As soon as I told my husband about the plans I made with my boss, he did a complete 180 and freaked out on me! He told me he thought the whole thing was a joke and that is the only reason why he was so chill about it in the first place. I told him I would cancel the plans, but we still got into a big fight and he called me some nasty names like a whore and a slut and that he couldnt believe I would be willing to fuck a dirty n*gg*r for money. This set me off and I told my husband that he didn't satisfy me sexually and that I needed to get fucked by a real man and that maybe I wouldnt be willing to do it if my husband made more money, which was harsh but true. We didnt speak for two days leading up to the night with my boss, but in the end we made up and I got what I wanted...

That Friday (the day of the "date") my boss (Willy) and I kept locking eyes at work and giving each other sexual glances. I couldnt help but get turned on every time I saw him, knowing what was to come later that evening and wondering what it was going to be like to have sex with my first black man, first man 20 years older than me, and first man besides my husband in so many years! That afternoon, shortly before work let out for the day, Willy called me into his office and asked me to shut the door.

"Have a seat". Willy pulled out a big white envelope from his coat pocket. "Are we still on for tonight?"

"Yes, sir" I replied.

Willy handed me the envelope and I smiled up at him as I took it. It was full of cash!

"I have a car picking you up at 7, we are going out to the nicest restaurant in the city. I will see you there. Now, you have my permission to go home early today, I'll see you tonight!"

Willy opened the door for me and I thanked him on my way out. I was shaking so hard with nerves and anticipation, I could barely speak. I left work and went home to get ready...