As a forty-five year old blonde haired, brown eyed, married mother of two children who had recently struck out on their own, I'm five seven with a 36D-24-38 figure, and have been in an open marriage for around 11 years now.
My husband is a six foot two inch dark haired hazel eyed cop with broad shoulders, a trim waist, heavily muscled forty eight year old, with a local law enforcement agency.
Over the years we've both had our fair share of fun with others and have always shared our experiences with each other in graphic detail, which made our marriage stronger than most, and kept our sex lives more amazing than I could ever have imagined.
Mack is six four, African American, with deep brown eyes, shaved head, and is the night manager of a local grocery store
whom I've known for years and is also a member of the gym my husband and I use. He's involved in the cross fit training and in excellent condition, his arms and legs rippling with muscle. He's also extremely handsome and though always polite, is an incurable flirt, regardless of where we see each other. I have admittedly done nothing to discourage him, and have flirted with him in the gym, store, or anytime we see one another.
Mack and I both were becoming bolder and more brazen as time passed even exchanging cell numbers and talking or texting, with ever increasing frequency, when he started asking for selfies of me, sending me pictures of himself posing shirtless in the gym. His dark skin highlighted with perspiration, his ripped physique astonishing. I finally gave into his requests and sent him a few bikini photos from a beach trip that my husband said drove him wild, from Mack's comments he felt the same way my husband did.
After exchanging these photos, Mack made a habit of walking the store with me as I shopped, making sure that he took out my groceries, loaded my car, and blowing me a kiss bye, watching me drive away. One evening as I was having a problem with an item on the top shelf, Mack stepped up behind me reaching over my head as he pressed himself against me retrieving it, telling me my zumba classes were doing the trick, that I had a firm backside, and from the pictures I sent, that my front side was just as nice. In that moment our friendship became a bit different, we were heading towards a new and bit more exciting time.
That night when he blew me a kiss, I returned it and told him I'd see him at the gym the next day.
The cross fit class and my zumba class started at the same time, but the cross fit class lasted longer so unless we talked before, I was gone by the time he was done, so I hit the treadmill, waiting for Mack to get done. He saw me on the treadmill, and made a point to come by and say hello, stopping to talk for awhile.
When my timer went off, Mack and I were still talking as I did a five minute cool down, and stretch, Mack offered to walk me to my car which I accepted, grabbing my towel and bag as we headed out. The parking lot was full when I arrived, so my car was in the back off to the side of the building, In a dimly lit area, Mack fussed saying they really needed to have more lights, that I should be careful about where I parked.
I laughed saying I didn't think I was in any danger with him walking me to my car and that I knew he wouldn't let anyone get me, that I was enjoying our conversation.
When we got to my car I threw my towel and bag in the back seat, and turned facing Mack leaning against the driver's door, telling him that we'd never had a chance to talk in private, so my choice of parking spaces was a perfect spot.
" What about your husband, my live in girlfriend, and the fact that you're half dressed in a secluded spot with a big black guy " he asked. " Well you're half dressed too, my husband and your girlfriend are no where around, but all I see is a good looking man, that you're black doesn't really matter, so what has all our flirting, texting, exchanges of pictures and the exclusive personal service I've been getting, leading up to"
I said with a grin.
