My wife Astrid Ashford Thomas has such an awesome big ass. I just can't seem to stop thinking about fucking it. If you saw her fabulous heart-shaped ass, you'd know how I feel. She's got one of those thick ghetto booties that seem to be made for fucking. At the age of fifty, she's still fine-looking. A six-foot-tall, thick-bodied and large-breasted black woman with skin the color of chocolate. She's a sex addict who doesn't want to get cured. That's part of the reason why I married her.
I was sitting at the kitchen table in the nude. My name is Luther Thomas and I'm a six-foot-two, big and tall black man in his forty eight year on this planet. My wife and I live in a nice mansion in the city of Atlanta. I'm a graduate of the Morehouse School of Medicine. I've got my own practice in West Atlanta. As for my wife, she's a graduate of the Georgia Institute of Technology. She works for a civil engineering firm in the city of Marietta, Georgia. Our twin sons, Julian and Melvin, are incoming freshmen at Morehouse College and Lane College, respectively. Like their dad, they chose to attend historically black colleges. As for our daughter Marianne, she's a junior at Boston College. Since they all moved out, Astrid and I got the house all to ourselves. We be having all kinds of naughty fun together.
Feeling suddenly frisky, I got up and walked up to Astrid. She was naked and standing there, sipping a coke while surveying the sandwiches warming up in the microwave. The sight of this big beautiful black woman's thick booty jiggling slightly as she leaned over turned me on like you would not believe. I cupped my wife's plump butt cheeks with my hands. Astrid laughed, and turned around. I planted a big kiss on her lips. Astrid put her arms around and kissed me back. Hot damn, my woman was hot. I caressed her plump, sexy body. My hands slipped between her legs. I slipped my fingers into my wife's pussy. Astrid gasped, and urged me on. I twisted my fingers inside her and played with her clit. I know what she likes. In no time, I had her all wet and stuff. She was putty in my hands.
Astrid and I kissed as I played with the tender flesh of her pussy. When she came, I laughed. It's good to know I can still rock her world. Afterwards, it was my turn to get some. Astrid kissed my lips and caressed my chest before kneeling before me. She took my dick in her hands and looked at it. My cock is eight inches long and uncircumcised. Yes, I'm a natural man. My parents never had me modified or should I say mutilated the way other parents do their sons. When our sons were born, I told Astrid that I didn't want them modified. She understood. Like their father, they're natural men. Astrid is a very forward-thinking and understanding woman. That's why I still love her, even after almost three decades of marriage.
When we were in college, Astrid and I used to fool around in her father's house. Astrid's father, James Ashford, was a wealthy black man from Atlanta. He didn't like me when Astrid and I started dating. I'm not a native of Atlanta. I'm from Boston. If black people in America had their own little Republic, then Atlanta would be its capital. The black power elite lives in Atlanta. Astrid's father was a doctor. Her mother, Henrietta Jules Ashford was a college professor. She taught Literature at Spellman College. As you can see, Astrid came from black royalty. I was a poor young man from Boston who had won himself an academic scholarship to Morehouse College, the most prestigious of all the historically black schools in North America. Yet I won Astrid's heart. And neither of us ever looked back.
