As a forty-five year old blonde haired, brown eyed, married mother of two children who had recently struck out on their own, I'm five seven with a 36D-24-38 figure, and have been in an open marriage for around 11 years now.
My husband is a six foot two inch dark haired hazel eyed cop with broad shoulders, a trim waist, heavily muscled forty eight year old, with a local law enforcement agency.
Over the years we've both had our fair share of fun with others and have always shared our experiences with each other in graphic detail, which made our marriage stronger than most, and kept our sex lives more amazing than I could ever have imagined.
Mack is six four, African American, with deep brown eyes, shaved head, and is the night manager of a local grocery store
whom I've known for years and is also a member of the gym my husband and I use. He's involved in the cross fit training and in excellent condition, his arms and legs rippling with muscle. He's also extremely handsome and though always polite, is an incurable flirt, regardless of where we see each other. I have admittedly done nothing to discourage him, and have flirted with him in the gym, store, or anytime we see one another.
Mack and I both were becoming bolder and more brazen as time passed even exchanging cell numbers and talking or texting, with ever increasing frequency, when he started asking for selfies of me, sending me pictures of himself posing shirtless in the gym. His dark skin highlighted with perspiration, his ripped physique astonishing. I finally gave into his requests and sent him a few bikini photos from a beach trip that my husband said drove him wild, from Mack's comments he felt the same way my husband did.
After exchanging these photos, Mack made a habit of walking the store with me as I shopped, making sure that he took out my groceries, loaded my car, and blowing me a kiss bye, watching me drive away. One evening as I was having a problem with an item on the top shelf, Mack stepped up behind me reaching over my head as he pressed himself against me retrieving it, telling me my zumba classes were doing the trick, that I had a firm backside, and from the pictures I sent, that my front side was just as nice. In that moment our friendship became a bit different, we were heading towards a new and bit more exciting time.
That night when he blew me a kiss, I returned it and told him I'd see him at the gym the next day.
The cross fit class and my zumba class started at the same time, but the cross fit class lasted longer so unless we talked before, I was gone by the time he was done, so I hit the treadmill, waiting for Mack to get done. He saw me on the treadmill, and made a point to come by and say hello, stopping to talk for awhile.
When my timer went off, Mack and I were still talking as I did a five minute cool down, and stretch, Mack offered to walk me to my car which I accepted, grabbing my towel and bag as we headed out. The parking lot was full when I arrived, so my car was in the back off to the side of the building, In a dimly lit area, Mack fussed saying they really needed to have more lights, that I should be careful about where I parked.
I laughed saying I didn't think I was in any danger with him walking me to my car and that I knew he wouldn't let anyone get me, that I was enjoying our conversation.
When we got to my car I threw my towel and bag in the back seat, and turned facing Mack leaning against the driver's door, telling him that we'd never had a chance to talk in private, so my choice of parking spaces was a perfect spot.
" What about your husband, my live in girlfriend, and the fact that you're half dressed in a secluded spot with a big black guy " he asked. " Well you're half dressed too, my husband and your girlfriend are no where around, but all I see is a good looking man, that you're black doesn't really matter, so what has all our flirting, texting, exchanges of pictures and the exclusive personal service I've been getting, leading up to"
I said with a grin.
Mack returned my grin, saying he knew where he'd like it to go, but he didn't want to push his luck, even though he was tempted every time we saw each other, and this evening had him on the verge of seeing just how far I would be willing to give into him.
When I told him " you'll never find out if you don't tell me " Mack pressed himself against me, leaned down and gave me a very warm, wet, passionate french kiss making me almost melt in his arms. My already erect nipples pressing against him, the compression shorts he had on under his gym shorts unable to the massive erection he had.
When we broke our embrace and kiss,
Mack stepped back looking around the parking lot, telling me " that's just the beginning of what I'd like to do, but I'm hot,sweaty, need a shower, and a great deal more privacy than we currently
have " I smiled back and told him to let me know when and where, that I would make sure I was there. I got into my car, but this time he leaned in kissed me and watched me drive away.
The next day, Mack texted me, he had to work for the next three nights, but he'd made reservations in a motel for the first night he was off and if I wanted he could pick me up or we could meet there, which ever was best for me. I chose the latter, texting him that he could pick me up from a nearby mall parking lot and take his car, he immediately texted me what time and that I should park at the side entrance and he'd find me.
As with each time before my husband had read every text, we had discussed everything that had taken place up to this point and he told me to drive careful, have fun, and that he loved me, but also let me know that his hot paramedic friend Jan would be at the house with him so I could take my time, and laughed at my fake frown. then proceeded to give me a long pleasurable night.