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Chapter Two of a true story
Following the humiliating events of his college days Myron went to work for a small, executive firm in Marketing and Development. There, he honed his skills and climbed the corporate ladder very well over the next 12 and a half years. He saved nearly every dime he could in the hopes of providing for his future and future wife. Hopefully, someday a family as well.
Myron, the 6' 7" tall and 224 lb. pencil-necked and noticeably nerdish white man was now completely entrenched into adulthood. He had moved back home after college to live with his mom and dad. He father passed away less than five years later. But, his mother's house had already been paid for and the insurance, as well as the small nest egg left by his deceased father, had taken care of the rest.
This allowed Myron to save most of the money he was earning in the corporate world and to make a few small investments along the way. It was not nearly enough to retire on as he reached his early 30's, but it was more than enough to get out on his own. He could live comfortably.
But, Myron felt at ease living at home with his mom. He liked the umbrella of security this provided. He spent many Saturday nights baking chocolate chip cookies and watching romance movies with her. These movies soon became Myron's favorite ones as well.
Myron watched these movies and longed for the day he would meet the woman of his dreams.
But, while his career was progressing very nicely, the passive Myron was not nearly as successful with the women. Nor, was he even close to meeting a woman he could settle down with.
Despite his very tall stature, Myron remained more of the weakling type with a "weaker" looking chin and a noticeably underdeveloped physique. His overall physical appearance was soft, shy and timid, and this matched his personality.
His success in the business world had been attributed more to his analytical skills rather than his aggressiveness in this so-called concrete jungle.
In the 12 years that followed graduation Myron had only 3 very short-lived love interests. All of these women ended the courtship relatively fast, many disappointed by Myron's ultra-passive nature and lack of taking charge in the bedroom.
Unbeknownst to Myron, they had been disappointed by the 6' 7" 224 lb. man's lack of sexual prowess, and the barely 5" less than thick cock which he so unproudly possessed.
Myron was far from a sexual-dynamo, and he knew it. Yet, he had hoped to find a woman who would see him for the loving and caring man he was. Someone who would accept what he always thought was an "average" sized cock and a better life.
That woman would be Mona Carter.
At the age of 34, Myron was recruited by a larger corporation about 40 miles from the city. Although this could mean moving away from his sweet and adoring mom, it was an offer he found very difficult to refuse.
With a tearful eye, Myron explained this career opportunity to his mom. She was quite receptive to the idea as she had felt for so long that her son would benefit from this change, like this one.
With that approval Myron accepted the position.
He proceeded to purchase a large home in a beautiful, upper-to-middle-class suburb. He also purchased a smaller cottage-style home in another nearby suburb for his mother, no more than 10 miles away.
Although Myron was having second thoughts about the mom and living apart from her, Myron's mom continued to encourage the decision. She told him that it was finally time to cut those apron strings loose and find himself a wife to settle down with. Myron hesitantly shook his head in agreement. He could not disagree with the wise words of his loving mother.
"Yes, okay mom. I know you're right". Myron said.
His frightened and somewhat saddened voice was not even that convincing to himself. Nevertheless, the decision became final.
With the new corporation things seemed to fall in place for the "nerdish" Myron. His career was beginning to progress at an even faster rate, moving to upper-management with just 2 months. Despite the snobbish all-white suburb where he now resided, and a very high mortgage, he knew he had made a sound career decision.
He now had a beautifully-detailed 5-bedroom home with an inground pool in a very upscale area. A 30 foot private and secluded deck complimented the home.
"This was a nice investment". He reasoned.
Still, Myron remained conservative in all other aspects of his life. He drove a 6-year old mid-sized Ford and continued to put away as much of his remaining salary as possible. He made a few other minor investments along the way but mostly lived a life of someone barely making ends meet. He never truly splurged.
After five months on the job Myron finally met Mona.
Mona Carter was a 23-year-old intern at the time, and she soon graduated. She graduated from an all-girl's catholic academy in the midwest. To Myron, she couldn't have been more beautiful. She was ravishing. A true vision.
Mona Carter was the epitome of grace and beauty. She stood 5' 6" tall and weighed a trim yet voluptuous 122 lbs., with fair skin and a 34D bustline. Her trim 23" waist and taut 35" hips was a true reflection of the many years she had spent as a youth in dance and ballet.
Her long, brilliant blonde hair, in profusion, and bright violet-blue eyes highlighted a picture-perfect face reflecting her Scandanavian and Norwegian decents.
Myron had thought she was perfect.
Mona Carter had been raised by a fairly strict catholic family in a conservative small town. She exclusively attended all-girls' academies since Junior High. And, she was a former teen beauty pageant runner up in her freshman year of high school. She even tried a year of cheerleading at Mathers JHS.
The angelic and radiant 23-year-old midwestern blonde had only smaller aspirations of a business career. She had bigger aspirations of meeting her knight in shining armor and being well taken care of by him while raising a small family. But, she wanted the better life. She certainly did not want a life where she would struggle to make ends meet as her parents did.
At the time she would be more than content to have this type of life she envisioned. Mona Carter saw this life well within her grasp when she met Myron.
In her eyes, Myron was a perfect gentleman. He was a polite, well-mannered and financially well to do man that could provide her with the things she always dreamed about. Like many midwestern girls from her small town she had envisioned being swept away by a successful man and into upper middle class society.
"So what if he's a bit nerdy." she kept reminding herself.
She was thinking of the man who seemed to treat her like a princess. "He still has a lot to offer a girl. He is so sweet." she reasoned.
After a brief courtship, the stunning girl next door married the tall, conservative Myron. They settled into Myron's glorious new home in the burbs almost immediately.
Myron couldn't have been happier.
He concentrated on his career even more diligently. Mona took a part time job with a catering company closer to home. Afterall, she really didn't need to work because of her husband's upper level management income and she felt having c***dren and raising a family was more important. More important than some stuffy old business career. She had told a friend.
In the first two years of marriage, though, Myron was unable to provide a c***d for his strikingly beautiful young wife. Nor could he satisfy her sexually in the way she had hoped for.
Mona was beginning to feel the disppointment of Myron's small and undernourished looking cock. His once a week, 10 minute attempts to please her left her unfulfilled. Deep down, she also felt that her husband could have tried harder to give her a c***d.
But, Mona had quickly grown comfortable in her new lifestyle. The disappointments on the sexual side was something she felt she could live with. She would have to.
Still, Mona remained quite devoted to her husband. She also remained devoted her part time career in the upper echelon of the catering business.
This feeling prevailed for many years.
After 14 years of marriage, Mona had come to the realization, and had accepted, the fact that her taller and wimpier husband would never become the aggressive, take charge type. She had known this for many years, and her hopes to change that diminished with each passing year.
Mona was beginning to think about that type of man. The type that was opposite of her weakling of a husband. The strong, take-charge type with a stonger sex drive would be nice. She thought about this more often now.
Despite Mona's numerous attempts to get her husband more "in the mood" and to become "more aggressive" in the bedroom, she failed.
The ravishing blonde woman tried everything from wearing cheerleader costumes and a myriad of other sexier outfits, to planning romantic vacations in Hawaii and France. She even suggested roleplaying scenes with her as a hooker and her husband as the "john" who picked her up on a street corner. Mona had read that in a woman's magazine one day. It was far from her personality to do so, but she was getting desparate.
Despite these bold efforts to stir something inside her meek and passive husband, Myron was seldom interested. He was appalled by the suggestions of his younger wife and disinterested in breaking from his normal routine.
His weak attempts to please her went from a boring once a week to an even more boring twice a month.
The elegant blonde beauty began trying less and less after these rejections and she simply continued to accept her chosen lifestyle more and more. The first 10 years of marriage were bland and the last 4 years even more vanilla.
She now turned 38, and Myron was 49. Mona had all but given up all hope of ever having a c***d. She even thought about asking her husband about adoption, but then stopped. She knew her conservative Myron would never stand for that, either.
At 38, Mona remained a truly stunning woman. She was as beautiful as ever. Her daily aerobics routines and frequent trips to the Woman's Workout facility near her workplace really showed. She was proud of her body. In fact, many others felt she was even more beautiful than she was in her 20's and she still turned many heads.
At 49, Myron remained passively content in his life. Things had settled into a comfortable routine for him. And, he liked that. He seldom thought about his ex-sweetheat from his college days, Becky Collins, and the failed romantic attempts of the past had not entered his mind for many years.
That is, until shortly after he received some bad news.
Myron had heard rumors about his company being sold. The older corporation was beginning to fail and the company he had worked so diligently for, and for the past 14 years, was selling out to a newer, up and coming organization.
Now, these rumors were real. The takeover and the restructuring of the operation would begin immediately.
The younger and more progressive company had plans to cut more than 90% of the current staff in favor of their own people. Few, if any, would retain their current positions. And, that would be decided by a 3rd party group during an interview process.
After the day Myron was interviewed he was chosen to stay with the company. But, he was faced with a limited choice.
He had a choice of taking a lower graded position as an Assistant Manager with a salary $40k a year less than he was making, or take a $15K payout settlement and face termination.
Humbled and uncertain about his future prospects, Myron accepted the lower paying position. He reasoned that this new assignment would be fine for the time being, and he could scout around for other opportunities in the same field.
When he arrived home that night he looked defeated and drained, and he tentatively gave the bad news to his wife.
Myron's beautiful wife of 14 years appeared concerned. She explained that their savings was still good, but no longer great. She reminded Myron that they had loaned her family over $75K in the past two years and still had mortgages to pay for their home as well as his mom's home.
"We have enough for you to take off for a year or so while you find another job ... so, why don't you do that". Mona asked.
With a bit more concern in her voice now, Mona quickly changed her mind.
"But, then again maybe you should keep this job they gave you for awhile and start looking around for something else". She reasoned.
"You're right, honey". Myron replied.
"We can't afford for me to be out of work right now, and at my age I won't be getting too many offers anytime soon". he said in a defeated tone.
"Well, maybe I should also try to get a better job?!" Mona asked.
But, Mona had not acquired many additional business skills in the past 14 years, except for the catering business. She knew her opportunities would be limited. And, Myron knew this too.
"No. I think things will be alright". Myron said.
"This is a good position and I can always move up the ranks again. If not, maybe something else will come along?" He concluded.
But, the job market was extremely soft at the time, and no offers or even offers to interview came his way. There were no offers in April, May or June as the younger and more progressive company completed the transition.
That is when Myron was introduced to his new boss, Je'Quon.
Je'Quon was a 27-year-old handsome black man with a rougher exterior. He had a chiseled and stern face, and dressed like he had a million dollar salary.
He was considerably-shorter than Myron, standing just 5' 8" tall, but had an incredibly athletic physique and a 30" waist on his powerfully built 185 lb. frame. He was fairly a dark skinned man who seemed to be a cross between the polished former-street gang member type and the more educated college athletic type.
True to this image, Je'Quon had a high school and college career in football at the tailback position and in track.
One could easily tell by just looking at this younger black man that he was a supremely strong and confidant man, almost arrogant, in appearance.
He intimidated the docile and yielding Myron tremendously.
Additionally, the young Je'Quon was just as tough as his appearance. He sat Myron down in his office that first day and laid down the law!
"Listen! I'm not here for any games or corporate bullshit". He began. "Your former group of idiots ran this thing into the ground a long time ago and we're gonna' fix it!" He yelled.
He seemed almost disgusted by the nervous wimp sitting before him.
"Yes, okay". Myron replied in a timid whisper.
Je'Quon's eyebrows seemed to bend in anger. "Yes, Sir!" he snapped, directing Myron how to address him.
Myron's face turned a crimson red. "uh, yes, Sir Mr. McWilliams". Myron stuttered. Je'Quon simply sneered, amused by the lack of backbone that his new white male subordinate showed.
"You're dismissed!" Je'Quon ordered.
"Yes, Sir". Myron replied nervously.
Dismissed by his new boss, Myron drove home feeling humiliated. He was humiliated by the fact that he now had a boss 22 years younger than he was. Even more demeaning for him was the way this young black man spoke to him, as if he were angry that Myron was assigned to him as his assistant rather than some pretty young blonde.
Je'Quon was a more than demanding boss. Seldom did he ease up on poor Myron and he even started making Myron bring him his coffee in the mornings and early afternoons.
That first day Je'Quon made that request for coffee was a very humiliating experience for Myron.
"Listen! I expect coffee on my desk when I sit down, ya' hear that?!" Je'Quon told Myron.
"Y-Yes, Sir". Myron replied.
That day, Myron walked in with the cup of coffee after his boss first ordered it. He had a little cream and sugar off to the side along with it.
Je'Quon was on the phone as Myron entered his boss' newly-decorated office.
"Sir?" Myron humbly spoke softly, "Did y-you want cream and sugar in that, Sir?" He asked.
Je'Quon held his hand over the phone and placed it down to his broad chest, covering the mouthpiece.
"What? Do I look like some sorta pussy to you, boy?I drink it black!" He yelled.
Myron was taken back by his new boss' even sharper tone.
"Y-Yes, Sir". Myron replied, meekly. It was an indirect insult to him as Myron knew all too well that his boss had just seen him preparing his own coffee the day before. Myron took his coffee with two teaspoons of cream and two teaspoons of sugar.
Mona began noticing a difference in her tall, timid husband right away. Myron was now even more stressed out by his job and the new position with the firm. He was also becoming even less active in the bedroom.
In June, Mona began noticing the reactions of her husband when his new boss would call him on the phone at nights. She often overheard Myron's end of it from a short distance, as she walked by his study.
"Yes, Sir." Myron said, exasperated.
"Right away, Sir."
"Okay, Sir."
"I'll have that for you tomorrow then, Sir!"
"yes, Sir Mr. McWilliams, Sir."
"I'm sorry, Sir." Myron repeated dozens of times.
These are the words and the worried tone that Mona heard practically every night from her husband's lips. He often tried in vain to cover it up. And, this was occurring nearly every day for the the next two months.
Seeing her husband so emasculated like that and overhearing some of the muffled yelling coming from that phone as her husband was "scolded" by his new boss was shocking and even embarrassing.
Mona finally decided to say something.
"Why don't you just quit that job. He sounds like such a bully". she snapped. And, she suggested this many, many times in those first two months.
Mona persisted.
"Maybe I should just go and talk to that boss of yours ... I should give him a piece of mind ... who does he think he is ... calling you at all hours ... and making you run back to the office like that all the time?" Mona said in a protective and disturbed tone of voice.
Myron was humiliated beyond words. His face always seemed beet red when his boss called. "N-No, Mona ... no! Don't do that ... things will get better, I'm sure". He told her. "Please don't make it any worse". He pleaded.
A week later, Mona found a crumpled up note in the inside pocket of her husband's navy suit. It was a note from Myron's boss, but it was only signed with the letter "J". She was shocked by this note.
"Pick up my fuckin' dry-cleaning at Jasper's Dry Cleaning Service on 5th Street".
"I want all 7 pairs of shoes in my office shined by 9!"
"Have my July report ready by 10!"
The note read like a list of commands. "Oh my gosh!" Mona thought to herself.
Myron had not yet told his wife anything about his new boss. He had never mentioned the fact that he was 22 years younger than him, either. It was too embarrassing for him to admit that and he had hoped he would land a new job soon. Myron often wondered what his wife would think if she knew.
Those first two months moved into three. It was now mid August and, still, no other job offers had come. It was more important than ever that Myron stayed working.
Then one day Mona received a 'flyer' in the mail from the newly-named corporation.
It was an invitation announcing their upcoming annual company summer picnic. The picnic was to be held at some higher class beach resort by the lake, and read "swimwear recommended, but not required".
Mona grew excited about the invite and immediately grabbed her hand bag to run out and do some shopping.
She purchased for herself a new red two-piece bikini, to show off her phenomenal-looking body.
She also picked out a pair of beach shorts for Myron, a lighter teal pastel colored pair with two yellow ducks printed onto the left leg of them. Mona thought about how cute and young and, well, "fun" they looked. The considerate wife thought this might even show the the rest of the company a lighter and more fun side of her husband. Her intentions were genuine.
Mona also sent back the invitation with an acceptance, and she excitingly told Myron about it when he arrived home for the night.
Myron nearly fainted.
"What?! No". Myron shouted. "I don't want to go. I'm not going, I hate those things". He stammered, a nearly uncontrollable panic showing on his face.
Mona was startled by her husband's response.
"What on earth do you mean?... it's only a silly little company picnic?!" she shouted.
Myron, secretly embarrassed by having such a young boss, repeated his displeasure.
"I just don't want to go, ok?" He said.
But, Mona insisted.
"Well, we are going. I already bought us new suits, and, well if you're not going then I'll just go myself". Mona shouted.
The small arguement ended quickly.
Defeated, Myron agreed to go ... as long as they would just make an appearance - a brief one - and stay for no more than an hour.
Mona agreed.
That next Saturday came too quickly for Myron.
The Friday night before Myron had just been "scolded", once again, by his younger boss Je'Quon.
But, this was a "scolding" that seemed even more demeaning for her husband, in Mona's eyes. She had just slipped into the house quietly after doing a little last minute shopping when she began to overhear the conversation from the study. Again, she could only hear Myron's end of it.
"No, Sir, I. "
"I'm sorry, Sir".
"Yes, Sir". "Yes, Sir. I did clean them, Sir".
"No, Sir. I'm not an idiot, Sir".
"Yes, Sir. I'll try harder, Sir".
"Yes, Sir. Ok, Sir. I'll go do that right now, Sir. Right away, Sir". Myron quivered.
As the phone call began to end, Mona scurried back into the kitchen and began putting the groceries away. She didn't want her husband to know she had been listening from a shorter distance.
Myron walked into the kitchen in aguish, looking as if he was a new puppy dog walking away with his tail between his legs. He was surprised to see Mona there.
"Mona?!" He gasped. "I thought you were...?" He began asking.
Mona intervened.
"Your boss again?" she asked.
Myron looked defeated.
"Yeah, I gotta go get something from the office". He announced, in a softer whisper.
To Mona, it seemed as if this boss was making Myron run back to the office 2 or 3 times a week, and for the past few months? It finally got to her.
"What?!" Mona shouted. "It's 8 o'clock in the evening! Why would you have to do that?" she began asking.
But, Myron interupted.
"Please, honey. I, well. I'll be back soon, okay?" He murmured.
Myron grabbed his keys and scurried out the door.
He returned an hour later.
But, now it was Saturday morning and Myron and Mona had prepared for the 4 hour drive up north to this beach resort by the lake. It was a long drive and just past the half way mark Mona began asking questions, again.
"Why did your boss make you run out like that last night?" she asked.
"What was it this time?" she continued.
"It was nothing, Mona. Please. Just some reports". Myron answered.
"What is this boss' name anyway? Your new boss?" she asked.
"Well, it's Mr. McWilliams". he replied.
Mona paused, then continued.
"No, No. I mean his first name. What's his first name and who is he?" she said.
"I can't wait to give that bully of a boss of yours a piece of my mind. I mean, calling you up on the phone like that every night and stressing you out like that!" she went on.
Myron answered.
"Honey, don't do that. Please. Don't go saying anything!" Myron said nervously.
"Well, I don't know. I mean." she started, but then paused. Mona continued thinking to herself about how she would just love to tell this new boss off.
"Well, what is his name is what I asked?" Mona questioned.
Myron finally responded.
"Well, his name is Je'Quon. But, again, honey please please don't go starting anything if we see him there. Just don't, okay?". he continued pleading.
"Je'Quon? His name is Je'Quon?" Mona replied.
"That name sounds like a black man's name". she stated, confused.
"Well, yeah. He is black". Myron replied.
Mona was a bit surprised but this little fact since her husband never mentioned that before. Still, it didn't seem to deter her from the fact that she was disturbed by the treatment her husband was getting.
"He is? Well, I don't care what he is. He has some nerve treating you like that!" she added.
There was dead silence in the car for the last 30 minutes of the drive.
As they approached the resort, Myron grew more concerned. But, he didn't notice his boss' car in the parking area and eventually gasped a sigh of relief.
"Well we're here". Myron announced.
Myron didn't have any plans on associating with his other new co-workers right away. More importantly, he did not want to be around when his new boss showed up, if he decided to show up at all.
He swiftly escorted his wife over to an area closer to the lake, near some larger sitting rocks about 30 feet from the shore. This area was slightly secluded, a good 75 yards away from where the rest of the group was congregating.
There, he felt better. Safer.
The large, wider rocks were very low to the sand and, perhaps, no more than a few inches high. The flat rock Mona sat upon was only about a foot away from Myron's, and to his right. This left her sitting about 8-9 inches higher than Myron's sitting position, closer now to being face to face.
"This is nicer over here". Myron exclaimed.
Mona seemed more anxious after the long drive. She wanted to move around more and she wanted to meet her husband's new colleagues.
"Why don't we go over there?..." Mona suggested, pointing to the rest of the crowd under a tent in a distance.
"Uh-well, okay ... sure ... but, well ... let's just sit here for awhile and enjoy this ... it's really nice over here". Myron proposed.
Mona unwillingly accepted her nervous husband's proposal for now. For her, it was too much of a hassle to persuade him to do anything else.
"At least I got him to come to this picnic". she thought.
As Myron and Mona sat there in almost complete silence, it was clear to Mona that her husband was beginning to get a bit nervous. He kept looking over his left shoulder towards the crowd in the distance and making unimportant small talk about the weather and the rocks they sat upon.
Mona looked amazing in her new red two-piece bikini. She revelled in soaking up the rays of the sun as it drenched her fair skin with warmth. It was a hot August day, 95 degrees, but the humidity wasn't high at all. To her, it was the perfect summer day.
As Myron continued his insignificant and petty small talk Mona had pretty much alreadt started to zone him out. It had been 10 minutes of boredom, and it was getting more boring with each passing moment.
That is when she saw him!
A short distance away, perhaps no more than 20 yards from where she sat with her husband, she noticed a young black man casually strolling into her line of sight.
He was the most incredible physical speciman she had ever laid her eyes upon!
He stood 5' 8" with an absolutely chiseled body on a perfect 185 lb. frame. His dark chocolate skin seemed to glisten in the sunlight as his scuplted chest and six pack abs looked like they had been carved from granite. He had a trim waist, thick and powerful muscular thighs, and his massive arms truly looked like they were built for arsenals of destruction. His left arm was adorned with a tattoo of a black cobra.
Mona appeared startled by the sight of this black man. It was he carried himself, so confidently and bold. Even more startling to her was the absolute monstrosity of a bulge on clear display in the front pouch of the opaque neon-purple colored bikinis that he was wearing so proudly.
The massive bulge stretching against this man's flimsy bikini pouch seemed to be a mirage. To Mona, it couldn't be real?!
"It just couldn't be?" she thought.
The protruding pouch was blatantly obvious to her and stood out, magnificently, even from that distance. It was almost obscene in the way that man's thick, full package simply "jutted" out nearly four full inches from his tightly ripped dark body. It hung low and heavy between his dark, commanding thighs.
The ultra-thin lycra spandex fabric of that light-neon-purple bikini contrasted with his deep, rich dark brown skin, enhancing it's display.
This man seemed to look away from them, uncaringly, and towards the main crowd in the distance. He moved in the slow, calculating way a black panther moves as he continued his call.
Mona gasped as she studied the young, imposing figure from a short distance away. It was difficult for her to remove her eyes from that herculean sized bulge.
The opaque fabric of that little neon-purple bikini seemed to be about as thin and flimsy as the nylon tights she wore to her aerobics classes?! She gazed upon his well-defined masculinity and rippled muscular asscheeks as he continued to keep his back to her.
When the black god turned slowly and ever so slightly to the side, her focus was clearly on that preposterously-large front pouch protruding from his artistically carved body.
"How could anyone not notice that enormous package he was carrying?" Mona continued thinking. It was 'that' obtrusive!
Mona gasped for yet another breath of air. She continued to look on in utter disbelief.
It truly was as if this young black adonis had those flimsy, little thin-sided bikinis custom-made with a puposely medium-size backside portion to cover his well scuplted asscheeks and a double X large front pouch to contain that obvious immense cock?!!
It was that blatant. Almost, unimagineably blatant, to her.
It truly, and unexaggeratingly so, appeared as if this young stud had hadhazardly placed one of those large slabs of deli salami into the front pouch of those flimsy little things. It stretched the whisper-thin lycra-spandex fabric outward and to the middle of his strong thighs.
The pure elephantine size of it sent the warm blood in her veins through her body even faster.
Mona simply could not believe what she was seeing?! Just looking at it she didn't think it could be real?!
This black adonis was, seemingly, still unaware of the couple's presence as he casually moved about, drenching his dynamic body in the hot sun as he continued his call.
He appeared deeply involved with that cell call and confidentally moving his powerfully built body around, now in slow circles.
Mona's eyes followed every movement he made.
He was also wearing a pair of dark shades and a pair of expensive pair of black leathered sandal-like flip flops. The caller on the other end of his phone seemed to consume him. A thick, gold chained adorned his neckline and chiseled upper chest, and it gleemed when the sunlight struck it just right.
Myron was still consumed in the idle 'small talk' and paying little attention to his wife's reaction. He was unaware of where his beautiful wife's focus was for several minutes.
He had not looked over his shoulder in quite awhile, perhaps several minutes, but then he suddenly puased.
He looked at his gorgeous blonde wife and noticed her full, pouty lips parted more than usual. He wondered what had put that awed look on her pretty face.
She gazed right past him, and towards the black stud standing a mere 20 yards away.
Confused, Myron spoke.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She could barely speak.
"Wh-Who's th-that?" she whispered so faintly, her breathing noticeably changed. It was as if she had just been looking at the eight wonder of the world.
It wasn't nearly as obvious to Myron at that moment. He knew that his wife's attention had changed, but he didn't realize that she was completely weakened by the mere presence of this young black man.
Myron finally turned to look behind him.
And, It was Je'Quon!!
Myron's entire body slumped. His weak shoulders fell even lower as he now noticed his young boss only that short distance away.
"Uh ... th-that's ... uh ... Je'Quon". he meekly answered.
Mona was in absolute disbelief.
"Th-THAT'S your boss?!!" she asked, her voice quivering and weak and barely audible. Her bikini bottoms literally moistened to another level.
Mona returned to her silence as she looked towards this amazing physical specimen. She had never imagined a man like that could exist.
"Yeah. That's him". Myron mumbled.
At that time, Je'Quon had just closed his flip phone and peered around the landscape. He noticed the couple sitting over by the flattened beach rocks closer to the shore. He flashed a smile with his perfect pearly whites and began walking towards them.
Myron sank even lower as he saw his young boss slowly approaching.
Mona, on the other hand, was dead silent.
Her mouth was dry. She gazed upon this young stud of a man striding towards her through the sand. In her mind, it was as if he was walking in slow motion towards her. His colossal cock, in the thin, wispy material of his nyloned bikini, literally began to slap his massive thighs, back and forth from one thigh to the other with each and every step he made.
It seemed like an eternity for Je'Quon to make his way over to them. He seemed to be taking his time.
Seconds later, he finally arrived.
"Well, well, well ... you did show up, afterall". He began, directing his comments to the nervous Myron.
"Hey! you got there just in time with my Tai food takeout last night ... the bitch I was with was gettin' pretty hungry". He laughed.
Myron must have turned five shades of red.
His young boss had all but announced to his wife the fact that Myron had not gone out to the office last night for any "reports" as Myron had told her. Rather, was he ordered to fetch his young black boss' dinner for him and his date.
Mona heard that. She heard every word of it, and for just a second came to the realization that her husband's younger stud of a boss was making him run out at night on errands for him all the time.
That thought lasted mere seconds as she remained awestruck by this young adonis standing before them.
Mona was still gawking, uncontrollably, at the magnificent black man and that almost obscenely enormous bulge he was carrying with him. Her mouth seemed to hang open even wider. He was now standing only two feet from them.
"And, this is must be your pretty wife, huh?" Je'Quon asked.
Myron was almost trembling as the young black man extended his hand towards his wife.
"I'm Je'Quon". He said, introducing himself.
Mona seemed to be in another world. She could barely move her soft lips as she listlessly extended her right hand to meet his.
"Mona". she murmured, in a faint tone.
"Nice to finally meet 'ya Mona". Je'Quon returned.
He now turned to his subordinate.
"Say, boy ... why don't you go N' fetch a beer for me and this pretty little wife of yours." He began to say.
He paused.
"No. Better make that wine. There's sum' nice white wine o'er by the tent". He ordered.
Myron tried to explain to him that they did not drink alcohol much at all. "W-Well, uh-Sir ... Mona and I really d-don't ... uh ..." He timidly started.
But, Myron was quickly cut short by his domineering young boss.
"You heard me!" Je'Quon said firmly. His rough voice and slightly harsher tone filled the summer air.
Mona was in awe by the way Myron immediately answered so meekly. "Yes, Sir". He shuttered.
Mona was fascinated by the way this young black stud had just emasculated her 6' 7" tall nerdy husband.
As Myron obediently scurried off to fetch the wine for his boss, one could see the nervousness in his steps.
Je'Quon turned back towards Mona and took another half step closer, placing his right leg onto another rock just a few inches higher, and to Mona's left.
This left Je'Quon's monstrous bulge literally only 6 inches from Mona's face, and directly on the same level as of her model like nose.
She was now 'face-to-face' with it! And, she quivered in silence as her eyes widened when the young black stud casually and so non-chalantly adjusted his massive package with his left hand.
Je'Quon began to speak.
He was speaking as if nothing had happened. Or, was happening. His cool presence and boldness sent a shiver down her spine. His casual arrogance was turning the beautiful Mona into a pile of melted butter.
"I think you'll like dis' wine." He began, "you do like wine, don't you?" He asked her.
In an even fainter, stuttered whisper, Mona replied. "yes."
"Good then!" Je'Quon stated.
Mona could hardly keep her eyes from the mammoth-sized bulge right before her eyes. She would glance up at the dark physical specimen in awe as he spoke, and then back down with quicker glances to his impressive and ominous cock straining through the thin, opaque neon-purple fabric. He face was flushed and her cheeks bright red.
The small talk of Je'Quon simply comtinued.
He was going on and on about different wines and how he would someday have his own distillery.
Mona could hear the sound of his voice, but she was unable to comprehend the words he spoke. She still could not believe the sheer size of that huge cock this young black man had packed away in those flimsy bikinis?!
Je'Quon's rambling about wines and such was finally interupted by another cell call, which he immediately took.
Mona began gazing upon this bronzed adonis even more so, as his attention was no longer on her. Instead, Je'Quon gazed out into the lake as he spoke to his caller, ignoring her for the moment.
The gorgeous 38-year-old blonde wife seemed to be in another world, falling deeper into her trance-like state.
She stared straight at it.
The adonis' crotch area was a mere 6 inches away from her eyes, and protruded out, proudly, to an almost incomprehensible size. She could see every detail and outline of his massive cock through the thin fabric. It had to be, and was, a full 7 inches in its' soft stage and as thick as a coke bottle.
The enormous veins in his cock could also be easily seen, and in every detail, as the clinging spandex material of his bikini did it's job.
She stared hungrily at it as her pussy moistened even more. And, she stared at it for an interminable amount of time, never once looking away. It was as if she was now in a complete trance.
She even watched a single bead of sweat from his carved torso run down to his defined hips and down the full length of his lycra-spandex clad shaft.
She could hardly breathe.
The 8 minute call Je'Quon took was enough to begin to send the beautiful blonde into more of a zombie-like state. Her face now revealed a more subtle awestrucken look as she glanced upwards to his face as he ended the call.
It was at that time that Myron could be seen in the ditance on his way back. He was carrying two empty wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Grigio.
END Ch. 2
to be continued.
Following the humiliating events of his college days Myron went to work for a small, executive firm in Marketing and Development. There, he honed his skills and climbed the corporate ladder very well over the next 12 and a half years. He saved nearly every dime he could in the hopes of providing for his future and future wife. Hopefully, someday a family as well.
Myron, the 6' 7" tall and 224 lb. pencil-necked and noticeably nerdish white man was now completely entrenched into adulthood. He had moved back home after college to live with his mom and dad. He father passed away less than five years later. But, his mother's house had already been paid for and the insurance, as well as the small nest egg left by his deceased father, had taken care of the rest.
This allowed Myron to save most of the money he was earning in the corporate world and to make a few small investments along the way. It was not nearly enough to retire on as he reached his early 30's, but it was more than enough to get out on his own. He could live comfortably.
But, Myron felt at ease living at home with his mom. He liked the umbrella of security this provided. He spent many Saturday nights baking chocolate chip cookies and watching romance movies with her. These movies soon became Myron's favorite ones as well.
Myron watched these movies and longed for the day he would meet the woman of his dreams.
But, while his career was progressing very nicely, the passive Myron was not nearly as successful with the women. Nor, was he even close to meeting a woman he could settle down with.
Despite his very tall stature, Myron remained more of the weakling type with a "weaker" looking chin and a noticeably underdeveloped physique. His overall physical appearance was soft, shy and timid, and this matched his personality.
His success in the business world had been attributed more to his analytical skills rather than his aggressiveness in this so-called concrete jungle.
In the 12 years that followed graduation Myron had only 3 very short-lived love interests. All of these women ended the courtship relatively fast, many disappointed by Myron's ultra-passive nature and lack of taking charge in the bedroom.
Unbeknownst to Myron, they had been disappointed by the 6' 7" 224 lb. man's lack of sexual prowess, and the barely 5" less than thick cock which he so unproudly possessed.
Myron was far from a sexual-dynamo, and he knew it. Yet, he had hoped to find a woman who would see him for the loving and caring man he was. Someone who would accept what he always thought was an "average" sized cock and a better life.
That woman would be Mona Carter.
At the age of 34, Myron was recruited by a larger corporation about 40 miles from the city. Although this could mean moving away from his sweet and adoring mom, it was an offer he found very difficult to refuse.
With a tearful eye, Myron explained this career opportunity to his mom. She was quite receptive to the idea as she had felt for so long that her son would benefit from this change, like this one.
With that approval Myron accepted the position.
He proceeded to purchase a large home in a beautiful, upper-to-middle-class suburb. He also purchased a smaller cottage-style home in another nearby suburb for his mother, no more than 10 miles away.
Although Myron was having second thoughts about the mom and living apart from her, Myron's mom continued to encourage the decision. She told him that it was finally time to cut those apron strings loose and find himself a wife to settle down with. Myron hesitantly shook his head in agreement. He could not disagree with the wise words of his loving mother.
"Yes, okay mom. I know you're right". Myron said.
His frightened and somewhat saddened voice was not even that convincing to himself. Nevertheless, the decision became final.
With the new corporation things seemed to fall in place for the "nerdish" Myron. His career was beginning to progress at an even faster rate, moving to upper-management with just 2 months. Despite the snobbish all-white suburb where he now resided, and a very high mortgage, he knew he had made a sound career decision.
He now had a beautifully-detailed 5-bedroom home with an inground pool in a very upscale area. A 30 foot private and secluded deck complimented the home.
"This was a nice investment". He reasoned.
Still, Myron remained conservative in all other aspects of his life. He drove a 6-year old mid-sized Ford and continued to put away as much of his remaining salary as possible. He made a few other minor investments along the way but mostly lived a life of someone barely making ends meet. He never truly splurged.
After five months on the job Myron finally met Mona.
Mona Carter was a 23-year-old intern at the time, and she soon graduated. She graduated from an all-girl's catholic academy in the midwest. To Myron, she couldn't have been more beautiful. She was ravishing. A true vision.
Mona Carter was the epitome of grace and beauty. She stood 5' 6" tall and weighed a trim yet voluptuous 122 lbs., with fair skin and a 34D bustline. Her trim 23" waist and taut 35" hips was a true reflection of the many years she had spent as a youth in dance and ballet.
Her long, brilliant blonde hair, in profusion, and bright violet-blue eyes highlighted a picture-perfect face reflecting her Scandanavian and Norwegian decents.
Myron had thought she was perfect.
Mona Carter had been raised by a fairly strict catholic family in a conservative small town. She exclusively attended all-girls' academies since Junior High. And, she was a former teen beauty pageant runner up in her freshman year of high school. She even tried a year of cheerleading at Mathers JHS.
The angelic and radiant 23-year-old midwestern blonde had only smaller aspirations of a business career. She had bigger aspirations of meeting her knight in shining armor and being well taken care of by him while raising a small family. But, she wanted the better life. She certainly did not want a life where she would struggle to make ends meet as her parents did.
At the time she would be more than content to have this type of life she envisioned. Mona Carter saw this life well within her grasp when she met Myron.
In her eyes, Myron was a perfect gentleman. He was a polite, well-mannered and financially well to do man that could provide her with the things she always dreamed about. Like many midwestern girls from her small town she had envisioned being swept away by a successful man and into upper middle class society.
"So what if he's a bit nerdy." she kept reminding herself.
She was thinking of the man who seemed to treat her like a princess. "He still has a lot to offer a girl. He is so sweet." she reasoned.
After a brief courtship, the stunning girl next door married the tall, conservative Myron. They settled into Myron's glorious new home in the burbs almost immediately.
Myron couldn't have been happier.
He concentrated on his career even more diligently. Mona took a part time job with a catering company closer to home. Afterall, she really didn't need to work because of her husband's upper level management income and she felt having c***dren and raising a family was more important. More important than some stuffy old business career. She had told a friend.
In the first two years of marriage, though, Myron was unable to provide a c***d for his strikingly beautiful young wife. Nor could he satisfy her sexually in the way she had hoped for.
Mona was beginning to feel the disppointment of Myron's small and undernourished looking cock. His once a week, 10 minute attempts to please her left her unfulfilled. Deep down, she also felt that her husband could have tried harder to give her a c***d.
But, Mona had quickly grown comfortable in her new lifestyle. The disappointments on the sexual side was something she felt she could live with. She would have to.
Still, Mona remained quite devoted to her husband. She also remained devoted her part time career in the upper echelon of the catering business.
This feeling prevailed for many years.
After 14 years of marriage, Mona had come to the realization, and had accepted, the fact that her taller and wimpier husband would never become the aggressive, take charge type. She had known this for many years, and her hopes to change that diminished with each passing year.
Mona was beginning to think about that type of man. The type that was opposite of her weakling of a husband. The strong, take-charge type with a stonger sex drive would be nice. She thought about this more often now.
Despite Mona's numerous attempts to get her husband more "in the mood" and to become "more aggressive" in the bedroom, she failed.
The ravishing blonde woman tried everything from wearing cheerleader costumes and a myriad of other sexier outfits, to planning romantic vacations in Hawaii and France. She even suggested roleplaying scenes with her as a hooker and her husband as the "john" who picked her up on a street corner. Mona had read that in a woman's magazine one day. It was far from her personality to do so, but she was getting desparate.
Despite these bold efforts to stir something inside her meek and passive husband, Myron was seldom interested. He was appalled by the suggestions of his younger wife and disinterested in breaking from his normal routine.
His weak attempts to please her went from a boring once a week to an even more boring twice a month.
The elegant blonde beauty began trying less and less after these rejections and she simply continued to accept her chosen lifestyle more and more. The first 10 years of marriage were bland and the last 4 years even more vanilla.
She now turned 38, and Myron was 49. Mona had all but given up all hope of ever having a c***d. She even thought about asking her husband about adoption, but then stopped. She knew her conservative Myron would never stand for that, either.
At 38, Mona remained a truly stunning woman. She was as beautiful as ever. Her daily aerobics routines and frequent trips to the Woman's Workout facility near her workplace really showed. She was proud of her body. In fact, many others felt she was even more beautiful than she was in her 20's and she still turned many heads.
At 49, Myron remained passively content in his life. Things had settled into a comfortable routine for him. And, he liked that. He seldom thought about his ex-sweetheat from his college days, Becky Collins, and the failed romantic attempts of the past had not entered his mind for many years.
That is, until shortly after he received some bad news.
Myron had heard rumors about his company being sold. The older corporation was beginning to fail and the company he had worked so diligently for, and for the past 14 years, was selling out to a newer, up and coming organization.
Now, these rumors were real. The takeover and the restructuring of the operation would begin immediately.
The younger and more progressive company had plans to cut more than 90% of the current staff in favor of their own people. Few, if any, would retain their current positions. And, that would be decided by a 3rd party group during an interview process.
After the day Myron was interviewed he was chosen to stay with the company. But, he was faced with a limited choice.
He had a choice of taking a lower graded position as an Assistant Manager with a salary $40k a year less than he was making, or take a $15K payout settlement and face termination.
Humbled and uncertain about his future prospects, Myron accepted the lower paying position. He reasoned that this new assignment would be fine for the time being, and he could scout around for other opportunities in the same field.
When he arrived home that night he looked defeated and drained, and he tentatively gave the bad news to his wife.
Myron's beautiful wife of 14 years appeared concerned. She explained that their savings was still good, but no longer great. She reminded Myron that they had loaned her family over $75K in the past two years and still had mortgages to pay for their home as well as his mom's home.
"We have enough for you to take off for a year or so while you find another job ... so, why don't you do that". Mona asked.
With a bit more concern in her voice now, Mona quickly changed her mind.
"But, then again maybe you should keep this job they gave you for awhile and start looking around for something else". She reasoned.
"You're right, honey". Myron replied.
"We can't afford for me to be out of work right now, and at my age I won't be getting too many offers anytime soon". he said in a defeated tone.
"Well, maybe I should also try to get a better job?!" Mona asked.
But, Mona had not acquired many additional business skills in the past 14 years, except for the catering business. She knew her opportunities would be limited. And, Myron knew this too.
"No. I think things will be alright". Myron said.
"This is a good position and I can always move up the ranks again. If not, maybe something else will come along?" He concluded.
But, the job market was extremely soft at the time, and no offers or even offers to interview came his way. There were no offers in April, May or June as the younger and more progressive company completed the transition.
That is when Myron was introduced to his new boss, Je'Quon.
Je'Quon was a 27-year-old handsome black man with a rougher exterior. He had a chiseled and stern face, and dressed like he had a million dollar salary.
He was considerably-shorter than Myron, standing just 5' 8" tall, but had an incredibly athletic physique and a 30" waist on his powerfully built 185 lb. frame. He was fairly a dark skinned man who seemed to be a cross between the polished former-street gang member type and the more educated college athletic type.
True to this image, Je'Quon had a high school and college career in football at the tailback position and in track.
One could easily tell by just looking at this younger black man that he was a supremely strong and confidant man, almost arrogant, in appearance.
He intimidated the docile and yielding Myron tremendously.
Additionally, the young Je'Quon was just as tough as his appearance. He sat Myron down in his office that first day and laid down the law!
"Listen! I'm not here for any games or corporate bullshit". He began. "Your former group of idiots ran this thing into the ground a long time ago and we're gonna' fix it!" He yelled.
He seemed almost disgusted by the nervous wimp sitting before him.
"Yes, okay". Myron replied in a timid whisper.
Je'Quon's eyebrows seemed to bend in anger. "Yes, Sir!" he snapped, directing Myron how to address him.
Myron's face turned a crimson red. "uh, yes, Sir Mr. McWilliams". Myron stuttered. Je'Quon simply sneered, amused by the lack of backbone that his new white male subordinate showed.
"You're dismissed!" Je'Quon ordered.
"Yes, Sir". Myron replied nervously.
Dismissed by his new boss, Myron drove home feeling humiliated. He was humiliated by the fact that he now had a boss 22 years younger than he was. Even more demeaning for him was the way this young black man spoke to him, as if he were angry that Myron was assigned to him as his assistant rather than some pretty young blonde.
Je'Quon was a more than demanding boss. Seldom did he ease up on poor Myron and he even started making Myron bring him his coffee in the mornings and early afternoons.
That first day Je'Quon made that request for coffee was a very humiliating experience for Myron.
"Listen! I expect coffee on my desk when I sit down, ya' hear that?!" Je'Quon told Myron.
"Y-Yes, Sir". Myron replied.
That day, Myron walked in with the cup of coffee after his boss first ordered it. He had a little cream and sugar off to the side along with it.
Je'Quon was on the phone as Myron entered his boss' newly-decorated office.
"Sir?" Myron humbly spoke softly, "Did y-you want cream and sugar in that, Sir?" He asked.
Je'Quon held his hand over the phone and placed it down to his broad chest, covering the mouthpiece.
"What? Do I look like some sorta pussy to you, boy?I drink it black!" He yelled.
Myron was taken back by his new boss' even sharper tone.
"Y-Yes, Sir". Myron replied, meekly. It was an indirect insult to him as Myron knew all too well that his boss had just seen him preparing his own coffee the day before. Myron took his coffee with two teaspoons of cream and two teaspoons of sugar.
Mona began noticing a difference in her tall, timid husband right away. Myron was now even more stressed out by his job and the new position with the firm. He was also becoming even less active in the bedroom.
In June, Mona began noticing the reactions of her husband when his new boss would call him on the phone at nights. She often overheard Myron's end of it from a short distance, as she walked by his study.
"Yes, Sir." Myron said, exasperated.
"Right away, Sir."
"Okay, Sir."
"I'll have that for you tomorrow then, Sir!"
"yes, Sir Mr. McWilliams, Sir."
"I'm sorry, Sir." Myron repeated dozens of times.
These are the words and the worried tone that Mona heard practically every night from her husband's lips. He often tried in vain to cover it up. And, this was occurring nearly every day for the the next two months.
Seeing her husband so emasculated like that and overhearing some of the muffled yelling coming from that phone as her husband was "scolded" by his new boss was shocking and even embarrassing.
Mona finally decided to say something.
"Why don't you just quit that job. He sounds like such a bully". she snapped. And, she suggested this many, many times in those first two months.
Mona persisted.
"Maybe I should just go and talk to that boss of yours ... I should give him a piece of mind ... who does he think he is ... calling you at all hours ... and making you run back to the office like that all the time?" Mona said in a protective and disturbed tone of voice.
Myron was humiliated beyond words. His face always seemed beet red when his boss called. "N-No, Mona ... no! Don't do that ... things will get better, I'm sure". He told her. "Please don't make it any worse". He pleaded.
A week later, Mona found a crumpled up note in the inside pocket of her husband's navy suit. It was a note from Myron's boss, but it was only signed with the letter "J". She was shocked by this note.
"Pick up my fuckin' dry-cleaning at Jasper's Dry Cleaning Service on 5th Street".
"I want all 7 pairs of shoes in my office shined by 9!"
"Have my July report ready by 10!"
The note read like a list of commands. "Oh my gosh!" Mona thought to herself.
Myron had not yet told his wife anything about his new boss. He had never mentioned the fact that he was 22 years younger than him, either. It was too embarrassing for him to admit that and he had hoped he would land a new job soon. Myron often wondered what his wife would think if she knew.
Those first two months moved into three. It was now mid August and, still, no other job offers had come. It was more important than ever that Myron stayed working.
Then one day Mona received a 'flyer' in the mail from the newly-named corporation.
It was an invitation announcing their upcoming annual company summer picnic. The picnic was to be held at some higher class beach resort by the lake, and read "swimwear recommended, but not required".
Mona grew excited about the invite and immediately grabbed her hand bag to run out and do some shopping.
She purchased for herself a new red two-piece bikini, to show off her phenomenal-looking body.
She also picked out a pair of beach shorts for Myron, a lighter teal pastel colored pair with two yellow ducks printed onto the left leg of them. Mona thought about how cute and young and, well, "fun" they looked. The considerate wife thought this might even show the the rest of the company a lighter and more fun side of her husband. Her intentions were genuine.
Mona also sent back the invitation with an acceptance, and she excitingly told Myron about it when he arrived home for the night.
Myron nearly fainted.
"What?! No". Myron shouted. "I don't want to go. I'm not going, I hate those things". He stammered, a nearly uncontrollable panic showing on his face.
Mona was startled by her husband's response.
"What on earth do you mean?... it's only a silly little company picnic?!" she shouted.
Myron, secretly embarrassed by having such a young boss, repeated his displeasure.
"I just don't want to go, ok?" He said.
But, Mona insisted.
"Well, we are going. I already bought us new suits, and, well if you're not going then I'll just go myself". Mona shouted.
The small arguement ended quickly.
Defeated, Myron agreed to go ... as long as they would just make an appearance - a brief one - and stay for no more than an hour.
Mona agreed.
That next Saturday came too quickly for Myron.
The Friday night before Myron had just been "scolded", once again, by his younger boss Je'Quon.
But, this was a "scolding" that seemed even more demeaning for her husband, in Mona's eyes. She had just slipped into the house quietly after doing a little last minute shopping when she began to overhear the conversation from the study. Again, she could only hear Myron's end of it.
"No, Sir, I. "
"I'm sorry, Sir".
"Yes, Sir". "Yes, Sir. I did clean them, Sir".
"No, Sir. I'm not an idiot, Sir".
"Yes, Sir. I'll try harder, Sir".
"Yes, Sir. Ok, Sir. I'll go do that right now, Sir. Right away, Sir". Myron quivered.
As the phone call began to end, Mona scurried back into the kitchen and began putting the groceries away. She didn't want her husband to know she had been listening from a shorter distance.
Myron walked into the kitchen in aguish, looking as if he was a new puppy dog walking away with his tail between his legs. He was surprised to see Mona there.
"Mona?!" He gasped. "I thought you were...?" He began asking.
Mona intervened.
"Your boss again?" she asked.
Myron looked defeated.
"Yeah, I gotta go get something from the office". He announced, in a softer whisper.
To Mona, it seemed as if this boss was making Myron run back to the office 2 or 3 times a week, and for the past few months? It finally got to her.
"What?!" Mona shouted. "It's 8 o'clock in the evening! Why would you have to do that?" she began asking.
But, Myron interupted.
"Please, honey. I, well. I'll be back soon, okay?" He murmured.
Myron grabbed his keys and scurried out the door.
He returned an hour later.
But, now it was Saturday morning and Myron and Mona had prepared for the 4 hour drive up north to this beach resort by the lake. It was a long drive and just past the half way mark Mona began asking questions, again.
"Why did your boss make you run out like that last night?" she asked.
"What was it this time?" she continued.
"It was nothing, Mona. Please. Just some reports". Myron answered.
"What is this boss' name anyway? Your new boss?" she asked.
"Well, it's Mr. McWilliams". he replied.
Mona paused, then continued.
"No, No. I mean his first name. What's his first name and who is he?" she said.
"I can't wait to give that bully of a boss of yours a piece of my mind. I mean, calling you up on the phone like that every night and stressing you out like that!" she went on.
Myron answered.
"Honey, don't do that. Please. Don't go saying anything!" Myron said nervously.
"Well, I don't know. I mean." she started, but then paused. Mona continued thinking to herself about how she would just love to tell this new boss off.
"Well, what is his name is what I asked?" Mona questioned.
Myron finally responded.
"Well, his name is Je'Quon. But, again, honey please please don't go starting anything if we see him there. Just don't, okay?". he continued pleading.
"Je'Quon? His name is Je'Quon?" Mona replied.
"That name sounds like a black man's name". she stated, confused.
"Well, yeah. He is black". Myron replied.
Mona was a bit surprised but this little fact since her husband never mentioned that before. Still, it didn't seem to deter her from the fact that she was disturbed by the treatment her husband was getting.
"He is? Well, I don't care what he is. He has some nerve treating you like that!" she added.
There was dead silence in the car for the last 30 minutes of the drive.
As they approached the resort, Myron grew more concerned. But, he didn't notice his boss' car in the parking area and eventually gasped a sigh of relief.
"Well we're here". Myron announced.
Myron didn't have any plans on associating with his other new co-workers right away. More importantly, he did not want to be around when his new boss showed up, if he decided to show up at all.
He swiftly escorted his wife over to an area closer to the lake, near some larger sitting rocks about 30 feet from the shore. This area was slightly secluded, a good 75 yards away from where the rest of the group was congregating.
There, he felt better. Safer.
The large, wider rocks were very low to the sand and, perhaps, no more than a few inches high. The flat rock Mona sat upon was only about a foot away from Myron's, and to his right. This left her sitting about 8-9 inches higher than Myron's sitting position, closer now to being face to face.
"This is nicer over here". Myron exclaimed.
Mona seemed more anxious after the long drive. She wanted to move around more and she wanted to meet her husband's new colleagues.
"Why don't we go over there?..." Mona suggested, pointing to the rest of the crowd under a tent in a distance.
"Uh-well, okay ... sure ... but, well ... let's just sit here for awhile and enjoy this ... it's really nice over here". Myron proposed.
Mona unwillingly accepted her nervous husband's proposal for now. For her, it was too much of a hassle to persuade him to do anything else.
"At least I got him to come to this picnic". she thought.
As Myron and Mona sat there in almost complete silence, it was clear to Mona that her husband was beginning to get a bit nervous. He kept looking over his left shoulder towards the crowd in the distance and making unimportant small talk about the weather and the rocks they sat upon.
Mona looked amazing in her new red two-piece bikini. She revelled in soaking up the rays of the sun as it drenched her fair skin with warmth. It was a hot August day, 95 degrees, but the humidity wasn't high at all. To her, it was the perfect summer day.
As Myron continued his insignificant and petty small talk Mona had pretty much alreadt started to zone him out. It had been 10 minutes of boredom, and it was getting more boring with each passing moment.
That is when she saw him!
A short distance away, perhaps no more than 20 yards from where she sat with her husband, she noticed a young black man casually strolling into her line of sight.
He was the most incredible physical speciman she had ever laid her eyes upon!
He stood 5' 8" with an absolutely chiseled body on a perfect 185 lb. frame. His dark chocolate skin seemed to glisten in the sunlight as his scuplted chest and six pack abs looked like they had been carved from granite. He had a trim waist, thick and powerful muscular thighs, and his massive arms truly looked like they were built for arsenals of destruction. His left arm was adorned with a tattoo of a black cobra.
Mona appeared startled by the sight of this black man. It was he carried himself, so confidently and bold. Even more startling to her was the absolute monstrosity of a bulge on clear display in the front pouch of the opaque neon-purple colored bikinis that he was wearing so proudly.
The massive bulge stretching against this man's flimsy bikini pouch seemed to be a mirage. To Mona, it couldn't be real?!
"It just couldn't be?" she thought.
The protruding pouch was blatantly obvious to her and stood out, magnificently, even from that distance. It was almost obscene in the way that man's thick, full package simply "jutted" out nearly four full inches from his tightly ripped dark body. It hung low and heavy between his dark, commanding thighs.
The ultra-thin lycra spandex fabric of that light-neon-purple bikini contrasted with his deep, rich dark brown skin, enhancing it's display.
This man seemed to look away from them, uncaringly, and towards the main crowd in the distance. He moved in the slow, calculating way a black panther moves as he continued his call.
Mona gasped as she studied the young, imposing figure from a short distance away. It was difficult for her to remove her eyes from that herculean sized bulge.
The opaque fabric of that little neon-purple bikini seemed to be about as thin and flimsy as the nylon tights she wore to her aerobics classes?! She gazed upon his well-defined masculinity and rippled muscular asscheeks as he continued to keep his back to her.
When the black god turned slowly and ever so slightly to the side, her focus was clearly on that preposterously-large front pouch protruding from his artistically carved body.
"How could anyone not notice that enormous package he was carrying?" Mona continued thinking. It was 'that' obtrusive!
Mona gasped for yet another breath of air. She continued to look on in utter disbelief.
It truly was as if this young black adonis had those flimsy, little thin-sided bikinis custom-made with a puposely medium-size backside portion to cover his well scuplted asscheeks and a double X large front pouch to contain that obvious immense cock?!!
It was that blatant. Almost, unimagineably blatant, to her.
It truly, and unexaggeratingly so, appeared as if this young stud had hadhazardly placed one of those large slabs of deli salami into the front pouch of those flimsy little things. It stretched the whisper-thin lycra-spandex fabric outward and to the middle of his strong thighs.
The pure elephantine size of it sent the warm blood in her veins through her body even faster.
Mona simply could not believe what she was seeing?! Just looking at it she didn't think it could be real?!
This black adonis was, seemingly, still unaware of the couple's presence as he casually moved about, drenching his dynamic body in the hot sun as he continued his call.
He appeared deeply involved with that cell call and confidentally moving his powerfully built body around, now in slow circles.
Mona's eyes followed every movement he made.
He was also wearing a pair of dark shades and a pair of expensive pair of black leathered sandal-like flip flops. The caller on the other end of his phone seemed to consume him. A thick, gold chained adorned his neckline and chiseled upper chest, and it gleemed when the sunlight struck it just right.
Myron was still consumed in the idle 'small talk' and paying little attention to his wife's reaction. He was unaware of where his beautiful wife's focus was for several minutes.
He had not looked over his shoulder in quite awhile, perhaps several minutes, but then he suddenly puased.
He looked at his gorgeous blonde wife and noticed her full, pouty lips parted more than usual. He wondered what had put that awed look on her pretty face.
She gazed right past him, and towards the black stud standing a mere 20 yards away.
Confused, Myron spoke.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She could barely speak.
"Wh-Who's th-that?" she whispered so faintly, her breathing noticeably changed. It was as if she had just been looking at the eight wonder of the world.
It wasn't nearly as obvious to Myron at that moment. He knew that his wife's attention had changed, but he didn't realize that she was completely weakened by the mere presence of this young black man.
Myron finally turned to look behind him.
And, It was Je'Quon!!
Myron's entire body slumped. His weak shoulders fell even lower as he now noticed his young boss only that short distance away.
"Uh ... th-that's ... uh ... Je'Quon". he meekly answered.
Mona was in absolute disbelief.
"Th-THAT'S your boss?!!" she asked, her voice quivering and weak and barely audible. Her bikini bottoms literally moistened to another level.
Mona returned to her silence as she looked towards this amazing physical specimen. She had never imagined a man like that could exist.
"Yeah. That's him". Myron mumbled.
At that time, Je'Quon had just closed his flip phone and peered around the landscape. He noticed the couple sitting over by the flattened beach rocks closer to the shore. He flashed a smile with his perfect pearly whites and began walking towards them.
Myron sank even lower as he saw his young boss slowly approaching.
Mona, on the other hand, was dead silent.
Her mouth was dry. She gazed upon this young stud of a man striding towards her through the sand. In her mind, it was as if he was walking in slow motion towards her. His colossal cock, in the thin, wispy material of his nyloned bikini, literally began to slap his massive thighs, back and forth from one thigh to the other with each and every step he made.
It seemed like an eternity for Je'Quon to make his way over to them. He seemed to be taking his time.
Seconds later, he finally arrived.
"Well, well, well ... you did show up, afterall". He began, directing his comments to the nervous Myron.
"Hey! you got there just in time with my Tai food takeout last night ... the bitch I was with was gettin' pretty hungry". He laughed.
Myron must have turned five shades of red.
His young boss had all but announced to his wife the fact that Myron had not gone out to the office last night for any "reports" as Myron had told her. Rather, was he ordered to fetch his young black boss' dinner for him and his date.
Mona heard that. She heard every word of it, and for just a second came to the realization that her husband's younger stud of a boss was making him run out at night on errands for him all the time.
That thought lasted mere seconds as she remained awestruck by this young adonis standing before them.
Mona was still gawking, uncontrollably, at the magnificent black man and that almost obscenely enormous bulge he was carrying with him. Her mouth seemed to hang open even wider. He was now standing only two feet from them.
"And, this is must be your pretty wife, huh?" Je'Quon asked.
Myron was almost trembling as the young black man extended his hand towards his wife.
"I'm Je'Quon". He said, introducing himself.
Mona seemed to be in another world. She could barely move her soft lips as she listlessly extended her right hand to meet his.
"Mona". she murmured, in a faint tone.
"Nice to finally meet 'ya Mona". Je'Quon returned.
He now turned to his subordinate.
"Say, boy ... why don't you go N' fetch a beer for me and this pretty little wife of yours." He began to say.
He paused.
"No. Better make that wine. There's sum' nice white wine o'er by the tent". He ordered.
Myron tried to explain to him that they did not drink alcohol much at all. "W-Well, uh-Sir ... Mona and I really d-don't ... uh ..." He timidly started.
But, Myron was quickly cut short by his domineering young boss.
"You heard me!" Je'Quon said firmly. His rough voice and slightly harsher tone filled the summer air.
Mona was in awe by the way Myron immediately answered so meekly. "Yes, Sir". He shuttered.
Mona was fascinated by the way this young black stud had just emasculated her 6' 7" tall nerdy husband.
As Myron obediently scurried off to fetch the wine for his boss, one could see the nervousness in his steps.
Je'Quon turned back towards Mona and took another half step closer, placing his right leg onto another rock just a few inches higher, and to Mona's left.
This left Je'Quon's monstrous bulge literally only 6 inches from Mona's face, and directly on the same level as of her model like nose.
She was now 'face-to-face' with it! And, she quivered in silence as her eyes widened when the young black stud casually and so non-chalantly adjusted his massive package with his left hand.
Je'Quon began to speak.
He was speaking as if nothing had happened. Or, was happening. His cool presence and boldness sent a shiver down her spine. His casual arrogance was turning the beautiful Mona into a pile of melted butter.
"I think you'll like dis' wine." He began, "you do like wine, don't you?" He asked her.
In an even fainter, stuttered whisper, Mona replied. "yes."
"Good then!" Je'Quon stated.
Mona could hardly keep her eyes from the mammoth-sized bulge right before her eyes. She would glance up at the dark physical specimen in awe as he spoke, and then back down with quicker glances to his impressive and ominous cock straining through the thin, opaque neon-purple fabric. He face was flushed and her cheeks bright red.
The small talk of Je'Quon simply comtinued.
He was going on and on about different wines and how he would someday have his own distillery.
Mona could hear the sound of his voice, but she was unable to comprehend the words he spoke. She still could not believe the sheer size of that huge cock this young black man had packed away in those flimsy bikinis?!
Je'Quon's rambling about wines and such was finally interupted by another cell call, which he immediately took.
Mona began gazing upon this bronzed adonis even more so, as his attention was no longer on her. Instead, Je'Quon gazed out into the lake as he spoke to his caller, ignoring her for the moment.
The gorgeous 38-year-old blonde wife seemed to be in another world, falling deeper into her trance-like state.
She stared straight at it.
The adonis' crotch area was a mere 6 inches away from her eyes, and protruded out, proudly, to an almost incomprehensible size. She could see every detail and outline of his massive cock through the thin fabric. It had to be, and was, a full 7 inches in its' soft stage and as thick as a coke bottle.
The enormous veins in his cock could also be easily seen, and in every detail, as the clinging spandex material of his bikini did it's job.
She stared hungrily at it as her pussy moistened even more. And, she stared at it for an interminable amount of time, never once looking away. It was as if she was now in a complete trance.
She even watched a single bead of sweat from his carved torso run down to his defined hips and down the full length of his lycra-spandex clad shaft.
She could hardly breathe.
The 8 minute call Je'Quon took was enough to begin to send the beautiful blonde into more of a zombie-like state. Her face now revealed a more subtle awestrucken look as she glanced upwards to his face as he ended the call.
It was at that time that Myron could be seen in the ditance on his way back. He was carrying two empty wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Grigio.
END Ch. 2
to be continued.
Elle
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