Kim wrapped her arms and legs around her husband as he thrust his skinny five-inch dick in and out of her warm, wet vagina. She let out several loud moans, all fake of course, and whispered in his ear how good he was. As usual it was over quick and Tom briefly collapsed on top of her then rolled over onto his side to catch his breath. Again, the sex was disappointing and unfulfilling but this didn't bother Kim anymore. After almost twenty years of marriage what did you expect. He was handsome, fit and even at the age of 50 still very attractive but the sex just didn't do it for her. It didn't matter though; she'd found better ways to take care of her needs.
She leaned over, gave him a kiss then said, "Go back to sleep baby, I'm going to take a quick shower then get things ready for you and the boys downstairs. Sunday's fun day remember."
He worked hard and deserved to sleep in on a Sunday. Aside from the sex he was literally a perfect husband and father. He was extremely successful and she and the kids wanted for nothing. They had three of them all boys, and Sunday during football season was by far their favorite day. They would literally sit around all day and night watching it. Kim had no interest in football but Sundays too had recently become her favorite day but for much different reasons. She took a long hot shower then stood in front of the mirror naked. She knew she looked, good, really good, maybe as good as she ever had and that's saying something considering she was 43 with three kids. It took a lot of work but the countless hours at the gym, yoga studio, and on the treadmill were clearly paying off.
Plus, the full D sized breast she'd gotten after the last kid was born certainly didn't hurt. After putting a little bit of make-up on, not a lot she didn't need it, she pulled her long black hair back into a pony tail and secured it. She liked to wear her hair back, it accented her pretty face. Besides with what she had planned sometimes all that hair just got in the way. Not wanting to dress yet she slipped on her robe and made her way downstairs to the kitchen to start breakfast. Thirty minutes later it was ready and as if on cue her sons, ages 8, 11, and 13, came running down the stairs quickly followed by their father. The 3 kids quickly grabbed a plate then headed into the media room to watch the pregame show.
Tom walked up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and said, "Thanks for breakfast baby, smells great."
"My pleasure honey," she said then smiled when she felt him kiss her on the neck.
Tom grabbed his plate then followed the boys. She spent the next 45 minutes cleaning the kitchen and preparing snacks for her family to eat during the games then made her way back up the stairs to dress. She put on a bra, panties and a conservative sundress. It was fall but in Southern California still warm. After a quick peek to make sure nobody was around, she pulled out several items from a secret box she had hidden towards the back of her large closet and stuffed them in a bag.
On her way out she stuck her head into the media room to say good bye to her family.
"Bye guys, enjoy the games. I'll pick something up for dinner on my way home, text me later and let me know what you want."
She knew it would be pizza, it was always pizza. After making her way to the garage she climbed into her $175,000 Land Rover and started it up. Navigating her way through her South Bay neighborhood she eventually ended up on Rosecrans Blvd and then 405 Freeway. Now knowing the route by heart, she didn't even bother with her GPS. She transitioned to the 105 and then the 110-freeway heading towards downtown Los Angeles. Fifteen minutes later she pulled off the freeway and made 2 quick lefts and then a right. This was a bad area of town and got worse the deeper she drove into it. Half the buildings were abandoned and the streets were littered with homeless people and trash. Five minutes later she spotted the now all too familiar warehouse. Like most of the buildings in the area it was deserted and completely rundown. As the norm she drove around back and pulled inside an open cargo doorway parking in her normal spot.
There were 7 other cars there none of which were even remotely as nice as hers. She took a deep breath trying to get her nerves under control. You'd think after all this time she wouldn't be nervous but she was. Crawling into the backseat she quickly pulled off her clothes and changed into the ones she'd put into the bag. There really wasn't much to the outfit; thigh high stockings, cup less bra, crotchless panties, and high heels. All black as instructed. She exited the car, slipped on a black jacket that barely covered her ass, and made her way to the back of the building towards the stairs.
The only sound in the place was her heals clicking with every step. She climbed up the two flights of stairs where she knew he'd be. This place had become as familiar to her as her own house. The scene was as it always was. The room was empty with the exception of several old couches in the middle and a dirty, beet up mattress just in front of them. As usual the couches were lined with naked men. The numbers varied; sometimes as little as four but others as many as ten. Today Kim counted eight; eight men of all shapes, sizes and ages. The only thing in common was they were black; they were always all black. She ran her eyes back and forth over their faces, some she recognized, some she didn't.
