"This Thanksgiving was almost ruined" I thought to myself as the plane touched down. I was finally home.
I'm a project manager for a mid-size IT consulting firm with clients all over the country. This job pays me very well which allows me to provide a very comfortable life for my family. The downside is that, with more money, comes more responsibilities. I didn't care though; all I wanted was to be a good provider for my wife and kids.
My wife, Emily, and I are both 32 now. Having dated all through college, we got married right after graduation. We were very much in love and wanted to start our life together right away. Money was tight at first but at least we had each other. Our son Jack was born two years into the marriage. Then three years later, our daughter Elizabeth arrived. Emily and I had the family we both had dreamed of.
My wife Emily is the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. Even after two kids, she has a knockout body. She's blessed with a set of perfect, natural c-cup breasts. She has a face that would launch a thousand ships and beautiful, flowing blond hair. After Jack was born, she became obsessed with maintaining her figure and started working out four times a week. It worked; Emily has a body most women in their thirties would kill for. I felt lucky to be with a woman like her.
But I digress. Back to the story.
The weekend before Thanksgiving, my boss called me at home with an emergency. One of our clients in California was having a serious problem with a system we had installed months previously. This was a huge account, worth millions, and someone had to get out to Los Angeles and set things in order. Apparently, that someone was me.
"But no one else understands the code like you do," he said.
"Bob…its Thanksgiving! Can't someone else go?"
"Look, if you do this trip for us, I'll recommend you for Vice President when that position opens up next year."
I thought about it for a minute, and agreed to go. I told my boss that I'd be on the next flight to LA.
The kids were already at my parent's house in North Carolina. It was just Emily and me at home this Thanksgiving.
I knew she'd be pissed I was going away to work over the holiday, but I thought that the promise of a big promotion next year would put her at ease a bit. After all, with that raise, maybe then we could buy the vacation home in Florida we'd talked about for so long.
Just as I suspected, Emily was steamed that she was going to be alone for Thanksgiving. However, she understood that I was doing this for our family and that I was also making a sacrifice being away from home on a holiday.
We made love all night long. Emily is great in bed and we both came several times before falling asleep in one another's arms.
The next morning I was off to the airport. I kissed my wife goodbye.
"I love you baby" she said.
"I love you too"
When I arrived in Los Angeles later that afternoon and met with our clients, I discovered that their problem wasn't as serious as I thought. With any luck, I could square them away in a couple of days and be back home by Thanksgiving Day! With that thought in mind, I rolled my sleeves up and got to work. I wanted to get home to my wife!
When Emily and I spoke on the phone Monday night, I didn't mention I might be home early. I wanted to surprise her.
"The situation out here is really bad," I lied. "I won't be back in DC until Monday at the earliest." My plan was to finish up in LA the next day and fly home Wednesday. I wanted to surprise Emily with a night on the town for Thanksgiving.
"I miss you," she told me. "Oh well, I may just have dinner with the neighbors if I can't be with you, baby."
Hearing her sound so down bothered me, but I thought a nice surprise would really make her day.
Wednesday finally arrived, and after finishing up with the clients, I started my journey home. Home to Emily. Of course, there were major delays at LAX. My flight left four hours late.
By the time we landed in DC, I was almost midnight. My plan didn't come together exactly the way I had hoped it would, but I'd still be home Thanksgiving Day.
It is a quick taxi ride back to the house and it was about 12:30 when we pulled up to the curb.
Right away I noticed a strange car in the driveway. That seemed very odd to me, Emily never mentioned having her girlfriends over? It puzzled me even more when I noticed all the lights in the house were off, except the light in our bedroom.
Approaching the front door, I heard music coming from the house. Over the music, I then heard a very deep voice speaking inside. A man's voice.
"What the fuck!" I thought.
I dropped my bags and walked around to the side of the house, where I could see inside my bedroom window. So I wouldn't be seen, I stayed back away from the window several yards.
What I saw inside shocked me! My wife was lying on our bed in her bra and panties with a very large, very muscular black man! They were kissing very deeply and running their hands all over each other! My wife had her hands down this guy's boxers and was obviously stroking his cock. He had his hand in her crotch as well, fingering her sensitive clit through her silk panties. Their clothes were scattered all over my bedroom floor.
I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing! My blood began to boil and I must have been bright red. I was filled with rage as I watched my wife make out with some black guy on our bed!
Very slowly, I crept up closer to the window. It was warm for November and the window was open. The curtains were also open so I had an unobstructed view inside. I could also hear everything.
My wife got up from the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. She was clearly very drunk. Emily didn't drink that often and had a low tolerance. I'm guessing she had at least six drinks in her, maybe more.
When she came out of the bathroom, the black guy was sitting on the edge of the bed. Emily weaved over to him, dropped to her knees, pulled his boxers down, and lowered her head to suck his cock. I could hear her slurping on his knob. This guy had a monster dick and Emily couldn't fit it all down her throat. Even still…she was a great cocksucker and this guy must have loved the pleasure she was giving him.
I was torn about what to do. I wanted to rush in there and smash that guy's fucking head with a baseball bat I kept on the back porch. However, this guy was HUGE. He outweighed me by at least 75 pounds and was pure muscle. I knew that in a charged situation like that, if I rushed in, one of us would wind up dead. I decided I would just wait to see what happened. I was still hoping my wife wouldn't actually have sex with this asshole.
After a few minutes, the guy said "Get up here bitch, I wanna taste that sweet white pussy."
Emily obediently got onto the bed with him. At that point, he became very rough with her. He grabbed the font of her bra and ripped it off. He was so strong that the flimsy bra came apart with almost no effort. Emily moaned feeling the cool air hit her boobs. Next her panties were quickly ripped away from her body. They were both completely nude now.
He pushed her onto her back and straight away buried his face between her thighs. He put his tongue on her clit and went to work.
"Oh Oh that feels so good Tyrone! Oh don't stop, don't stop." So, this asshole had a name. Tyrone.
