Any of them

“Any of them,” she winked at me, referring to the black players. She looked around her, making sure her husband wasn’t around. “Imagine those big donkey dicks on them. Mmm, yummy!”

“Sounds like you know from experience,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Honey, keep this between us, but I’ve been fucking black men for nearly 20 years,” she told me.

“I see,” I was skeptical of the drunk.

“You don’t believe me? Look, we all know Preston has you on his arm to make himself look good. A sexy, tall Latina or Spaniard or whatever the hell you are, makes him look even better amongst his peers. You could have any man you wanted. Tired of boring sex, take one of them ball players for a ride. You won’t regret it,” she explained.

I watched the rest of the game in silence. I didn’t seduce or try to get one of the black players that night. I didn’t want to risk getting caught by sleeping with my husband’s clients. But I did want to try a black man. I wanted to explore what the drunk woman was telling me.

If I was caught cheating, I’d lose everything. Luckily, my modeling job sent me to various locations away from Los Angeles.

Walking around naked in our backyard, dipping my foot in the pool, I sipped some wine while Preston passed out after five minutes of sex.

The neighbors were asleep. If they saw me, I didn’t care.

I thought about my travel schedule, thinking of where I’d be. New York, Miami, Chicago to name a few. I had a sister in Miami, perhaps she could have fun with me.

“Yes,” I said aloud. I would have a black man in each city. My husband would never know.

I went to bed and pleasured myself right next to his sleeping body. I’d be in New York in two weeks.