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My name is Charlotte Grey, Chali for short. I was born and raised on a horse ranch in southern Texas. I met my husband when I was about 5 years old, and we practically grew up together.
We got married just out of high school and he became a truck driver. I worked my way through college eventually earning a degree in physical education. We've been married for about 31 years.
After college, I worked as a PE teacher and also a trainer in a local gym. I never considered myself to be attractive, I guess that is how it is with most people. My husband always told me I was gorgeous and of course, I thought he was very handsome, but neither of us thought so of ourselves.
I stand about 5 ft 6 barefooted, with auburn hair that comes about the waist down. Remember I said I was raised on a ranch, so I usually kept my hair in styles that would not hamper me from being physical from a young age? But as I grew older, I began to prefer more stylish updo looks. Being a redhead, I also had a very pale complexion, thanks to the Scotch-Irish blood that ran in my veins, and freckles head to toe. I'm thin but curvy with long legs, wide hips, just a bit of a rump, and B-cup-sized breasts.
By the time I was 30, we had two children. Both are now grown and off to college, leaving me at home alone quite a lot. Once the kids came along, I gave up teaching so that I could be home while they were babies. Hubby made a hell of a living driving a truck and my income was just icing on the cake.
I am now 51, and for my age, I am still in awesome shape. I still work out at the gym regularly and do some training with others who need guidance. I also learned Karate and Kickboxing and play tennis.
It's early September and my husband had just left out again for another month on the road. He seldom spent much time at home, preferring to keep the wheels turning. His motto over the years is, "If the wheels aren't turning, you're not making money!" Being frugal as I am, I never spent much on myself, opting to take care of and do well for our kids as they grew up. While he was here, I did his laundry for him, and I came across a small black notebook in one of his pockets. As a wife and mother for as long as I have, checking pockets before washing had become second nature. You would not believe the things I have found in my pockets.
Being curious as I often am, I took the book and began poking around in it, to find the names and phone numbers of different women all across the country. My husband and I had grown very accustomed to being separated for long periods, so I guess I wasn't too surprised at the revelation that he had other lovers. When he was home, we always had a passionate lovemaking session. In his spare time at home, if there was nothing for him to do here, he would go hunting or fishing, go catch a game somewhere, or hang out with some friends. Like I said we didn't talk much, and I think we both preferred to be away from each other. We never fought and I wasn't going to make a big deal of his secret. So, when I packed his bags back up with his freshly washed dried, and folded clothes, I made sure to put the black book right on top where he would be sure to find it. I kissed him goodbye as always, hugged him tightly, told him to have a safe trip, and watched as he drove away, smiling and waving as he left, just as usual.
I spent the following week, as usual, making sure the lawn was mowed the house was cleaned, and everything was as it should be. I spoke to my kids on the phone a couple of times making sure they were well and doing well with their classes and work. Spoke to my husband when he called and made sure he was well and safe. Throughout the week, my mind dwelled on that little black book and what it meant. Maybe I understood the situation a little too well.
One of the things I missed early in our marriage was having my husband at home with me, but as the years went by, I missed it less and less and became settled in the fact that I was at home while he was out on the road. The living he provided kept the bills paid and the money I made was more mad money which I invested in different things. To say we were sitting pretty was an understatement. My husband could retire at any time, and we would still live comfortably, but of course, he wasn't going to retire prematurely, he the road too much to give it up!
By the time Wednesday rolled around, I had made a decision! I wanted to get out and enjoy some freedom as well. Not that I had decided that I was going to cheat on my husband, but that I was going to start doing some things for myself. I made up my mind that I was going to go to South Padre Island, do some walking on the beach, enjoy a little nightlife and make some noise! I made some calls and was able to secure a nice hotel suite for the weekend, so Thursday night, I packed a few things in a suitcase. Friday morning, I loaded up my Jeep Wrangler Sport and headed out.
I arrived on South Padre Island early that afternoon and found my hotel. It was almost right on the beach. Once I was settled in, I changed into a bikini and a sarong, coated my bare skin with sunblock put on my wide floppy hat, and in no time, I was walking the sandy white beaches.
I spent a few hours on the beach, relaxing on a blanket while reading a book. When I arrived, the beach was not too highly populated, but as the afternoon wore on more people appeared. After about 3 hours, I returned to my suite.
Now let me tell you, about this suite. It was huge and quite nice. It had a nice sitting room, a kitchenette, a separate bedroom, and the bathroom had a full shower in one corner encased in glass, and a huge jacuzzi tub with the works. And the outside wall was all glass looking out onto a huge balcony that overlooked the pool and the ocean. On the balcony in one corner was a marvelous hot tub.
I took a shower after returning from the beach, then I dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top and headed out into the streets. When I checked in the clerk gave me a very detailed map of the area that pointed out all the local restaurants, malls, clubs, and so on. She was also kind enough to make some recommendations on where to dine and where to party.
Taking her advice, I first found dinner at a local restaurant, then I found myself in front of one of the clubs she had recommended. I stepped through the door and was nearly bowled over by the loud music playing inside, so much so that I stumbled backward and right into the arms of a huge black man who had appeared behind me.
Grateful, that I had not fallen flat on my ass, I turned around and was staring at a broad chest covered with a t-shirt. I looked up and up even higher as I tried to right myself and extricate myself from his arms. He had to be well over 6 feet tall, he easily towered over me by nearly a foot.
I met his eyes and smiled as I wobbled on my feet, "Thank you for catching me, and sorry for falling into you. This music is quite loud, louder than I am used to."
He looked at me with concern on his face as he held me, "Are you ok? Nothing hurt I assume?'
"Oh, no, I am fine! Just startled!" I said as I stepped back, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Hurt me?" tossed his head back with a loud laugh, then looked down and said, "Lady, you made my day! Talk about being in the right place at the right time! If I was going to get hurt catching someone, you'd be top of the list!"
I could feel my cheeks burning red as I dropped my eyes to the floor. I certainly knew a compliment when I heard it, though I thought most who paid me compliments were so full of shit, especially considering that I was over fifty. He slid his finger under my chin and directed my eyes back at his with a grin, "You are a sight to behold, absolutely gorgeous!" If I wasn't red enough, I could feel the heat from my cheeks spreading down my neck and to my chest. "But excuse me for being so forward! I am glad you are ok!"
I stepped back even further, more so I didn't have to bend my head as far back to look into his eyes, which were golden brown. I was taken aback at how handsome his face was. Honestly, I had never paid so much attention to black men before this, not that I was prejudiced, but then I have been married for all of my adult life and never really paid that much attention to any man. I said he was big, and he was! Almost as wide as the door frame behind him, but he was all muscle, Not overly developed, well defined.
I smiled again as I tried to reign in my embarrassment and said, "Thank you!"
"So, this is your first time here?"
"Huh? Oh yes!" I replied as I shook myself inwardly trying to regain my composure. Wake up, girl! You're acting as if you've never seen a man before... on second thought, you haven't, not like him! "Sorry, yes, my first time here, first time in Padre for that matter!"
