After I Was Dragged By My Husband With Our Black Employee - Parts 1 and 2

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This is a story of a young, beautiful, rich, dazzling wife who had her heart captured by an old black man, and before we dive into this exciting tale, I kindly ask for a moment's patience while I introduce the characters and the setting...
Hi, call me
Sheila, I was born in Florianópolis RS, a piece of paradise in southern Brazil, where women are said to be of unparalleled beauty.
I'm living proof of that fame, a natural blonde with blue eyes, a combination that has always made me stand out from the crowd, and ever since I was a little girl, I realized that I had something different, my long, shiny blond hair, contrasted with my blue eyes, rare and deep as the ocean, a genetic inheritance that has always made me feel unique.
To complement this, my body is the result of privileged genetics and a lot of personal care. I'm 1.65 meters tall, a little short, but every centimeter of my body is harmonious and well defined. My waist is thin, my breasts are enhanced by my own choice, seeking a silhouette that I like, and my belly is defined, the result of countless hours of training combined with good genetics. And of course, my butt is something that always attracts attention, steep and perfectly shaped.
For ease of visualization, my face is very similar to that of the influencer known as cela, while in body terms, I compare myself to the other influencer, davilamouraa.
Growing up with that look taught me a lot about how the world reacts to beauty and how I could take advantage of it.
I worked as a glamour model, and I was highly sought after by advertising agencies, who were fascinated by my natural beauty, and despite having all the doors open to pursue a career as a model, something inside me resisted the idea. I hated the feeling of being valued just for being a "pretty face".
There was an inner restlessness, a burning desire to be recognized for what I had to offer beyond beauty; I wanted people to see my content, my intelligence, my ideas and my ability to make a meaningful contribution to the world, not just my looks.
My dad's a big, successful businessman in the pharmaceutical business in the South, so I'm from an upper-middle-class family.
I've never been in the mood, either for cuddles and gifts my parents never hesitated to give me, or in my novels, where I had the men at my feet, dancing to my music.
Men shivered at the thought of getting close, so I had the luxury of selecting the ones I wanted.
So I decided to ditch my modeling career and go to the best law school in Brazil, all paid for by my father, obviously.
I had to move to São Paulo because the best college at the time was Mackenzie in Alphaville.
In college, I crossed paths with Levi, the typical heir to the golden cradle.
We met a handful of times, until one thing led to another, and it was a quick fling, but it was enough for me to end up with a baby.
What our parents shared, besides money, was rigidity. They stumbled and ended up pushing us down the aisle.
The pregnancy put some obstacles in my academic path, but thanks to the support of the maids who were available to help me with everything, I was able to complete my degree without any major setbacks.
At the age of 18, I gave birth to a lovely girl, whom we named Julia. 14 years have unfolded since then.
I remained close to Levi, and together we had founded a law firm in Alphaville, where we both served as lead attorneys. We were not alone; we had a strong team to support us.
Professionally, I felt fully accomplished; I was competent and recognized for my work.
As a mother, the feeling of accomplishment was also profound. My daughter, a radiant copy of her mother, was my pride, and the love I had for her was immeasurable.
As time went on, the dynamics of my marriage to Levi underwent a discouraging transformation, his presence in the home became increasingly scarce, and the attention he once devoted to me and our daughter now seemed to be a dwindling resource.
Our daily lives had been reduced to a monotonous and predictable sequence of work, school, and finally homecoming, and the emotional richness and connection we once shared seemed to have been diluted by the incessant routine and daily obligations.
On one of those routine days, when we were on our way to the gym, Levi noticed that he'd forgotten his water bottle, so we decided to make a quick stop at a nearby pharmacy to get a new one. I was wearing blue leggings and a plain blouse, a comfortable outfit for the physical activity that awaited us.
As we entered the pharmacy, holding hands, signaling our union, we noticed the presence of two men right at the entrance. They looked at me in a rather uncomfortable way, with intense and indiscreet looks. Although uncomfortable, I tried not to give much importance to it at first, after all, a look, however invasive, has no power to affect me physically. I noticed, however, that they began to whisper to each other, which made me a little alert.
On the way out, the situation escalated, and the same men, now bolder, decided to take a more direct approach.
In the face of the uncomfortable and inappropriate situation, I had hoped that Levi, being by my side, would take some action to defend us or at least to mark his presence more assertively. However, to my surprise and disappointment, he remained inert, almost as if he were not there, leaving a void where I expected to find support.
The white man, with an invasive approach, made a comment about my perfume, calling me "princess" and asking where I was going in an attempt to draw the subject inappropriately. The other man, who was coal-black, went further in inappropriate comments, praising my appearance in a vulgar way and disrespectfully inviting me to have a beer in his "hut". The vulgarity and audacity of both were shocking.
The black man approached, whispering very softly, as if it were a secret only between us: "Oh, girl, why don't you give us a chance, huh? Go for it, you won't regret it".
Levi, as silent as ever, didn't give a peep.
"I'm committed, all right?
The guys just laughed, dropping in the can:
"Oh, darling, you're too much sand for your husband's hand cart".
Their every word was a blow, but I stood firm, showing that I wasn't kidding
"Hey, let's show you what you're worth, look at the effect you've had on me", he said, making a point of displaying the volume above his trousers.
The nipples of my breasts became hard and my body warm with that situation, maybe from the days without sex... it was a natural instinct of a female being desired by a male...
Levi, my partner, was actually a genius, always on my side, but let's face it: he was a Japanese who didn't stand out in the crowd, more down-to-earth and plump...
And in that hour, you showed that courage was not your strong suit, letting those men fill me without saying a word.
Detail: Levi is one of the most influential men with contacts until he could no longer in São Paulo. He could have used his influence since muscles were not his beach.
Ah, he just tightened his pace, wanting to get close to the car.
Finally, we got to the car, and I was seething with anger at having a husband who, in that situation, had shown himself to be the banana that was my husband, and next to him, I felt helpless and vulnerable.
The argument was inevitable. The words came out sharp, laden with frustration and disappointment. The tension was palpable, and the silence that settled between us was dense, interrupted only by brief exchanges of accusations and defenses.
That night, as Levi and I drove home, a heavy silence enveloped us, a reflection of the tension we could not dispel, and the mansion, which had always been my refuge, now seemed more like a reminder of the distance that separated us.
Days passed, and our little Julia was beating the 17-spring mark, and now she dreamed of diving into aquatic adventures with her friends.
And there we were, at the crossroads of who would be chosen to lead this expedition, and I confess, none of us were jumping for joy at the idea.
So we decided to make a bet that the loser would have the mission of boarding with Julia and her staff to the water park.
The bet was to solve a legal case of non-payment of pension: Levi with the case of the cleaning woman and me with that of the caretaker, Valdemar.
Valdemar was the caretaker of our company.
He was about 59, a little overweight with a nice beer belly, black and bald.
His eyes were a little yellow, maybe because of some invention, he had a shaved beard and caved teeth and I think some rotten, a horrible man.
While I was thinking about a thousand things, I hear a loud knock on the door and without my permission it opens, it was Valdemar entering without my permission and looking at me like a lion looks at a hare.
Again my female instinct awakened like in the bakery, the nipples of my breasts became hard and my body warm...
I barely knew, but my fate was tied to that bet, I could hardly imagine how this encounter with Valdemar would challenge everything I knew, leading me to question not only my choices, but to rediscover my passion for life.
End of part 1
Just a quick pause to share something special with you: you're exploring parts one and two of a passionate 10-part saga.
PART 2 - A Bet That Led Me to Know Valdemar
Our little Julia was reaching the milestone of 17 springs and, at present, dreamed of diving into aquatic adventures with her friends.And there we were, at the crossroads of who would be chosen to be the guide of this expedition.I confess, none of us was jumping for joy at the idea.
So we decided to make a bet, the loser would have the mission to take Julia and her staff to the water park.The bet was to solve a legal case of non-payment of pension: Levi with the case of the cleaner and me with that of the caretaker, Valdemar.
Valdemar was the caretaker of our company, a rather disgusting and frightening man, about 59 years old, slightly overweight with a nice beer belly, black and bald.
His eyes were a little yellow, maybe because of some invention, he had a shaved beard and caved teeth and I think some rotten, a horrible man.
After all, you had to be a professional to win the bet, and to that end, I invited you to my room, because it was important to address what needed to be discussed.
Valdemar, your hearing is at 2:00 p.m. We need to plan your defense.
Valdemar seemed to ponder my words for a moment and said:
Don't worry boss, I'll take care of it
"Valdemar, I understand that you want to settle things in your own way, but it is fundamental that we take this seriously. A hearing with the judge is not something that can simply be 'settled' without proper preparation. We need to discuss the best strategy for your defense. It is not just about avoiding arrest ...
He interrupted me. "Calm down, boss. I'll take care of things".
I didn't care if I got arrested or not, I just wanted to win Levi's bet.
As I was putting it in its place... my phone rang, and I saw it was from Julia's ballet school, apparently she had fallen and needed me to come over.
I told Valdemar, "I need to get out", I gave him Uber money to go, and I said I'd be there soon, along the way I'd plan his defense, maybe some legal loophole to delay the judge's decision.
He didn't seem too worried.
Valdemar's apparent lack of concern puzzled me. Did he not fully understand the seriousness of his situation, or was it just his way of coping with stress? Regardless, there was no time to probe his feelings. With the 50 reais delivered, I hoped that he would at least arrive on time in the audience.
Resolving the situation with my daughter that was nothing serious...
Arriving at the clerk's office with only 40 minutes left before Valdemar's hearing.
The floor was almost empty, with only a skinny white boy not more than 25 years old and a beautiful young woman with a black baby in her arms.
I refused to think that this young and beautiful girl was the mother of the child who demanded Valdemar's pension. I could not locate him immediately. "Did the bastard run away?" this question echoed in my mind as I sent messages frantically, waiting for some answer from him. "Hell, I'm going to lose the bet because of that old man", I thought to myself.
As I tried to remain calm and contemplate my next step, my eyes were drawn to a scene that seemed displaced by the tension of the office environment. A young woman, whose appearance suggested indigenous descent, with long, straight black hair and a thin figure, caught my attention. Her age, I would estimate, was around 17 to 18, and she appeared to be a few months pregnant. The complexity of her situation seemed even greater by the company she had: a young white man and a black baby in her lap. The diversity of that small family was intriguing.
It made me wonder: What would have brought this young family to the clerk's office that day? Were they there, like me, to solve some urgent problem? Or maybe they were there to celebrate, who knows, the recognition of paternity or some other significant event in their lives?
Upon realizing that Valdemar's hearing was the last one of the day, a crucial detail came to light, adding an unexpected layer to an already complex situation: the young girl, who had captured my attention previously, was the child support claimant against Valdemar. This revelation brought with it a series of questions and surprises, challenging my previous perceptions of Valdemar and the nature of his relationship with the young woman.
The initial surprise, "How did a young and beautiful girl come to be with Valdemar?" reflects not only the shock of the difference in age, but also in appearance.
Valdemar an old man and finished many aspects and on the other hand a beautiful young woman in the flower of age.
How a girl like that had the nerve to sleep with an ogre.
With Valdemar's lack of response to my messages, I decided to call my daughter to make sure of her welfare while I waited for the appointed time. Time seemed to drag on slowly, with each minute weighing heavier than the last, and only 15 minutes left for the hearing to begin.
When the judge gave the signal for us to get ready, indicating that the doors would be opened and the hearing would begin in 15 minutes, I realized the importance of the moment that was about to unfold.
However, in the midst of this already charged atmosphere, a new element of uncertainty arose: the girl, who until then had been present, suddenly disappeared, leaving only the boy with the baby who seemed to be sad.
The girl's absence, especially at such a crucial moment, raised questions and concerns: What would have happened to her to disappear like that, just now?
As the minutes drained away, inexorably approaching the time set for the hearing, a palpable tension began to settle in the room due to the noticeable absence of the two main parties involved: the defendant and the accuser.
In the room were myself, playing the role of an observer and perhaps an interested party in the unfolding of events; the girl's lawyer, the judge, and the white boy with the baby in his lap whose sad look suggested a deep awareness of the weight of events, perhaps anticipating the implications of what was to come.
Given this unusual situation, the judge has decided to grant a 10-minute grace period...
After sending numerous messages without receiving any response, the reality began to crystallize in a bitter way. Valdemar's lack of communication left no room for doubt: he had, in fact, fled and I lost the bet...
It was only three minutes away when I heard a noise outside, something that immediately caught my attention and made me raise my head in anticipation. The first to enter was her, the beautiful girl I had been waiting for. She came almost stumbling, hurrying, apologizing for the delay while trying to catch her breath. She tried to justify her delay by saying that she had decided to take a breath and ended up getting lost. However, her misaligned state - messy hair and blurry lipstick - told a different story, or at least she added layers that she did not mention.
Soon afterwards, in an almost theatrical manner, Valdemar entered. His slow walk contrasted sharply with the girl's haste, and he bore on his face an expression of satisfaction that was practically palpable. There was something about him, a detail that immediately caught my attention and that he, despite his efforts, could not disguise: the volume pronounced in his shorts was enormous and he did not bother to hide it. This detail said a lot about what might have happened before they got there.
Valdemar closed the door carefully and walked towards me. Sensing his presence closer, I turned to face him, curious about what he had to say. Discreetly, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Boss, sorry for the delay". His voice, low and somewhat hoarse, sent a shiver down my spine. Without saying anything else, he walked away and sat down, as if this simple act closed the question of his tardiness.
At the time, I was torn between frustration over the delay and a growing curiosity about what had really happened to get them to that state.
That moment in the courtroom was charged with tension and expectation. All eyes were fixed on the young girl who stood up to speak. Her tone was firm, but there was a softness in her voice that revealed the complexity of the emotions she was feeling. "Your Honor, yesterday Valdemar and I talked and came to an agreement. I withdraw all my charges against him". Her words echoed through the courtroom, leaving a heavy silence in the air.
The pension, which was her right and had been overdue for almost a year, was a significant issue. What could he have said or done to convince her to give up something so important? I had a hunch about what had happened, but I didn't want to believe it.
While my mind was racing, I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened when those two had gone, and I noticed that I was getting wet...
The judge suddenly gets up and tells his assistant to go through the necessary legal procedures to comply with the girl's decision.
The session was over. The young girl, as she left, cast a glance in the direction of Valdemar, a glance that seemed to carry happiness and admiration. Looking at this final scene I remained there, absorbed in my own thoughts, as if hypnotized by a sea of reflections.
It was then that I felt Valdemar's presence closest, his imposing figure in the midst of my inner turmoil. He, with his big, thick, rough hands, held my small, delicate hand, bringing me back to the present moment. And with his thick voice, he whispered, spoke very close to my ear, his words breaking the silence that surrounded me:
"Come on, boss, this is it".
I don't know if it was the words or the touch on my skin or both, but it all served to dissipate my excitement.
I ran out to the bathroom, feeling a sense of urgency that I couldn't explain, and as I entered, I quickly pulled down my skirt and realized, to my despair, that I was drenched, and the reality of the situation hit me like a bucket of cold water, leaving me momentarily paralyzed. It was one of those moments when the mind stalls, trying to process what the eyes see, but the heart refuses to accept.
I was in shock, unable to believe the situation I found myself in, I a married, beautiful and rich woman was excited by an old black scrotum.
"Sheila, put yourself in her place", I scolded myself, trying to anchor myself. This internal scolding was a reflection of my attempt to deny or at least control the feelings that were emerging.
Coming out of the bathroom, I felt a wave of refreshment as I washed my face, as if somehow this could help clear up the thoughts and emotions that were turbulent within me. With determined steps, I walked towards my car, trying to pull myself together.
As I approached the car, I noticed a familiar figure waiting for me. It was Valdemar, standing next to the vehicle as if he knew exactly when I would leave. His presence there, waiting for me, brought a mixture of feelings.
The volume in his pants was still huge.
My wish was to have put him in his place, to ask for an explanation of what he had done to the poor girl...
Determined to confront him and demand an explanation for what he had done to the girl, I approached. However, as I approached, I could not avert my gaze from the monstrosity he displayed on his trousers, without any effort to conceal it. It was as if I were hypnotized, unable to disguise my obsession.
Getting close to him, he gasped, and he, breaking the silence first, let out:
"Sheila, my house is across the street from yours, can you give me a ride, so we can talk about Monday's hearing?"
Yeah, he had another retirement hearing the next day, which reminded me of the recent events that made me wet and horny again.
As he was weaving his words, my eyes were seized by that incredible sight of his pants, and I tried, unsuccessfully, to look away, pretending that nothing was happening.
Of course he figured it out and made a sucker face.
His imposing presence, coupled with that monstrosity under his trousers that seemed to defy the laws of nature, left me in a mixture of repulsion and morbid curiosity.
I knew I had to maintain a professional stance, despite the unusual circumstances. "It's just work", I tried to convince myself, but the closeness of Valdemar, the tension I felt at the thought of being alone with him
My hand hesitated on the handle of the car. Giving him a ride would mean crossing a thin line, mixing the professional with the personal in a way that I knew was potentially dangerous. But at the same time, refusing seemed impractical, given the need to discuss the impending hearing.
With a sigh that carried all the weight of my indecision, I opened the car door. "All right, I'll give you a ride. But we need to keep this strictly professional", I said, trying to impose a boundary that I myself wasn't sure I would be able to maintain.
As Valdemar settled into the passenger seat, a charged silence settled between us. I knew that the journey to his home would be short in distance, but each mile seemed to stretch endlessly, filled with unspoken questions and unresolved tensions. What would happen during that ride? And more importantly, what would it reveal about the two of us?
The decision to open my car door for Valdemar was more than just an act of courtesy; it was a step into the unknown, a dive into the depths of my own emotions and desires, and I was about to discover not only the secrets Valdemar might have been hiding, but also truths about myself that I might have preferred to leave unexplored.
So, with the engine of the car buzzing gently, I set off, leaving behind the court and, metaphorically, any illusion of simplicity in the relationship between me and Valdemar. What began as a simple professional task was becoming something much more complicated, and I could not help feeling that I was crossing a point of no return.
Continued
Curious to know what happens next? You've just dived into chapters 1 and 2, but the journey extends to a total of 10 chapters full of twists and turns and discovery.