I never saw this cumming!
After applying for a job in a tech company that was a new market for me, and the job required relocating across the country to the deep south in Atlanta, I wasn't really expecting to even get noticed, as I figured that there were probably lots of applicants with more experience in this field.
So you can imagine my surprise when I got an email saying that they would like to arrange for a video call to talk about the position.
I couldn't wait for my wife to get home from the gym to tell her.
We had talked about it briefly when I applied, but again, I wasn't really expecting even a cursory acknowledgement, as I didn't see I had any real chance, but here I was, my heart was racing and I got a little hope starting to well up inside me.
I practically pounced on her when she finally got back. I sat her down and tried to make sense of the news, but it was difficult, as I was so worked up.
The following day was the video call. It was early morning to me, but afternoon in Atlanta, and I felt ready to shine.
There were 2 people on the call in the Atlanta office, Gerald Robinson with their H.R. Department, and James Parker, head of the Sales Division.
Both were young, serious African American men who could tell that I was excited, and tried to get me to relax, as this was one of many interviews that they needed to get through. When I heard that, I felt a little deflated, like they were just going through the paces to do quick and dirty interviews with a bunch of people, making me feel that my chances were pretty slim.
Before I knew it, the call was over and I got ZERO indications that they were inclined to pick me, based on that interview. So I just went on with my work, day to day, stuck in a job with no future.
2 weeks past and of course, no word.
I hadn't really thought much about it after the 2nd week, figuring that they picked someone who had worked in that industry already, so I was fine with that.
But a few days later, I got another email, asking if I was interested in a 2nd interview.
I hesitated for a moment, THEN hit reply and said that I could "make time for it in my busy (BS) schedule.
The same 2 gentlemen were on the call.
They had further questions, but there was a totally different vibe and tone to their questions. They were somehow happy with my answers.
Then the big question!! Was I willing to move from California to Atlanta, GA where the job was.
My wife and I talked it over, and we agreed on that slight chance that I would get the offer, that both of our jobs could be done pretty much anywhere. She was teaching and I had been in one sales job after another over the past 20 years, so it wouldn't be a big deal to give up our condo, and make the move. We knew it would be expensive to do, but we could pull it off.
The questions finally ended.
They briefly leaned towards each other to whisper to each other, then Mr. Parker sat up and said, "I'd like you to consider an offer. Mr. Robinson & I are in agreement that you are our first choice for the role of Sales Manager for U.S. based sales."
He spoke numbers that got my little ears listening. He told me that as a Manager, I would have an expense account at my disposal also, and that my move would be paid for by the company to sweeten the deal. And since I had told them that my wife was a Teacher, they said that they might have some leads for her that might make finding another Teaching job in the area.
They said that since it was almost 4pm ET, that they would like an answer within 24 hours, if at all possible.
I eagerly agreed to discuss it all with my wife and will reach out by email to Mr. Parker within that time line.
Luckily, she was sitting right there in the kitchen the whole time and heard everything.
She had this kind of stunned look, then asked me if I made that much a year, we could really catch up on some big bills hanging out there over our heads.
She pulled out her phone, and looked at what the weather was in Atlanta, and it was a little warmer and humidity, but the money, she said.
"With both of us working, we could be out of debt in 2 years!" she said.
I said that we will have to plan for a different rental market, and overall cost of living compared to where we were today.
"But the money!" I said, and she just smiled, and said that they are paying for the entire move is awesome.
We talked about more over dinner, and tried to think of this decision in terms of Pro's & Con's.
Oddly, there were a whole lot of Pro's, and a blank space below the Con's column.
5 minutes into the meal, we just stopped and looked at each other, and we both said at the same time, ":Let's do this".
Heck, I didn't need 24 hours. I didn't need 4 hours.
I sat at my computer, and my fingers were just dead! I couldn't get them to move.
"What are you waiting for?" my wife cried out, and gave me the appropriate loving smack to the back of my head to wake me up.
Does seem to work every time she uses it, as it did here too. My fingers were typing like crazy.
He must have been waiting close by because he responded to my acceptance, and told me that he will see me in Atlanta in 2 weeks, and that a moving agency will be in touch right away.
We couldn't believe our eyes! A serious blue bird of happiness took a big poop all over me, and here we go, I guess.
We jumped around a little with joy and excitement.
"Let's go get some drinks to celebrate' she said.
"Excellent call. I'll get us a Uber' I said.
We were on our way to one of our favorite places that was packed with people tonight, just how we like it.
Loud and Crowded!
My wife had a bit of a naughty side on occasion. She loved to dance, and she's way better at it than I am, and I tire out fast and so I encourage her to go out and dance without me dragging her down.
And there were always men dancing on their own that see this woman in her early 40's, that looked much younger, long thick straight brownish/with a tint of red in her hair, a figure that was what I told her was "a body that deserves to be shown off", nice face, good teeth, full hips, and with very well shaped breasts, she had dance partner lining up.
When the floor, which is massive and has table & chairs moved to focus the crowd on drinking and dancing, was as packed as it was tonight, I lose sight of her in the masses.
With the music blasting, and all manners of bodies trying to either get past you to get to the bar to order and get away from the bar and not spill their fresh drink.
I try to squeeze my way up to the bar and if at all possible, snag a bar stool and she will find me at some point.
We had previously come to this place when she was in one of her naughty moods.
She liked to wear very short skirts, and never wore panties. And a see-through white blouse that was beautiful and very sexy, and wore a vest over the shirt.
Of course she wore dancing shoes, as she rarely would put on high heels, and I thought they were overrated too, so I didn't miss them. Her legs looked great just in flats.
She liked me to drive her to the bar, then go back home, and Uber back to the bar, so he could drink while waiting for her. I would get back to the bar in about 30 minutes or so, and she would find me at some point and start to tell me about what she had been up for the last half hour.
She admitted that she loved it when the crowds were just mash people together, and she felt hands on her breasts and sometimes on her bare ass under her tiny little skirt, for a brief moment, then things would open back up and you could continue dancing.
Once we did this little game, and for most of the night, she sat with this small group of black men off to the side of the stage speakers, sort of tucked away back there, without much human traffic that is interested in going that way.
After sitting by the bar for over 2 hours, I was trying not to look their way, but I wanted to get her attention if possible without being too obvious. It's funny but I noticed that she strangely would disappear from view from time to time, and then she was there. I just figured the crowd was blocking my line of sight.
All of a sudden, all of the fellas she was with stood together, she bounced across the seats they were on, and walked over to me, told me to get us a ride, and walk with her outside.
I had a driver in no time, and we wouldn't talk to me in the car, of course. Strangers!
So we got home, she took my hand, lead me straight to bed, and started to tear my clothes off.
"I need you to fuck me, RIGHT NOW!" she practically yelled.
"I'm so horny I can't contain it. I need to be fucked, hard!" she said.
Wow, had not seen her this worked up, maybe ever!
"Yeah baby, sure baby" was all I could say.
She was naked in a second, and was waiting on me. She dropped to her knees and was in an epic battle with my belt, then just said fuck it, and just pulled my pants down over my hips.
She grabbed my half hard cock and put it instantly in her mouth. Never have I seen her so eager to suck my cock, as it's no real size to boast about.
"God I love sucking your cock!" she said in rapid breaths.
"I'm so glad, babe" I said.
"I need to tell you something about tonight at the bar." she said.
"Okay, what's up?" I said.
She went on to tell me that sitting where she was with them, was a trap for her. She said that there were 2 or 3 of them that were touching her while she sat there, and she didn't stop them.
She said their hands were everywhere. She had fingers on her breasts, in her mouth, and inside of her.
And she was forced to give oral sex to 2 of them sitting next to her. She said that they took out their cocks, and pushed her head down to suck them both.
"And the answer is yes, they held my head down and I didn't have any choice but to swallow their cum." she said.
"I can't believe it" I said.
"What should we do?" I asked.
"There's really nothing to do. It mostly my own fault for flirting with one of them in the first place, since I'd never slept with a black man.
"Well., we are moving right away, so at least you won't run into them again." I said.
"Their cocks were huge, both of them. And their cum tasted very sweet and was really hot:" she said.
"Sounds like you didn't totally hate what happened. Did you like those cocks? Did you like their fingers inside you? I asked.
"It's okay if you did like it, if you ask me. I've fantasized about you with a black man, you know that!" I said.
"Too bad we don't have any way to find them, if you wanted to see any of them before we leave" I said.
"Well!!!" she said.
"Well. Well what? You know how to contact them?" I asked.
"One of them did put his phone number in my vest pocket earlier in the night." she said.
"Tell me honestly! Do you want more black cock? Do you want him inside you?" I asked.
"Well, would that be terrible of me" she asked.
"I'll allow it under one condition, that you send me some pictures of you with him or them, which ever it is." I said.
"Oh honey, you're the best!" she said, and picked up her phone and dialed his number from memory.
"Hi Baby! I wanna see you, can you pick me up? my wife asks her black friend from last night.
"Okay, I'll wear what you asked and be waiting for you." she said and hung up.
"He's telling you what to wear?" I asked.
"Well, when he was fingering me and I was stroking his fat cock under the table, he told me that he wanted me to dress slutty when I would see him again" she said.
"He already was planning on seeing you again" I asked.
"Well, I kinda told him that I would see him again, one way or the other. It's just better that you don't mind" she said.
She spun around and said that she's got to go get ready for him, and off she went.
Half an hour later, down the stairs comes my wife in our honeymoon lingerie underneath a long dark coat that closed all the way in the front, so no one could see what she was wearing , unless she wanted them to.
There was a honk, and off went my wife, to be with her new black boyfriend, and likely some of his friends.
When she was dropped the next morning, I could hear his car idol ling in front of our condo. The complex that we lived in was elevated off of the driving lanes, which gave everyone room for drive in garages. So when I peaked around an edge of a curtain that was off to one side of the front door, I could see right through the passenger window into his front seat.
There in the passenger front seat was my wife, leaning completely over with her head bobbing in his lap, sucking his cock. And if I can see my wife sucking cock from this new friends of hers, then I would bet that some of our neighbors can see how good of a cock sucker my wife really is.
5 minutes in, he finally came. She sat up, looked up towards our front door, wiped her chin with her fingers of her left hand, opened the door with her right, and got out without a word.
I asked her if she had a good time.
She said that she really did, and was very glad that I understood her natural urges and needs. Then she said that since I don't mind if she is dating black man, that she would appreciate it if I wouldn't mind driving her over to the bar later that night so she could dance and hang out with him and his friends once more before we have to get serious about getting packed and ready to go.
I ended up doing the vast majority of the packing and stuff, since she kept going to see him every night and not coming back until the early morning.
We finally get on the road following our stuff on it's way to Atlanta, and a new start, and my wife says to me.." looks like there the majority of men in and around Atlanta are African American" she said.
"I think I'm going to like Atlanta" she says quietly.
But I heard it!
So you can imagine my surprise when I got an email saying that they would like to arrange for a video call to talk about the position.
I couldn't wait for my wife to get home from the gym to tell her.
We had talked about it briefly when I applied, but again, I wasn't really expecting even a cursory acknowledgement, as I didn't see I had any real chance, but here I was, my heart was racing and I got a little hope starting to well up inside me.
I practically pounced on her when she finally got back. I sat her down and tried to make sense of the news, but it was difficult, as I was so worked up.
The following day was the video call. It was early morning to me, but afternoon in Atlanta, and I felt ready to shine.
There were 2 people on the call in the Atlanta office, Gerald Robinson with their H.R. Department, and James Parker, head of the Sales Division.
Both were young, serious African American men who could tell that I was excited, and tried to get me to relax, as this was one of many interviews that they needed to get through. When I heard that, I felt a little deflated, like they were just going through the paces to do quick and dirty interviews with a bunch of people, making me feel that my chances were pretty slim.
Before I knew it, the call was over and I got ZERO indications that they were inclined to pick me, based on that interview. So I just went on with my work, day to day, stuck in a job with no future.
2 weeks past and of course, no word.
I hadn't really thought much about it after the 2nd week, figuring that they picked someone who had worked in that industry already, so I was fine with that.
But a few days later, I got another email, asking if I was interested in a 2nd interview.
I hesitated for a moment, THEN hit reply and said that I could "make time for it in my busy (BS) schedule.
The same 2 gentlemen were on the call.
They had further questions, but there was a totally different vibe and tone to their questions. They were somehow happy with my answers.
Then the big question!! Was I willing to move from California to Atlanta, GA where the job was.
My wife and I talked it over, and we agreed on that slight chance that I would get the offer, that both of our jobs could be done pretty much anywhere. She was teaching and I had been in one sales job after another over the past 20 years, so it wouldn't be a big deal to give up our condo, and make the move. We knew it would be expensive to do, but we could pull it off.
The questions finally ended.
They briefly leaned towards each other to whisper to each other, then Mr. Parker sat up and said, "I'd like you to consider an offer. Mr. Robinson & I are in agreement that you are our first choice for the role of Sales Manager for U.S. based sales."
He spoke numbers that got my little ears listening. He told me that as a Manager, I would have an expense account at my disposal also, and that my move would be paid for by the company to sweeten the deal. And since I had told them that my wife was a Teacher, they said that they might have some leads for her that might make finding another Teaching job in the area.
They said that since it was almost 4pm ET, that they would like an answer within 24 hours, if at all possible.
I eagerly agreed to discuss it all with my wife and will reach out by email to Mr. Parker within that time line.
Luckily, she was sitting right there in the kitchen the whole time and heard everything.
She had this kind of stunned look, then asked me if I made that much a year, we could really catch up on some big bills hanging out there over our heads.
She pulled out her phone, and looked at what the weather was in Atlanta, and it was a little warmer and humidity, but the money, she said.
"With both of us working, we could be out of debt in 2 years!" she said.
I said that we will have to plan for a different rental market, and overall cost of living compared to where we were today.
"But the money!" I said, and she just smiled, and said that they are paying for the entire move is awesome.
We talked about more over dinner, and tried to think of this decision in terms of Pro's & Con's.
Oddly, there were a whole lot of Pro's, and a blank space below the Con's column.
5 minutes into the meal, we just stopped and looked at each other, and we both said at the same time, ":Let's do this".
Heck, I didn't need 24 hours. I didn't need 4 hours.
I sat at my computer, and my fingers were just dead! I couldn't get them to move.
"What are you waiting for?" my wife cried out, and gave me the appropriate loving smack to the back of my head to wake me up.
Does seem to work every time she uses it, as it did here too. My fingers were typing like crazy.
He must have been waiting close by because he responded to my acceptance, and told me that he will see me in Atlanta in 2 weeks, and that a moving agency will be in touch right away.
We couldn't believe our eyes! A serious blue bird of happiness took a big poop all over me, and here we go, I guess.
We jumped around a little with joy and excitement.
"Let's go get some drinks to celebrate' she said.
"Excellent call. I'll get us a Uber' I said.
We were on our way to one of our favorite places that was packed with people tonight, just how we like it.
Loud and Crowded!
My wife had a bit of a naughty side on occasion. She loved to dance, and she's way better at it than I am, and I tire out fast and so I encourage her to go out and dance without me dragging her down.
And there were always men dancing on their own that see this woman in her early 40's, that looked much younger, long thick straight brownish/with a tint of red in her hair, a figure that was what I told her was "a body that deserves to be shown off", nice face, good teeth, full hips, and with very well shaped breasts, she had dance partner lining up.
When the floor, which is massive and has table & chairs moved to focus the crowd on drinking and dancing, was as packed as it was tonight, I lose sight of her in the masses.
With the music blasting, and all manners of bodies trying to either get past you to get to the bar to order and get away from the bar and not spill their fresh drink.
I try to squeeze my way up to the bar and if at all possible, snag a bar stool and she will find me at some point.
We had previously come to this place when she was in one of her naughty moods.
She liked to wear very short skirts, and never wore panties. And a see-through white blouse that was beautiful and very sexy, and wore a vest over the shirt.
Of course she wore dancing shoes, as she rarely would put on high heels, and I thought they were overrated too, so I didn't miss them. Her legs looked great just in flats.
She liked me to drive her to the bar, then go back home, and Uber back to the bar, so he could drink while waiting for her. I would get back to the bar in about 30 minutes or so, and she would find me at some point and start to tell me about what she had been up for the last half hour.
She admitted that she loved it when the crowds were just mash people together, and she felt hands on her breasts and sometimes on her bare ass under her tiny little skirt, for a brief moment, then things would open back up and you could continue dancing.
Once we did this little game, and for most of the night, she sat with this small group of black men off to the side of the stage speakers, sort of tucked away back there, without much human traffic that is interested in going that way.
After sitting by the bar for over 2 hours, I was trying not to look their way, but I wanted to get her attention if possible without being too obvious. It's funny but I noticed that she strangely would disappear from view from time to time, and then she was there. I just figured the crowd was blocking my line of sight.
All of a sudden, all of the fellas she was with stood together, she bounced across the seats they were on, and walked over to me, told me to get us a ride, and walk with her outside.
I had a driver in no time, and we wouldn't talk to me in the car, of course. Strangers!
So we got home, she took my hand, lead me straight to bed, and started to tear my clothes off.
"I need you to fuck me, RIGHT NOW!" she practically yelled.
"I'm so horny I can't contain it. I need to be fucked, hard!" she said.
Wow, had not seen her this worked up, maybe ever!
"Yeah baby, sure baby" was all I could say.
She was naked in a second, and was waiting on me. She dropped to her knees and was in an epic battle with my belt, then just said fuck it, and just pulled my pants down over my hips.
She grabbed my half hard cock and put it instantly in her mouth. Never have I seen her so eager to suck my cock, as it's no real size to boast about.
"God I love sucking your cock!" she said in rapid breaths.
"I'm so glad, babe" I said.
"I need to tell you something about tonight at the bar." she said.
"Okay, what's up?" I said.
She went on to tell me that sitting where she was with them, was a trap for her. She said that there were 2 or 3 of them that were touching her while she sat there, and she didn't stop them.
She said their hands were everywhere. She had fingers on her breasts, in her mouth, and inside of her.
And she was forced to give oral sex to 2 of them sitting next to her. She said that they took out their cocks, and pushed her head down to suck them both.
"And the answer is yes, they held my head down and I didn't have any choice but to swallow their cum." she said.
"I can't believe it" I said.
"What should we do?" I asked.
"There's really nothing to do. It mostly my own fault for flirting with one of them in the first place, since I'd never slept with a black man.
"Well., we are moving right away, so at least you won't run into them again." I said.
"Their cocks were huge, both of them. And their cum tasted very sweet and was really hot:" she said.
"Sounds like you didn't totally hate what happened. Did you like those cocks? Did you like their fingers inside you? I asked.
"It's okay if you did like it, if you ask me. I've fantasized about you with a black man, you know that!" I said.
"Too bad we don't have any way to find them, if you wanted to see any of them before we leave" I said.
"Well!!!" she said.
"Well. Well what? You know how to contact them?" I asked.
"One of them did put his phone number in my vest pocket earlier in the night." she said.
"Tell me honestly! Do you want more black cock? Do you want him inside you?" I asked.
"Well, would that be terrible of me" she asked.
"I'll allow it under one condition, that you send me some pictures of you with him or them, which ever it is." I said.
"Oh honey, you're the best!" she said, and picked up her phone and dialed his number from memory.
"Hi Baby! I wanna see you, can you pick me up? my wife asks her black friend from last night.
"Okay, I'll wear what you asked and be waiting for you." she said and hung up.
"He's telling you what to wear?" I asked.
"Well, when he was fingering me and I was stroking his fat cock under the table, he told me that he wanted me to dress slutty when I would see him again" she said.
"He already was planning on seeing you again" I asked.
"Well, I kinda told him that I would see him again, one way or the other. It's just better that you don't mind" she said.
She spun around and said that she's got to go get ready for him, and off she went.
Half an hour later, down the stairs comes my wife in our honeymoon lingerie underneath a long dark coat that closed all the way in the front, so no one could see what she was wearing , unless she wanted them to.
There was a honk, and off went my wife, to be with her new black boyfriend, and likely some of his friends.
When she was dropped the next morning, I could hear his car idol ling in front of our condo. The complex that we lived in was elevated off of the driving lanes, which gave everyone room for drive in garages. So when I peaked around an edge of a curtain that was off to one side of the front door, I could see right through the passenger window into his front seat.
There in the passenger front seat was my wife, leaning completely over with her head bobbing in his lap, sucking his cock. And if I can see my wife sucking cock from this new friends of hers, then I would bet that some of our neighbors can see how good of a cock sucker my wife really is.
5 minutes in, he finally came. She sat up, looked up towards our front door, wiped her chin with her fingers of her left hand, opened the door with her right, and got out without a word.
I asked her if she had a good time.
She said that she really did, and was very glad that I understood her natural urges and needs. Then she said that since I don't mind if she is dating black man, that she would appreciate it if I wouldn't mind driving her over to the bar later that night so she could dance and hang out with him and his friends once more before we have to get serious about getting packed and ready to go.
I ended up doing the vast majority of the packing and stuff, since she kept going to see him every night and not coming back until the early morning.
We finally get on the road following our stuff on it's way to Atlanta, and a new start, and my wife says to me.." looks like there the majority of men in and around Atlanta are African American" she said.
"I think I'm going to like Atlanta" she says quietly.
But I heard it!
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