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Happy Ending ! First Part !After all the great news and comments that I have received from you, I hope you like my new story? The happy ending! About four years ago I dragged my husband to Tokyo! Tokyo, the megacity was not exactly the place that I imagined to be happy with my family, we were not even! I had changed my mind presented our way to get in a rural idyll c***dren, only to enjoy the happiness of being a family!My husband came earlier one day from work to home, earlier than I was used by him there. We both worked in the same company, the company in which we know and love learned! He had worked his way up to Deputy Director! I had begun there in the marketing department! We worked a lot, and were still happy with it. We had out of town a very nice little house rented with a beautiful garden, where we could relax from the stressful work weeks. And actually, I was hoping that we would set up our little family here. That would have been just too good to put our love the i- dots. A little daughter or a son who would bring life to our beloved home.But now my husband stood before me. I knew his look when he had to deliver bad news to me. He was not the type who could talk a long time about the bush. All too clear and familiar was our relationship to delude the other can. So we both sat at the small kitchen table, which indeed alone was enough for both of us, even though the kitchen was very spacious. He began to talk, from the meeting in which he was now obsessed with business partners. The company plans to grow. I already knew about it, I had already worked for several international locations to marketing campaigns. And that one was looking for a manager for the expansion in Tokyo. Tokyo? Yes, I had heard correctly, and bilecik escort knew immediately what it would boil down. Zig thoughts raced through my head, the crowds, our friends, and oh my god: What would become of my little family? But for all that, it was probably already too late, since my husband had already decided, because I should ascend in this context there to Marketing Manager. And besides, we would indeed come back here again. Only when?So it was that we had to take us to unknown time from our families and friends, and also from our little cozy home farewell came. Three years we spent in Tokyo, surrounded by millions of people, cars and a culture in which one could feel again that this was a stranger, although the people were very hospitable. Sure was a reason that we lived in one of the best districts of Tokyo. In my new role as head of marketing I blossomed literally. What should I do also another, my friends were thousands of kilometers away from me. Regularly we met with business partners from around the world. My husband was a great businessman. He knew how to convince others of its products and to come to successful conclusion of the contract. Has become increasingly important this site for the entire company. It made me proud to know that it was the result of my husband’s hard work.One evening was to be held a meeting with business partners again. On these occasions I always made me very pretty. Not that my husband expected of me, but I think he enjoyed it, introduce me as his wife. I never knew what people we met. Often there were Japanese and Chinese who had special interest in the trucks of our company. We were waiting at the table of fine restaurants, and it surprised me, as three black men entered bilecik escort bayan the restaurant, and my husband waved to them. Dressed in their black business suits, they came to our table. I noticed that their faces were barely visible in the shallow light. They had to smile, because I could see her white teeth shine. Has never been so ever noticed me. Probably it was because I had not seen any colored people. My husband introduced me to them by name before, but their names I had not heard when I was staring at her. Well they looked. Her dark body, strongly built, her beautiful smile and dressed elegantly. I think I stared at the men, as if I had never seen an African and came up to me like a little girl. My husband had ordered a variety of dishes in advance. He did always so. He simply had to bring many delights to the table. Were we but often enough been here, that the restaurant knew exactly what my husband put great emphasis. The evening was very promising for my husband. He reported and explained the individual processes, machines and everything otherwise belonged to. I got him to side, even if only in person. These themes were not exactly my field, and ignorant talk, would be not just useful. Nevertheless, I enjoyed it, to be near my husband, and see and hear how he moved his business partners in its spell him with that. But the eyes of the black men I enjoyed. Yes, it was great to be not only in the presence of Asians. Asians have always been loyal, correct and has never been offensive. For them there was only the business. But these four men were different. Again and again I could see how they looked at me. I imagined that they were trying to look into my cleavage. My simple black dress was easily escort bilecik slotted on the side and had a nice neckline front and also on the back, so it was impossible to wear a bra. But that was no problem for me. I have a beautiful bosom, which I would have to hide in no way, especially not in this dress. My thoughts went away more and more from the talks held at the table. For example, I thought that I should lean forward, then that they would, at a glance at that moment, my can see breasts. I felt like a naughty brat, Who cannot behave. But my husband noticed fortunately nothing of my mental absence. Increasingly distant my thoughts, and I had to catch myself when I stared at the man next to me in his step. Somehow, I noticed that his trousers seemed to be quite full. Whether that was actually his penis, which caused this bump, or it was just a seat fold. I looked into his face. When our eyes met, I felt caught, but hoped that he appreciated only my kindness that I looked at him. That evening I asked myself many things crazy things before. This, for example, the men really had big penises and naked sat at the table. They constantly staring at me, I leaned me that they could see my breasts, and that resulted in an erection of their penises. But so far it did not. The evening was coming to an end, and was a great success for my husband. I felt a little foolish, but I had to some extent enjoyed the evening. My husband and I adopted also the men, leaving us shortly afterwards chauffeured home. That evening we had still outstanding sex. Our sex had never been bad, but this evening was nevertheless something was different. Maybe it was because my husband graduated from a successful business so or because I closed my eyes and imagined I would have sex with the black man from the restaurant next to me. The one with the big bulge in his pants.First up here ! Do you want to know how it could go on ? I appreciate your great comments ! Hope my english was well ?!Yours Julia

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