Interracial Weekends
 

Interracial WeekendsAlly, a woman where I work, would often come in on Monday mornings looking happy but pretty well used.This one Friday when we were getting off work l saw this buff black guy pick her up. It was rather clear that they were more than just casual friends.Ally is white, married, in her 30s, and this definitely wasn't her husband.The next time I had the chance I asked her, "So who was the black guy that picked you up on Friday?""My weekend date."She saw the look on my face. "My husband got me into seeing him on weekends when he's not home."She saw that this needed far more of an explanation. "My husband likes to spend some weekends with guys at the lake . They fish, hunt, talk business, and stuff.""I'm invited, but it's totally a guy-thing so my husband introduced me to Jerold, a black guy he works with, who my husband noticed had kind of a thing for me.My husband had seen him in the shower and I guess he thought this guy would do it for me, which he does.I was amazed. "So you spend weekends with this guy?""A lot of them. The way it started was this one Saturday my husband called me from the lake and said fishing was exceptionally good and they wanted to spend the whole weekend there."Jerald and I had been talking since he introduced us, and I guess my husband felt guilty that he would be dumping me for his weekend, so he asked if it would be okay if he called Jerold to come over and the two of us could watch movies or whatever.After a long, late evening of movies, wine and pizza Jerold ended up spending the night."My husband found out, but rather than going ballistic or anything, he suggested that Jerold come over on more weekends."Weekend Interracial 1"And your husband knows you two are sleeping together?"Sure. "He gets off on hearing about the stuff Gerald and I do.""At night we go to a motel and spend the night fucking. Gerald is big and that what it takes for me, if you know what I mean."Often, Gerald's brother comes along with a date.That was a bit too much information. I decided it was time to get back to work.Back at my desk I kept thinking about that conversation. A whole night fucking? That would explain why Ally looked so used when she came in on Mondays. I had given up on trying to get my husband to take time with me and consequently I hadn't had a genuine orgasm in months, if not years.My husband would get off and he assumed that did it for me too. But it just left me more frustrated.I made a rather rash decision and called Ally back. "Do you ever invite friends along on your weekends?""No problem. We could invite Jerold's younger brother, Terry, to come along. I could have him come by after work to meet you. Nothing's set in stone. You could cancel after that if you wanted.""Tell me about him.""He's a nice k**. Horny to a fault, like most k**s his age. You would be very sore on Monday morning.""Better sore than neglected.""Knowing his brother, you definitely wouldn't be neglected."This was one of those 'now or never' situations where if I missed it I would forever look back on it as a missed opportunity. I already had too many of those in my life.I said, "I'll tell my husband that I'm going out of town with you, which would be true."She said, "Great, I'll set it up and we all can meet up in the parking lot after work."PS: Now, Ally and I both drag into work on a lot of Mondays looking pretty used.