Part 1
Susan was raised in a conservative, religious home in a rural area of the Midwest. While never as fundamental and conservative as her parents, she never swore, never took a drink of alcohol until her 21st birthday and remained a virgin until after she married Rick, a Baptist minister that she had met not long after moving to the city.
Now, Susan has just turned 38 and unlike a lot of people she knows, her life is everything she had ever hoped for when she was younger. She is married to a wonderful man, they have 2 beautiful children and she has a good job in the corporate offices of a major national corporation.
But, for the last few months, Susan has been feeling uneasy about her life, like something was missing, something she couldn't identify but was longing for just the same. She couldn't pinpoint when these feelings of longing started, so she never made the connection between them and her weekly night out with her friend Sara.
A few years ago, Susan's husband Rick had suggested that Susan take a night each week for herself to go out with friends, relax and take some time for herself away from the pressures of work and family. At first she was reluctant, but she quickly grew to depend on those nights as a way to keep her sanity. They were usually nothing special, a couple of friends going out for a glass or two of wine and a light meal. It wasn't until 6 months or so ago after the nights out had started going later and the drinks started getting a little harder, that the group had dwindled down to just Sara and Susan.
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It was Thursday night and Susan and Sara were at a new place that Sara had heard about from a friend. The place was loud, dark and, in spite of the city ban, smoky. Not being one to pay attention to such things, Susan hadn't noticed that there were very few white people in the club and none of the ones that were there were male.
They were halfway through their third, seemingly very strong, round and the evening had taken a familiar turn. Sara was making fun of her husband's lack of ability in bed and Susan was laughing and silently agreeing with Sara. Although Susan wasn't quite as vocal about Rick's inability to satisfy her sexually, she had made more than a few confessions to Sara about it after one two many margaritas.
In reality, it had been almost 8 years since Rick had been able to bring Susan to orgasm. After the birth of their second child, Susan had worked hard to get her body back into shape, but some things, it seems, were changed forever. At 5'6" and 125 pounds, Susan was still in good shape, especially after 2 kids, but her once tiny, a-cup, breasts were now 34" b-cups and her hips and butt had never gotten back to their pre-child slimness. She had once overhead a couple of men compare to her behind to a black woman's butt, only smaller, a "bubble butt" she heard them say.
This was all going through Susan's mind when the server came over and put 2 drinks on the table that neither she nor Sara had ordered. Sara tried to tell her she'd made a mistake, but the server just smiled and pointed to the two young black men that were walking toward them.
This had happened a few times before on their nights out and Sara and Susan had become good at deflecting the advances of the tipsy, horny, middle aged guys that usually approached them. But these two were different. As they approached, Susan saw that they were young, maybe early 20's, handsome and, Susan blushed a little when she thought this, very well built. They also had an air of confidence about them. They didn't approach slowly, stuttering or drunkenly tossing out lame pick up lines. The two men walked over and sat at the table with Susan and Sara liked they belonged there, like it was their place.
