It was mid-September of 2004. Stacy and I had been separated for about 18 months now. She was still so damn fine in my book even though she birthed three of my kids.
She was and still is the girl I get off to. She was very good in bed, quite the looker and everyone always complimented her. When I want to cum, all I have to do is think of her with a black dude. I was never able to get her to do this with me but it was not from a lack of trying. The closest I ever got was getting her to sext with me about fucking a black dude via cell.
This all began because of her 30-year-old big black neighbor when she was 18. She always told me about how he would hit on her and say nasty shit to her. She was still living at home with her parents when Pappy would try his best to get her to suck his cock. These stories always turned me on so well.
While married, and prior to, Stacy was a meek, and petite little dishwater blonde with natural little tits that were perky. She had long legs despite her petiteness. She stood about 5'7, weighed 106, pierced little belly, and always had on a little thong that matched something, her shoes, sox, or bra. Not much had changed since I met her when she was 18 except now, her hair and nails are professionally
done monthly.
It was hard for me when she first left me. I was so in lust, in awe, and love with my fine, sweet little woman. Her sexy body, her sweet little Kentucky twang, and that delicious little clit of hers that always tasted like warm vanilla sugar.
We agreed on the terms of our divorce after 18 years together and she had the papers drawn up at work. We agreed to meet where we used to take the kids and go for a sunset dinner and a dance. Good music & food with breathtaking views out on the Gulf of Mexico. It was my friend's restaurant and it had an awesome tiki deck and a boardwalk that extended off that tiki deck.
I arrived 20 minutes before the 9:00 PM meeting time. I sit at the end of the far bar closest to the boardwalk furthest away from the band so that we could talk about the terms if needed. Our children spent the night with a friend who helped us and watched them during these times. We lived separately and shared custody.
My buddy the owner, Bobby comes over to me and says hello, we hugged and caught up for a few minutes, I hadn't been in there since moving 30 miles north to Ana Maria Island 18 months prior, It was a pleasure to see him. Bobby was training a new part-time manager for the upcoming season. His name was Roy, he introduced me to him and wow, this guy was massive. He was 64, a retired Police officer, and ex-special Forces military.
Roy was 6'5, 285 lbs, bald, cut chest, strong arms, with one of those round athletic asses. He was wearing a pair of sand-colored Tommy Bahama Slacks and a black button-up shirt. Roy was mild-mannered and very professional. His presence naturally commanded attention and he was black. This plays a significant role in this story.
Bobby then says;
"Emerson, I heard about you and Stacy, and I am sorry. I always thought you and her were a good-looking pair."
I replied;
"It's all good Bobby, thanks, but this I why I am here, to meet with her and sign our papers."
Roy chimes in and says;
I am sorry Emerson, how long were you two together?"
Bobby speaks up and says; "Come on Roy, I will fill you in on my two friends, Emerson, we will swing by in a bit after she arrives, right now I got a few more things I need to show Roy before he is off for the night."
Roy's nodded and off they went.
Stacy shows up a little late as usual, the band had already kicked off their first set. We enjoy this band, they were always one of our favorites. A soft rock reggae group. The outfit my hot little ex was wearing gave me color chills all over my body. I mean instantaneous lust and want. She always made my dick throb and this was no exception.
She walks over, slides me the envelope with our divorce papers, and says; "Em, order me my wine and an appetizer please, I'm heading to the lady's room."
I ordered what she asked. She is tan, her shoulder-length blonde hair bounces on her sexy frame, she is thin, and wearing a sheer turquoise sundress with a white thong on underneath, no bra, her little nipples were sweet n ripe, thin little lips painted red and glossed just right to fit that sexy outfit, a flat little tummy where you could see her belly ring through the turquoise material and a pair of white heels.
I watched her feminine gait as she walked to the lady's room, I thought about how firm her little ass was for having three kids. I couldn't help but notice that she turned many heads and not just mine. That is when I looked over and saw Roy watching her with the same enthusiastic lust as me, and, I noticed the bulge in his slacks and started thinking about the possibility of seeing my fine little (soon-to-be ex-wife) with this behemoth of a man.
She comes back from the lady's room wearing that sweet blonde smile and starts sipping her wine. That's when Bobby and Roy came over. Bobby gives Stacy a little hug and said;
Stacy, this is Roy, he is a new part-time manager I'm training for the upcoming season."
I watched intently to see if there could be even a hint of magic in their greeting. She looked at him and said; "damn, you are a big guy," and gave him a passionate smile.
Roy smiled and said; "Thank you, Stacy, it is all genetics."
Bobby and Roy walked off and over to the bartender and I watched her look him up and down eyes glued to his crotch & ass, so I caught myself making a sexual comment to her.
I said;
"Could you imagine riding that shiny piece of bark?" Her reply was so fucking hot!
She said; yes, I am imagining it now."
I thought right then and there that this could be the night, don't push it Em, slow n easy with your comments. But, I had to say it;
"Really, what are you imagining?" she changed the topic to the matter at hand.
We discussed the paperwork which had everything in order that was previously agreed upon and that was when we heard it, the band started playing a song that we two used would always slow dance together to when they played it. The sun was dipping into the gulf, it was warm and breezy with red and orange skies as the palm trees bent and swayed to the breeze and the rhythm of music.