Ch 40: Ms. Marca Meets Her Husband
Everyone ask how we got together and it is a long story but I’ll make it short. He had been a widower for a few years. He lost his wife and little girl (3 years old) in a car wreck, and was not into seeing anyone, it was almost a year before he went out on a date. I was told that he just went into a shell and just did nothing but work to get his mind off his lose. After about 3 years he did have a date once in awhile. One day he asks his secretary did she know anyone that was a real looker that would go with him to a black tie dinner?
She called a friend of mind who was a model, tall blond very nice looking girl, and asks her if she would like a date with her boss for a black tie thing. Of course the answer was yes, but when the secretary told her the date of the dinner, the blond had to turn it down. She had a shoot and she would be gone during that week. The secretary asks did she know anyone who was good looking that might go out with him. “What type of girl does he like” Well he goes for tall, dark hair and someone who can carry on a conversation. I’ve got just the girl for you he will love her. What the blond did not hear was the word HAIR, all she knew he liked tall dark girls. No jokes about a blond!
A few days later I get a call from him and he introduced himself and we talked on the phone for about 20 minutes. Something told me to meet him before the dinner, so I suggest that we meet for a drink and he could tell me more about the black tie affair. (I made good points with that) We were to have a drink at a bar near his office the next day after work. I went to the place a few minutes early and told the bartender who I was and that a gentleman would be asking for me and that I would be over at that table. He comes in about 10 minutes after me and I see him asking the bartender something and turns to look around and than I see the look on his face.
OH! I could see he did not know I was of mix race, I have a mix of Latin, white, black and god knows what else blood and some call it the Tiger Wood rule. I told myself “Girl just be cool I’ll make the most of it.” He comes over introduces himself and orders a drink and we began to talk. He was a gentleman, a very tall good-looking gentleman and very polite he had manners. I know he was looking for some way to get out of this, so I decided to let him out easy. (Big of me) “You were not told I was black were you?” No I wasn’t! He told me it was a business type black tie dinner and I knew he would be uneasy about taking me. We had one more drink and said our good-byes and went our separate ways. I was not hurt from not being asked he made me feel good, I had been in the company of a gentleman and I felt good about myself. I think that was a first, I had not been around a man who was not trying to get in my pants like that in my life, he was Mr. Right.
About 5 weeks later I get a call and was ask if I would like to have dinner? He said that he had made a mistake not taking me to the dinner. Would you just give me one more chance to make it up to you? “Yes” We have been having dinners ever since.
OH is that not sweet, what a Lifetime movie that would make. For you ass holes that is the channel we girls watch to get a good cry over. OH GO FUCK YOURSELF! I know what you said.
Back to my story.
My husband is 15 years older than me and is a very much the businessman, who watches his ways because of his business operations. He is the perfect man all us girls have been looking for all our life. I married a man who has made me very comfortable and I have all I want..what a life. But as Paul Harvey would say “The rest of the story!” My husband is not what I had been use to when it comes to sex. To put it on the table..not a good lover to say the least. Least that is a good word, he is one of those men (6’2” 195/205 lbs. Gray hair looks good on men) just a Hunk, until he drops his pants and what is between his legs, that is no way a hunk. I have found over the years that a man who is not endowed is not much of a lover, not that they don’t try. It’s got to be something in their mind that since they don’t have Mr. 9 inch they can’t make a woman happy. Out side of the nice house, car, fur coat, my shopping, our sailing trips to the West Indies, will they are right! I’m just being honest, hey when you have spent the night at the Four Season it’s hard to go and stay at Motel 6. I have had the big ones and I know the difference. When a woman tells you it doesn’t make her any difference, she has not been fucked by the guys I have.
I had 4 or 5 dates with him before I let him make a move on me in a sexual way and I had not seen him in anything but a business suite. You just can’t tell what kind of a package a guys has when they wear that type of pants. (Damn) The night I let him explore me was a night that told me he might be the CEO/President of the company and a smart businessman, but boy I’m the CEO when it comes to sex. I let him start as the aggressor but I soon saw that he needed help in making this a complete transaction.
