The Hot Wife Chronicles A series Part Three
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Author's Notes: This is not related to the previous two parts that will be updated soon. This is a story that was told to me by George in Bremerton. It involves the usual hot wife stuff, interracial bulls with big dicks, sorrow, humiliation, a ditzy woman.
George and I fell in love my senior year and I was eighteen and I had Bridget. My name is Beth Benedict, I have red hair and even then I had nice D-Cups, I'm five foot two and weigh one hundred and forty five pounds. I have these little rolls of fat above my hips that George grabs on to when he fucks me from behind and he smacks me in the ass, and I'm embarrassed to say, I really like. When I was twenty we had Eva and then at twenty one Mindy. My gorgeous little girls all with red hair, like me with freckles. I swear the palms of my hand and bottoms of my feet are the only part of me that are without freckles.
George joined the Navy when he was nineteen, he's a year older than me. He's on the USS Makin Island LD-8, he describes it to me as a small aircraft carrier that helps to land Marines.
George did real well and got into a helicopter school, the Osprey, but as he said, it was a mess and ended up getting promoted anyway and he's a Chief Warrant Officer 01. He called from Rhode Island at the time and said, "I step in shit and come up smelling like a rose, I'm going on the Makin Island flying the Bell Uh1 Super Huey, called the Venom."
His ship was based in San Diego and he came home and the kids were crawling all over him and we fucked furiously, all the way through my monthly, George called, "Prince's raspberry beret."
I didn't understand that but no more kids, I was hoping, of course. I love him so much. This will be so lonely, but George's mom will be helpful. Bridget is six and in the first grade, Eva is four and Mindy is three. Bridget is in the first grade, Eva pre-school (Montessori with Mindy).
We buy groceries at this twenty four seven, employee owned company called FoodCo and I noticed the last time through there that they were looking for workers and I could become an owner. I talked it over with Betty and she felt she could help out and since she had helped us buy this foreclosed home in Mannette and lived with us, it would be a great idea.
The day came for the interview so the HR section was at the FoodCo site in Silverdale at ten in the morning. Betty picked me up some clothes, she knew my sizes. A black skirt, two inches above the knee it was so hard to get it over my ass, I said to her, "Betty what if I rip this sitting down?"
She said, "Girl with that ass, man or woman, you'll get hired."
We both giggled, she was only forty two, she almost felt like my sister. The blouse was white, with three buttons on the neck, sleeveless. Underneath I had a white cotton underwire bra, that the cup size was wrong. The size wasn't wrong but my titties were bigger, George would be happy about that. I had some black open toed pumps with four inch heels as I was so short.
Betty braided my top ponytail and rolled it into a bun, she put some gel on the sides and top, then with the lipstick little paint brush painted my extra lush Crimson lip plumper on my thick lips. She smeared some of the lipstick on my cheeks as blush and then put on the eye lash extensions. Finally she had some Marc Jacobs perfume and she put on my wrists and my neck and jaw line, then she rolled up my skirt and sprayed my thighs.
I said softly, "Betty, "what are you doing to me."
She said, "Girl I been so lonely since George's daddy passed, I watch videos and I like the lesbian massage parlor ones and Beth honey, I've got a crush on you.
Please don't tell George."
I said, "Betty you're a very beautiful woman, let's talk tonight."
George had rebuilt this old 1990 GMC Yukon with a 1951 GMC straight six with three hundred sixty one cubic inches, four speed including granny gear. He put in anodized floors in case one of our girls spilt her milk, or changing diapers. He's the best!
The HR area for FoodCo is behind the bakery and I was five minutes early. I wanted to appear confident and so I put some sway in my walk. I could feel my girls banging into each other in that old bra.
There were four tall men wearing white baker's coats and they were very, very black. I stopped, all my confidence was gone. I was blushing and I bit my lip. I wasn't sure what do to do. I had to look up at them, they were all so tall, no fat on them at all, big shoulders, V shaped shoulders to waist, long legs, I was very, very wet.
"U be Beth Benedict, " the tallest man asked me and I nodded yes.