My Wife Made Off with a Black Stranger

Pamela was tipsy. When she becomes such, she usually cannot help herself; it’s not unusual for her to dare me into wanting to get upset with her when she’s downed one too many cocktails, only to wake up the next morning with a headache that comes with her struggling to get sober. Having been married for fifteen-plus years, you’d think I’d gotten used to her irritable behaviour whenever she’s gotten too much alcohol into her system. There have been times, however, when she’s done something so amazing that it knocked the breath off my lungs.

We travelled to Nashville recently to visit the Grand Opry, which was part of our summertime vacation tour. Pamela always looks forward to trips like these when we don’t have to bother about the kids; it’s our special bonding time to be with each other, have whatever form of kinky sex, and get wild however we can. Lately, I haven’t been much of a fun fellow. My doctor had advised me to watch my blood pressure, which often spikes during such fun outings, so out of fear, I’d decided to cut down. Pamela wasn’t having it, which I don’t blame her. She was always a fun-type of girl back when we were dating. Then came kids and family life, and that sort of tempered her ways. But now and then, it was good to see the brazen woman she once was bubble to the surface and have a good time at my expense.

We were staying at the Hilton in downtown Nashville. Pamela wanted to stroll around Broadway to visit the Country Music Museum, and other known sight-seeing establishments nearby while saving the Grand Opry for later in the week. Unfortunately, it rained terribly the day we arrived. We waited for it to subside, but the weather continued its dour outlook well into the following day.