We were attending a wedding reception at the country club my husband belongs to. As I looked over at him across the room, he was well on his way to getting drunk, laughing with his redneck golfing buddies who were his fraternity brothers and now businessmen. The common theme in all their appearance was that they were drunk, overweight and successful. They were talking too loud, leering at the bridesmaids and making fools of themselves. My husband is 5' 9, 265lbs, balding, 55 and very out of shape. He was a dud as a lover and not endowed (less than 5" hard). It had been years since...
The club was centered on golf, money, exclusivity and being white only. In other words a real southern, rich redneck hangout. There would never be a black member; there was very seldom a black guest. I turned away from the main room where the reception was being held and went to one of the several bars that were serving the guests, and ordered a glass of wine. I heard a deep voice with an Ivy League accent behind me finishing a conversation. As I took my wine and turned, I was startled by the size, race and handsome appearance of a tall, athletic, black gentleman in a very well tailored suit. Our eyes met and he smiled broadly. I couldn't help but blush and I felt a tingle I hadn't felt in years. He was looking at me as a physical woman, almost a sexual way. It was a look that I hadn't had in years, not since I was in college.
He introduced himself as Jim, and I recognized his name as the new president of an electronics firm the governor had attracted to locate here. He had played football at Dartmouth and earned an MBA at Wharton. Jim made the corporate climb, seeking the hard operations and finance jobs; avoiding the HR assignments that many companies slotted for minorities. As we spoke I became aware of the stares that we had attracted by the sight of a black man talking to a white, married woman. At 6'4", 200lbs, and very fit he was hard not to stare at. He did too, and he offered to talk later, but his smile and look told me he wanted me. I shivered...
Here I was a married woman of 42, attracted to and, yes, even sexually aroused by this man! I was proud of my body, working out and running daily. At 5'6", 120lbs, very fit, a natural 34C, and even ripped abs! I had a cute butt, which still turned heads. I was wearing a short, cream-colored dress, which showed some cleavage and my tanned legs. I had not felt like a real, even sexual woman in years... As we parted, I smiled and shivered, thinking of what he had just done for my self-esteem. A loud outburst broke out in the middle of the reception room as my husband's drunken buddies laughed foolishly at some joke. One look at my husband told me I had to get him out of here quickly, before he embarrassed himself. This was a role I had played many times in the past. I walked over and tried to get him to leave, he made a crude, sexual remark about why I wanted him to go, almost bragging to his friends. I helped him stand, he could barely walk. As we went outside and his car was brought up (we had arrived separately), I saw Jim getting into his also under the entrance awning. He saw the trouble I was having and offered to help get him into the car. At this point he was like a ton of jello and almost passed out. I thanked Jim, as he put him in the car and closed the door. Jim stood close to me and asked if I would need help getting him out, the moment was electric for me.
I stuttered, and said, "yes" quietly.
Looking up at him, knowing that I had just agreed to something more. As I drove the short distance to our home on the 12th hole of the golf course, I checked my makeup in the mirror. I was as nervous as a schoolgirl on a first date.
As I pulled into the driveway, I was grateful that I had left my car at the club, so there was space for Jim's car in our garage. His car parked in front of the house would start scandalous rumors. I hit the door opener and drove in. Jim stopped his car short, in the driveway, and got out to help me with my drunken husband. He easily lifted him, despite his weight, and carried him inside. He placed him on the living room couch and turned to face me. I stared up at him and said," thank you". I asked if he would like a drink, glancing nervously out the window at his car, in the driveway.
He said "Yes, a scotch, please" and excused himself "to get something from his car". I heard his car pull into the garage and the automatic door closing. I smiled. He knew...
Jim walked in, I handed him his drink and joined him on the patio. My husband snored loudly, inside. We talked; he listened to me as we sat on the patio loveseat. I was so very aware of his body, the touch of his hand as he made some point in our conversation. I turned more toward him and he leaned toward me, our faces inches apart. His hand on my shoulder, he pulled me toward him and kissed me. It was like an electric shock! This handsome black man, kissing me while my husband slept, yet I couldn't help myself, could resist, like I knew I should. I opened my mouth and our tongues touched. He pulled me even closer, his arms around me. His hands moved over my back as my arms encircled his neck. I never wanted this to end...
