I had noticed a thread in one of the other forums that dealt with real life humiliation which made me recall one of our meetings with a potential partner. We had first made contact with him via another web site and as he and I began to chat I felt an attraction forming over a period of time, as did he. I told my husband I wanted to meet him and a date and time was set picking one of my favorite Mexican restaurants for the rendezvous. I gave my internet consort the information for his approval and he said he looked forward to it. Now more often then not the men don't show for a variety of reasons so at the very least my husband and I would have a nice meal. Arriving a bit early we got a booth and as usual sat next to each other, ordering drinks and appetizers while sharing light conversation. No sooner had the prescribed time arrived so did my date. As he stood before us at the table I immediately recognized him from his picture and statuesque frame. He was a towering Man impeccably dressed, rugged yet handsome. The surprise and smile that crossed my face must have been evident as it elicited a big grin from him. His smile instantly turned to stone as he glared at my husband. He needn't say a word as my husband got the unspoken message, he was in his seat. Without hesitation my husband jumped up and sat opposite us. He introduced himself to me, saying he would recognize me any where and how my pictures didn't do me justice. He also admitted my QofS pendant gave away my proclivity for Real Men, Black Men. Without a glance towards my husband he ordered my husband to fetch him a crown and coke. Noticing my husbands feeble attempt to get our waiters attention he impatiently instructed him to go to the bar and get his *******. My husband readily obeyed. He inquired of me if my husband was always this inept and I told him in more ways then one. We both laughed. With his ******* now delivered he signaled for the waiter. A young Black Man readily appeared. With confidence and authority he ordered for us, the waiter respectfully jotting our order down with yes sir and thank you sir. As the waiter began to place our order my husband finally spoke. He too would like to eat and with a look of loathing from the waiter he secured my husbands choice. As we enjoyed our chips, salsa, queso and more drinks our conversation began to get tawdry. He would lean into me as we talked and laughed, with whispers in my ear as his arm pushed against my breasts, my nipples beginning to respond. His hand was now on my thigh. I instinctively spread my legs so he could venture up to my now wet panties. His fingers moved between my lips and began separating them, preparing to insert a finger or two into my now aching cunt. I looked at my husband, who was sitting passively by, and closed my eyes. In my mind he wasn't there any more and I let out a soft moan. The next thing I knew plates were being placed in front of us. I opened my eyes to a grinning waiter. How long had he been there? Obviously he knew what was going on under the table. I gave him a smile back as he winked at me. I had lost my appetite for food but not sex. I placed my hand on his leg and maneuvered it until I felt the stiffness I was looking for. It was thick and long and oh so perfect. I wanted it, I needed it. I suggested we get our meals to go. I now saw a potential question forming on my husbands lips. I immediately snapped at him with a what? He sank back into his seat without a muttering a word. My Man now gave him instructions. Get the meals to go, pay the bill and leave a big tip. Did he understand? He nodded, he did. As my Man stood up and helped me from the booth his commanding voice attracted the attention of other customers and wait staff; "We'll be waiting outside for you and don't take all night, bring the car around and pick us up"! As we walked out I could feel the eyes of everyone there following us. My Man knew that too as his hand deliberately slipped from my waist to my ass, firmly grabbing it so everyone would know whos property I was. I felt like every woman there was wishing they could be in my shoes and every man was scared to death. I caught the smiles and winks of all the Blacks there and felt so proud to be by my Mans side. I could swear I heard snickering and giggles as my husband dutifully followed too. My husbands humiliation though subtle was obvious and complete. He has always been a beta who sits passively and quietly by while the Dominant Alpha Male, the Black Male, takes me and controls all aspects of the encounter. I love him for that .
