Debbie examined the shirt collar again with a disgusted
smirk on her face. She had enough of Scott’s crap. This wasn’t
the first time she found lipstick on his clothing.

     Scott had been coming home late ever other evening from work
and he expected her to stay home and wait and be his servant.
Wash his cloths, make his dinner, keep the house clean. It was
the same old thing day after day and she was tired of Scott lying
to her about his affairs with these tramps he has been hanging
with after work.

   Debbie knew that Scott always depended on her being there when
he got home. It didn’t matter to him that she accused him of
cheating on her, he would just deny it.

   They argued for a week when she found a phone number stuck in
pocket of his pants. When Debbie called the number, a man
answered who happened to be the husband of the woman’s name on
the note.

  Scott yelled at her the next day for calling the number and
trying to start trouble. She just didn’t get it! Scott gets to
screw around and she is supposed to stay at home like a dump
housewife and take it.

  Debbie threatened Scott so many times with divorce and even
told Scott she was going to find a man to screw. Of course, he
would never believe her. Scott knew Debbie didn’t have the guts
to go out and screw someone.

  Debbie knew that as well and she loved Scott but she would like
to give him something to think about. Maybe if she just went out
to a bar or club somewhere and just had a couple drinks and maybe
listened to music.

  Debbie laughed to herself as she thought about coming home and
telling Scott she was out at a bar dancing with other men. He’d
be jealous and he might even be mad but at least he would see
that she wasn’t going to stay here at home any more and act like
a little innocent housewife and turn her back to his infidelity.

  The next morning Debbie was on her way to the mall to shop for
a new dress. Her mind was in deep thought. She told Scott last
night that she was going out to buy a new dress. He was curious
to know why she needed a new dress.

  She didn’t give him an answer but made herself perfectly clear
that she wasn’t going to stay home while he messed around on her
any longer. She heard the typical story about how she was
imagining these things.

  Scott told her to go out and buy the new dress if it made her
happy. Scott even went as far as to tell her she could go out if
she wanted. Scott said he had to work late this Friday and didn’t
care if she went out to “See a movie” as he said.

    Yeah. Scott would never guess she would walk into a bar or
club on her own. If he was going to cheat on her than at least
she could go out and have a few drinks and maybe dance with a few
guys.

    There were so many things missing in their marriage. After
six years, Debbie wanted to have children. Scott allowed her to
stop taking the pill two years ago but nothing ever happened.
Scott finally went to a doctor and they told him he had a low
sperm count.

   The doctor told him it was possible to conceive a child but he
was never home long enough to practice. Debbie tried everything
with Scott, wearing sexy lingerie and surprising him late at
night when he came home.

  Debbie wasn’t stupid.  She was only turning a blind eye on what
was really going on. He was screwing other women and she was in
denial. He’d come home drunk and smelling from perfume and liquor
and wouldn’t have any interest in having sex.

  She was going to turn thirty this June and what did she have to
show for six years of marriage?
Scott was a cheating husband that didn’t seem to care about her
or her feelings.

  Debbie found a dress in one of the specialty shops. It was
black halter styled dress which tied around the neck. A plunging
neckline allowed a peak at her cleavage. It tied around the waist
with a thin ribbon and was asymmetrical around the hem, revealing
her right leg far above her knee.

   She bought matching black heels and a nice black pair of
panties’. The material was thin but she couldn’t wear a bra
because of the plunging back. The black dress contrasted with her
long blonde hair.

   Scott didn’t ask her anything about shopping for a new dress
that night, Debbie figured he must have forgot or wasn’t
interested. She assumed that he didn’t believe her when she said
she was going out Friday night.

   At coffee Friday morning, Scott mentioned to Debbie not to fix
dinner because he was going to be late. She didn’t bother
reminding him that she was going out that night.

  Debbie showered and got dressed early that evening. She was
happy the way the dress looked and finished applying her makeup.
She used her favorite perfume and when she was ready to go, she
placed a note on the bed for Scott letting him know she went out
dancing.

   Debbie drove along the busy street which was about a mile
outside Tampa. She finally saw one of the clubs she had on her
mind and pulled into the parking lot. She was nervous as she got
out of the car.


    She already felt dirty walking toward the building wearing
the sexy black dress. It wasn’t that she had anything on her mind
like picking up a guy. She just didn’t feel right tonight.

   Debbie walked through the door, there were men starring at her
when she walked past them. She found an empty seat at the bat and
sat down and ordered a drink.

   She looked around the club while sipping her drink through the
straw trying to see what kinds of people were in the club. She
saw a few couples dancing but it seemed as if there were more
singles lurking around.

    It didn’t take long before a few guys started to ask her to
dance and at first Debbie turned them down than after awhile she
started to accept their offers.

    Debbie spent most of her time on the dance floor and after
four hours at the club, she must have danced with more than
twenty different men and had more than a dozen drinks bought for
her. Debbie laughed at herself, as she thought that she could go
out to a club like this and never buy a drink.

  Luckily she was able to talk with the bar tender and he started
to make her drinks really weak for her so she wouldn’t get too
drunk.

  Debbie was sitting back at the bar listening to the music when
a man with a deep voice whispered into her ear, “May I ask you to
dance?”

  Debbie turned her head and saw a tall black man standing behind
her so she nervously smiled at him and didn’t want to be rude and
accepted his offer to dance.

  They danced a couple songs and the man introduced himself as
Jason as he followed her back to the bar.

  Jason had to stand next to Debbie while they spoke, the other
stools were taken in the crowded club. Jason seemed like a nice
guy as he got acquainted with Debbie.

  Debbie learned that Jason was single and had just returned form
being in Iraq for a year. She told him she was married and had
just visited the club for the very first time to have a few
drinks and listen to the music.

   As they spoke, the club kept filling up with more people.
Jason suggested going to a bar across the street that he knew
that wouldn’t be so crowded. Debbie was reluctant to go with him
but she changed her mind several minutes later.

   The place was directly across the street so Debbie decided to
leave her car parked where it was.
Jason escorted her inside the small bar and easily found an empty
booth. They ordered drinks and sat talking.

  Debbie had drunk enough liquor that she began telling Jason her
problems about her husband. Under normal conditions she wouldn’t
have opened up as much as she was to this strange black man but
she really wanted to talk about it to someone.

  Debbie learned that Jason was single and had just returned from
a duty in Iraq. When he had returned home, he found out his
girlfriend ran off with another man and got married.

  Debbie never opened up to any man in her life other than her
husband and found Jason rather handsome and extremely pleasant.
The more they spoke and got acquainted, the more relaxed she had
become.

  Debbie was doing most of the talking, telling Jason her life
story as they sat very close in the booth. Debbie had never got
to know a black man before tonight. She had an opportunity to
date someone in high school who was black but never took him up
on the offer.

  Debbie reached out to touch Jason’s hand several times as she
sat there explaining what was going on with her husband. Jason
moved his hand to hold hers as she continued to talk. Debbie was
so busy talking she didn’t realize they were holding hands.

  Within a few minutes, Jason’s arm was around her shoulder and
they were sitting close together toward the center of the booth.
Jason made a bold move and gently kissed Debbie on the lips.

  She returned his kiss bringing her hand to his cheek as their
tongues mingled. They continued to kiss as Jason moved his free
hand down and began stroking her upper thigh area. Debbie wasn’t
wearing any stockings so his hand moved freely until it reached
the material of her panties.

  Debbie’s eyes were closed as they kissed and she waited to feel
Jason’s hand on her pussy but instead, brought his hand up to her
low cleavage and slipped his hand under her dress and cupped her
tit in his hand.

  Debbie’s eyes were closed and she slowly opened her mouth as
she felt Jason begin to massage her soft skin.  He began moving
his thumb on her nipple which was all ready hard.

  Jason kissed Debbie’s open mouth sending his tongue inside as
she moaned. Suddenly. Debbie thought about the situation and
broke their kiss saying, “Jason. I don’t think I should be doing
this.”

  Jason only kissed her again as he continued massaging her tit
and playing with her nipple. She opened her eyes and backed her
head away a few inches and looked into his eyes as he massaged
her tit.

  Debbie was turned on feeling his thumb playing with her nipple
and felt her pussy getting warm as she kissed him again. Her mind
was thinking about what she was doing at that moment. She was
kissing a black man, a man that was a complete stranger a couple
hours ago.

  The fact that she was being kissed and touched by a black man
was exciting her. She was kissing him back poking her own tongue
into his mouth now. Jason was moving his hand from one tit to the
other leaving her tits totally exposed.

  The bar was very dark and nobody seemed to be looking or even
carried about them. If anyone walked to the booth at that moment
they would get an eye full of Debbie’s huge tits as Jason played
with them.

  Debbie didn’t expect Jason to bend down and kiss them but
that’s exactly what he did as she wrapped her hand around the
back of his head pulling him tighter into her tits.

  Debbie kept pushing Jason’s face into her chest as he licked
her tits. She was stroking the back of his head as she tightened
her body and moved her free hand around and held her tit to his
mouth as he continued to suck it.

  Jason raised his head and kissed her again than said, “Why
don’t you and I go back to my place and we can continue there.”

   “I can’t . . . It wouldn’t be right . . . Jason . . . I just
can’t . . . You know I’m married.”	

   Jason had a disappointed expression on his face as Debbie
covered her tits with the thin material of the dress.

  She glanced at her watch saying, “I better leave for home, its
getting late.”

  Jason pulled out an ink pen and wrote his phone number on a
napkin and gave it to Debbie saying, “I want you to call me, I’m
really interested in seeing you again.”

  Debbie smiled at Jason giving him another kiss than began
sliding across the seat and stood up holding onto the table
saying. “Oh. I don’t think I can stand up right now.”

  Jason reached out to help steady her from falling saying, “I’ll
walk you to your car.”

   Jason walked Debbie across the street holding her from falling
several times and when they reached the parking lot, Jason said.
“I don’t think its safe for you to drive, let me drive you home
in my car.”

   “I can’t let you drive me home, my husband might see your car
and wonder who drove me home.”

   “Fine. We’ll take your car and I’ll call a cab once we get to
your place to bring me back here.”

   Debbie reluctantly gave Jason her car keys knowing she
couldn’t drive herself. It took almost an hour until they pulled
into Debbie’s driveway, Scott’s car was in front of the garage.

   Debbie took the car keys back from Jason saying, “Wait outside
while I go in the house and see if my husband is asleep and call
you a cab.”

   Jason got out of the car and stood near the garage door as
Debbie went into the house. Debbie unlocked the front door and
entered the dark house and gently closed the door behind her not
wanting to wake Scott.

  Debbie walked toward the back of the house and heard something
coming from their room. She walked down the hallway and saw a dim
light in their bedroom. Debbie carefully peered around the
doorway and gasped when she saw a woman sitting on top of Scott
with his cock fully impaled inside her pussy.

  Debbie just stood in the doorway in shock as she watched the
blonde woman holding the palm of her hands on Scott’s chest to
balance herself as she sat on his cock.

  The woman was chanting. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

  Debbie’s heart sank and she wanted to scream and run in the
room and pull that woman off her husband by her hair. She stood
there for a few moments longer and began to cry.

  Debbie ran down the hall and walked out the front door into
Jason’s arms as she cried as hard as she could. Jason wondered
what was wrong but held her tight until she was finally able to
speak.

   “My husband has a woman in our bedroom and he’s fucking the
bitch right now.”


    Debbie continued to cry as Jason held her tight allowing her
to cry on his shoulder. She cried for several minutes until she
finally wiped her eyes and looked into Jason’s eyes saying.
“Maybe I should go in there and let them know I saw them. Why
don’t you come into the house with me in case I need your help?”

   She took Jason’s hand and walked into the house and told Jason
to wait in the living room while she confronted her husband in
the bedroom.

   Debbie walked back to the room and looked inside and saw her
husband on top of the woman fucking her. She got there just as he
began groaning and watched Scott’s ass twitching and knew he was
filling her pussy with his seed.

  Debbie flipped the light switch on and Scott and the blonde
woman starred at the doorway looking at Debbie. Scott yelled out.
“Debbie.”

  Scott started to climb off the woman and walk toward the
doorway but Debbie backed away and ran down the hall into the
living room and into Jason’s arms.


    Scot was running behind her and caught up to her in the
living room and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his wife
standing in the center of the room being held by a tall black
man.

    “What the hell is this?”

   Scott started to walk toward them as Debbie yelled, “Stop it.
Go back and fuck that whore you brought into our house and leave
me alone.”

   “Who is this man? What were you doing tonight out picking up
men at the bar? You had to go out and pick up a nigger?”

   “Don’t you ever call him that? You have no right to call
anyone that nasty word.  Leave me alone and get that woman out of
my house.”

   Scott was walking forward again as Debbie reached out and
slapped his face saying, “How dare you come out here and talk to
someone like that after finding you screwing a woman on our bed
in our bedroom. How dare you?”

  Jason stood behind Debbie watching them argue but making sure
that nobody got hurt. Scott pointed his finger at Jason saying,
“I want you to get out of my house right now and don’t ever come
back.”

   Jason didn’t want to cause any more problems and began to turn
around to walk out the door when Debbie replied. “Wait. I don’t
want you to leave as long as he has his whore with him he can
have her. You’re my friend and I want you to stay here with me
tonight.”

  The other woman walked out into the living room to see what was
going on, she had wrapped one of Debbie’s towels around her body
and was standing behind Scott.

  Debbie reached out and grabbed the towel away from her saying.
“Bring your own towel if you want to fuck my husband from now on.
You go right ahead and enjoy yourself with him, you can have
him.”

  Debbie and Scoot argued for another twenty minutes until Jason
threatened to call the police before somebody got hurt. Scott
finally gave in and asked Debbie if he could speak to her along.

  She was very upset and Scott tried to take her hold of her arm
as they walked toward the kitchen but she pushed him away. Debbie
crossed her arms together as she asked. “Is that the woman you
have been seeing for the past several months?”

  Scott reluctantly replied and told Debbie, he had been seeing
her and she worked at his office. Her name was Stacy and she was
married. Scott apologized and said he was sorry for what he had
done but Debbie wasn’t buying any of it.


   She stood listening to his excuses and his pleading for her
forgiveness but Debbie stood firm telling him she would have a
lot to think about.

   Scott said something to Debbie that shocked her and caught her
completely off guard. “Honey. Stacy lives about twenty-five miles
from here and her husband is out of town for the weekend. Would
it be all right if she spent the night in the guest room?”

  Debbie was very angry but she kept her cool as she calmly
replied. “No. I don’t want her to stay in the guest room. Why
don’t you just let her sleep in our bedroom tonight with us and
we can have a threesome together?”

  Scott must have had a lot to drink himself because Debbie was
being a smart ass and he thought she was serious and quickly
replied to her statement. “Honey. I never thought you’d want to
have sex with another woman. That’s a great idea, I’ll go tell
Stacy what you would like her to do and tell that black guy he
can leave now.”

  “No wait! Let me go out and tell Stacy she can stay with us
tonight.”

   If only Scott knew how angry he had made his wife to become
but he was about to find out as he followed her back into the
living room where Jason and Stacy were waiting.

  Debbie gave the towel back to Stacy and smiled saying. “Scott
asked me to tell you it was all right to spend the night with us
and I told him it was fine. You can go back into the bedroom and
wait for Scott, he’ll be joining you in a moment.”

  Stacy just starred at Debbie knowing that something wasn’t
right about the woman’s smirk but backed away and walked toward
the bedroom. Scott had a relieved expression on his face as he
walked over to Jason and shook his hand saying. “Well. It was
nice meeting you. Thank you for bringing my wife home.”

  Scott was showing him the door until Debbie interrupted him.
“Scott. Wait. You go find out what Stacy is doing and if you
want, you can get started without me. I’ll be in shortly.”

  Scott smiled at Debbie figuring that she wanted to walk Jason
out the door and went into the bedroom. Debbie waited until the
bedroom door closed and walked over to Jason and put her arms
around him and kissed his lips.

  “I want you to spend the night with me.”

  “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Your husband was very
angry and I know you would like to kill that woman. Maybe it
would be best if I left.”

   “No. My husband told me he wanted Stacy to stay here tonight
and I finally gave in and told him it would be fine. Now let me
show you the guest room.”

   Debbie walked Jason to the guest room and held him as she
kissed him again once they were standing in the room. Debbie was
holding him as she whispered, “Get undressed and I’ll be in here
shortly.”

  She unbuttoned his shirt before she walked out of the room and
looked back toward Jason before leaving and said, “Be ready for
me, I’ll be right back.”

  Debbie entered their bedroom and saw Stacy sucking Scott’s cock
as she walked to the dresser and took out a black baby doll from
the drawer.

  She walked into the attached bathroom and took her dress off
and hung it behind the door. She slipped her panties off next and
decided to leave the heels on as she pulled the teddy over her
head and fluffed out her hair over the material.

  She squirted a dab of perfume around her tits and another neat
her pussy and applied a fresh coat of red lipstick and smacked
her lips together.

  Debbie walked out into the bedroom and stood next to the bed
watching her husband getting his cock sucked by Stacy who was
laying on her side between his legs.

  Debbie smiled at him as he said. “Honey. She’s so good giving
head. Watch how deep she can take my cock into her throat.”

  Debbie stood watching Stacy swallow her husband’s cock
listening to the sound of her throat as the head reached the back
of her mouth. Scott reached out and began rubbing Debbie’s pussy
mound while his other hand stroked Stacy’s hair.

  “Yes, she quite a little cock sucker isn’t she?”

  Debbie leaned down and kissed her husband on top of his head
and gently backed away until he couldn’t reach her pussy any
longer.

  “Honey. I’m a little tired right now and think I’ll go lay down
for a while in the guests’ bedroom. I’ll let you have a little
fun with Stacy while I get a couple hours of sleep and than I’ll
come back and join you two.”

  “But . . . Debbie . . . Are you sure its all right . . . I mean
. . . Don’t you want to join us? .....”

  “I promise . . . I’ll be back in a couple hours and check up on
you two.”

  Debbie walked out of the bedroom but not before turning one
more time and looking at Stacy’s mouth filled with her husband’s
cock.

  She knew what she was going to do. She didn’t want to keep
Jason waiting any longer and walked down the hall.