Hi, thanks for taking time to read. This the story of the Branson family. A conservative upper middle class suburban American family. The year is 2005 and the Bransons our hosting a party at their home in Durham North Carolina. Joe Branson pillar of the community and the family patriarch owns Carte Blanche restaurant and is in the process of opening a second location. The party is more of a business event, catered by his staff. Joe is trying to secure additional financing for the new location.
The guest of honor so to speak is Darius Johnson and his wife Denise. Darius owns the local Savings and Loan and is the most powerful man in the southern community. Darius is 6’5′ tall, muscular and black. His wife Denise is tall slender and beautiful. The two are a power couple and make a great team. They have set their sights on Joe’s wife Lindsey Branson this evening.
45 year old Lindsey was the mother of three children. Steve 19. Bob 18 and Mellissa 17 with her birthday right around the corner. Lindsey is former stewardesess with a Political Science degree. She is a stay at home mom who sometimes helps out from time to time hosting at the restaurant. She is a conservative faithful religious wife, soccer mom, who helps with the Girl Scouts and PTA. She is 5’8″ tall with long reddish blonde hair and a lithe way about her. She has a slender figure which has filled out as the years have passed in all the right places. She has a strong B cup boarding on a C cup with only a hint of sag. Tonight she was conservatively dressed in black form fitting dress that went just below her knee’s and up top leaving just a hint of cleavage showing. Capping it off with classic two inch black pumps.
Darius and Denise tagged teamed and split up with Denise sidelining Joe keeping him busy. Darius asked for a tour of Lindsey’s wonderful suburban home. As they entered the country kitchen the staff had a few questions for Lindsey. Darius watched her move about the kitchen with a mesmerizing grace. As Lindsey inspected the BBQ lamb, Darius the predator grew hard knowing that Lindsey was the real sacrificial lamb.
Right about this time Lindsey’s eldest son Steve came in the back door. Arriving home from football practice covered in mud. “Hi mom, how are you?”
“Steve, you remember Mister Johnson?” Lindsey asked.
“Yes, how are you sir?” Darius smiled and shook his hand. Steve always had an uneasy feeling about Darius that he couldn’t quite place, but he smiled and said “please excuse me while I get cleaned up and will join you for dinner” Steve as well as the kitchen staff left to take care of the duties leaving Darius and Lindsey alone.
Lindsey turned around to see that Darius had come into her space and she found herself with her back against the island counter. “aw, Darius why don’t we continue the tour?” Even at 5′ 8″ she felt tiny against is tall muscular frame and the intimidating nature he exuded.
Darius raised his hand stroking the side of her face saying “Lindsey I feel you and I could put the finishing touch on the loan for the second location?” his hand continued to slide down her hair and onto her shoulder.
Lindsey shocked never before in this position, alone with a man as he was clearly making a pass at her!
Somewhat submissive in nature and with one of the most powerful men in the community she hesitated and said “excuse me I don’t understand?”
Darius smiled to himself as he moved in again playing with her hair ” you take care of my need and I will finance your business my dear”.
And with that he moved in and ran his big powerful hand down her left arm then holding her hand he begin to play with her wedding ring. She looked up at him stunned that a man, a black man at that would be so brazen with her husband in the next room. Darius capitalizing on her response slowing ran his hand up her arm again and then looking into her beautiful green eyes gently cupped her left breast! Lindsey opened her mouth to say something and with his other hand he put his index finger on her lips. Slowly tracing her lips with his mammoth finger. Her breathing increased as he fondled her breast with the skill of a surgeon. Then he zeroed in on her nipple poking though her lace bra. Darius place his index finger in her mouth saying “are you ready to serve me my lamb?”
Suddenly sapping out of it Lindsey snapped “stop it Darius I’m a married woman!”
Darius smile as though he won and slowing removed his hand from her breast. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a piece of paper and placed it in her hands and turned and left the kitchen.
Lindsey breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God, I didn’t fall to temptation” she muttered to herself. Remembering Darius place a paper in her hands she opened the paper to read it, praying she didn’t spoil her husbands deal. Shocked as she opened the paper she immediately began to sob. Slipping down the counter until she sat found herself lying on the floor weeping as she stared at a naked picture of her at age 22.
The note read “I’ll be in the master suite. You have ten minutes! Darius”.
“Ohh my God! NO please” Lindsey sobbed.
She had a flashback to 1980 in a moment of poor decision she agreed to pose naked for a high profile mens magazine seeking female stewardesses to pose naked. Her conservative husband, Joseph Branson a Decon in the church would never married woman who was less than pure. Lindsey was a virgin when she married Joe and had always been faithful. Before they were married she took a job as a stewardess to see the world. In a lapse of judgement she agreed to pose naked in Stewardesses a Glorious Pictorial. Once the magazine hit the news stands she lost her job and moved to Durham where she met Joe and settled down and got married. Being over twenty years she thought the photo had long been forgotten. In a fog she picked herself up off the floor and left the kitchen wiping her eyes and adjusting her wrinkled dress brushing away the hand print over her breast.
Entering the Great room where the party was in full swing her mind scrambling to find a way out the situation. Out of nowhere she felt a strong female hand grab hold of her arm and spin her toward her. She came face to face with Darius’s wife Denise. The tall black woman looked at her like a spider in her nest.
“Where are you off to darlin?” asked Denise.
Seeing her husband Joe by her side she said, “ohh I was going to check on my son Steve, he was limping when he came home from football practice.”
Her husband Joe slurring his words said “no worries Denise and I are having a pleasant conversation on finance.”