I plan to continue enjoying my black experience at every opportunity and with any black man that looks to be “carrying”. The reason for me turnin... to a black man is simple. Besides working late almost every day at this first job, my husband works almost every weekend at his number two job, so when I normally get home at 5 PM from my office job, he is asleep on the couch or left me a message saying he will be working late tonight. So as you might guess, I have been lacking in the “marital. But rather than explode, and scream, I had silently left her there, crying, without telling her if I forgave her or not. So here I am, alone with a woman, seething with anger at the entire gender for being able to hurt me like they have, and trying not to explode and lose my job. I try to ignore her, as she watches me silently. I know that she knows something is wrong, and that she is trying to find a way to start a conversation. I send in the payroll and weekly sales figures, without a peep. Looking back for a second through her legs, even at that distance, she could see the bulge in his outfit. She saw his hand quickly go down to the bulge and he got up quickly, heading for the toilets. Still bent over, an image flashed through her mind and she felt a gush of juice from her pussy covering her bikini bottoms. She could see him looking as he walked, and she was sure that he had seen the wet patch appear on her trunks. She stood up straight as he dissappeared from view. She was. In hindsight, that decision to keep my wife in the dark when it came to our true financial wealth turned out being a penny-wise and pound-foolish decision on my part. And it ended up costing me dearly. But we'll get to that part of the story eventually.For now, what you need to realize is that I knew exactly how to use money to get what I wanted, because I had been doing just that for many years."Rico, I'll give you $200 cash right now," I said, reaching in my back pocket to pull out my wallet.