Blonde Ambition

[makofin]

I thought I was a nice guy, the kind that makes good marriage materail. In my mid thirties and in my prime, I was fortunate to marry the girl of my dreams. Let me describe myself first so you all know who you are dealing with, although I won't try to bore you to death with details, I am successful, employed at a large law firm and about to make junior partner within a couple of years { I hope } and just purchased a nice three bedroom house in the suburbs for my beautiful wife to start our family. Isabelle deserves everything life has to offer and we are off to a terrific start. Actually I couldn't possibly wish for anything more in life, being married to a total blonde goddess. Isabelle exceeds my expectations with a body to die, the sweet face of an angel, legs a mile long under a round perfect derrierre, topped off by the longest silky blonde tresses. Pretty awesome for a normal guy like me! To be honest Isabelle is out of my league, she is specail with looks like a lingerie model. One could ask what the hell is she doing with him?

Anyway we are happy or content might be a better word. We drive brand new cars and can afford almost anything our hearts desire. Money is not an issue thankfully. Not that we are filthy rich but we are very comfortable and have the hopes and dreams of a good future. So what could go wrong you ask? Well, nothing at first or at least at the time I didn't think so. I mean I did work long hours at the office, even went out of town for a week or more on business occasionally. I must admit more often than I liked but we understood that this would lead to better things in the future. Eventually. Isabelle was very supportive at first, deciding to work from home, whenever she felt the urge for extra income, or was bored. As a young wife she did spend a lot of time alone, especially during the week. Thank God for the gated in ground pool at our complex where Isabelle spent alot of time with her new married female friends, enjoying the sun and fair weather. Now would be a good time to tell you just how good she looked in a bikini. Isabelle literally gave me a hard on when I gazed at her. No joke. Before long all the ladies ditched there one piece bathing suits and were wearing bikinis, showing off some tanned skin, but my wife was drop dead gorgeous and no other woman could even begin to compare.

Thats what happens when you are fortunate enough to marry an ex lingerie model.

Truthfully it is about more than just good looks, I guess. Her pleasing personality and undying support of my career was important also. Isabelle was and is my life partner. We dated and shared romantic dinners whenever possible and shared everything together. We joined the same gym, although I didn't go as much as she did of course. I was too busy naturally and Isabelle made some new friends, one woman in particular who was single, named Sarah. I didn't say anything to my wife but I felt uncomfortable when she was around, like Sarah was a bad influence. She was a natural born flirt and flirted with every guy in existence, except me. I don't think Sarah really cared for me really and once remarked to Isabelle that I was old fashioned. Yes I was thirty three and a few years older than my wife but i was not a prude or frowned down upon her. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, I ignored her the best that I could. But I have to admit that Sarah was a big influence on my wife to start to volunteer downtown at the new state of the art homeless shelter. As far as I was concerned that is the place Isabelle met some shady characters.

 

[angelique127]

I do declare, it is just wonderful that I married Bradley when I did, no one could provide little ol' me with better security! Not only that but I think he is rather good looking also. Now my new friend Sarah may disagree, being single and all, but she doesn't have a clue how much better my life has improved since I was introduced to the love of my life. Brad is a total godsend! Very kind and considerate and never ever complains about anything. Most of all he lets me do anything that I please and spoils me rotten. Now Sarah may think I am crazy since i am, I must confess,very pretty being an ex lingerie model, saying I can have any guy I want. That may be true but I am quite satisfied with my loving husband. Besides I didn't dare tell her the real reason I quit the lifestyle, how all of the men I knew wanted nudity and for me to become a total slut. More on that later perhaps...I am doing fine for a little ol' blonde Georgia peach from the south.
Besides going shopping and having lunch my best friend, Sarah got me a volunteer job at the wayward shelter where i can help the less fortunate. I was delighted to find that they provided me with my own little office and computer. I work there three times a week on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays, which doesn't interfer with my evenings with Brad. We sometimes stay at a luxury hotel on the weekend where I can have a nice massage and be pampered. This includes pool time and silly little games that we like to play together, like sit in the lounge by myself with Brad at a nearby table watching how many strangers approach me, even while wearing my very visable gold wedding rings. My goodness you wouldn't believe how many men flirt with me, most of them are attached to someone else i guess. It is all just harmless fun but don't tell Brad that I do enjoy it so much! And fiddlesticks it doesn't happen as much as I like. But after it's all said and done, I am the good faithful wife...
Now what shall I wear to the shelter? I have this brand new short and very tight black skirt with a white silk top I am just dying to wear.

 

[Slyguy999]

Hey man how are you doin? I have hope you are as satisfied as I am here in these great country. It would be well if you enjoy my accent instead since I come from the foriegn country from overseas of Africa. This is the place i am born at but have been educated in my teens in Europe after my father immigrated there before I come to America and your fine city recently. What you need to know is I am forever grateful to be here. This place is very good to live and practice my chosen profession of boxing in the arena. No worries I am built to suceed here. I have been measured at 6 foot 3 inches in height and weigh 278 pounds of solid muscle and I have been undeated so far. No one can defeat me. Most of the males are soft and do not know of fighting in the West, especially the white boys who have no champion to speak of. Just give me time and Darius, who is my common name, will prove this. My life is not all about sports, I have other interests like the very beautiful females that are here. What I like very much is how the way these women dress, they are not afraid to show it off! They dress very revealing, unlike the women in my country. Even the ones which are married! Most look available and are not afraid to flirt with men. I can confess I have my eye on several different ones at where i workout every day. I am hoping someone will improve where I reside and assist me to find a better place to live at that is close by. That is the reason I go to the homeless shelter tomorrow for my appointment.

 

[makofin]

Well it was offical, I finally gave in and taking my doctors advice, I joined the gym. Fortunately it was right next door to where my wife volunteered, which was convenient in some ways. However Isabelle didn't think it was neccessary at her young age to join yet. As much as I didn't like to admit it I was several years older than she was. And yes, I am a lucky guy! Besides Isabelle likes to jog around our safe neighborhood and through the nearby park in her tight leggings, where the guys like to whistle and make rather lewd comments at her as she passes by. Isabelle thinks that I am not aware of this but her new friend Sarah told me about it, like she was delibertly rubbing it in on purpose, but I am happy to say that my wife completely ignores them, not giving them guys the time of day. Besides a few harmless compliments never hurt anyone. I like the fact that Isabelle confides in me, especially when we go to the luxurious hotel on the weekend and strangers try to pick her up. What can I say, she is young at heart and I have nothing to be jealous of. Okay sometimes I do get a little bit jealous. In the end, Isabelle always ends up sleeping with me every night and doesn't need to stray, like so many of my friends wives.
Thankfully that kind of foolishness doesn't happen in our marriage. We, as a couple, can tell each other anything. For instance once Isabelle told me about an ex boyfriend. At first I must admit that I was somewhat envious. She mentioned that he, Mark, was, well, that he was 'bigger' down there than I was. I've always been comfortable about my size, I never had any compliants from my ex wife, the only other woman I have been with, except when we were going through our messy divorce, so I brushed it aside but not before I insisted that she tell me all the details first. I promised myself that I would not bring it up again.
Anyway Isabelle said she would gladly go shopping and purchase me some new jogging outfits to work out in at the gym!

 

[angelique127]

I count my lucky stars the day I became good friends with Sarah. The pretty ol' brunette is a blessing for me, my first real friend that I made since I've been here in our new region. Yes Sarah is only a couple of years younger than me but i do declare she is a lot more streetwise than I am. Bradley likes to tease me that I am a bubble headed dumb blonde although he knows I was educated at Georgia State, where we met. It is true that I have lived a rather sheltered life compared to some of the younger people I know. And it's a fact that I wasn't exactly a virgin but somewhat sexually innocent until I was introduced to the love of my life, Bradley Ryan Anderson, the man of my dreams. That was why I was a little confused when Sarah criticzed my loving husband when we were shopping for his new cotten gym outfit. She actually laughed and stated that Brad was underwieght for a man his age. Trying to keep the conversation light I defended him and said that I fed him good, like chicken and dumplings and homemade bread, which was true by the way, but in the end I had to admit that he was a little on the skinny side. Next Sarah snickered when I purchased him some underwear, tighty whities, saying that they were much too small. Again I defended Brad but I noticed they were the smallest pair in the mens section. I ignored Sarahs remarks about how he would easily fit into a tiny cock cage and where I could find one, although I wasn't that niave to know what it was.
Finally we finished shopping and visited the sexy lingerie section before having lunch. It was so nice to buy things without worring about my finances. I paid for lunch for both of us as usual. It was my treat of course but I realized for the first time that Brad didn't measure up to most men. He was rather small in stature. Maybe that was why he was so interested in my ex boyfriends package!

 

[makofin]

I don't have any regrets joining the gym. It was just what the doctor ordered, despite that I am spending even more time away from my wife. I have to keep reminding myself that I am here for the cardio workout and not the weightlifting program, although it wouldn't hurt to gain some much needed weight. It couldn't be Isabelles home cooking because I always eat like a horse. Maybe I could covince my wife to join in the near future to keep each other company.

I couldn't help but notice since the gym was downtown in a rather seedy part of town most of the clientel were minorties. Hey I'm not racist but it isn't difficult to realize that many people were not speaking in English. Some were talking in a foriegn language I never heard before and it was not spanish. Oh well I wasn't here to make friends, besides I was a very happily married man. Soon I would be at home and sharing dinner with my beautiful wife! I wonder what she was fixing tonight? That's when I accidently bumped into someone, a very large muscular man. not that it mattered that he was a big black guy but he scowled at me looking irritated.

"Excuse me...sir... for being so clumsy!" I was quick to apolgize. He didn't say anything at first, just stared down at me with sudden anger in his eyes.

" Watch where you are goin fool."

That was all he said, except if looks could kill I would be dead. Damn I never even met this guybefore! Why did he call me a fool? On the other hand, I wasn't about to start an arguement with him. This guy was a total brute and he looked very mean. I avoided him at all cost and immediately stepped aside. The last thing that I came here for was to start any trouble. However this did nothing to stop my eyes from following this guy over to the weight machine where he begun to work out in his tank top. His big muscles bulged even more as he lifted the heavy weights like they were nothing. This brute had to be lifting hundreds of pounds up effortlessy. Not to mention he was wearing very tight gray stretch pants than clung to his butte cheeks like a second skin. Myself, I would be to modest to wair such a thing in public. It didn't take a genius to figure out he was sporting a massive bulge in the front since his back was turned to me. Then it occured to me, Why was I staring at this guy anyway? Am I turning gay? I quickly dismissed such nonsense, looking away before someone caught me staring. It didn't take long before he had three female admirers surrounding him, laughing and giggling. They were probably asking for his autograph, I thought, feeling somewhat envious.

 

[Slyguy999]

These place is even more better than living in London where English is important. The women here are more challenging and not as uptight as they are over there. At least for these black men. It is easy for me to introduce myself and these ladies adore my accent. Most are married which I like a lot. It seems these women like to flaunt this and dare you to seduce them. I have no problem with this however. I am content here and I have spoken to the owner and he has agreed to allow me to start a boxing program and perhaps compete with other amauters in the city. This is good news for me as some other brothers are interested in this sport. Alrready I have three men to join with more to follow. The training begins immediately, which means no drinking or smoking on the premises. These activity causes me to put off my appointment at the center next door for assistance to find a new and better place to live until next week. For now I will make due with what I have but I am positive things will improve in the future. In just two days I have installed a punching bag and a promise for a roped boxing ring to be constructed in a rear area that is not used much. I am overjoyed to have boxing gloves delivered in the mail.