I'm a 48-year-old married white woman; I live in a rich neighborhood with my husband and two daughters. I live a life that most women my age would envy, I guess, but up until recently I have not been able to enjoy it. My sex life for one had been lacking to say the least; my husband complains about the weight that I have gained since he married me. He complained that my ass and thighs were too fat. I feel like I am unattractive to him and that really hurt my self-esteem.
One morning after he had gone to work, as I got out of the shower I examined my self in the mirror. I have always been a shapely woman standing 5'5 and with 38 DD's. However over the years my breast started to sag and my ass had gotten bigger. I looked at my ass in the mirror it was still very shapely but a lot thicker than it used to be. My thighs too had increased in width. I guess it had crept up on me before I could even notice. I got on the scale; it took all I had to bring myself to read it, 150 pounds! I didn't feel that fat, I felt as though I still carried it well. As I looked in the mirror and remembered my husband's remarks, I suddenly stopped feeling depressed and realized how unattractive he had become. He had a beer gut and was beginning to bald, who was he to talk. I suddenly had the urge to forget what he had said and spend my day drinking margaritas in my back yard by the pool. I got dressed and headed to the grocery store to get margarita mix. I always felt sexy when I dressed in revealing clothes; fuck it I thought, so what I had gained some weight, it was summer and time to show some skin. I put on a string bikini and some short shorts that clung to my ass and a matching tank top.
As I entered the store I noticed several young black boys out of the corner of my eye. To my surprise they were blatantly checking me out. I decided to give them a show and dropped my purse, and then bent down to pick it up. To my surprise they loved it! I heard one of them say,
"Damn that white lady got big ol booty!"
To say the least that really made my day. As I drove home I was overwhelmed by the thought of those virile young black boys ogling my body. These were young boys with incredible bodies who I'm sure could get any girl their age, yet they were turned on by my 48 yr old fat ass! Fuck my husband! I realized that most black men loved voluptuous woman, to them I was still very much attractive. I bought my margarita mix and drove home.
As I lay out by the pool I continued to think about those black boys with their dark muscular bodies glistening with sweat. I imagined them with their shirts off six packs, muscular arms and chest. Damn what was happening? I was fantasizing about black boys less than half my age! Just as I was really getting worked up I heard the front doorbell ring. As I got up to answer it my big tits swayed back in forth and my ass jiggled as my bikini bottom scrunched up, barley covering my big ass. When I opened the door my jaw hit the floor, standing at my door were two tall, large, muscular black boys! Neither of them could have been a day over 20. They were almost as astonished, as I was when I opened the door; their eyes were immediately drawn to my enormous tits.