It was a crazy night. I had been emailing guys on Fling all day trying to set up a little adventure. My husband was going to take me out to dinner downtown and to listen to some jazz. We almost never go out together. He is an exec for an international company and is almost always working and traveling. I thought I would set up a little entertainment for myself to make the night more interesting for me. All day I had been trying to line up guys to secretly meet me in the men’s room of Union Street. My plan was to excuse myself to go to the bathroom, and let guys cum or piss in my mouth, and then return to the table as if nothing had happened. It sounded exciting to me.

Well, several guys responded but nobody showed at Union Street, and we went over to Berts in the Eastern Market to listen to some Jazz. The Henry Gibson quartet was playing and they were awesome. When my husband went to pee I started texting and emailing everyone that we were now at Berts. I thought I would try to get someone over there to execute my little plan. Well, my husband came back and saw me texting. He asked who I was talking to and I froze. He grabbed my phone and saw that I was asking some black guy to come to Berts to take me up on my offer in the men’s room.

He got super pissed and dragged me out by my arm. We took Gratiot home up to Van Dyke and then turned left to the highway. Before we got to the highway he pulled down a dark side street and told me to take off my clothes so he could fuck me. I didn’t want to piss him off even more, and I felt a little guilty so I did what he asked and climbed on top of him in the driver’s seat. As we were fucking he opened the car door and got out with me still clinging to him. I was scared shitless. He laid me on the hood of the car and then ran back into the car and locked the door. So there I was, standing naked, freezing, in some half burned out, horrible neighborhood in Detroit, screaming for him to open the door. He just said, “so you want to fuck some black cock, well here is your chance.” My screaming seemed to attract a little attention. There were a couple of guys hanging out by a house down the block who saw me and started to come over. I pounded on the window and begged my husband to open the door. He just laughed and said, “enjoy your black cock, slut.”

By this time the guys were by the car and saying some nasty things to me. My husband rolled down the window and told me to shut up and suck their cocks. He told the guys “she’s a black cock slut and she needs to get fucked in the ass real hard.”