This is about an affair I have been having a man. I do feel guilty about it, but I'm not quite ready to give it up. I was married to my husband Dan and our marriage had been fine for the most part. For the longest time I was simply a subdued housewife, but eventually I got too bored of it and took steps to be something more, and so I became a realtor, and a successful one at that.
Eventually I started making more money than Dan, and began to look down on his lack of ambition. I drive a Mercedes, wear stylish clothes, have lots of friends, and I know all of these are just materialistic things, but it makes me feel like the dominant one in the relationship. Dan knows this, and it's translated into our sex life consisting of him eating me all out usually or me giving him a pity handjob.
Not that I regret anything, but I do feel jealous sometimes of my married colleagues that married big shots that earn a lot of respect. And once in a while I go to clubs with my single friends, and flirt with men. My parents were a bit racist when I was young, and I think for some reason related to that, I tend to be especially flirty with black men at the clubs, but it's never gone beyond anything but grinding on the dance floor and letting them feel my body a just a little. I do have to admit though, later that night I always end up having the best orgasm while masturbating.
I'm only 34 years old, have pale white skin, black hair, green eyes, small perky breasts, and a round bubble butt on a small, thin frame.
This started when a co-worker asked if I could fill for her at a closing for a client. I gladly accepted, and she gave me the details.
I showed up and met the client. His name was Chris. He was tall, with a moderately athletic body, and he was black, which was rare in our clientele. He had an innocent, constant smile on his face that I liked and I learned he was going to be the manager running a new department store in the area. He had very nice cologne that made me sit close to him. Chris was the exact kind of guy I'd probably fantasize about after going to a club. The closing went as expected, and I promised to bring him a welcoming gift after he's settled in.
A few days went by, and I drove by in front of the house and saw a car there so I pulled into the driveway and ringed the doorbell.
Chris answered the door, with only gym shorts on, and said, "what's up, come in."
I said, "hi," and stepped inside, and couldn't help but look at his body. I added, "I hope it's not a bad time."
He caught me off, saying, "no it's cool. Getting stuff unpacked little by little. Did you come by just to see me?" he asked all cocky.
I laughed a little, "Brought a little housewarming gift," I said, handing him the gift - a flower vase with flowers in it.
"Thank you," he responded, setting it in the center of his coffee table.
"So, how do you like the place? Are you familiar with the area?" I asked.
He said, "I love it here. I don't know where anything is at though. Could you tell me where the clubs are. Where would a lady like yourself go Saturday night?" he asked.
I felt butterflies in my stomach, but just laughed, and said, "Creek street in downtown is what you want. Once in a while I have a girl's night out there and it's a blast."
"With an ass like yours I bet you get hit on all the time by black men," he responded, and laughed a little.
I nervously laughed, and said, "not as much as my friends. I figured my ass is too small for black men."
