A Flat Tire Leads Maggie Down a Black Road - Sex Stories

A Flat Tire Leads Maggie Down a Black Road

Maggie was tired when she looked at the clock at 8:06pm. No wonder she was feeling exhausted, she had been at work a bit over twelve hours. She was a CPA and it was tax season, long hours were required; especially if you wanted to be noticed in the company and hope for promotion. She was ambitious and wanted partner status as soon as she was qualified for consideration. But now it was time to head home until tomorrow when she faced the same grind. She had checked the weather and traffic, it had been snowing all afternoon and the southbound expressway that she normally drove was backed up for miles by several accidents. She was very familiar with the city and knew side streets that had little use at that time of night so she was not worried about getting home, especially since she had a four wheel drive car. She gathered her coat and purse as she headed out of her office to her car. Fortunately it was parked underground so she would not have to immediately deal with a snow and ice covered car. She put the car in four wheel drive and headed out into the night, looking forward to a relaxing bath when she arrived home. Her husband, Max, was out of town on a business trip; she would arrive home to an empty house but she was used to that. He was an engineer for a big company with government contracts. Travel was frequently required to Washington to meet with clients. The bath would provide both relaxation and one of her favorite places to masturbate. A glass of wine and her ...

... self-gratification would be all she needed for the night. She and Max had been married for ten years and their sex life had dwindled with time. What had been mad, passionate sex anytime anywhere had become a weekend ritual. They had talked about it on several occasions. They both wanted more but the demands of their careers had just slowed them both down; they reluctantly played the hand they had been dealt. As she drove she enjoyed the white snow, as yet mostly untouched by the vehicles that would soon turn it brown. She headed south on a four lane road that, at one time, had been a major artery but the expressways had long since taken much of its traffic. It was lined with businesses and offices, largely old since the road went through one of the oldest and run down parts of the city. All the side streets had homes built chiefly just before or after World War II. Most were clapboard with a few bricks ones here and there. The area had declined for years and now housed low income families, mostly black but a few white and Hispanic families could be found. She and her husband knew the area because they volunteered on weekends at a food bank in the area. She had no safety worries, although the people were poor there was no gang activity and very little drug dealing. As she cruised down the street she did not she the large pothole hidden by the snow. Suddenly the car lurched, the steering wheel twisted in her hands and the car shuddered; all from the right front tire dropping into the ...