This is a very true story that happened to me a couple of months ago. I am a 48 year old white woman, married 18 years, no kids, and to this point had never cheated on my husband. We have not been intimate in well over a year and although I had not really considered cheating at the time, I was very much in need of some sexual attention. Fortunately we live on a secluded farm with the closest neighbors being a good mile away, so privacy here is no issue.
My husband was away on 4 days of training for his job and I was home alone. It was mid-morning and I was in the process of taking care of some housework when someone knocked on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone and was a bit surprised to find Frank on the front porch when I went to the door.
Frank is a friend of my husbands and visits occasionally. At no time has there ever been any hint of a sexual interest on his or my part. There is no denying that he is extremely handsome and easy to be around. He is 45 years old, African-American, with a very dark, smooth skin tone, around 6'2" tall, and very well built. Yes any woman would find him attractive.
Anyway, that day I was caught a little off guard because I have a habit of not wearing bra or panties when I am home alone. I was wearing only a tank top and cotton shorts but didn't feel particularly uncomfortable because I don't consider myself very desirable. I'm 5'6" tall and weigh 225 pounds so not a beauty queen by any means.
Frank said he came by to say goodbye to me and my husband because he was moving out of state the next day due to a job transfer. He said he didn't realize that my hubby was out of town, which he later admitted that he knew all along. It was me that he came to see, admitting that he had secretly had an eye on me for some time.
Being totally naΓ―ve to his reason for being here I invited him in. We went out on the back deck and hung out awhile chatting. I was sitting in a lounge chair and he in another chair across from me. It was getting quite hot out so I volunteered to go in and get us both something to drink. When I came back out I was shocked to see his clothes in a pile on the deck and he was in our pool.
He told me to calm down because he was still wearing his underwear. That was still a little awkward for me but I have to admit seeing him from the waist up in the pool did cause an involuntary stirring inside me so I just sat back down in my lounge and told him to have at it. Soon he came out of the pool and back to me across the deck. I could not help but notice the most incredible bulge I had ever seen on a man, very defined inside his white, wet, briefs.
He sat down on a towel beside my lounge chair and I found that slight stirring inside me becoming much stronger, even though I willed it not too. I had been without sex for so long and here was this gorgeous hunk of a man nearly nude right beside me. Whether I wanted to or not I was getting very worked up.
We chatted for a few minutes and then I noticed him staring at my chest. That's when it dawned on me that I wasn't wearing a bra, and looking down I saw that my nipples were totally poking straight out, and perfectly outlined by my shirt. I apologized for my indiscretion but he said no apology was needed! Then just as suddenly he placed his hand on my thigh and began slowly rubbing back and forth. I felt my juices start to flow and I was almost instantly very wet! I couldn't say a word. I just closed my eyes and felt my legs falling open a bit, as with a mind of their own. What I was allowing to happen felt so wrong and yet it seemed I had no control over my body.
This was the first time I had been intimately touched by a black man but something about it felt so natural. His touch felt really good and the attention was so needed. I felt his hand going further up the inside of my thigh and although my brain was screaming to make him stop my body wasn't listening. I felt his hand slip under the leg of my shorts and brush my now sopping wet pussy. His finger found my opening and I felt his finger slide into me and all I could do was moan and feel my legs relax, opening wider to give him more access.
His other hand was now under my shirt, sliding over my round tummy and caressing my breast and nipple. I lay back with my eyes closed, not believing how incredible just his touch felt. He now had two fingers in me, slowly sliding in and out. I knew this gorgeous black man meant to have me and I knew any resistance I had was gone.
I felt him move, and opening my eyes I saw him repositioned between my legs, sliding my shorts off, exposing my pussy to him, the first man to see my bare pussy besides my husband in 20 years. I willingly let him spread my thighs apart, kneeling between them and putting his tongue on my clit. The feeling of him licking and sucking my pussy while squeezing my 44D breasts was more than I could take. His fingers felt as large as my husband's dick and his tongue worked my clit like magic as he slid in and out of me slowly.
It seemed like no more than a couple minutes passed until I was bucking up at his mouth and had the most incredible orgasm I have had in years. He stood up and slid his shorts off and right in front of me I was staring at the biggest cock I had ever come in contact with. It had to be twice as long and almost double the thickness of my husbands. I couldn't take my eyes off that black cock that was pointing right at me, and a set of balls that hung down like two eggs in a sack.
He straddled the lounge chair, lifting and spreading my legs as he lowered himself down until the head of his cock was touching the opening of my vagina. It was as if I was paralyzed, not able to resist him, and not wanting to. I felt myself raising my butt up to feel more of his cock. He rubbed the head up and down my soaking slit until I told him to put it in me. I felt him slip into me, opening me up in a way I had never felt before. I was surprised that I felt no pain, just an intensely full feeling as his thick length slowly filled me and with one slow, smooth thrust he was all the way inside me. Still buried in me, unmoving, he took my shirt off, exposing my breasts to him.