Maria's point of view...
Over the last several months, my marriage to Tony had hit a pothole. I'd been overstressed at work, traveling a lot, no time to exercise and I admit that I ate my stress. I was eating ice cream every night, to go along with at least 3 glasses of wine. A few nights a week, I'd wake up at 2:00 on the couch and drag myself to bed. I put on 30 lbs over the last 10 months. My ass had gotten quite big.
Tony never said anything regarding my weight gain, but a coldness overcame us. He never kissed me or touched me, unless he wanted sex. We had been arguing quite a bit lately, we were very short with each other.
I did have to go buy some new clothes and I was up to a size 12. About the only positive aspect of my weight gain were my boobs were now a 36DD, up from a D.
However, Tony never really had the opportunity to enjoy them, because sex was usually the last thing on my mind. We were averaging sex once every 4-6 weeks or so, and it was always because Tony had gotten horny enough to initiate it.
On a Monday, I had to go on a 2 day business trip to Atlanta. The night before, we got into a big fight about money and he'd accused me of driving up our credit card bills. It was the culmination of a long, shitty timeframe in our marriage, and I'd just had it with the stress and unhappiness. That night, I slept on the couch and cried myself to sleep.
I flew Delta into Atlanta Monday afternoon and landed early in the afternoon and went straight to my hotel. I did some prep work, when I received a phone call from one of my clients cancelling the meeting due to some "emergency."
This was the last thing I needed. I was hoping to put a dent into my sales quota, which I had underachieved for two straight quarters.
I went out to a restaurant and sat right at the bar for not so Happy Hour.
I started off by having two glasses of Chardonnay and the crowd at the bar started picking up. There was an empty stool next to me, when a very handsome black man in a suit sat next to me.
We sat there nursing our drinks in silence. I ordered a salad with chicken and once I ordered, he turned to me and said, "That sounds good, I think I'll order the same thing."
He introduced himself as Dontae and told me he was in commercial lending at a local bank. We got to talking about our jobs and for some reason, I felt a weird comfort level with Dontae. I started blurting out what had happened with my meeting getting cancelled the next day and how it frustrated me.
Dontae was sympathetic and listened to me without interruption nodding his head, looking me in the eyes as I spoke. It felt good to actually have someone listen to me, as opposed to Tony who would be rolling his eyes and trying to cut me off with what I was trying to say.
Dinner came, we each had a few more drinks, Dontae was drinking light beer, and the conversation continued on. I noticed he didn't have a wedding ring, and when he spoke of his life, he spoke more about his sister's family and his parents.
I got up to go to the bathroom, and as I walked away I looked out of the corner of my eye, and I could see Dontae checking me out. I thought, "Black men don't mind a little extra junk in the trunk on their women."
As I came back, he smiled and stood up as I sat down.
Dinner ended and he had been so nice, I picked up his dinner with my corporate card, which I would expense. I was feeling a little drunk at this point, but feeling the happiest I'd felt in months. It was nice to be listened to for a change.
I asked Dontae what he was going to do now, and he said nothing. I decided to go for it.
"I'm heading back to my hotel, would you like to stop at the bar there for a drink with me?"
He said yes and we walked the 4 blocks to the hotel, chatting about the local area.
As we got to the hotel, I called an audible. I didn't really want the evening to end. I didn't really want another drink. Instead, I said, "What do you think about us skipping the drink and going to my room instead?"
Dontae said, "What about your husband?"
I responded, "I've slept with another man before and he says it turns him on."
Dontae shrugged his shoulders and followed me to the elevator.
We got into the room and I put my arms around him and looked up. I'm 5'9" and Dontae was about 3-4 inches taller. He leaned down and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth.
We stood their kissing for a few moments, when I reached up, took his coat off, and undid his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. He cupped his hands on my cheek as he kissed me. I felt a warmness fill my body.
I had Dontae's shirt off and it was obvious he kept himself in good shape, with chiseled arms and abs. He had undressed me down to my bra and underwear. He reached and grabbed ahold of my breast and squeezed it. Then reached around and unclasped my bra, unleasing my big boobs. Dontae promptly began sucking on them.
I undid Dontae's pants, pulled them down and grabbed a hold of his penis. It was a decent size, I'd had bigger, and began pumping his hard rod. He pulled my pants down and began squeezing my ample ass with both hands. He seemed to like what I had. It felt good to feel sexy again.
