Haven't written in a while. I hope you'll enjoy this rather incredible IR cuckold tale. When my wife went black for the first time ten years ago, it was almost as good as it gets, but not as good as the story you're about to read. If you're wondering, I did play high school football and scored a few TD's.
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"Brad, your twenty-fifth high school reunion meet and greet is in fifteen minutes, you should start getting dressed," Brad's gorgeous brunette wife, Kylie, said as she put the finishing touches on her makeup in the hotel bathroom while Brad lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling.
"I don't even know if I want to go," he said woefully, suffering from constant depression since losing his job three months ago and unable to find any comparable work.
"The meet and greet will give you a chance to network with your old friends. Who knows, maybe you'll turn up a lead, or a miracle might happen and someone will offer you a job." Kylie said, while apply mascara above her vivid green eyes. She read somewhere that only 2% of the population had green eyes and had always been complemented on them for as long as she can remember.
"When pigs fly." Brad Wilson said dismissively, not allowing his mind to generate any positive thoughts which would set him up for more disappointment.
"Got to keep trying honey. What's the alternative? You'd better find a way to turn on the confidence; no one has ever offered a job to someone who's depressed," she added, turning from side to side in the hotel room full length mirror admiring her perfectly proportional 5' 9" figure (6' in heels) which had held up incredibility well for forty-two years, even after producing a child. Trouble was her fit body was rusting out; they hadn't made love since the day Brad was let go. In a sexual way she was becoming more desperate than her husband in his job search.
"You're absolutely right, dear," Brad said, standing up straight, puffing his chest out, and flashing a smile. "How's that?"
"Great honey, just fake it till you make it." she laughed, asking how she looked.
"Like a million bucks. All I know is that if a job is a toss up between me and another guy, you'll be the difference maker." Brad loved paying his wife complements because it was the easiest thing in the world to do, with him meaning every word. Kylie, depending on how she dressed, could either be described as being cute or beautiful. In another era she'd make a perfect 'the girl next door, you never had a chance to fuck' Playboy centerfold.
"You don't think the dress is a little risqué? It's cut a little low and I'm showing quite a bit of braless cleavage."
"Nonsense, you look perfect. I'm going to be the envy of every man in the room with you on my arm." Brad said, knowing that Kylie has an exhibitionist fetish and likes to push the envelope, and truth be told he enjoyed the 'eyeball fucks' other men gave her.
Riding down in the elevator by themselves, Kylie reached down playfully and grabbed her husbands cock hoping to feel a little pulse of a chub, but felt only a lifeless flaccid small dick instead.
"Maybe latter on tonight," Brad said, with Kylie thinking, sure... 'when pigs fly'.
Going to the reception room bar Brad ordered a scotch on the rocks for himself and a glass of Chardonnay for Kylie.
Behind him a deep bass voice said, "Put your money away, TD, it's no good here."
Turning, Brad saw the beaming coal black face of his old football buddy, Gerald Johnson, an all-city outside linebacker holding a twenty dollar bill in his hand.
"GBJ it's so good to see you, you're look like you could still play," at 6'3" and a rock solid 220 pounds opposing team half-backs were known to piss their pants when an end around was called on his side.
"I try to stay in shape, but work demands are making it harder. So who is the Chardonnay for?"
"Come on over to our table and I'll introduce you to my wife."
Walking in the direction the table GBJ noticed Kylie sitting down with no one else around. 'You have to be shitting me, she's yours?" he said, with Kylie far enough way to not hear the conversation.
"She's special isn't she?"
"You always were a lucky fucker, but I didn't think you'd be lucky enough to win the lottery, she's a dead ringer for Katherine Heigl. I don't suppose she has an identical sister you could set me up with. I'd love to tap that ass."
"Sorry, but no sister, our daughter Rachel is a mini-version of her mom but she's only eighteen."
After exchanging names at the table, with Brad informing Kylie that Gerald likes to be called GBJ.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, GBJ," she said extending her hand.
"The pleasure is all mine," he replied, holding onto her hand with both of his, asking in a mock sincere tone, "I hope you didn't hurt yourself?"
"No I feel great, why would you think I hurt myself." she asked, puzzled.
"Well when a angel, such as yourself, falls all of the way down from heaven... it's a heck of a drop." He said, then full smiled showing off his perfect white teeth that beamed like a headlight from his dark black face. "If they had a reunion queen contest tonight, you'd be the unanimous choice with every guy in the room voting for you."
"Why thank you so much for the complements," Kylie said, never having had a black man before pay her one, and finding out she loved it. "However, I never went to school here."
"Damn shame, you'd be a shoo-in with that face and gorgeous figure of yours. There's no doubt that your husband is the luckiest man here having you to enjoy." he said, while bending at the waist to kiss the back of her hand, looking up at her with his I-want-to-fuck-you eyes.
Kylie felt a tingle in her pussy, with GBJ all but saying he wanted to fuck her. She held herself back from saying... 'would you like to 'enjoy' me too', caused by the three month growth of sexual tension which desperately needed to be released.
"By the looks of you I'd guess you're one of Brad's football teammates." she said imagining what his black Adonis physique looked like under the stylish GQ $3,000 dollar suit, pocket square, bold silk tie, and shirt with French cuffs with black onyx cufflinks. Everything about the man spelled... s u c c e s s f u l.
"Proud to say I am, TD and I were teammate for all four years. Both of us made Chicago all-city our senior year. Your husband was a very tricky running back to bring down. He was small, but elusive, like a white Water Payton. In practice scrimmages it was a 50/50 split if he'd get pass me or not."
"By the way, TD, I have to apologize on how we treated you in the locker room all those years." GBJ said, putting his hand on Brad's shoulder communicating the apology was sincere.
"Totally forgotten," Brad said, blushing, quickly changing the subject before Kylie had a chance to ask the logical follow up question. "Are you married?"
"Nope, not yet, haven't found the right girl yet. Guess you could say I'm married to my work."
"So what line of work are you in, GBJ?" Kylie asked.
"Lingerie, I own a company that sells the Taboo line of sexy lingerie: panties, bras, garter belts, cover-ups, bustiers, stockings, club slut apparel, and toys."
"That's incredible," Kylie broke in, "Brad was the women's foundation marketing director for Nordstrom's for fifteen years. We met in college, he was on a football scholarship and I was a cheerleader. Brad landed his career path marketing job at Nordstrom's soon as he graduated, and we married soon after. We have one girl, Rachel, who's a teenager." Kylie said, updating GBJ on the past twenty-five years.
"TD tells me your daughter is just as beautiful as you, which I find hard to believe. So what do you do to stay busy, Kylie, after cheerleading?" GBJ asked, wanting to fuck her more every second he looked into those enchanting emerald green eyes.
"Thank you for the complement. I use to be a stay-at-home-mom, but recently was hired as a flight attendant by Delta. It brings in a little money and pays for our health insurance along with great flight benefits."
Of course, GBJ thought, why did he even ask? This goddess sitting next to him was every college guy wet dream, so it only stood to reason she'd now be the mile high wet dream of every Delta business class traveler.
"Things aren't all good," Brad said, breaking into the conversation. "The bad news is that I was permanently discharged three months ago with the store being 'Amazoned' along with everyone else. Customers are buying on-line and not in stores, so my position was eliminated along with everyone else in the bankruptcy filing." Brad said, laying his unemployment situation card face up on the table for GBJ to see.
"That's tough," GBJ said, adding, "Taboo is lucky in that we have only sold on-line, or to other brick and mortar stores, never owing our own stores. Once one store goes belly up, we simply move our line to a start-up."
Taking the bull by the horns, Kylie leaned over the table to give GBJ a full cleavage, possible nipple slip, shot telling him how smart he was and asking if his company had any work for his old high school football buddy. If Brad wasn't going to receive a job offer, it wouldn't be do to her lack of trying.
"Funny you should ask. I was just telling your husband that I'm over worked and need a marketing director to run a new line of fetish products Taboo is developing. Are you interested TD? GBJ asked, then smiling at Kylie acknowledging he was grateful for the flash.
