For the fourth night in a row he awoke with sweat on his brow. Sweat on his brow and a raging boner. These were the rare times when he was glad that his wife had kicked him out of their bedroom because of his snoring. The bitch rarely put out for him anyway, and at least sleeping in the guest room he could fire up his laptop and look at porn. He reached for his cock, finding it under a thick fold of his belly. He stroked it between his thumb and forefinger, holding it the way you would grab a cork from a once opened wine bottle.
The dream troubled him deeply. His wife cumming over and over on a huge black cock. In the dreams the orgasms looked just like pornstar orgasms, the only female orgasms Jared had ever seen. Jared had never cared much one way or another whether his wife could cum, but in these dreams her orgasms were the most prominent feature. Jared tried to push the dream out of his head. He opened his computer to watch some good wholesome teen porn. That was real man porn! He scanned through the thumbnails in the teen porn category before clicking on one called tiny teens punished by huge cocks. His wife Betsy had been tiny when he met her, but that was many years and a few pounds ago. In fairness to Betsy, her looks had held up a lot better than Jared's.
The first couple of scenes were hot, and on another night they may have even excited Jared. The third scene got Jared spinning. A tiny redhead with freckles stretched over a huge black cock. Her pleasure looked so real. The dream came rushing back. As he looked at the tiny redhead, he saw his wife's face. Could women really enjoy those huge cocks? Could white women really enjoy fucking black men? Could his own wife really want that? He was humiliated to even think about it. Jared had spent his whole life being manly. In high school, he had played manly sports. He drove a manly truck. He had a manly gun. He served two years in the Marines. When he had been employed, he had a manly job. He even had beat up a fag once. All of his credentials said M-A-N.
Jared wished he had never gone to the loving wives section at his favorite porn story site. Ever since he read that story, he couldn't stop thinking about a big black cock pleasing his wife. In his dreams, he would even suck off that big black cock. There was no sense resisting. He opened the story again.
There it was, cock sucking cuckold. The first time Jared opened it, he had opened it by mistake. He was expecting a story about a loving wife. What he found instead was the story of a wife fucking another man, humiliating her husband, and the husband enjoying it. It was everything that was wrong with America. Jared had only read a few paragraphs before the cum started leaking out of his cock. He hated that. As soon as he wiped the cum off his fingers, he would leave some nasty comments about how unmanly the author was. He reached for the kleenex box on the nightstand finding it empty. He thought about licking the cum off his hand, but after his orgasm, it did not seem like a good idea. He headed towards the bathroom and was surprised by Betsy in the hallway. He must have been holding his hand awkwardly because she looked at it immediately and saw the cum. Through the open door of the guest room, she saw the glow of the computer screen and looked at Jared with an expression of pity and contempt. Embarrassed, Jared went on the offensive.
" Maybe if you would service me once in a while, I wouldn't have to jack off to porn."
Betsy turned away without responding and headed towards the kitchen. Sometimes she yearned for sex, but Jared's passive-aggressive bullshit and his apparent disinterest in her pleasure made it difficult. She let him think it was his small cock, but in truth it would not have mattered if his cock was huge.
Jared went back to the computer and pounded out some rage filled comments. You faggots who write cuckold stories aren't men! This does not belong in Loving wives! He felt better... reassured. He read the story one more time to make sure how much he hated it. He hated it again as soon as he finished cumming.
Betsy could have passed for beautiful if not for the bitter look on her face. She still had brilliant green eyes, and she touched up the little bit of gray in beautiful red hair. She was 135 now, compared to 115 in high school, but her 5'7 frame carried it well, and the few pounds plumped up her pert c-cup breasts. She lingered at the mirror, happy that her porcelain skin was still taut and unwrinkled, and her nipples were still rosebud pink. She sometimes longed for children, but when she looked at her 40 year old body, she was happy that it had not endured pregnancy. Her tummy was flat, and her round ass was well defined over her slim legs.
Betsy got into the Red Tesla S she had purchased with her bonus last year. She deserved it after being the sole supporter of the family for the last four years. She did not even talk to Jared before she bought it, and the one key always lived in her purse. She knew it drove Jared crazy, but if she was going to earn all the money, and still have to clean the house and shop, then damn it, she was not going to let him drive her car. Jared stayed in his underwear all day, except on trash day or lawn mowing day, when he would do the only housework he deemed manly enough.
Betsy thought the boss might have ulterior motives in giving her such a big bonus. Sure, she had brought in some big new accounts, but when she talked to peers who were similarly successful, none of them had been given such big bonuses. The thing that stumped her was that she was pretty sure her boss, Moses, was gay.
Moses was tall and slender, and always impeccably dressed. His GQ style was very out of place in South Carolina. He was handsome in a way. His coal black skin was flawless. If you saw a picture of him, you would think it was photoshopped. All this made his bright eyes and perfect teeth stand out even more. Betsy wondered why a single, wealthy, and educated black man from Seattle would accept a job in South Carolina. A lot had changed in South Carolina since Boeing had come to town, but a lot had still not changed. Jared still had a confederate flag on the back of his truck. She wondered if that was the reason Jared was not hired when the new plant opened. He was a machinist, and Boeing was still advertising for them after Jared was passed over.
When Betsy got to work, she plugged her Tesla in next to Moses's. Moses had the chargers installed right after Betsy got her car. They were right at the front of the building, and only handicapped spots were closer. As she rode up the elevator, her phone went off. Betsy, come to my office right away, Moses.
There was clear tension in the office. Betsy had not even heard about the crash. Moses was on the phone to Chicago. As soon as he got off, he addressed Betsy.
"They want us to go to Ethiopia right now. A max crashed. HQ wants us there for both the media and the airline. A car is waiting to take us to the plane." Jared said quickly.
"I don't even have a tooth brush..." Betsy wavered.
"You will have time to make a list of what you need while you are on the plane. Someone will meet us at the airport when we arrive. The PR firm is already on the way." Moses assured her.
"I am not PR... I am not engineering... why me?" Betsy asked.
"They want me there... I want you there," Moses said cryptically.
On the plane, Moses was on the phone, speaking in a language Betsy didn't understand. When he got off, Betsy asked if it was Ethiopian.
"Ahmeric," Moses replied.
"Are you Ethiopian?" Betsy asked, embarrassed that she did not know more about her boss.
"Kenyan, but Ahmeric is common in both countries," Moses replied without a hint of condescension.
Betsy flushed, both from embarrassment and attraction.
"I hope Jared understood the need to have you come on this trip. I can call him and explain the importance if you wish." Moses said thoughtfully.
"Oh my God! I haven't even told him yet!" Betsy's blush deepened.
Eavesdropping on the conversation, Moses overhear Jared's protests about who would cook his meals. He also heard the conspicuous lack of endearments or concerns about time apart. Moses called his secretary, having him arrange for uber eats to stop by Husk and take the best dinner Sean could make to Jared.
"Oh my God!" Betsy repeated herself... "I have heard so much about Husk... I have been wanting to try it! Jared would probably be happier with Cracker Barrel, but it is still exciting."
"It will be a few nights... we can order Cracker Barrel tomorrow." Moses laughed.
Moses then looked seriously at Betsy, locking his unnaturally bright eyes on her brilliant green ones. I know this is wildly inappropriate, but this is going to be a very stressful few days. The future of Boeing may rest on our ability to spin this crash as pilot error. It is going to be very unpopular to blame this on the pilots" Moses's voice trailed off. "I want you to help me relax."
"Relax?" Betsy looked at him quizzically, not understanding.
"Make love to me." Moses said confidently, again locking on her eyes.
Betsy forgot she should be offended. Her face flushed. She could feel her nipples and pussy immediately engorge. "Oh my God" she whispered.
"You say that often." Moses smiled. "Let me make you scream it."
Betsy stared dumbfounded. Her lip quivered. She was speechless.
Moses gently took her hand and took Betsy to the private cabin at the rear of the corporate 777.
Betsy's head was spinning. Here she was at 35,000 feet over the Atlantic, living in a different world. Her slender porcelain hand enveloped in the large coal hand of a corporate elite.
Closing the door, Moses turned Betsy to face a full length mirror. He regarded her sweetly as he slowly reached around to unbutton her blouse. His fingers moved deftly, caressing her as he unbuttoned. In the mirror, Betsy could see the large red blotches on her neck and chest as her perfect alabaster skin failed to conceal her excitement. She stared at the perfect pink nail beds on moses's slender but powerful hands, and how they contrasted with his dark skin... and how his dark skin contrasted with her milky skin.
Moses unclasped the front of her bra, releasing her plump but perky breasts. He cupped their weighty firmness.
"Oh my God" Betsy whispered, feeling as though she may faint.
