Ok honey I have to go! I hung up on my husband.
I’m sorry about that Mr. Smith, I said in my southern accent. I was handling his divorce case (of course that’s not his real name that would be a breach of client privilege!)
Are you happy Mrs. Anderson? He asked
The question caught me off guard… Happy about what? I asked
Your marriage? Are you happy in your marriage?
Yes I replied. But I had hesitated.
He smiled at me, I caught my wife fucking a black guy he said looking into my eyes… no offense!
Yes I’m a black lawyer, I worked hard but I had help! As a young black woman it’s hard to do by yourself!
Any way Mr. Smith scooted his chair closer to my and put his hand on my thigh.
I’ve never had a black woman before he said looking me in the eye.
Now this is the part you must know as a woman if I punched him in the jaw he’d have me disbarred, as a black woman I wouldn’t work as a lawyer ever again.
I smiled and let him feel my black skin. He moved his hand closer to my crotch under my dress.
I pushed his hand away. Mr Smith I’m a married woman!
I looked at his bulge in his pants… it looked bigger than my husbands!
Stop Annabelle I said to myself. Your married… your happy….
Mr. Smith could tell something was up. I’m sorry I didn’t mean any disrespect!
No! It’s fine! I’m just… it’s fine! I said unconvincing.
Fuck it he said what do those kids say? you only live once. He pulled up my dress and pulled back my panties…… follow for part 2 ?