We clicked and I truly believe even to this day that we are soul mates. But behind closed doors our relationship isnt as it seems.For the last 12 year... I have been repeatedly cheating on my husband. Not just with one man but many, infact too many to even count and it wasnt going to stop anytime soon.It wasn't just any men I would cheat with though, I had a specific taste and that was dominant black men. Nothing else would do for me, nothing else could even come close, I was a total slut for. All those other guys are working on their own fantasies. Directly or indirectly, they are paying for the services. And entertaining the boyfriend, fiancee or spouse is not on their list.That is why I could only hear of most encounters, or get the rare extra photo that was given to my wife. I became used to dropping off the wife for work, and usually picking her up. In between was a XXX time of mystery. A lot of time was spent wondering about what was going on during those work hours.It was. His chest and biceps were clearly defined under his white t-shirt. Rick walked me into their living room where his wife waited. Alice introduced herself and wore a sexy black lingerie number that wasn't quite underwear but not "go out of the house" wear either. And of course, she had her hot and very high, heels on. Alice also looked younger than her actual age, maybe late 30's? She stood about 5"3'' and 120lbs and had long auburn hair. Her body was tight, and she, like her husband clearly took. The two families were eating dinner together again. It was some two weeks since I'd told dad and Greg my plans to not go away for school. The wedding was scheduled for the next Saturday."A wedding present," dad answered."From all of us," Bonnie added."What is it?" my future wife asked."We thought if you weren't going away," my mother started."It just fell into our lap ... Mr. Conrad was transferred, they were in a big rush," Greg added."Mr. Conrad, our Mr. Conrad?" Krissie asked, clearly.