We both knew I was Angelo's trophy wife. When I married an Italian who was seventeen years older than me it was understood it was a marriage of convenience rather than based on undying love.
Sure, we liked each other and had fun doing things together. We enjoyed doing many of the same things and shared mutual friends but it was obvious that a twenty-nine year old statuesque blonde and a pudgy forty-six year old hairy Italian was not a match made ion heaven.
Ang was the owner of a large General Motors dealership and kept me in a lifestyle I liked to become accustom to. We had a rambling stone ranch-style house on the fashionable North Shore Boulevard overlooking the waters of Lake Michigan. I had a Cadillac at my disposal, usually a convertible in the summer months and a CTS the remainder of the year. We employed a live-in cook/housekeeper and belonged to the elite Glendale Golf and Country Club. Life was good.
On the down side I had to tolerate a two hundred and sixty pound gorilla climbing on top of me most nights and releasing his days built up emotions into my willing body. It wasn't too bad, I knew how to move and feign I was enjoying it so Ang would blow his load in a few minutes and roll over to go to sleep. Having performed my duty I was free to enjoy another day.
Occasionally Ang would call on me to "entertain" someone who he was making a deal with. I was sort of the icing on the cake to seal the deal. It was usually an older guy, a bank manager or local politician he was seeking special consideration from. I didn't mind doing this for him as I was one of the best paid whores in town!
"I got a date for you Friday night." Ang said.
"Who is it?" I asked curious.
"Jim Stephenson, he's the head Honcho at G.M.A.C."
G.M.A.C. was General Motors Acceptance Corporation, the finance division of General Motors who held the "paper' on the dealership's inventory. With almost a thousand units in stock it was over a million bucks!
"The usual?" I asked.
"Yea, your booked into the Four Seasons." Ang answered.
The Four Seasons was a luxury downtown hotel. The "usual" consisted of dinner and a night in one of the hotel's suites. It was my job to make my date "happy" by giving him whatever he wanted.
As usual I did my homework on Stephenson to get an idea who I would be fucking. Jim Stephenson was a fifty-one year old father of three grown children who lived with his wife in a swanky suburb of Detroit. Ang had offered me to Stephenson saying I would be willing to satisfy any of the kinky stuff his wife denied him. He said he could tell by the look on the old guy's face he had some secret desires.
I had carte blanche with the credit card to make sure Ang's guest got a night to remember. I always spent the day at Roberto's preparing for my night of lust.
A hour in the steam room followed by a full body massage by Enrico's magic fingers removed all the tension from my body. Then a visit with Selma who gave me the Brazilian wax treatment. Roberto himself usually looked after my hair while Jennifer did my manicure and pedicure. The bill was seldom less than $300 with tips.
Wandering around Milli's I found a floor length black strapless sheath with slits up both sides to the waist. Total bill including black string thong, $275.
Tyrone was waiting for me when I pulled into the Esquire Motel parking lot. Tyrone was an twenty year old apprentice who worked in Ang's service department. Tyrone was black and my fuck buddy. Tyrone managed to get away from work so we could fuck two or three times a week. I always tried to spend the afternoon fucking him before I went on a date for my husband.
Tyrone opened the door naked, his 10" ebony cock already at attention. Quickly I entered the room and fell to my knees before him hungry to get his beautiful cock in my mouth.
I sucked him like a starving whore until he filled my mouth with his rich creamy cum. "Oh God I needed that!" I exclaimed as I started tearing of my clothes.
I lay naked across the bed as Tyrone's tongue licked up my smooth pussy lips. His raspy tongue over my clit drove me crazy.
"Fuck me you bastard!" I demanded.
My young black buck mounted me and slid his erection into my hungry cunt.
I particularly enjoyed fucking Tyrone before going on one of my dates. I knew Stephenson's cock would be sliding into me lubricated by my black lover's cum!
"Cum in me Baby! Fill me with you jism." I moaned as my hips rose to meet his plunging cock.
I never tired of Tyrone's youthful vigor trying to please me; the young buck pounded me into the mattress as the bed squeaked its protest.
"C'mon, you can do better than that!" I teased him.
