Holy crap! Was it really possible that my wife was going to fuck my boss tonight?
Beau called for the check and a few minutes later we strolled down the brick cobbled walkway to the bar where the band was playing. As soon as we entered the smoky, dimly lighted club, Blondie hooked her arm through his and said,
“C’mon, Big Boss Man, take me out there an’ show Dickie boy how to keep his woman happy!”
Handing me her purse, she said, “Make yourself useful an’ grab those three open stools at the bar an’ order us a drink. I’ll bring your boss back in a while, d’accord?”
She pulled Beau onto the dance floor and they began to boogie…her without inhibition…him with more restraint…apparently more concerned than Blondie with the many pairs of eyes following them. Blondie always attracted male attention but this was different. This was, after all, the city of Mobile, in South Alabama, where black males, even executive types in expensive suits, still weren’t frequently seen dancing with white women in those days. The lingering existence of that particular social taboo didn’t appear to have any impact on my tipsy babe, who quickly began incorporating a variety of overtly suggestive moves in her dancing. Looking around and seeing no familiar faces, I thought,
“Thank god, the crowd appears to be mostly tourists and business travelers tonight!”
There were only four other blacks in the room; two couples sharing a table between the bar and the dance floor from me. Smiling to myself, I wondered how shocked those watching would be if they knew just how much that beautiful blonde, white woman liked black dick. Blondie had been having sex with other men while I watched since her twenty-fifth birthday and how that came to pass is related in two stories in Loving Wives: How Blondie Became a Hotwife and Blondie Finally Begins Her Hotwife Life.
She’d had her first black lover just two years ago, an event proving to be of major consequence. Impressed with the sexual prowess of black men and the size of their equipment, she’d quickly developed a fondness for the forbidden pleasures of interracial sex. The heightened eroticism of culturally prohibited intercourse made my small, white, Southern sweetie highly responsive to black men, to the extent that she could sometimes achieve orgasm with them during intercourse, something she did infrequently with her white partners, including me.
Blondie looked great with her perfect makeup, her platinum hair, her cream-colored suit with the pink blouse, short skirt and sexy pink, high heels, out there strutting her stuff. Beau’s concerns seemed to be waning as he gradually relaxed, appearing to be mesmerized by my lovely, alluring Southern belle, who was ever more flagrantly flaunting her glowing sexuality. I told myself once again to just let it play out, to wait and see where the evening took us. When Blondie drank like she was drinking tonight, she could become very impetuous and very determined to get what she wanted—and very unhappy with me if I tried to prevent it.