My husband accepted a position in a new firm. We bought a house and moved to a much larger city than usual. I was very excited since my husband's job came with a hefty salary increase, which allowed us to get a bigger house than we expected, and I was able to furnish it nicer than I thought I would be able to.
Things were going well at first, but because my husband was trying to prove himself at his new job, I had a lot of alone time. Initially, it wasn't an issue, but I had no friends to spend time with because we were new to the area.
People in the neighborhood were very nice, but they were all two-family incomes, so they were also concentrating on their careers. Any interactions with the neighbors were left for the weekends.
I got a brainstorm to have a pool party and a cookout so we could meet all the neighbors and also had hubby invite some of his co-workers. All the neighbors accepted our invitation, and a few of my husband's co-workers, including his boss, accepted.
The day of the party was a warm, sunny day. It was perfect for a pool party. I have always been active. When I was younger, I was a cheerleader involved in dance and gymnastics, so I exercised a great deal and was always conscious of my body.
Because of that, I never shied away from showing off my five-foot-seven-inch, one-hundred and twenty-seven-pound body with 36C breasts, long legs, and an ass many have told me was nice.
I guess that is why I didn't think much of wearing a bikini at the party. My husband never complained that I was too revealing, so I was comfortable with my choice. Everyone was having fun as the party went on, and things were going great. As I said, I was feeling good about wearing my bikini. That was until I was in the kitchen refilling some dishes and heard a few of my husband's co-workers talking outside the window. They commented on my body and what they would want to do to me sexually.
I couldn't see who was doing the talking. I only knew it was co-workers because I didn't recognize the voices to be neighbors. I know I should have been upset by what they were saying, but I have to confess I stood there and listened to it all and got turned on by what they were saying.
They moved away from the window and mixed in with the other guests, so I had no idea who they were. I could mingle once all the guests were greeted, and I made sure they had drinks and knew where the food was. My husband called me over while talking with a tall, muscular black man.
When I approached them, I could see the black man checking me out. My husband introduced me and told me Mr. Dennis was his new boss. I extended my hand to welcome him to our home. He told me it was a pleasure to be here. As soon as he opened his mouth, I knew he was the guy talking outside the window.
I felt myself become flushed once I realized who was saying such things. I felt guilty that I enjoyed hearing what he was saying, but our alone time had suffered with hubby working long hours.
Mr. Dennis, my hubby, and I continued to talk until other guests called hubby away. Mr. Dennis continued to speak with me. His eyes constantly scanned my body as we talked, and he took every advantage as we spoke to caress my arm. Mr. Dennis's eyes locked onto my tits, and his touches did not turn me off. It was just the opposite; I was turned on. I always fantasized about being with a black man, so my mind wandered into areas it never should have.
The more Mr. Dennis talked with me and checked me out, the more interested I got in him. Hubby returned and pulled Mr. Dennis away to speak with another co-worker about their thoughts on a project they were working on. Every time I looked over, I saw Mr. Dennis watching me. I was a bit flattered, but I was only catching him looking at me because I was looking over to see where and what he was doing. I felt guilty but justified it by thinking it was only a fantasy.
The party was a huge success, and everyone thanked us as they decided to go home. Mr. Dennis was one of the last ones to go, but before he left, he talked alone with me while hubby was saying his goodbyes to other guests. Mr. Dennis said he was so happy I invited him because he loves getting to know all his employees and their families. He said his tradition with new employees was to take them for lunch at his country club just after their husbands' start. He asked if I would be interested to have lunch with him.
I panicked, not sure what to do. I didn't want to alienate my husband's new boss, yet all I could hear was his comments about me while talking to others outside the kitchen window.
I quickly rationalized that it was only lunch at his country club, so what could go wrong? I quickly accepted his offer. He told me he would call me during the week to see what day would suit me.
With everyone gone from the party, I started to clean everything up. As I did, my mind wandered to Mr. Dennis, what he was saying, and how he looked at me. By the time I was done cleaning up, hubby was already asleep. Since he was sleeping, I sat in the family room and turned the television on to unwind.
Sitting on the sofa, I found my hand sliding into my panties and slowly rubbing my slit as I thought of what Mr. Dennis said he would like to do to me in bed. The more I remember his comments, the faster I rubbed, caressing my clit. My moaning got louder, and my hips rose off the sofa as I slipped two fingers into me. As I finger fucked myself faster and deeper, my moans became louder and louder. With one thrust of my hips upward to feel my fingers deeper, my body tensed, and I exploded into one wild orgasm.
I lay there after my orgasm and fell asleep on the sofa. Luckily, I woke up in the middle of the night naked on the couch with my bikini on the floor. That would have been hard to explain in the morning if hubby found me like that. I quietly crawled into bed and slept until morning.
I tried not to think about Mr. Dennis, but I was unsuccessful. My thoughts would go to him often. I was finding myself obsessed with what he said. It worried me, and I decided it might be in my best interest to decline his lunch invitation if he called.
My phone rang late Tuesday morning. I answered it, and it was Mr. Dennis. We made some small talk, and he asked if I would be available for lunch on Thursday. I opened my mouth to decline, but I found myself telling him that would be great. I couldn't explain what happened, but I couldn't back out now without embarrassing my husband.
Thursday came, and I don't know why, but I never told my husband about my lunch plans. I thought it was because I didn't want all the questions, but I questioned that excuse myself. I was concerned about what I was going to wear. I knew we were going to a country club, so it had to be dressy, but I didn't want it to be too sexy. I wore a mid-thigh maroon skirt, a rose-colored silk blouse, and nude heels. It was the most conservative outfit I have.
I walked into the restaurant and was guided to Mr. Dennis's table. He stood and greeted me as I approached him, giving me a peck on my cheek. "Wow, you look incredible in that outfit," he told me as he pulled my chair out.
I thanked him. Settling in, I took hold of the menu to look it over so I didn't have to make eye contact with him. We ordered lunch and chatted about many different topics. I must admit Mr. Dennis was quite charming and after I relaxed, I had a good time with him. We laughed as we talked about some experiences we had.
Mr. Dennis did direct the conversation to past love interests and experiences. By now, I had a few glasses of wine and felt a little more talkative than I should have been. I did tell him about my days as a cheerleader and how I was a star softball player in high school, which is what got me my scholarship to college.
Mr. Dennis became more flirtatious and a bit more forward. He reached across the table and took hold of my hand. My hand was covered by his huge, big black hand. It was very hot to see the color contrast of our skin. Mr. Dennis looked into my eyes and softly said, "You are a beautiful, amazing woman. You fascinate me."
I felt my face turn red as I raised my hand and wiggled my ring finger as I replied, "Mr. Dennis, you know I am a married woman."
Mr. Dennis apologized as he told me he was sorry if he overstepped, but he did say what was on his mind. Then, smirking, he said, "Besides, many married women need variety in their lives, too."
I assured him that I was not one of those women. He apologized again but reminded me I needed to call him if I changed my mind. He then told me with a smile that he usually gets what he wants. He then leaned in and softly kissed me on my lips. I didn't protest the kiss or respond to his remark. I thanked him for lunch, and we both headed our separate ways. However, I couldn't stop thinking about his statements. As I mentioned earlier, I always fantasized about being with a black man, and my interest was piqued even more now. But I knew I was a married woman, and it would always remain a fantasy.
When I returned home, I undressed and found myself standing naked in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom. I was so turned on by this new encompassing fantasy that my hands cupped my tits as I watched in the mirror. I fantasized they were Mr. Dennis's big black hands cupping and caressing my big tits. My eyes closed as I pictured Mr. Dennis standing behind me, kissing my neck as he stroked my tits and pinched my nipples.
I then felt his hand slide down my stomach and between my legs. My legs spread as I felt his hand rubbing my clit. My moans became louder as I visualized his strong arms holding me against his massive body. As my thoughts were of Mr. Dennis taking me, two fingers slid into my soaking wet cunt. They worked hard and fast in and out of me, bringing me to a leg-shaking orgasm that dropped me to my knees.
Later that afternoon, I received a phone call from my husband. He told me he needed to go out of town tomorrow for work. A few of the guys working on this project needed to go and meet with the client to clarify what needed to be done. He asked if I could get his luggage out so he could pack it when he got home.
This was a good chance for me. I would make a nice dinner, dress sexy, and get intimate with my hubby tonight. Maybe that would scratch the itch between my legs since I had been so horny for the past week, and nothing seemed to satisfy me.
I made my husband's favorite dinner and got myself all made up. He was excited about this trip since it was his first business trip. Dinner went well, and as I cleaned up, he packed. When I finished, I went up to the bedroom and caressed my hands over his body, rubbing down his back to his butt before I reached between his legs to take hold of his cock.
That is when I felt like I ran into a brick wall. I heard those dreaded words. "Honey, I'm exhausted and need to get to bed early. Can I have a rain check?"
I was shocked. I couldn't believe it. It had been over a month since he fucked me, and he was turning me down because of a trip. I didn't show my disappointment. I just told him to get to bed. I would be downstairs doing some things that needed to be done. I had nothing to do. I went and sat on the sofa and cried my eyes out. Was I not desirable anymore? Why did he not want me? I do whatever he likes and try to be a good wife to satisfy him.
I sat on the sofa sulking for about an hour before deciding to take care of my pleasure. I turned on the television and opened the app for the internet. I searched and found some interracial porn videos. I undressed and sat on the sofa naked, watching one video after the other. My hands caressed my tits before I moved my hands between my legs and brought me off three different times.
I must have passed out because it wasn't until I heard hubby get into the shower that I woke up. I was still distraught with hubby and didn't want to see or talk to him. I made myself scarce. I ensured that when his car got there to pick him up, I was in the shower, so I didn't have to hug or kiss him goodbye. My thought was that if he didn't want to fuck me last night, then he could go without interacting with me. I was so pissed that I didn't want to say goodbye.
Once I knew he was gone, I got out of the shower and dressed. I had no plans for the day. I was going to get some work done around the house. I no sooner started to clean the family room when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, a delivery person was standing there.
"Delivery, ma'am, please sign here."
"Thank you." I looked for a return address, but there was none. I reached for the table by the door and grabbed a tip for the delivery man.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said as he walked away.
I closed the door as I examined the envelope. There was no return address, just mine. I could feel something hard in it, like a credit card. I opened the envelope and opened the piece of paper in it. There was a room key wrapped in the note. The writing on the paper read: I will be in suite 1402 at 5:00 PM. No sense in being home alone; come and keep me company and have the time of your life. Mr. Dennis signed it.
I was shocked. I couldn't believe this guy. He didn't give up at all. I had no plans of taking him up on his offer. How dare he? I told him no numerous times. I threw the envelope and the key on the table and went about my cleaning.
My mind kept going back to the letter. My sexual frustration was not taken care of last night by my husband. Then, my thoughts went to the interracial videos I watched last night. I felt myself becoming aroused. "Could I? No, I can't. I am married. But I am so horny. I need to be fucked. What should I do?"
After hours of struggling with those questions, I decided I needed to do what was right. My husband didn't want me anymore. I needed more; I would never get a chance to satisfy my fantasies, so I was going!