It had been almost two years since my ex-husband announced he wanted a divorce. His announcement was a shock to say the least and his admission that he was moving in with his secretary was a punch in the gut. Before that day I thought I was living a happy, almost perfect life. I was married to a successful businessman, we had two wonderful, healthy children and I was content with being a stay-at-home mother & his trophy wife. Although I am in my early 40's, I am still considered very attractive with blond hair, D cup breasts and the figure of a woman 20 years my junior. I have often been told I look like Michelle Pfeiffer, which is what my ex told me the first time he met me. But in the last few years of our marriage we talked less, fought more and rarely had sex like we did when we were first married.
It was probably the reason he cheated on me and when his 22-year old secretary told him to either leave me or she would walk, he made a decision that would affect me and my kids forever. First, we tried separation, but the marriage was doomed anyway. For the next year, I still remained faithful, although I had many men ask me out. I thought if I didn't get involved with anyone, my ex would possibly change his mind and come back. He didn't and about six months ago we finalized our divorce. We sold the house and moved into a townhouse condominium. They are in groups of four and we moved into one on the end of the group, to avoid being sandwiched on both sides. Even though our divorce settlement left me in a healthy financial position, I began working again for the first time since college.
I even decided to start date again but it has been a disaster. My first was with a co-worker, who got very serious on our first dinner date and asked if I wanted to move in with him before our desert came. The second was with a very handsome man in his late 40's who I slept with on our third date but discovered he had the smallest penis I have ever seen. My ex was actually nicely endowed with an 8" cock but this poor guy was maybe 4 or 5" at the most and very thin. What made it even worse was he had no technique. But he was a good kisser, which was better that anything I could say about the last guy I slept with. It was just about a month ago and besides being a total bore in bed, he lasted about 5 minutes. Needless to say, I was starving for some good sex and getting hornier every day.
Last week something happened that at the time I didn't know would change my life, my perspective and reveal something about me that I never knew existed. As I came home with my children after picking them up from school, we saw new neighbors were moving in. To my shock it was a young black couple. I say to my shock because of all of the homes in our condo community, there was only one other black couple to my knowledge and they were a retired man & wife in their 60's. As we pulled up to our driveway, my son said "They seem nice." They were waving at us when I turned off the engine to my car.
They both walked from the moving van parked in front of their townhouse and approached us. "Hi" the woman said, "I'm Treva and this is Isiah. We're your new neighbors."
She couldn't have been nicer or more approachable with her wonderful smile. They shook hands with me and my teenage kids. "Hi, I'm Heather." I said "This is my son Austin and my daughter Megan."
They looked to be in their mid-20's and I also couldn't help but notice how handsome Isiah was or how sexy Treva was. Isiah was tall, maybe 6'3" or 6'4", he had a thin athletic body, his skin was a dark shade of black, while Treva was a slight lighter shade. She looked like she could be a model or actress but it was her body that stunned me. I thought my breasts looked good but hers were even fuller with her low-cut shirt revealing some serious cleavage, perhaps maybe double D sized tits. Her ass was huge and even in the jeans she wore, they revealed a curvaceous bottom that had me jealous when they walked away. I welcomed them to the community and told them if they ever needed anything to not hesitate to come by. Our introduction was brief but very pleasant, it also left me in a total mess for several nights.
Although I am not prejudice in any way, I have never been friendly with any black people. My husband never warmed up to anyone outside of our race. For our entire marriage we lived in a predominantly white neighborhood and only socialized with white people. One night before my daughter was born and my son was an infant, my ex-husband and I watched a porno movie. We would watch one from time to time, to help me get in the very horny mood he liked me in those days. One scene had a white woman with a black couple. In the middle of the scene my ex asked if I had ever fantasized about a black man. I asked him if he ever wanted to try a black woman, which he quickly answered "hell no!" I told him I didn't, which was a lie. I had for years without his or anyone else's knowledge.
When I was in high school, at a slumber party with some friends, we discussed the old stereotype of black men having large cocks. I never had heard of it before and my friends told me it was true. It made me very curious and I would catch myself checking out the crotches of my black schoolmates and wondering if they had a big cock. My first boyfriend was average and I ached for years to know what a large cock felt like. The second man I ever slept with was a little bigger but until I met my ex, I was never satisfied with a man's cock, but the black man in the video was huge and the red headed woman who was with this black couple looked to be in extasy. He skipped over the scene to my dismay, but I didn't say anything. It wasn't until that night when he was asleep, I took the DVD to the living room and watched the scene and masturbated, cumming very intensely.
Over the years through our marriage, I would fantasize about a black man or couple without my husband's knowledge. In the shower or even during the day when I was all alone. I couldn't help but realize I was very curious about having sex with someone outside of my race. Even during the separation, I would have the fantasy from time to time and it seemed like that was when I got the horniest and would cum the hardest. After meeting Treva and Isiah, I was masturbating every night. I imagined Isiah having a cock even bigger than my ex's and what Treva's body looked like nude. Every night it got more intense than the pervious night and I was literally driving myself crazy with lust.
That weekend my ex had the kids until Sunday night. On Friday night, since I had the place to myself, I stroked my pussy dreaming of interracial sex with my neighbors. I screamed in delight when I came and slept hard that night. The next day I woke up later than usual with the kids gone. I fixed myself a bowl of fruit and yogurt and sat in my living room. I could hear the sound of R&B music coming from outside. When I peaked out of the window, carefully pulling back the drapes, I saw Isiah washing his car. He looked so good in a tee shirt and jeans. I opened up my robe with nothing on underneath and started to play with my wet pussy once again, but then a crazy and devious ideal came into my head.
I ran into my bedroom and put on a pair of bikini bottoms and the tightest tee shirt I could find but without wearing my bra. I grabbed a bucket and a large sponge from the kitchen and went outside. "Oh, hi Isiah" I said acting surprised to see him.
"Afternoon, Heather. I see you are in the mood to wash your car too." he replied.
"Its too nice of a day not to." I tell him, without revealing my true motive. I start to rinse off my car, while keeping an eye on the handsome stud just thirty feet from me. "Oh shoot!" I said out loud. "Isiah, do you have any soap I can borrow, I don't have any."
"Sure." He said and walked over with a bottle of his soap and filled some in my bucket. I filled the bucket with water and begin to wash my vehicle very sloppily and not afraid to get my shirt wet. I keep looking over to see if Isiah had noticed that my nipples were obviously showing through my shirt but to my disappointment, he started to vacuum his car and never looked at me. I really got myself drenched from head to toe with my shoulder length blond hair dripping wet and even pulling up on my bikini bottom to make my ass cheeks hang out a little more. As I rinsed off the soap, Isiah finished with his car and went inside his townhouse saying "Well, take care Heather."
Frustrated and refusing to accept defeat, I concoct an even bolder plan. After finishing with my car wash, I walked to Isiah's door and knocked. When he answered I said, "I am so sorry to bother you again, but dumb ole me has locked myself out of my townhouse. Can I use a phone to call my family with some keys? My cell phone is in the house."
