My adventure as a Bull began in Tulsa Oklahoma, while road tripping across country from Atlanta in route to Austin. I made a stop for the night at the Doubletree Hotel in downtown Tulsa and arrived at about 8:30 in the evening or so. Before checking in I thought I would grab a burger and a beer at a nearby pub called Baxters Interurban Grill. It was Friday night and the place was hopping. I moseyed up to the bar where a friendly white couple was seated and nodded my arrival. The waitress quickly offered a water and took my drink order. As i reviewed the dinner menu, the couple introduced themselves as Steve and Megan. Megan was sitting right next to me.
Megan was a blonde that stood about 5'9" and was dressed in a red dress with lipstick that matched. The dress was the slim conforming, cut-out shoulder type, but very tastefully fitting; not slutty in anyway. I estimated that Steve was in his mid-forties and Megan was in her late 30s. She was quite pretty, slim with small martini glass size breast and otherwise very well proportioned. I always said that when it came to women's breast, more than a mouthful was a waste so the small breast were an added benefit to me. But before I go on, let me tell you a bit about me.
First I am black and a military officer—well was one and I'll explain that a little later. I am in my late-forties, 6'1", 210lbs, with green eyes, and in reasonably good shape, consistent with the ideal hunting physique: broad shoulders, narrower waists, and no pouch, yet. In other words in reasonably good shape for my age. I'm certain it was from the military humping the ruck, the M60 and all the time we spend doing the gym.
I recently left the Army (retired) after 23 years as a graduate from West Point, as a field grade officer and combat veteran. I have been married for 21 years to Sherri, a white soccer mom type of gal, and I have always been faithful to her. Not that I didn't have my opportunities. But, as an officer, the ones that came on to me were my female subordinates and/or wives of subordinates—officer fraternizing is a real taboo in the military. Sherri and I have two beautiful young adult c***dren—one is a junior in High School and the other is attending college.
Well back to the story, we ordered our meals and Megan started small talk, from the wraparound corner bar stool, asking me about where I was from and about my life. I explained my situation and what it was like being in combat and the military for so long. She told me that Steve was an engineer at a local architectural firm there in Tulsa, and that she was a third grade school teacher. I can assure you they didn't make them like that when I was in third grade. She talked about her students and the funny things they said over the years. We laughed and noted that "k**s Say the Darnedest Things." Like the time she was walking up the isle and she accidentally ran her hand under the desk and came up with slimmy nose secretion. She asked the table who did it and one girl said, "It's not mine, I eat mine!" We laughed and laughed as though we were just ole pals. I could see she loved her work and especially working with youngsters.
We continued our conversation about married life, sports, the weather, stocks and life after the military as I approach my next chapter in life. I told them about my c***dren and family and she told me that she and Steve were married for five years without k**s of their own. Steve had two girls from a previous marriage, however. We ordered our meals, ate, drank and continued to chat like we were best of friends around that corner of the bar. Just past 9, a DJ starting to spin some songs. I am a reasonable dancer and Steve said that Megan was too but that he had two left feet and could only do the "whiteman's" overbite.
Megan was rocking in her chair to the music and Steve shooed me off to go dance with her. I noted, that I'd been traveling all day and not really cleaned up. She didn't seem to mind and grabbed me by the arm as we danced onto the dance floor to three or four R&B songs before returning to the bar to refresh our drinks.
I took the opportunity to complement her on her dancing and her face lite up with a grim. She kissed me in the cheek and excused herself to the little girl's room. Steve ordered us another round and said, "I thinks she likes you."
I had yet to comprehend what was happening as she returned and took my hand leading me to dance again. This time to a slow song— "You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin,'" her favorite she said. I thought that was a bit strange that she asked me instead of Steve, but then it hit me. These guys were into the HotWife scene, and she was certainly that.
I remembered my wife talking about the new cuckold life style where white women liked to hook-up with black men and Sherri even said, "don't you remember when we were dating and first married, we got a lot of attention and stares, it was taboo" —not all of them good as I remember. She said that women liked the skin contrast, the taboo of having interracial men, the size rumor and that researchers found that women prefer masculine-looking more aggressive men when they are ovulating. They referred to the woman as a Hot-Wife and the hubby as a cuckold.
Megan was clearly acting like I was her bull and that she was a hot-wife. I guess I could play along. She was whispering in my ear that I was a hot man and that she wanted me to have a wonderful time with her. It was all a bit new but I was enjoying her dancing and flirting. I flirted right back and said, I want you tonight, as i squeezed her ass. Then i said, "let's go to my room at the Doubletree." I held her close in my arms, kissed her on the neck, and told her it would be great for both of us. I assured her that I would take gooood care of her ..., that everything would be fine and that she would have the time of her life. I even asked the DJ to play, "Time of Our Life," by Pit Bull. Together we mouthed the words, "Ooh I want the time of my life," and she mouthed back, "Oh baby ooooh give me the time of my life."
As we danced I pulled her close while rubbing her ass and touching her silky nylons. She bragged that Steve was the one that suggested the red dress outfit, all the way down to the high heeled sandals. At one point she slid her hand down the front of my pants and squeezed over manhood. So I moved my hands to the back of her dress and began to pull it up. She kept trying to push it back down and saw a camera flash go off, then another. Steve was having some fun. She asked me to behave and stop giving others a peep show.
As I was rubbing her ass I whispered if she had liked what she felt and if she and Steve were going to be OK about going to my room. She moaned affirmatively when I kissed her neck and squeezed her ass again. She said she and Steve have not had sex in over a week and that they were thinking about their night out all day.
Megan told me how, earlier in the day Steve had prepped her with a sensuous bubble bath, painted her toe nails, picked out her red dress, lip stick, and sexy thong undies with matching bra. "He had the biggest boner but I was not going to let him have me," she decried. She did a double squeeze on my bum, and said, "it is all for you!"
