Maria lay on her bed, sobbing as if her heart would break; actually, it had broken. Her husband, Guido had informed her early that evening that he was leaving. He had told her that he had found someone new, who was younger than she, less buxom than she and someone that he wanted to be with.
Although their marriage had basically disintegrated over the past five years, the pain was no less severe, and she sobbed until there were no more tears left.
Maria was now thirty-eight years old. She had met her husband Guido while they attended the Brooklyn Campus of Long Island University on Flatbush Avenue. They had classes together in Biology which she had majored in, and he was a Chemistry major. After graduating at nineteen, she and Guido had gotten married. He got a job as a chemist, and she accepted employment at a high school teaching Biology. He was five years older than she.
Guido was always sort of selfish, but she tolerated his macho Italian persona as she was used to that in her neighborhood. Most of the Italian guys in Canarsie sported the same conduct and treated their wives the same way. They bossed them around, knocked them up and complained how they had to work so hard supporting them.
She was one of the few working wives in their neighborhood as many just kept house. As a result, she had the opportunity to meet people of different ethnic backgrounds and cultures and found herself far less bigoted than Guido and his friends. He and his friends liked calling Puerto Ricans, "Spicks," Jews "Hymies," and many, many names for black people all of which were despicable.
Two years after marriage, she had her first child, a boy. Guido was ecstatic and boasted to all his friends how good a fucker he was. He crowed that Maria had gotten pregnant and had a first-born son, who was named after him. The following four years produced two more children, Lisa and Anita. By that time, Maria had put on twenty pounds, mostly on her breasts and hips and Guido having proved his manhood to himself, lost interest in his raven-haired wife.
They rarely had sex anymore and when they did, it was mostly when he returned home drunk from hanging out with his friends. He would often find her in bed asleep and would yank her nightie up at the back, insert himself into her and before she was even half awake, he would cum, roll over and go to sleep leaving her bottom all coated with his slimy batter. She would get up from bed, go to the bathroom and clean herself off before resuming sleep, feeling totally frustrated as she was always just beginning to warm up when he came.
If truth were told, Maria never really enjoyed sex with Guido. His "thing," was about four inches long and reminded her of a Vienna sausage. All of his boasting about his virility was just that. Sex with him never lasted more than five minutes from start to finish. In their nineteen years of marriage, she had probably cum twice, and both times was when he had mounted her after she had been quietly masturbating in bed.
Her story was no different from that of most of her friends, who shared similar experiences and suffered the same fate. There was no one really to talk to about her married life and its downward spiral. Her running buddy Paula was in the same situation too but solved her problem differently. She sought comfort in other men's arms and kept telling Maria that she too needed to get a little bit of "strange." Maria would only laugh and tell Paula that if her husband, Guiseppi, ever found out, she would be dead meat.
"You're just an old ho," Maria would teasingly tell her, and Paula would laugh and say,
"Damn right, an old ho getting some regular cock."
Paula believed that Guiseppi didn't care what she did, as long as his food was ready when he came home. She kept telling Maria that she was searching for a good, steady stallion, one to fuck her into oblivion regularly. Maria would just shake her head and say a few "Hail Mary's" chuckling as she envisioned this stallion fucking Paula into oblivion.
She learned from others that talking to the priest at her church was a waste of time. Father Felipe was apparently only interested in getting donations for the church and listening to confessions. Many of her girlfriends thought that they could hear him huffing and puffing in the booth, while they confessed, and felt that he was jerking off to the more salacious ones. Most didn't mind that though, because at least he was not trying to seduce their young sons.
Maria's school was one of the more progressive areas in her community. Jews, Asians, Blacks and Latinos all worked together as teachers, trying to impart knowledge and guidance to their charges. Generally, they all respected one another. It wasn't an easy job as many of the kids had no parental guidance and saw no need for a good education.
Every now and then, a gem would come through and they all combined their skills in helping that child to achieve at the highest level. They had the satisfaction of seeing some from all ethnic groups go on to college and succeed. Unfortunately, too many fell by the wayside adding to Brooklyn's crime and underachieving statistics.
Many times, she had to turn for advice to Ralph Bender, a fellow teacher, in dealing with some of the young black males that she taught. He was also a graduate of LIU and she had known him as a fellow student. He was smart, dedicated and it didn't hurt also that he was easy on the eyes. He was 6'4", and in her mind, epitomized what dark and handsome really meant. He wasn't overly bulky but had a very muscular body, very dark skin but oh so smooth! She had never seen a blemish on his face. His moustache was always short and neatly trimmed as was his goatee, which looked so sexy now with small flecks of gray in it. He was always well put-together. His advice was always helpful and honest, and she grew to trust his judgment in other matters too. He was a friend whenever she was in need.
Like many sexy women, she was unaware that her smooth olive skin and jet-black hair, coupled with a very mature broad ass and thick thighs made her still a very attractive woman. Since Guido didn't want her anymore, she assumed that nobody else did, especially since she was now in her forties.
Ralph Bender had noticed her but kept his thoughts and longing to himself. He loved that big ass and often imagined himself with his cock sunk deep into her as she trembled under him as orgasm after orgasm washed over her. Never in a million years did he think that Maria had similar thoughts.
Over the years, she could tell that he knew when she was upset or having a hard time with Guido, but he never probed or tried to get into her business. Sometimes she would ask him questions about relationships using examples of other friends' situations but really asking for herself. He would always listen patiently and give her advice that she could use. He was never judgmental and appeared to understand and empathize with her situation.
Once in a while, they would be in school after hours together and would chat about life and things in general. Once she had asked him, how come he wasn't married. He had laughed and said,
"Well, know for one, I am not gay, even though you didn't ask."
Her face had turned red as the thought had occurred to her. He then told her that he had been hurt badly by someone that he had trusted and had decided never to give himself to anyone that way again. Before she realized it, she blurted,
"Oh, my, that is a shame. Some woman somewhere is really missing out!"
He looked at her and his gaze made her slightly uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as the huge mound that lay between his legs. She apologized for her outburst, and he was silent for quite a while. Finally, he said,
"There is only one woman who has really captured my fancy since that time, but she is already taken."
Maria had no idea whom he was talking about but had the good sense to let the conversation end there.
Six months after Guido had left, both Lisa and Anita graduated from college and joined their brother in the work world. Young Guido was working in Chicago, Anita had gotten a job and moved to California and Lisa lived with her boyfriend in Manhattan.
Maria was now an empty nester, at home alone but still a lusty Italian woman with meat on her bones and a strong sexual appetite. She noticed that somewhere in the last twenty years the prototype of alluring women had changed to skinny assed women with no tits and little asses and few Italian men even looked at her anymore. She observed that many black men did though.
At Paula's recommendation, she had purchased many sex toys through mail order and her "friends" helped her through some horny times. Her favorite, unknown to Paula was a fat, black cock, about eight inches long and quite thick. Its base was a suction cup that she would attach to the shower wall and when horny, she would fuck herself until she collapsed in the bathtub. She burned out many vibrators, and Paula always teased her about causing blackouts in Brooklyn. Sometimes she wished that she were black and could get the real thing.
At forty-two, she was five foot two, one hundred and thirty-five solid pounds, most of which resided in her breasts, ass and thighs. Her tummy had a slight pouch, residual from having three kids and nothing that she did, seemed to eliminate it.
