I have known my husband all my life. We were farm kids and neighbors growing up. We were best friends and spent every minute we could together. We got married young and had our first daughter soon after.
Twenty-four years later we were still very much in love with each other, and sex is still our favorite pass time. My husband has always been the man of my dreams.
I never thought of myself as being sexy, but I have always loved sex! I am 5'5" tall, 120#. I am strawberry blonde with blue eyes. I have what might be described as typical redhead skin. It's usually fair but when I'm in the sun a lot, I get a golden tan. Of course, my freckles become a good part of that color. My areolas are pink and my nipples perky. I work hard to keep my body in shape.
I have never been the shy modest type and somehow, I seem to find ways to expose myself. Most of those times were unintentional but a few weren't! My husband never seemed to mind as a matter of fact he seemed to encourage it. He never got jealous.
My husband and I had an opportunity to purchase an apartment building in our hometown. Ok now before you start thinking we had won the lottery, let me explain. It was an older warehouse that had been converted into four apartments. They each were nice enough but far from a five-star resort.
Three of the apartments had two bedrooms. Apartment four had three bedrooms. They each had just one bathroom. They were all furnished complete with all the appliances.
We had barely closed the deal when the college approached us to rent to college kids. I was absolutely against the idea, but my husband saw it as a guarantee to keep them full.
My husband works out of state and is gone Monday through Friday. I have had thoughts that maybe he works out of state to escape his wife that has a seemingly endless need for sex! I am a nurse and work in the surgery department of the local hospital. Somehow it became my second job to manage the new business.
Almost immediately I rented apartment # 1 to a young female college student. She was in her mid-twenties. She was very responsible and was a great tenant. Oh, and she was cute and very friendly.
Apartment # 2 soon rented to two recent high school grads. They were recruited to play baseball for the college. They were white, arrogant jocks from Kentucky. Of course, they were sure every woman they met wanted to have sex with them. I wondered if they were even smart enough to do anything except play baseball. I do think they had the scratching and spitting down to a science. Practice makes perfect, I guess.
Number 3 soon was rented to a Vietnamese man and his American wife who was in the nursing program at the college.
One day I got a call from the school's basketball coach. "Hey Pam, I have some players that need a place to live. Would you be available to show the apartment this afternoon," he asked?
"I get off work at 4:00, I could meet them around 4:30," I answered.
I pulled up in front of the building and see two very tall young black men, one who looked short and two older black females, waiting on me. My first thought was, "Oh hell no!"
I know that sounded like I was being racist, but it was all about they wouldn't fit through the doors. After all I had rented to the white "jocks" and almost anything might be an upgrade.
It immediately became clear that the two ladies were Grandmothers, and they were in charge of these rather large boys. The three guys were longtime friends and the grandmothers had at least helped raise them. They were all 19 years old and ready to conquer the world.
One of the women introduced me to each of the young men. Mike was the tallest at 6'11". Next, I met Henry, who was 6'10" tall. Okay do you remember I said one was short? The grandma introduced me to Isaiah. It turned out he only looked short standing next to really tall friends. He was 6'4".
Just so you know I have never been into black men but there was something about Isaiah my mind found interesting. His skin was lighter than the others. He was very handsome, polite and almost seemed shy.
I was relieved to have last apartment was rented. Maybe that was the easy part. I doubt any of you will be surprised that most of my problems were from the baseball players in #2, but that's another story.
It was pretty much uneventful until the rent was due. No, it wasn't that I didn't get the rent; it was how I got the rent from Apartment #4. After work one day I got my mail and in it was an envelope that was barely sealed and stuffed full of cash! Even without opening it I could see actual green US currency in small bills. It wasn't like it needed to be delivered in a Brinks truck, but it was a few hundred dollars.
At that moment I had a surprising thought, "The USPS actually has honest trustworthy employees!" I don't know how it didn't burst open and empty cash across a couple states.
Thankfully it was Friday, and my husband would be home for the weekend soon. Like most Fridays I was desperately in need of sex! Four days without sex had left me very horny. I spent the evening anticipating a night of catch-up sex.
I showered, shaving my legs and trimming my thin red pubic hair. I sat my naked body on the step to our whirlpool tub and I painted my nails in my husband's favorite cherry red nail polish. I made sure I put my Tabu bath powder in all those intimate places I hoped he would be very close to soon. I couldn't help but to see my reflection in the mirrors that make up the walls around the tub.
I had a naughty impulse and picked up my cell phone. I held it in front of my face and after a few pictures of my image in the mirror I typed," Hey I know you're probably sleepy but look at how much steam is on the mirrors!!" Then I added the pictures and hit send.
It only took a few seconds and he replied," Damn, you gave me a hard attack! Now my truck windows are steamed up too."
I waited anxiously and timed it so that I was waiting in the garage as he pulled in. I don't know, maybe some of you husbands would have been disappointed after a hard week at work and a long drive home.
I had on one of his dress shirts that hit just below my butt. I left it completely unbuttoned with nothing underneath. It hung loosely over my body barely covering each breast. It gapped open exposing my red bush and legs to my toes.
I gave him a minute to hopefully appreciate the view. I walked to his truck and as his door opened, I stepped up on the running board and I let the shirt slide off my shoulders landing briefly around my feet before falling to the concrete.
