Chapter 1

 

"I sure love to see your big white titties bouncin' and jiggling while I pour the meat to you," he said, slamming his black cock in and out of me. "I love to hear you squall when I ram my hard cock in your cunt." I didn't say so out loud, but there wasn't going to be much squalling with his dick. That night I had already had two that were much bigger. One of them did cause a lot of squalling.

My name is Susan Goodman. I'm a white woman, Forty-two years old with a husband and two children. I have a degree from a very good college and my husband is very successful. Why then was I spreading my legs for a series of black men? To find out I suppose I should go all the way back to high school.

 

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My older brother was interested in photography. Once he talked my best friend in to modeling for him. Sally was more than willing to take her clothes off and display her hard firm body for the camera. My brother didn't ask me to model for him. In retrospect I guess Brother may have been uncomfortable asking his own sister to pose for him. Oh sure, I suppose I was considered a bit fat. I overheard some of the boys in school refer to me as Porky. Anyway, my brother submitted Sally's photos to a men's magazine and the bitch won second place in some girl next door contest. In all honesty I was bright green with envy. As it turned out I was just a late bloomer. During the summer between my junior and senior year everything I had longed for, prayed for, and dreamed of, happened. I went into a growth spurt. Almost overnight I was no longer the little chubby girl that hung around with Sally.

The growth spurt caused my parents a lot of concern and a lot of money to replace the clothing I quickly outgrew. I went through bras almost before I could wear them. The doctor told us that we had no reason to be concerned. He said my body was just catching up.

I won't lie. I loved my new body with my firm thirty eight C boobs. I also loved the attention I got from the boys. My brother even mentioned that we should take some pictures, but I was still pissed about Sally and held out for several months before I finally let him. Nothing too wild because he was my brother for pity sakes. Just some near topless stuff. He called them teaser shots.

In freshman year at college I discover a reality. Big breasts might get a guy's attention, but they won't keep it for very long. Since I wanted to remain a virgin for my husband, when he finally came along, I became very adept at hand and blow jobs. When that didn't last long, I surrendered my butt to be screwed. Semi-virgin was what some called it. By my sophomore year I had given it all up. I let one of the football players have my cherry.

I wasn't a loose woman. I didn't let just anybody fuck me, but the word got around that I could be had if they took their time. Most of the time I relied on my skills as a jack-off artist until the fourth or fifth date. After that, if I like the guy, I would give him head. The other girls in my dorm couldn't understand why I never spit the cum out. The simple truth is I liked to swallow, and I actually liked the taste of semen. Besides it was neater that way. I mean what is a girl to do with a mouthful of cum, for pity sakes?

I met Steve Goodman during my senior year. Not only did he get to first base on the first date, but he hit a home run. There was just something about him that caused me to let him have me on the first date. I don't know who was more surprised. Me or Steve.

Steve was a couple years older than I was. He was doing graduate work, getting his master's degree. He was suave and polished and nothing like most of the other men I dated. Also Steve came from a rich family and he had money to spend on me. Not that that was necessary, but it was nice to be able to go to nice places.

Chapter 2

 

When Steve asked me to marry him, I didn't have to give it a lot of thought. We were married two weeks after I graduated and we both took to married life like ducks to water.

Steve was working for his father and I had babies. At least for a while. When the youngest started school, I started to work. It was only part time and since it was a position with one of Steve's vendors they were more than happy to adjust my schedule.

As the kids became more self-sufficient, I increased my work hours and became full-time after the youngest left for college. Last year it dawned on me that I was getting little, if any, satisfaction from working and we certainly didn't need the money so I quit. I guess that's when things became...weird, for lack of a better word.

Steve and I had always enjoyed a great and active sex life. I'm sure there is not much that two people can do that we didn't try at least once. More than once if we liked it. I denied him nothing because there was nothing about sex that I didn't like. I suppose that was why I was so shocked when I found out that Steve had cheated on me. I was shocked because I had not let myself go. I was still in pretty good shape for anyone my age and even most younger women.

I made the discovery mostly by accident. Steve's Father was RIP (retired in place). Steve had taken over most of the workload of CEO. The nature of Steve's job caused him to travel a lot, but usually not more than a couple of days at a time. After Steve had moved up to the number two spot in the company, he brought his lifelong friend, Tony Spears up with him.

I didn't actually dislike Tony, he just wasn't a favorite person of mine. I tolerated him with as much grace as I could muster and I was careful to never say anything bad about him where Steve could hear. Steve took Tony with him on most of the business trips whenever he could get away with it. I knew that because Tony's wife, Jan, usually called me to complain about it. It was Jan's call that got me to thinking. She mentioned that Steve and Tony were in Boston and I clearly remembered Steve telling me they were going to Chicago. After the suspicion started I began to notice other small changes in Steve. Nothing major, but a few subtle changes in his manner. Like cursing more. Using the word "fuck" a lot, and especially when we were in bed together. He called me slut a few times which was unusual. Not that I minded all that much. I considered myself to be his slut.

 

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One day while Steve and his sidekick were supposed to be out of town one of the VPs called and ask to speak with Steve. I informed him that Steve was out of town and it seemed to confuse him. He mumbled that he was sure he saw Steve going into the Midtown Hotel that morning. I assured him he was mistaken. Had I not watched him pack? Had I not seen him carry his bag to the car? Now I was really curious.

It doesn't really require a great investigative mind when someone is just plain stupid as Steve was. The silly bastard used his own name to register at the hotel. It only cost me a hundred dollars to get the night desk clerk to give me the records of his stays at the hotel.

Shortly after Steve announced another trip out of town, I was disguised and waiting in the hotel lobby when Steve and Tony came in. I waited another few minutes and the object of the hotel trip arrived. I was close enough to hear her ask for Mister Goodman's room.

Steve had purchased a nice digital camera and I used it to get plenty of photos of Miss Hotpants. Strangely, I wasn't terribly angry. I was mostly curious and a little baffled. The woman was nearly my age and not as good looking if I do say so myself. She was still in fair shape if a little hip-sprung. I wondered for a moment if Steve was covering for his friend Tony. I dismissed that as silly because it made no sense. Since I didn't see myself barging into the room and causing an undignified scene, I went on home.

Chapter 3

 

I pride myself of being straight forward and aboveboard in everything I do. I applied that attitude to the problem. When Steve came home I calmly handed him the prints of the photos and asked him who she was. He couldn't have been more shocked if I had slapped him. For a few minutes he stared at the photos and didn't say anything.

"Her name is Ann," he finally said. "Ann Williams. She works for us."

"So who's fucking her? You or Tony?" I asked, keeping my voice matter of fact.

"Both of us," he answered after swallowing hard a couple of times.

"At the same time?" I asked. "Together?" He nodded slowly. "You and Tony?" I was surprised and I was running out of intelligent questions. I don't know what I expected, but his answers wasn't it. "Tell me about it," I said.

"What do you want to know?" Steve asked, looking like he wished he was somewhere else.

"Everything," I snapped. "Start with how long you and your old pal have been team fucking that whore." I made an effort to get back in control of my emotions. "When did it start?" I asked in a calmer tone.

"A few months ago," he answered miserably. "Tony and I were just discussing old times and he mentioned about us fucking Alice Morrow in school. We had done that several times and found we both liked sharing a girl. One of us said we should do it again. Tony said it, I think. I said I didn't know where Alice had got to and we laughed. A few days later Tony told me he knew that Ann Williams in accounting liked group sex. I don't know how he knew it and didn't ask. Anyway, Tony set it up and we met with Ann a couple of days later. Been doing it a couple of times a month since then. God Sue, I swear I never jumped the fence before that. I never cheated on you."

"Except for your whore," I said bitterly. Suddenly I was really pissed off. I let into Steve. I called him every foul name I could think of. To his credit, he took it like a man. I finally ran out of new things to call him so I started over.

"I'm sorry, Sue," he said when I stopped yelling. "I never meant to hurt you." That piss-poor excuse set me off again, but instead of talking, I stormed out of the house and went to a movie until I calmed down.

Steve was in bed faking sleep when I got home. That suited me because I wasn't in no frame of mind to talk anyway. I got my pillow and went to the guest room. He left quietly the next morning while I faked sleep.

 

***

 

Over the next few days there was an armed truce in the house. We were both polite, but cool to each other. During this time I considered my options, which as it turned out wasn't that complicated. Stay married or divorce him were the two major options. There were some subsets of those two things. I could take him for half of everything he had and then some. I could forgive and forget, or make his life miserable. Actually I had a pretty good time considering all the things I could do to Steve.

The bottom line was simple. I love Steve and I didn't want a divorce. I didn't want to skin him out of everything he had. That was just not my nature. However, I was having some trouble with that 'forgive and forget' bit.