Him: For a long time I had a wonderful and fascinating girlfriend and lover. She was bright, witty, a little ditzy, attractive, with long shapely legs and a very impressive bosom. Also, she was a magnificent sex partner. For some reason she had issues with her looks. I would call her attractive, sexy, desirable, and gorgeous, but not pretty. I always saw pretty as being fine featured and model-looking. She was neither of those, but nevertheless she turned the heads of males who saw her. That said, she would be upset that I would not use the term "pretty" for her. There is no doubt in my mind that the fact that her first husband, who demeaned her constantly about everything, especially her looks, had affected her. In retrospect it almost certainly affected our relationship. I should have just called her pretty, but I had always promised to speak honestly with her. I still think she was better than pretty but that's water under the bridge.
One of the reasons Donna was a magnificent sex partner was that she was enthusiastic, imaginative, open minded, and had strong submissive tendencies with the right kind of man, which to her was someone strong, smart, equally imaginative, able and eager to fill the role of a sexual dominant. The downside to what made her so desirable was that she was unable to resist the spell of the kind of man she was attracted to. Because I was away frequently and for long periods I worried a little that, despite the fact that she loved me, there was the risk that she would find someone to take my place. That eventually happened and it devastated me!
When we decided to become a couple we had promised each other that we would be exclusive. If one of us decided that was no longer what we wanted, we would tell the other before moving on. We would not lie, we would not cheat. After the fact and after considerable thought and time I understood why she decided to move on from me but I was disappointed her promises meant so little to her when they meant so much to me. She deceived and she cheated. It about broke my heart.
It took me a long time to come to terms with how it all happened. You'll see her story here. It's what we eventually decided might be what helped us get past it. In some ways, for me, it has. You will see she moved on as well. Her story she eventually told me me after more or less confessing her relationship with my friend Trevor, a fireman in Atlanta at that time. Unknown to me until then was that they had quite the sexual history prior to me learning of their secret relationship. If her story of submission, intense interracial sex, humiliation, and even a little romance, offends you, read it anyway because this stuff happens and it should not be hidden. If you are appreciative of confessions that reveal the foibles of even the best of us, you'll probably like it. If you get off on thoroughly nasty torrid sex, you'll love it!
HER: Jim has convinced me to write about what he calls my betrayal of him. I guess it was a betrayal, but all stories have two sides. He told me that it might help us both get past the pain we put on each other. He rarely does anything without having more than one motive so I leave it to him to explain his reasoning.
I have to start by saying that Jim was my first real love. We met through a fluke, really, and it turned out that he was the first man who truly listened to me and cared about my thoughts on any subject. He always treated me with kindness and respect and we laughed hysterically every day when we were together. We both shared the same kind of humorous outlook, I guess. I also always felt safe with him. He was an alpha male who had this old fashioned ethos about protecting those who needed protecting. Maybe it was a generational thing as he was more than 10 years older than me. We also connected big time in a sexual way. I had always been a very sexual being but when Jim and I connected it awakened a ravenousness that stayed with me almost constantly. Plus, he knew a lot of the right buttons to push to make me crave him continually. While he was often a gentle and caring lover he also sensed when I needed to feed the side of me that hungered for a man to treat me as a submissive dirty little slut who needed a taste of punishment and humiliation. The thing about Jim is he always seemed to know there was a time and place for that. The rest of the time I was his friend and lover. Oh, and he was ever considerate of my needs as a mom of two little kids. Did I mention he's hot! Rugged good looks, hunky, a man's man, and with a confidence that shows when he's dealing with others. Believe me, he gets respect from everyone he meets! It's something about the way he carries himself.
Was he perfect? Nah! He was never violent, but he did have a temper once in a while, and he had expectations of me that were sometimes hard to live up to. His expectations often made me a better person, but if I failed him he knew how to hurt me. When he said, "I'm disappointed in you, Donna", it would sting me so much! Jim also had an attitude, which I learned about too late, that his actions should speak louder than any words he could say, but sometimes I desperately needed words from him that he didn't give me. So he had his faults, but none of them would have ever made me unfaithful! What did that was that I only had him part time and barely that! Jim was away a LOT, on business but mostly because he had family members in the far west who needed him. Meanwhile, I had my own responsibilities and had to stay put in North Carolina. I'm sure he missed me, and I missed him terribly!
Jim was preparing for another trip, one that would take a few months! I was trying to be understanding, but not trying too, too, hard.
"You know I miss you so much when you're gone. I only have my parents and my kids to talk to. I need some adult time. I need you!" I didn't have any close female friends, just a few casual acquaintances who were actually pretty boring. I was dreading him being gone even more than usual. Each time he left it got worse for me.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'd prefer to stay here with you but you know the situation with my granddaughter and now my sister. It's more damn domestic violence crap! Both need me to straighten out their situations. It's a pain in the ass but I need to deal with it, and I have to take care of some business to earn a living. Listen, I have an idea. I told you about Trevor, that guy I met in Atlanta who's a fireman! He's a cool guy and I told him about you.....well, not everything about you...lol. Why don't you email him and get acquainted? He's got some very interesting stories about the fireman life. Maybe he'll introduce you to his girlfriend. Then, if you all get along maybe we can have him and his girlfriend up to visit, or I can take you to Atlanta when I get back."
"That's a poor substitute for you, honey. But if you give me his contact information I'll think about it."
The next day he kissed me goodbye, got in his truck and drove off to California.
For two days I was busy enough to drop into bed exhausted at night. On the third night I had everything done early and was not expecting a call from Jim. After thinking about it I decided to check out Trevor so I sent him an email explaining that Jim suggested we connect to chat. He replied almost immediately saying that Jim had told him so many nice things about me and he'd be glad to talk but he suggested we talk by phone as that was a much better fit for him. I sent my phone number and it was only a minute or two before he called. After he introduced himself and we made some small talk I had to ask him what Jim had told him about me.
Trevor laughed then said, "You do know how we met, right?"
"He said you met at a bar when he was on a trip to Atlanta."
"Yeah, let me explain in detail." He laughed, a deep rumbling masculine laugh. "I was with some guys from the station at a table at Hooter's watching a game. Jim was at the bar nearby having some beer and wings and we were all jawing about the game so we asked him if he wanted to join us. He grabbed his beer and food and did. I thought that was pretty cool as he was the only white guy among us. Anyway, we were having a good ol' time and one of the waitresses was flirting with Jim. Martin, one of my friends, asked Jim if he was going to pick up on that gal 'cause she had some fine hooters.
Jim says, "Hell no, my girl has tits that beat hers hand on."
Martin says, "You mean hands down!"
Jim answers, "If you saw Donna's tits you'd know why I said 'hands on'."
"All the guys busted up at that one. We hung together for the rest of the game and then him and I got together almost every day while Jim was down here. He's a good man, Donna."
"That was a good story, Trevor, Yes, he is a good man. I just wish he was here more." So Trevor was African-American? It was just like Jim not to think that was an important detail. So much different than men around here!
Trevor and I talked for almost an hour before he said he had to respond to an alarm. I hadn't realized he was at the station nor that we had talked that long! He said he could call me the next night if they weren't too busy, as he was on duty for another 24 hours. I realized I'd really enjoyed our conversation so I told him that would be great. The next night I found myself hoping he could call and he did. That night we spoke for almost two and a half hours. He told me funny stories about how people did such dumbass things to start fires and I laughed my butt off. When we finally were ready to hang up I told him he could call the next night if he wanted. Over the next five days we talked on three nights. Trevor even called one day just to ask how I was. I spoke to Jim twice during those five days for a total of about fifteen minutes. Not his fault, but it was what it was.
Trevor was off shift and at home on a Tuesday night when we reached a turning point in our relationship. We were on the phone when I said that Jim had mentioned that when he got back we might either invite Trevor and his girlfriend up or go to Atlanta to hang out with them.
Trevor said, "Oh, Tanee and I broke up. She was a producer at one of our local tv affiliates and was offered a job at the network. Huge promotion, but she had to move to New York. Man, I hated to see her go!"
"Oh, I'm sorry Trevor." Strangely, I experienced a tiny thrill when he told me that. "Were you really close?"
"I feel I can be honest with you. Frankly I miss her because the sex with her was better than with most." That got my attention and nosy little me couldn't help but ask, "How do you mean? Sorry, I'm just curious and you did open the door...lol."
"That's OK. Tanee was one of the best at giving oral sex. She didn't just do it, she loved to suck cock. Most women are kinda lackadaisical. She hungers for a big cock in her mouth."
"Oh. Well truth be told, so do I. It's one of my favorite things to do."
"What exactly are you saying, Donna?"
