but he had a fancy girlfriend to show off.
Aimee continued to walk around the show like a playmate, drawing all the eyes. She would hear younger teens say crude things as they passed but that just added to her entertainment. She Scouted the crowd for a handsome man, hoping their eyes would lock. However, most attractive guys she saw also had girls on their arms. They would sneak a glance or two but wouldn't show any obvious interest.
Then she saw him! He was so attractive! He looked like he came straight from The Jersey Shore TV show. He was so fine! He was Italian, clearly. He had a boyish face but a very defined jawline. Blue eyes, slicked back hair with a fade on the sides. He had a dimple at the end of his smirk that made her pussy quiver. He was muscular, but not too muscular. His biceps stretched his sleeves. He had a wisp of a tattoo exposed on his bicep, beneath his shirt. His chest bulged out from his T-shirt like he had just done a hundred pushups. That dimple though...
He looked up from the Viper he was admiring and caught her looking at him. He then looked at her breasts and then down the arrow to her shorts. Smirk, dimple, then looked back at the car. He twisted his lips like he had an imaginary toothpick in his mouth then turned and walked on to the next car.
Aimee looked for a girlfriend, but it appeared that he was only accompanied by his friend. His friend looked like a football player. One of the fat ones. Also Italian. They probably work out together, she thought.
"You look so sexy today Babe", Mark said as he leaned in for a kiss.
She pecked him quickly, hoping Bicep Tattoo Guy wouldn't see.
"I love you Aimee."
