Business Date Part One: Ultimatum

“Are you sure about this?” she asked as she looked at herself in the mirror.

“Sure,” I stared blankly. “What choice do I have?”

“You always have a choice, Stanley,” my wife turned to the side to stare at her ass in the tight short dress.

‘Yeah, right,’ I thought.

Two weeks ago, my wife Nadine came home and told me we had to ‘talk,’ I thought many things, not one of them was what came out of her mouth.

She was going on a business date with her boss, and nothing was out of the ordinary. Then she smiled at me.

“Not that kind of business date,” she said.

I had thought she meant they were going out of town or something or the usual gala event, but I was very wrong.

Carl was taking my wife out on the town on a date that would end up in the bedroom, and he was willing to pay her for the night. Not just the date but a whole night into the morning.

“No way!” I yelled.

I remembered standing up and yelling.

Nadine calmly said it was happening, and I either could accept it or file for divorce. Those were my options, as she had already received his terms.

I stared at Nadine as she picked up her purse. “Last time,” she said as she stared at me. “If you are not here in the morning, that is fine also,” she kissed me on the forehead.

I looked out the window and saw Carl, a tall, muscular black man, standing outside a limo. Nadine walked out of our house and stepped inside. Carl smiled at me as he got in.

“Bastard!” I said through gritted teeth.

I had weighed my options, and my first reaction was to leave, fuck her, fuck this house and just leave.

Nadine made the money in this house; her salary was almost double mine. We had always been upfront and honest with each other. No lies, no going to bed angry, was our rule. So, when she said those were my options, there was no fine gray line.

She reminded me of when I bought my Harley-Davidson bike and how it was way beyond my budget and could impact the household income. I put my foot down and told her I was buying it, no ifs or buts.

Nadine helped me pay for it, and now it sat in the garage, a large, expensive paperweight. I rode it for a few months and went to a few shows in Daytona, but after a while, sitting on it for too long made my back hurt, and then I just stopped.

I paced back and forth for what seemed like hours after she left. I should have just left, packed my shit, and said fuck it.

I almost fainted when Nadine told me how much he would pay her. Staring at that many zeros made me rethink everything.

‘Fuck!’ I stared at the clock.

It had only been an hour since she left.

‘Heading for the hotel,’ Nadine texted me.

‘Don’t want to know!’ I replied.

‘He told me to tell you,’ Nadine responded.

‘Well fuck him!’ I quickly replied.

“Fucking asshole!” I shouted.

Many other names for that man were flying through my head, none of them I had ever said out loud, but I was sure he had heard every single one of them.

I tried to watch television and go outside for a walk, but nothing made me feel better about what was happening.

I stared at my phone. ‘What was going on?’ I thought. ‘He couldn’t keep her for the whole night, right?’

My phone lit up again.

It was an image.

“Holy fuck!” I yelled as I saw a huge black cock inside of my wife’s tight hole. It was stretching it wide.

‘He is so fucking deep!’ was the caption.

It was fucking huge, thick, and dark black against her pale skin.

Another image of him pulling out and his cum leaking out of her.

‘He came inside you?’ I quickly texted.

‘Yes, three times, already,’ she replied.

Then my phone rang. It was a video call. ‘I am not accepting that,’ I told myself.

My hand betrayed my thoughts.

“Fuck Stanley, fuck his tiny white cock!” my wife was screaming.

“Look at your wife!” I saw Carl’s face as he was fucking my wife from behind.

My wife was backing her body onto the longest cock I had ever seen in person or otherwise.

“Fuck him!” Nadine yelled. “Only black cock for me from now on!”

“I am not even moving,” Carl smiled as he moved the phone down.

He was right. He stayed still, and my pure wife was backing all the way onto it, back and forth.

“What do you have to say to your husband?” Carl laughed as he gave her the phone.

“Don’t expect me home soon!” her crazed eyes said. “He is going to fuck every hole!”

“Bye loser!” Carl hung up.

I sat on my bed with my dick harder than a rock. Harder than it had been in years. ‘Why was I turned on?’

I jerked off and went to bed.

“Stanley! Wake up!” I woke in the morning to Nadine’s face next to mine.

“When did you get home?” I asked.

“Just now,” Nadine was smiling.

“Fuck me, Stanley!” Nadine said. “Fuck me now!”

I had never seen Nadine so excited, not in all our years of marriage.

“Do it Stanley, make me yours again!”

I fucked her hard. I slapped her face, wrapped my hands around her neck, and squeezed.

For the first time in the entire fourteen years of marriage, we fucked so hard that we nearly broke the bed and the kitchen table. I fucked my wife everywhere in the house.

“Enjoy yourself,” I smiled as Nadine got ready for another ‘business date’ with one of the partners at the firm.

“You know I will,” Nadine winked. “You better be ready, for my return,” She kissed me.

“Yes, I will,” I smiled as I watched her leave.