I hate to admit it, but I have liked girls for as long as I can remember. Even when I was little I remember how I felt when I was around them. They were just different than boys. I couldn't put my finger on a big difference but there was one. They were kind of warm and funny.
Well up until maybe 13 or 14 years old years old and then something changed. Maybe it was me and that I just didn't understand girls anymore? They just seemed all of a sudden very strange at times. Some days you could tease and laugh but the next day it was different that the day before?
That seemed to last for some time and then I began to understand that part of the time it must be me who was different? They didn't seem a bit strange most of the time, but sometimes they were. I had no idea why or how it happened?
As I got older and I began to learn stuff I didn't really want to know I began to understand somewhat. Girls were hormonal. Boy, sure glad we guys are not hormonal! But how do you know when they are? Heck, I still don't know.
I was sixteen when I had my first date. It wasn't even a car date. I just met her at the movies and we sat together. Oh, I bought her pop corn and a pop. Nope no goodnight kiss. Dating was problematic to say the least. I like women but have never even pretended to understand them. I still don't.
My second date was better, but I spent more money. But I did get a good night kiss. Only one and a hug. Dating was never much fun for me and for guys to get turned down asking a girl for a date was very bad. It took me weeks to get over my since of rejection. I did not have a steady girl friend until I was twenty years old. That is when I met Jennifer Miller. I was in college at BYU. In my second year and she a freshman. This girl caught me flat footed in the hall going to class. A VERY pretty petite little blonde, blue eyed doll.
She ask me where her next class was which happened to be my class also and I replied she could walk along with me as it was where I was headed. That was the how we met and after class I ask if she would like to go to lunch with me? I was more than just a little pleased when she said yes. That was the start of my first romance and we became more than just friends. Jennifer and I dated for three years before I ask her to marry me and when she said yes I was stunned.
We were engaged for 6 months before we decided to get married. We both had good jobs and a little money put away so we felt good about where we were money wise. Jennifer's car was brand new and mine was only 3 years old. Mine was paid for and hers was half ours.
We were not anywhere nearly ready to own a home in part because we had not decided exactly where we wanted to live yet. Our apt was downtown and very new. So our living quarters were near perfect for us. I was working for an Ad company and making very good money while Jennifer was working for the State department welfare.
Jennifer's job was very difficult dealing with single mothers and welfare and single fathers who did not want to help in anyway in raising kids they had fathered or not. In lots of cases the mothers targeted the wrong man as the father. Black women and black fathers, white women and black fathers, Hispanic women and black fathers. What a mixed up mess. My wife's job gave me head aches just thinking about it.
We had been married for just under four years when I began to worry about Jennifer and her job problems. She was very flustered with several of the people she was trying to help. I was worried about her. Some of the young women she was helping were in some trouble with a pimp. And she was finally meeting with him to talk about letting the girls go. Three girls were black girls and two were white and all had worked for him. And she suspected some of then and maybe all were still working for him or at least still involved with him.
The day of her meeting with him she was very nervous. I knew she was to meet him at 4 pm and by 9 pm I was a little surprised she wasn't home And beginning to become worried. I had tried her phone several times but it had gone right to voice mail. I had text her a couple times with no answer.
It was 10:30 when she finally called me. She said her meeting with the guy had gotten moved back a couple hours so she had not met him until after 6 pm. It had lasted only about an hour and she'd gone back to work to catch a few things up. They have a Suit in their building they can stay over if they need to and as it had gotten late she had decided she needed to do that tonight.
I ask her why I couldn't get a hold of her by phone earlier? She said she had turned it silent during her meeting and forgot to turn it back up til she went to put it on the charger a few minutes ago.
Something about her story didn't quite ring true, but as worried as I had become I was sure it was just that. But her drive home was just a bit over 30 minutes during rush time. Now would be less than 20 likely? But she was probably very tired?
My wife is very attractive and I have always considered I married way above my level. She argues against that and says I am every bit as nice looking as she. But she is very good looking! Jen is slightly over 5' and is just about steady at 110lbs. She has short blonde hair and beautiful green eyes, Her figure is perfect. If anything her breasts may be slightly large for her small frame until you see her nude and then they are perfect in every way.
In the next several days Jen stayed twice more at the suit in their building which was unusual and we had not made love since before the day of her meeting with the pimp. I shrugged it off as that she was just very busy right then.
I came in the next evening to change from my work clothes to something more casual when Jen came from the shower in our bathroom. As she was drying off I noticed a dark mark on her right breast near her nipple. I ask her about it. She turned red in the face and as she looked at me.
"Oh my lover bit me last night while we made love."
And she laughed. And that is exactly what it looked like!
"Silly me as I leaned over to pick up my pen yesterday I jammed it on the corner of my desk and it is a little tender today. You can kiss it later if you want?"
That is not what it looked like. We did make love later that evening and I got a much better look at it. It looked much more like a suck mark put there on purpose. And I know how we can imagine things but my wife's vagina did not seen quite as tight as we made love as it should be? My mind was in that crazy place of she could be having sex with someone who has an extremely large penis?
Sex was great as usual and we fell asleep in each others arms.
Jen stayed at the suit twice more the next week. One of the nights she was home I ask about the pimp she was having an issue with. She replied it was all taken care of and no longer a problem.
The following week she stayed in 3 night. And was only home two. This was very unusual. A morning following one of the nights she stayed in I happened to run in to Carl Banks one of the junior partners with my company. He turned to me and he grinned.
"Wow I saw your wife last night in a club down town on the lower East side."
"What the heck were you doing down there?"
"Oh I had some clients from out of town down there entertaining them. Three negro guys and they enjoy the strip joints. God she has a fantastic set of tits on her. And the prettiest clean shaven pussy I have ever seen. I even called her Jennifer. She smiled and ask how I knew her name?"
"What did you say?"
"I told her I work with her husband. She smiled and told me to be sure to tell you. I actually began to think it was Jennifer, but one of the guys that were with me got a private lap dance in the back room. He was gone nearly an hour. When he came back he said she fucks as good as she looks. So if it was Jennifer she took bbc last night."
As I walked off I had to laugh at the fact Jen wasn't home the night before. And I wondered if his Jennifer had a mark near the nipple on her right breast?
A couple hours later I saw him again and I ask him if his Jennifer had suck marks on her breasts? He laughed again.
"Nope only one faint one near the nipple on her right breast. But it is very dark and bigger now because James hit it again hard. He says she marks real easy. They may have them all over after tonight though?"
"Why is that?"
"Well her pimp was there and he ask if she did private dances? Her pimp said she does. So he hired her to dance in their room tonight. And he says she'll fuck us all."
"So you are going over there too?"
"You bet I am and I sure hope I get my cock in that little blonde bitch too."
"Take pictures I want to see how much she looks like my Jen?"
I was surprised Jen stayed in the suit again that night so I didn't see her. I had really wanted to see for sure the mark on her breast from the corner of her desk was gone.
I ran into Carl first thing the next morning and he was grinning like he'd won the lottery.
"So how did it go last night did your Jennifer show up?"
He flipped his phone up and there on his screen was a woman who looked enough like my Jen to have been her. She was naked on their coffee table and her breasts even looked like Jen's.
"Wow she does look like my Jennifer. Did you get to fuck her?"
"I watched all three of my clients fuck her and she is still the best fuck I have ever had. I will admit watching her fuck the black guy was nearly as fun as doing her myself. I would give my left nut to fuck her again. I got 30 or more picks on here for you. Look them over."
He mailed them to my phone and I went back to my office. As I sat in my office alone I had a chance to sit and actually study the photos. Before I did I down loaded to the computer in my office so I could see them on my big screen. It took several minutes to do this and I looked at them on my phone as I waited. He has photos of her with each of his clients and a few as she fucked him. His Jennifer looked amazingly like my wife. I could see him sucking on her tit just below her left nipple with her head thrown back enjoying the sucking to her bare breast. Even they looked just like Jen's breasts.
My computer dinged and the pictures were ready to view on it. As I brought them up on my large screen the images looked even more like my wife. Could it be Jen in these photos? She was gone last night. My cock began to get even harder. I was for the first time looking at these pictures as if it really could be my wife fucking four men in a hotel room and # of them negro clients of ours and the fourth man a co-worker of mine whom she knows casually.
Oh, my God could this really be Jennifer? There was a knock on my door and it opened. Carl stuck his head in and smiled at me.
"So what do you think now, big guy?"
"I think you fucked my wife last night."
"And watched 3 black clients do her first. I know my Jennifer is your Jennifer, She admitted it to me last night. She is mixed up with this pimp. And has been now for a month or more. And if you give it thought from a business stand point do you know how some one like Jennifer could help out?"
"Have you signed our 3 clients to a large contract?"
"Yes I have and if I admit it your wife was a huge part of getting that done."
"So you are saying we need to either put Jennifer under contract or her pimp?"
"Well she helped me get a very nice contract with these guys. Check her left nipple tonight when you take her to bed. She has two little suck marks right under her nipple I put there."
