Hi my name is Brandi, I was married just 9 months ago to a man who I thought was perfect. I grew up in New York and had friends of many races but had never dated outside my own.
My husband was a small town southern boy with all the charm in the world. We went to college together and dated for the last two years. Just a month after graduation we were married. We moved to his hometown where he went into the family business.
We had our own apartment but every Sunday it was dinner at his family's and this is where his true colors came out. I had never heard him say a bad word about any other race before this.
The longer I was with him I started to realize during college we never went anywhere that minorities were and if he noticed one we would immediately leave. The racist remarks were not left at home and he took every oppertunity to insult others in public. I started questioning my feelings for him.
My husband's friends were not much better. They would tease me about being his trophy wife. I am a brunette with a 34C-24-34 figure weighing 125 lbs at 5'7" tall.
When we went out they would rant and rave about how the blacks and hispanics were taking over the work force because of their minority status. They were sick and tired of having to hire or losing out on jobs as more experienced workers that were not lazy by nature.
My husband and I decided not to have children right away and build financial stability first. We were both only 22 and had plenty of years ahead of us so I was on the pill.
Thanksgiving was my breaking point. After listening to the racist bullshit at the in-laws all day and the same all night at the bar, I needed time to myself.
I awoke early on Black Friday to go shopping and decide what I was going to do. I spent the day shopping and by noon I had a car full of gifts and was exhausted. I kept dropping packages on my way to the car, "Miss can we help you?"
I looked up to see two very large black men offer assistance, "Thank you, but I don't think....." and I trailed off before finishing.
"Southern belle same as all the rest," one of them said in an angry tone.
"I'm not a southern belle, I'm from New York."
"Why the attitude then?"
"What attitude? It's just that if my husband....."
"I get it hubby's a southern bred racist bastard."
"Man leave her alone and help her with the packages."
Before I could say another word they grabbed up the packages and followed me to my car. I tried to give them some money for the help, "Thanks, but it was our pleasure."
"I was just trying to repay your kindness, what can I do to thank you?"
"Have a drink with us," the nasty one said.
"Really I can't."
"We'll bring you some place and your pathetic husband will never know."
"Where?"
"It's a couple of towns over, I'm sure your husband or his friends would even see you."
"Why is that? If I may ask?"
"Not exactly his color choice of friends."
After a little more small talk they told me their names, James and Jerome. Jerome was the one with the attitude. I agreed to their offer and followed them. It was about a half an hour from home and definitely not an area my husband would be in.
We parked at a bar that looked a little seedy for my taste but I had agreed. When we walked in there were several crude comments about my fine white ass, or what a fine looking ho I was. I couldn't believe the comments but on the other hand deep down they made me feel sexy.
We were there for a couple of hours. I had a couple of beers with them. I danced and was taught how to shake my booty. The patrons all hooted and whistled when I did. During the slow dances I was held tight to either James or Jerome and what I felt rubbing my abdomen was humanly impossible. The more I danced the braver they became occasionally rubbing halfway down my ass cheeks. I don't know what was coming over me but I was getting sexually aroused from the comments and our rubbing crotches and hand slips.
I was becoming tired from the long day and told them I had to get going. The two of them escorted me out to my car. James the nicest of the two asked me to stay longer, "I can't, I'm exhausted and need to go home."
"Call your hubby and tell him you drove a couple of hours to check out a sale and are now to tired to drive home tonight."
We talked for awhile longer I don't know what came over me but I agreed. Since moving here this was actually the first time I was having fun. I called my husband and he was okay with me coming home tomorrow. I booked a motel room across the street and paid cash. I moved my car behind the motel so it could not be seen, just incase.
We went back to the bar and had several more drinks. I met some of James and Jerome's friends and they were all very nice, a little touchy feely when dancing though.
Around 8:00 I had to go get some sleep. James and Jerome walked me to the motel. At the door I looked up to say thank you, James kissed me. I didn't pull away and soon our tongues were dueling. James broke the kiss, "Lets continue this party inside."
He led me inside and Jerome followed, "We don't have any drinks," I said.
"I'll be back," Jerome said.
