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Hello, my name is Tim. I am a 30 year-old married man. I have been married for five years to my wife Danielle. She is an absolute beauty of a woman. I remember when we were married, I felt like I was the luckiest man in the world. Since I am no hunk myself, standing at just five foot six and extremely lanky, I felt like I didn't deserve such a nice, gorgeous wonderful woman.
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I must mention here that Danielle was previously working in a company called Floyd and Macgruber Inc. as a secretary. However, three months back, she applied for the post of executive assistant in a company called Cruz Market Research Ltd., a company that specialized in studying the market and guiding potential investors. She had bagged the post, and a much improved salary, and Jasmine was her new boss. The two had apparently hit it off outside of work, going to a corporate party and a nightclub together, and were now great friends. Danielle was often in awe of Jasmine and the way she had made her way up the corporate ladder, and brought her to the home often. Although I was pleased that Danielle had this new friend in her life to provide a welcome source of entertainment, I must admit that the woman intimidated me. Jasmine was a five foot ten black amazon, with muscular arms and a broad chest beneath a carved but beautiful face framed by hair that ran down to her shoulders. She seemed to have a toned stomach and her jeans made it obvious that she had sizeable thighs and calves. Not only did she look powerful, but she also carried herself in an aggressive and dominant manner. She would dominate the discussions we had and would ignore me for most parts of the conversations while directly addressing my wife. My wife, however, seemed taken by her new friend. Hence, I never voiced my concerns and allowed the friendship to bud. I had no idea what I was in for.
She was dressed in a black halter top that was scandalously low cut and showed off most of her ample boobs. It didn't even fall far enough to cover her belly. Below it she wore a metallic mini-skirt that clung to her ass and fell barely beyond her bum-crack. Below it she wore thigh-highs and what looked like 5" fuck-me-pumps. She had on at least two layers of make-up and her hair was done up in a very curly and trashy manner. In short, she looked like a complete whore, and from the glazed over look in her face, a whore who had probably been fucked. I could only watch as jasmine led her to the house, her hand obviously on Danielle's ass, with Danielle clinging to her. She opened the door with a key, stepped into the house with Danielle, and turned on the light. As she did so, I came into view, standing at the window, apprehension etched on my face. 041b061a72