This is part one of a longer story. Some of this is based on a true story, but names have been changed, and details have been embellished. I hope you enjoy my story.
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I hated my husband's work events. I didn't know anyone and we were usually the only white people thereâhe worked at a sports and rap entertainment company. Still, this time was different. James' job was on the line and we needed to go make a good impression and make sure he didn't get fired.
I'm a 38 years old, and although I have had two kids, I routinely get checked out by boys and men. I enjoy dressing promiscuously and driving men wildâwhy not, I've worked hard for my body and I should show it off. I'm not a girl who has always had a sexy body; it's more of a recent thing. I started working out every morning 2 years ago, and I dropped from 150 to 115 pounds. I now have a tight, perky ass that was contained in a sexy, see-through thong tonight, and a tight black dress that left little to the imagination. Back in the day, I used to have to try so hard to get a man's attentionâthese days, men want to fuck me the minute they see me, and I love the attention. My long blond hair fell below my shoulders tonight, and I stood at 5'10'' with my pumpsâ2 inches taller than my husband.
When we approached Marcus' house, I couldn't help but think that this was the type of house we should be living in. The front of the large, eight-bedroom house was illuminated with lights, and he had hired a valet tonightâa high school senior I knew from my son's school. When we walked into the foyer area, a girl dressed in a tight, pink bikini took our coats. Now I remembered why I also hated these eventsâMarcus always hired sexy eighteen and nineteen year olds to work his events. James once told me that Marcus said "they have the tightest assholes cause they have never been fucked by a big black dick," but I always thought he was just making that story up.
James had been up for a big promotion recently at work, but they had instead chosen a different guy for the position. The way this business worked, because he had been looked over, his days were numbered at the company. Well, I thought. I've dealt with way too much to just allow my husband get fired. I was going to confront Marcus. I had talked to another wife, Marcia, about it firstâshe had said that her husband was also going to get fired a few years ago. Now, her husband, Brent, was Vice President of artist development. I had asked her howâand she played coy. I knew she was hiding something, so I took her out for drinks, and after her fifth cosmopolitan, she admitted that she had offered to suck the boss' dick. I hadn't told James about my plan, but I figured if all I had to do was suck Marcus' dick once, it was a price I was willing to pay. And although it was cheating, it was for a good reason.
As we settled in the family-room area in a comfy couch, another teenage slut came by and took our drink orders. Her bikini bottom and top were bright pink, and both were strainedâher breasts and ass were pushing against the fabric and trying so hard to break free. What a slut, I thought. When I was eighteen, no way in hell would I be wearing that in a room filled with black men ogling my body. As I sipped on my martini, I thought about what I was about to do. I was nervous. I had never done something this bold, and I actually had never sucked any dick except my husband's. I loved him, but this was something I had to do for us, and although I could never tell him what I was doing, I knew he would understand.
I saw Marcus heading to the kitchen out of the corner of my eye, and James was in a deep conversation with some coworkers. This was my chance. "Please excuse me, I have to go to the powder room," I said to our circle. James didn't skip a beatâhe kept telling his story (one that I have heard a hundred times). I went through the double doors to the kitchen and saw Marcus contemplating which beer to get at the fridge.