I am a Trinidadian married with three children, and for the past few years since I’ve been with my husband Ronald I would have never envisioned myself cheating on him. However, throughout the years as our love making became tedious I couldn’t help but envision myself being humped by someone other then him. Although, I didn’t have the courage within myself to fulfill my hidden desires of taking in a foreign prick, my cowardice began to sway when I met a young man named Jashaun.
Being a home health care worker I occasionally do overnighters with some of the elderly patients I attend to, and while taking care of one of those clients I work for named Lesley, my sexual life change. One evening at Lesley’s house around 10pm someone came ringing on her doorbell. Cautiously looking through the peek hole I see a young dark skin male sporting a white tied down do rag underneath a red baseball cap. Although, he is around the age of my son and is very handsome I was hesitant to unlock the door because he looked like someone who was no stranger to trouble. However, Lesley with her loud southern voice shouted from her bedroom window, which faced the front of the house that’s my grandson Dana, let his ass in here. So without hesitation, I had opened up the door and let him in.
Walking through the door her grandson passed by me as if I didn’t exist. However, I couldn’t help myself from being turned on by his muscular biceps, perfect hairless chest that teasingly displayed though, his wife beater shirt and the swell in his pants seeming as if it wanted to pop out of his baggy jeans. As Jashaun is seated besides Lesley, she introduced us. With a big grin written across his face Jashaun, slowly rises off his grand mothers mattress and then surprisingly gives me a kiss on my cheek, then begun to thank me for taking care of his elderly grand mother. Even though, I wanted to believe in my 40+ years intuition as to what Lesley’s grandson was trying to accomplish and did, I had many doubts, until the next evening came around putting my skepticism to rest.
While arriving the next day a half-hour before my starting time, I run into Jashaun, who was sitting at the top of his grandmothers Brownstone porch in an old wooden chair smoking a cigarette. Jashaun informs me that his grand mother has taken her medicine, which drowsy effects will probably have her sleeping through my whole 12-hour shift, therefore, I could either go back home or hang out with him inside his grandmothers house making free doe without any reluctance I said yes into being his company for the night. However, I didn’t stay for the easy money added to my paycheck although it won’t hurt I wanted to see if Jashaun was bold enough to try coming on to me. With delight he quickly pulls out a bottles of Smirnoff and lights the cigarette I had dangled on my lips.