This is Samantha again. Dan and I have now been married about 25 years, we have 2 daughters, and we live in a beautiful suburban town. We live the "American Dream" but I recently started seeing a therapist to cope with my mental wellness. During my sessions, I began to share stories of my infidelities. It's been the first time I have spoken to anyone about my many discreet affairs. It's amazing to think how wholesome Dan still thinks I am when I think back at all of the times I have secretly cheated on him. My therapist is a middle aged 'plain Jane' type. I could tell that my shared experiences are a fascinating turn on for her, so I have not held back on the details. It also has inspired me to share some of my true stories on this platform. Here's my next story......
It was summer of 2010 and ten years since I cheated on Dan just before our wedding - it was with our very well-endowed black neighbor, and it ended after he and his BBC friend tag teamed me for an unforgettable night. You may find it hard to believe but I had since been faithful to Dan. That is not to say that I have not always fantasized about other men. I still had the big black dildo I had gotten at my bachelorette party and I used it regularly.
At the time, our daughters were 6 and 3. Dan made enough money that allowed me to be able to be a stay-at-home mom. I was about 20 pounds heavier but actually got attention from men more than ever, probably because my boobs had definitely gotten bigger after having kids.
In order to get out of the house and keep my sanity, I began working as a part-time bartender at a local golf course. I mainly worked golf outings. The customers were mostly white men of all ages that often flirted with me. Many of them just made harmless inappropriate comments that I would just laugh at, and I would benefit from the tips they gave.
One of the outings I worked, as golfers began migrating into the banquet area, I literally stopped in my tracks while carrying supplies to the bar. It was because of the sight of two super-hot black guys that unexpectedly walked in. When I caught eyes with them, I awkwardly gave each of them a blushing smile. I proceeded past them but couldn't help noticing one of them gaze at me as I passed by. I was able to hear him say "oh shit" to his friend.
The bar got busy quick and while serving drinks, I could sense many of the men checking me out. This wasn't new but it now included two golfers who were black, muscular, and very handsome. I was dressed in tight black pants and a white button down - not a flattering outfit but was still tight enough to show off my curves. The bar was steadily business during the cocktail and dinner time. I caught eyes with the black guys a couple times. I made an effort to ignore them while having obsessive thoughts of when I was once double teamed by my black neighbor and his black friend.
When things slowed up during raffle and awards, I was hanging out alone behind the bar. One of the black men approached the bar and requested two beers. He introduced himself as Will and asked for my name. He then said, "so Sam, I think my boy Dez is into you" as he pointed over to him.
I chuckled and asked, "is that so? well then why isn't he the one coming over to talk to me?" He laughed and said he would,
With a smile I replied by saying "no thanks, I'm married" and waved the rock on my finger.
Will then took his beers, laughed, and walked away saying "I'm sure he won't mind."
With the event winding down, I closed the bar and began to clean up. I was bent over to clean out the bottom of a cooler when I heard "god damn." I turned around and it was the other black guy enjoying the sight of my ass. He extended out his large hand and said, "hi Sam, I'm Dez, nice to meet you."
