It was another boring Saturday for Bai. No matter the day, it was the same scene. There was her husband sitting on the couch watching one sport or another, while she kept herself busy with common household chores. Unfortunately for her, this is what life was like after marrying young and so many years had passed.
Today's exciting chore was laundry.
As she opened up the drying machine and hastily removed the warm clothes into the laundry basket in her hand, she could hear the game announcers loudly on the TV set. The game must have been exciting because her husband alternated between loud cheers and boos.
Bai shrugged as she walked into the master bedroom and placed the basket on to the bed. She never understood her husband's fascination with sports. She thought it was a waste of time. Her mind drifted off as she began folding clothes in a distant, removed nature. She wasn't even sure what item she was folding...it may have been a shirt or a pair of boxers. To keep herself occupied, her eyes scanned the room. She looked out the window at the quiet, serene summer day. It was empty until a hulking black man walked by her line of sight. He was dressed in a repair man's uniform...possibly a cable repairman...but then he was gone. So her eyes gazed around to all the pictures around the room, before she focused in on one in particular...an old picture from when they were dating ages ago. Her husband looked so much younger and in shape back then. He even had hair. Those were the good times before he let himself go and age caught up to him.
Meanwhile, she aged gracefully. She couldn't pass for a 21 year old anymore, but people still mistaken her for someone 5 years younger than she actually was. Most people chalked it up to her youthful Asian features, but she also worked hard to keep up her appearance. Frequent visits to the gym and a healthy diet kept her at a lean 105 pounds even though she stood at a little over 5'5. She was technically a little under normal weight, but her impressive set of B cups tacked on a few extra pounds. That figure combined with an innate sense of style allowed her to always present herself well, at least whenever she went out, which nowadays was only to work and the rare formal function. Otherwise, she was mostly in comfortable clothes like she was in right now.
As she snapped out of her daze, she realized she was holding one set of her black thigh high stockings in her hand. She recalled how she wore them one day to work underneath her skirt. She could feel her co-workers eyes on her and she remembered how it made her feel sexy and just a bit dangerous. And she wondered why she didn't try to wear those lingerie's for her husband. Then she wondered if it was her fault that things were so boring between them.
She asked herself, "Did she stop trying to turn her husband on?"
At that very moment, she decided to do something about it.
Bai raced over to her secret drawer and pulled out a purple and black matching bra and panty set. She dug around for the matching garter belt and quickly threw off her baggy, comfortable clothes. With a quick snap of the bra around her chest and garter belt around her waist, she then pulled up the floss like thong over her legs. Next up were the black thigh high stockings, which were put on delicately to ensure they were stretched and smoothed out perfectly over her toned legs. She then snapped the thigh high tops onto the hanging garter straps and looked at herself in the mirror. Even she had to admit, the person staring back looked drop dead sexy. Bai took a step out as she couldn't wait to see her husband's face when he saw her in this outfit. Then a thought hit her. One last final touch. She ran over to her shoe closet and sifted through a few boxes until she found the right pair. A ridiculously sexy pair of purple heels made of the finest patent leather. She hardly wore them, because they rarely were right for the occasion. They were practically brand new and the red bottoms of the heels, which signified to anyone with a fashion sense that these were expensive designer heels, were unscratched. She slid her foot in between the expense material, making herself instantly 4 inches taller. Ready and just about to step out to surprise her husband when another thought popped into her naughty head. She raced over to her secret drawer and pulled out her favorite vibrator. Her husband was never a fan of licking pussy, so why not get ready beforehand.
Sprayed out on top of all the unfolded clothes on the bed, Bai spread her legs just enough as her fingers and her vibrator went to work. Her head slowly fell back onto the pillow as her legs spread wider and wider. The vibrator found its way inside her tight Asian pussy as nasty and naughty thoughts danced in her head. Somewhere lost in her fantasy, the black repairman popped into her head as she felt herself get wetter and wetter. Her mind recalled stumbling upon a porno website one day when she was surfing online. It was for a website called "Black Cock Sluts" and the front page was an image of a massive black cock hanging over a smiling young girls face. She wondered if she subconsciously bought her favorite vibrator because it was the same color as that massive cock she saw on the website. Lost in the thought of a big black cock penetrating her tight Asian pussy, Bai got incredibly wet. Her pussy juices left a slick coating on the black vibrator and she grew dangerously close to an orgasm. It took all her strength to stop herself and focus back to the matter at hand.
She was ready to surprise her husband with the fuck of his life...
As she approached the living room, her heels clacked loudly against the hardwood floor. Then she stopped dead in her tracks. Something was off, and then she realized...the TV was off.
She called out for her husband, who answered by the front door.
"Hey honey, I'm gonna head out and meet the guys at the bar down the street to watch the rest of the game."
Bai answered back, "Wait" as she stepped out into full view and made quick eye contact with her husband. There in all her half naked glory was this stunning woman in the finest lingerie and heels, waiting for him to pay her some attention.
But all she got was a confused look. "What are you wearing? I hope you're not going out in those shoes, because you'll hurt your feet." And then he was out the door.
Bai stomped her heels furiously, making a sound as loud as the slam of the door closing shut, which caused her to scratch her pristine hardwood floors to make her even more upset. She was fuming as she made her way to the front door as fast as possible. Prepared to scream her lungs out, Bai caught herself when she noticed there were people outside her shared community living property. She spied her husband halfway to his car as he stopped to talk to a repairman. It was the same hulking black repairman she saw before. They exchanged a few words and a laugh before going their separate ways...him in his car, the repair man walking towards her house.
Her attention peaked, Bai quietly closed the door and stalked the repair man through each window as he slowly made his way through another apartment and then past hers. She rarely saw a black man in this upscale community, so he stood out. Even more so given that he was a mountain of a man with quite the imposing figure.
With anger in her head and an ache in her pussy, Bai thought back to the same fantasy that was in her head before. If at all possible, her pussy got even wetter. And suddenly the wickedest idea popped in her head.
She ran back into the kitchen and yanked open the window and stuck her head out just as the repair man walked past.
Bai yelled out to him, "Hey"
The repair man turned around and smiled back, "Are you number 6?"
"Uh...yes. Number 6."
The repair man spun around and headed towards her.
She pulled open the sliding door that opened up to the community pool area and let him in. As he stepped, he took off his shoes off and apologized, "Sorry about that, the numbers on the buildings can be confusing." When he finally looked up, he naturally asked, "So where's the prob..." But his mouth wouldn't let him finish the sentence.
The reason was because standing there before him was this breathtaking beauty, half naked, and words were coming out of her mouth. "I'm the problem", was all he could make out.
The black man was caught off guard and had no response. He snapped back to life and caught the next words out of her pretty little mouth.