A neglected mature white wife realizes her long held fantasy of having a black man fulfill her sexual desires

I had just taken a new job in a department store for a
little extra cash and to keep me busy while my husband
was traveling some with his job. Being alone was not a
lot of fun for a 49-year-old wife. This story starts
with some discussion in the break room. I entered to
get a coke and on the dining side, divided with a
partition, there were two black brothers discussing
some attributes of one of the new employees. The
discussion went something like this.

“Man have you noticed that new Momma in the Ladies
Ready to Wear department?”

“Yea man, she is shore nice I would love to be her
ready to wear,” as he chuckled in a deep voice.

“She has a nice round ass for a white babe. And those
knockers ain’t too shabby.”

I suddenly realized they were discussing me. Wow, two
brothers being taken by an older married white woman.
They actually sounded as if they had already made up
their minds that they wanted to check out the
merchandise in the “Ladies ready to wear”. I thought I
knew who the two guys were but left and watched to see
who they were. They emerged from the break room in a
few moments and I saw that it was a couple of the young
black college guys that were hired for summer work.

My mind was a total mess the rest of the day. I had
visions of one of them then two of them being in my bed
and what would I do? Damn them! They had caught my
fancy now and every time I saw them all I could think
of was, “What does their packages look like and how
would it feel to have those young hard black cocks
knocking at my door.”

It took me about a week to decide that I was going to
be friendly and flirt with them. I knew that it was
wrong for a married woman to want some extra sex but
damn it, I needed more than I was getting. Who knows
what my husband was doing on his trips. It isn’t fair
for one to have all the fun. Besides, when the old Bull
is not looking, sometimes the young bulls get to bang
the old cow. I smiled at my thoughts. I was now
justifying my thoughts about these young black bulls.

Having been raised on a farm, I knew a lot about the
instincts and how animals acted.

I remember watching the old bull run the young bull
off, then when the old bull was out of sight the young
bull would breed one of the older cows. It was almost
like the old cow would slip off from the old bull just
to be with the young bull.

I used to enjoy watching the farm animals breed. I
remember one time we had a big black bull and he breeds
all the cows we had. I thought of the young black guys
as young black bulls wanting to breed this old heifer.

I started speaking to the black guys and found out
their names were Josh and Matt. I introduced myself
(Mary Lou, a good Southern Bell name).

I actually found myself dressing for them each day. As
I dressed I would wonder how Josh and Matt would like
this or that. I was just as curious about my undies as
my outer were as this was more intimate. At night I
found my hand wandering down to my lips feeling them
and thinking of Josh or Matt or perhaps both of them.

A few days later, I overheard them again in the break
room and the subject was I again. I heard Josh remark
to Matt, “Have you noticed how friendly Mary Lou has
been to us? Damn, sometimes I feel like she is flirting
with us the way she smiles, cocks her head and flutters
her eyelids. I have noticed that she lets her eyes roam
down to my crotch now and then.”

I was thinking to myself, “I am having the desired
affect on those young studs. HE! HE! I will just keep
it up and maybe they will get the hint.”

Matt said, “I was thinking of Mary Lou last night after
I went to bed and my cock got so damn hard and my balls
got so hot I thought they were on fire. I sure needed
her to put out the fire. I wanted to empty my balls in
her white ass so bad, damn! She makes my balls so damn
hot.”

I was now getting tingles down between my legs and I
realized that my panties were getting wet. That dirty
talk from those black studs was getting me horny for
some of their hard black cocks. I had to plan some way
to get one or both of them in my bed. I started
plotting to do just that. A couple of days later I had
it all figured out and was ready to put my plan into
action.

I decided to take my lunch at the same time I saw them
enter the break room. I waited a couple of minutes then
got my lunch bag and walked into the eating area and
asked the two black guys if it was OK for me to sit
with them. They both replied in unison, “Sure babe!”

I said, “I will tell you a little secret if you will
not tell anyone.”

“OK,” they both replied.

“Well,” I got a smile on my face and sort of cocked my
head and continued, “You two are the best looking men
in this store. If I was not married, I would sure be
after one of you.”

Matt was the first to respond, “Well, momma, If you
want to pursuer that thought, I won’t tell your old
man,” as he chuckled.

Josh chimed in, “Yea, we won’t tell no one,” and
winked.

“Oh, now you guys, I am twice your age and married. I
am sure you have lots of gals after you.”

Matt said, “Well we have our admirers but none as
special and foxy as you are.”

“Well thanks, Matt. I just don’t know what to say. Both
of you young men are handsome and would make any woman
proud to have you as her admirer.”

Matt, with a twinkle in his eye and in a low teasing
voice said, “Momma, what would you do if I called you
sometime?”

“I would pick up the phone and say hello, I would be
flattered for sure,” I replied.

Josh was being quite as he watched Matt move in on this
white wife. There was no doubt at this point that Matt
was ready to empty his hot balls in my husband’s
private play ground. I knew that I belonged to my
husband but I also knew that I was about to loan his
playground to a young black stud. After all he was not
playing in his playground at the present time and Matt
sure needed to use it. I could not let his hot balls
burn up now could I? I wrote my cell number on a piece
of paper and slipped it into Matt’s hand later that
day.

A couple of days passed and no phone call and I thought
perhaps that Matt was not serious but just being nice
to an old married lady.

Friday night my phone rang and it was Matt. “Hey Momma,
what are you doing Saturday Night around 9PM?”

“I think I am going to be entertaining a nice young
black man named Matt,” as I giggled.

“Baby I was hoping that is what you were going to say.
I will be over and we can do something together that we
both like to do,” laughing lightly. “You know what I
mean, Momma. Your secret lover is going to take care of
his White Momma.”

“Hummm Matt, I am already feeling your presence. I will
be ready sugar, Yo Momma will be good to you.” I made a
smooching sound on the phone and said, “See you
Saturday night!”

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to
jump from my chest. My head was whirling around making
me dizzy as hell. I was thinking of what to wear, how
to greet Matt and how the evening would advance from
one event to another.

I decided on Red, yes a red lacy bra and panties and a
black short see thru nightie and a sheer black house
robe over it all. I found a good bottle of white German
wine to get the evening off to a good start and some
slow dance music playing in the background, yes this
would be the plan. Black stockings and 4″ heels would
surely would be appropriate, black guys really go for
black and red and heels. Of course they especially like
to pound white married women who wear them as well.

I was thinking of his midnight black body taking the
dominant place above my white body as I gave myself to
my dark chocolate lover. Black on white,,,I could see
it clearly.

Yes I remember growing up in Alabama, a young southern
country girl looking at the black people in the fields
harvesting the crops. I remember the sweat made the
black skin glisten in the light and how I used to
wonder how one of those strong muscular bodies would
feel on top of me pounding me with a hard black cock.

I knew these thoughts were taboo but nevertheless, I
would often have them. Sometimes I would pick out the
blackest one I could see and close my eyes and imagine
him pumping me hard and fast with his black cock. Here
I am, a married woman, who has lived over half her life
with those evil thoughts and now she is about to see
her dreams become reality.

Saturday night came and right at 9PM the doorbell rang.
I opened the door to greet Matt who gave me a kiss on
the cheek then stood back and said, “Wow Momma, you
look hot!”

I responded, “Thanks Matt,” as I looked him over up and
down his white jogging suit covered body. God he looked
great. I continued, “You are a nice hunk of a man
yourself.”

I led Matt to the den where I poured us a glass of wine
and offered a toast to Matt. “Here is to us and tonight
together.”

Matt followed with his toast, “Here is to my Hot Momma
who sets my balls on fire.”

We both laughed and sipped our wine looking into each
other’s eyes without saying a word knowing that we
would soon be enjoying each other’s bodies.

We were soon kissing and feeling of each other as our
passions grew. It was not long until Matt had managed
to free my milky white breast and was sucking like a
little baby and I closed my eyes thinking that Matt was
my black baby drinking my white mothers milk. I run my
fingers through his kinky hair and held his head close
to my breasts for some time.

As Matt came up for some air, I moved my head down to
his crotch and pulled his jogging pants down freeing
his now hard black cock. I gently run my tongue around
the head and tasted the clear pre-cum that was now
seeping out the slit in his cock. I felt of his huge
sperm filled balls, and his kinky pubic hair. Matt put
his hands on the back of my head and pushed his cock
into my mouth as I sucked and licked, he gently humped
my mouth. He was now moaning and grunting and I knew
that I was about to bust and was certain he was ready
for some action in bed. I got up and led him to the bed
in the master bedroom, knowing that he was about to
take my husbands place in my bed.

I say Mat down on the side of the bed and started a
slow hip-swaying dance as I disrobed for his inspection
of his White Momma.

Matt was showing his approval by moaning and as I
unrobed, Matt was removing his clothes as well with his
eyes glued on me. When I removed my panties revealing
my thick curly dark hairy pussy, Matt moaned and went
down in front of me and buried his tongue in my wet
pussy sending hot flashes all over my body.

I finally pushed him away and moved to the middle of
the bed with my legs wide apart as he moved above me
with his sweating black body and started looking for my
white hole to put his black pole into. I felt the head
go in then hesitate, then he pushed it hard and firmly
into me with the head hitting my cervix. I put my arms
around him and pulled him tight against me as he moved
his hands behind me and grasped my butt pulling me
tight as well.

Matt started humping me slowly and deeply. Our mouths
met. We were now locked in a true lovers embrace. We
were connected together with his hard black cock, our
arms pulling us tightly together and now Matt was
pumping hard and deep as I met each of his thrusts with
my own. I wanted every bit of his cock and he wanted
every inch of my white pussy.

My black lover had me and there was no way to get away.
Of course I was not about to let my lover out of my
grasp as well.

I felt Matt’s cock go deep and hard as our bodies
became covered in each other’s sweat. Matt was now
pounding hard and fast. I could tell I was reaching my
peak as I mumbled out, “Fuck me you black fucking stud.
Fuck yo White Momma. Breed me like a young black bull
breeds a cow. I am all yours sugar.”

I could tell Matt was on edge. He said, “My balls are
on fire, Momma. I’m goanna fuck your ass off. I’m
breeding you. I’m goanna be yo babies’ daddy.”

I could feel his hot balls slapping my butt now hard
like bumper cars, bouncing and rebounding to bounce
again and again. Balls full of hot black baby seed
ready to shoot into a ready and waiting white womb.
Ready to be planted in my white husband’s private
playground.

I started screaming, “EEEEE! I’M CUMMING DADDY! I’M
CUMMINGGG!!”

With that, Matt gave a couple of hard thrusts and
groaned as I felt his cock explode pumping those hot
black seed into my white womb, spurt, spurt, spurt, I
started shuddering, then I went limp completing an
earth shattering climax. Matt gave one last thrust and
a deep groan as he pumped the last seed deep inside me,
then lay still on top of his newly bred old cow.

Matt had found him an old cow when the old bull was not
looking and he managed to give her something she
needed.

We lay there feeling each other’s bodies and softly
kissing. I knew that I had just had the best sex I had
ever had and I could tell, without his uttering a word,
that Matt had not been disappointed with his white
Momma.

Matt moved off and lay beside me. As I turned on my
side away from him, he moved to my back and put his
arms around me and pulled me close as we went to sleep.
The sun was up and shinning into the room the next
morning when I awoke. Matt was lying on his back still
asleep. He seemed to have a smile on his face. I looked
down at his limp black cock and I smiled with
satisfaction that it was I who had taken it all, his
fire hot balls, his black seed, his sweaty body, and
had given him all the white Momma pussy he could
handle.

I knew it was only time until I would be welcoming my
young black bull back into my bed to bred me again and
again and again. I was already plotting a time when I
could slip away from my main bull and take the young
bull’s full load, all his sperm deep into my womb.

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