With many thanks to Frank, from Go Bula! for ideas and the like.
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Mary Ann-Carter Woodward had been an adventurous youth. In high school she'd met her now husband, but his family did not approve of them. He married Claudette Ash-burn and they had a daughter Jade. Meanwhile Mary Ann-Carter had finished her degree in Realty and her masters in Law. She was set to take the board when Brent Woodward, her high school sweetheart and Claudette separated. As in high school, their romance was re ignited and with his parents great disapproval they had moved in together before his divorce was finalized. It was not the last thing that she would do to shame the rich and old family.
They never cared for her, always considering her too low for their son. Unfortunately for them, she gave birth to Brent's first-born son, the heir to the great Woodward name. Though they demanded Brent get blood tests, it was obvious the child was his and Mary had never been the slightest hint of anything but a doting, faithful wife, despite how much they slandered and loathed her.
She always tried to impress upon her in-laws how much she loved their son, but never seemed to make way. By the time her son, David was in school she had given up all together. Jade who went by Jazz, shared her grandparents feelings towards Mary and never referred to her in anything short of condescending. At thirteen she was all attitude, and at times too much attitude for either parents to handle. Mary would go round and round with her, and the grandparents over the phone.
At first her husband supported her without blemish, but the wars dragged on and he grew distant. The adventurous and fun spirit Mary had, as a youth, in college and before her marriage to Brent slipped away from her. The Mary Ann that looked back at her from the mirror of the mini- van was not the same she'd remembered of her youth. She was still very attractive. An overwhelming MILF so her co-workers called her, but something had died inside.
Her short black hair, recently bleached blond, did not help her as the promised print on the box said it would. She did not feel "more alive than ever before". Twice a week she worked out at the fitness club, she ate right and dressed appropriately but inside she knew she wasn't herself anymore.
"I am nearly forty..." She confided to her friend on her cell, pulling around the drop off circle at the school. "But I feel like I have been dead for years."
"Awe, don't say that Mary, we'll go out this weekend, or something."
She agreed and hung up, pulling next to the curb. It began to rain, just like the weather report swore it wouldn't and she got soaked helping David out. A teacher's aid took his hand at the door and asked her if she wanted to come in and dry off but she politely refused, "Have to go to work." she said.
"Another time." the man said.
Was he hitting on her? She gave him a look in the pelting rain before jumping back into the car. A cute guy, like an actor form television. But she would never go out with a Black guy... what was she thinking? She was married first, and about twice the man's age! She shook her head and pulled back into traffic, "Oh Mary you are a shameful woman." she scolded herself, "Everything the Woodward's say about you is true!" she laughed at herself.
Later, still aroused by the man's request for her company, however, she began to rub her husband's shoulders. Brent gruff-ed: "Not tonight honey I have an important meeting tomorrow."
"That is supposed to be my line." She remarked, sitting up at the edge of the bed, feeling hopeless and lost.
"We have children, I work all the time to put food in their mouths and clothes on their backs."
"Here we go... I'll go pack for the guilt trip."
"Don't be a smart ass, I am tired. Can't a man be tired once in a while?" he sighed and rolled over, besides you're always horny..."
She frowned: "You used to like that about me..."
"I still do, just not tonight."
She wasn't going to push it or mention the fact that "Tonight" had been every night for the past year. His comments made her feel dirty, like there was something wrong with her. Was there?
Restless, Mary waited in bed for Brent to fall asleep. When she heard his purring slumber, she began to rub herself through the silk panties. Before she had fantasized about them on his boat or up in the cabins or on the beach. She would rub her clitoris softly, licking her fingers and moaning in sweet memory, herself to sleep. But this time was different. She remembered the rain splashing on her face and her shirt, wetting her braw and breasts, she remembered traffic and thought of the school, the man who offered her coffee. The Black man. Her finger slipped into her hot cunt and she came, a flood rushing over her. Tingly warmth and then still numbness. Sweet numbness, and sweet surrender. Her body was tight and then relaxed. She had frozen not to disturb the tranquil Brent beside her. Slipping her finger out, she brought it up to her mouth and licked it, slipping it between her lips she sucked her juices from it, pretending it was the man's fingers. They would be thick, rough, Black. She trembled. Would she cum again? This was crazy. She rubbed her clitoris with her other hand, slipping it between the soaked panties and her groomed mound. She came instantly, with only slight play, her stomach muscles tensed and her she barely caught the yelp from escaping. She sighed and turned over, licking the other hand clean now. After a long pause, when she was sure Brent was still sleeping, she slipped her hands back down between her legs.
Mary didn't get much rest that night, but her dreams were erotic and in the morning Mary decided she would find out if the young man was hitting on her or not.
In the morning, She made coffee, eggs and toast for Brent. She assisted the Nanny with David's clothes and informed Jade several times what time it was and that she would be late. To which the young girl responded in Latin: "Your face doesn't sleep with you!" However, being a college grad herself, and having to enjoyed her Latin classes equally, Mary quipped back, also in Latin: "Little potato!" and then in English. "Martial was a poor play write and it shows lack of character to quote him, and a lack of depth as well."
More than a little relieved from wining the first round so easily, Mary retreated to the kitchen ready for more to come later. Brent informed her that Jade had just text him from the upstairs and that her friends were picking her up for school and that she (Mary) wouldn't need to wait on her.
"I am sure she used more adjectives than that to refer to me." Mary said warming Brent's coffee to the rim.
"Nah." Brent folded the news paper, "She must have been putting on her make up and didn't have time, or extra use of her thumb."
Mary took her cup of orange juice from the counter top, straitening David's shirt when he re-entered the kitchen, having spilled cereal on the other shirt. "You're off to an early start little man." Mary said to his back. David always made her smile. The sight of Jade heading out the front door made her frown. She followed her through the window to the silver BMW, it belonged to Jade's mother, Claudette. "Friends from school my ass." she muttered. Jade and her mother Claudette were always together. Mary understood that having a relationship with a parent and child were important, but there's was more a relationship of spite, anything to make life for Mary and Brent difficult.
"He is so funny no?" said the Nanny, Marcia, behind him. His backpack, she placed on the counter seemed almost as big as he was.
"You don't have anything in there you are not supposed to, do you?" Mary asked, trying to think of anything else besides Claudette and her continual meddling.
"No mommy." David shook his head and focused on the task of emptying his bowl without further incident.
Mary had resolved herself to the conclusion that if the Black man greeted her, that she would pursue a relation with him. That hopefully it would be a wonderful fling that might bring some excitement into her life. But, Mary was nervous, she had never considered the slightest possibility of committing adultery, much less even, being with a Black man. But here she was hoping to see if the same man was there to greet her, like yesterday. No such luck. There was relief actually, now she wouldn't have to go through with it- and she wouldn't have to think of herself as a coward for not doing it either. That was of course to assume that the man would want anything to do with her. She looked at herself in the mirror, pulling around David's drop off turn in front of the school. She was pretty, she thought. Shrugging she came to a halt then got out and walked around to David's side, helping the little man out. Bag in hand he pecked her cheek and trotted off. She watched him go, then got in her van and drove to work.
She had been working for a realty firm until she passed the board and now that she had, was looking for a new job. She sent her resume to monster and other inter net sights, hoping no one from the Limited Liability Corporation would find out about her effort. They were always quick to fire people and though her sales had been top before, everything seemed in a slump lately.
It wasn't long before Mary found herself wondering and wandering in the Internet. She GOOGLED "Large Black Dick" and was rewarded with a plethora of sights to choose from. She selected Images then, when the screen filled with them. Slid her hand under her desk. She couldn't believe how horny she was. All around her, she heard the typing of her co-workers. She listened to them on the phones and chatting about things. And there she was, looking at porn... she came to her senses and clicked off the sites.
Her day was pretty much clear until two when she had an appointment to show a house out in the valley. She drove there at one after a meager lunch at the corner coffee shop, and readied the house for a showing. The couple was late, as usual and when a car pulled into the drive way it was almost three. "Sorry!" the Black middle aged man said, coming around the sidewalk and greeting her by the door.
Mary decided not to be mad when he took her hand in greeting. It was a massive hand and a firm but gentle shake. "Not at all Taylor James. Come in." She backed into the door and held it open for him.
"I was waiting for my partner, but I don't think she's coming... call me TJ" he said.
"What a shame." she smiled and taking his hand gently, "May I show you the house TJ?" she noticed that he was agreeable and was sure that she had made a positive impression on him, but could she? Would she? She didn't even know the man... he would think that she was trying to use sex to sell the house... that still wouldn't be bad, at least she would have a sale right?
The tour ended in the bedroom. Along the way they had shared coy responses with each other, "The shower is big enough for two?" he asked, "Depends how BIG you are TJ." She smiled back.
