At my favorite late night restaurant, I’m catching up with my favorite waitress, laughing and bragging about all the different men I’ve had wrapped around my finger lately. Between chats and smirks, I’m casually scanning the room, always on the hunt for my next thrill. But across the room, I can feel someone staring. When I turn, I spot an older, plain looking woman watching me closely, listening in on every dirty little detail of my conversation. She approaches and asks what I do for a living, but I brush her off, telling her to mind her business. That’s when she states the real reason she’s here. She wants to hire me. Her husband has been acting distant, and she suspects he’s been fantasizing about women like me especially after finding his obsession with interracial porn. She tells me I’m exactly his type and wants me to put him to the test… to see if he’d betray her. I can’t help but grin. So I accept. The next day, I show up at your house pretending to be your wife’s assistant, delivering flowers she supposedly picked out for the home. Dressed in something far too revealing for a simple errand, I make sure to put on my sweetest smile. When I bend over, it’s impossible not to notice I’m wearing nothing underneath. Then the rain starts. You insist I stay until it passes. That’s when the game really begins. I turn on the charm, getting closer, letting my walls down as I tell you how men usually only see me as some fantasy, some fetish, some pretty little thing with nothing else to offer, just air head bimbo. But I tell you that you… you’re different. My dream guy.I tell you I think your wife may be cheating on you… with Tyrone from the mailroom. The idea eats at you. I comfort you, telling you not to waste your time worrying about her. Maybe it’s time to get even. And eventually… you give in. I reach in between your legs checking how hard you are, and there it is a BWC. I was not expecting this. How stupid is your wife to not please a man with such a cock. We fuck like long lost lovers. A few days later, I met with your wife to report back. I tell her you passed the test, that she has nothing to worry about. That her husband stayed loyal. But right in the middle of our conversation, my phone buzzes. It’s you. Begging me to come over. I hide my smile, make up an excuse, and leave. Later that night, I slipped back into your bedroom, closing the door behind me. Our eyes lock. Your secret is safe with me. And she’ll never know.