My name is Mona Freidman and I am a petite, some would say pretty, forty-five year old housewife with dark brown shoulder length hair and a reubenesque figure. I have been married to my husband Stanley for twenty-two years. My husband is average height, has short blond hair, and although he's put on a few pounds over the years he is still a very good-looking man. To all outward appearances, we are an average middle class couple living a conventional lifestyle but nothing could be farther from the truth. I 'd like to tell you how our marriage changed from dull and mundane, to a wild and exhilarating experience I wouldn't trade for the world.
Like so many couples, our relationship had lost its spark over the years and settled into a safe predictable routine. We had each found different interests and our sex life had diminished until it was almost non-existent. I felt that if we didn't do something about it very soon our marriage was going to be in serious trouble. We desperately needed to come together again and put some fun back in our life. I knew I had to talk with Stanley before it was too late. I sat down with him to underline my concerns, and to his credit, he agreed with me and actually came up with a solution. One of his coworkers had had similar problems and had taken up dance lessons with his wife. The two of them really enjoyed it and it had healed their relationship, so Stanley suggested we give it a try.
I thought it was a wonderful idea. It sounded like a lot of fun and we could do it as a couple. Stanley got the phone book and we searched through the yellow pages until we found a dance studio that sounded right for us. The John Manley Dance Studios taught a variety of dance steps and as it was only about a fifteen-minute drive from home, we decided to phone and set up an appointment.
John Manley, the owner and lead instructor explained that his studio did not give individual lessons but there was an opening in his slow dance class on Tuesday night. He told us slow dance was a good step for beginners, and if we liked it, we could go on from there to try our hand at nightclub two-step, the cha-cha, and west and east coast swing. He also hinted that we had better act fast as the openings filled up very quickly, so Stanley told him to go ahead and sign us up.
Much to our surprise when we showed up for our first class we discovered John was an African American. I'd never been prejudiced, but until that night, I hadn't had much to do with black people and I felt a little uncomfortable. I should also mention that John was very good-looking and much younger than I had expected. To my great relief, in spite of his size, he had a gentle manner that quickly put my fears to rest, and I found him to be both a gentleman and a very good teacher.
John felt it made us better dancers when we danced with the other students, and if any woman came on her own he would act as her partner. I always looked forward to dancing with him because he seemed to take a little extra time with me, and I have to admit I liked the attention. One night I felt John getting an erection as we danced. At first, I thought I was imagining it but by the end of the dance, I was sure he'd been rubbing his cock against my tummy. I think Stanley knew something was up because I was blushing so much after dancing with John. The next couple of lessons confirmed my suspicions. John started to dance with me far more frequently and snuggled his cock into me every time. More than once, I felt his hands brush across my ass when no one was looking. I have to admit attracting a tall and handsome black man ten years younger than me was good for my ego. My panties were always soaking by the time we got home.
One Tuesday night my husband phoned to tell me he had to work late. Knowing how much I enjoyed dancing he said that perhaps I should go on my own. Stanley was a florist, and if he had a big order to fill, he'd often work late. Tonight he had a wedding to do, and he told me he wouldn't be home before eleven thirty. He said I could fill him in on whatever he missed later. Little did he know just how much I would be filling him in on.
I was so excited I felt like a giggling teenager. John always met for coffee with a few of the dancers after every lesson and he'd always made a special point of asking if Stanley and I were going, but as Stanley didn't like to socialize, we'd always gone straight home. Tonight for the very first time I was able to say yes.
At the diner seven of us squeezed into a large round booth meant for six and I maneuvered it so I could sit next to John. No one else would have noticed but John pressed his leg up against mine, and when I stole a quick look under the table I saw a very prominent bulge in the front of his trousers. The other dancers began to drift off home but John and I ordered a refill on our coffee and lingered behind. At that point I was so turned on I didn't care what anyone thought. If anything, it only made what we were doing even more exciting. After everyone had left, the two of us sat there in silence with our legs still touching. John smiled at me and made a confession and it all seemed so natural
"You know I'm very attracted to you don't you Mona? I can see it in your eyes."
"John," I protested, "you know this is wrong. I'm a married woman, and besides, I'm much older than you."
"You're a lovely lady Mona, and your age doesn't matter, you seem so much younger. Please...I know you're married but nothing that feels this good could possibly be wrong. This incredible attraction we have for each other. You feel it too, don't you?"
"God yes," I whimpered. "I shouldn't, but I do! Oh John, what on earth can we do? Nothing good can ever come of this."
"Please, don't say that Mona, just follow your instincts and let go for once in your life."
John kissed me and I felt myself melting into his embrace. Barely three weeks ago I had been concerned about his color, and now we were shamelessly flaunting our desire for each other in a busy restaurant. I think the waitress was worried we'd get carried away with ourselves, because she gave us a disapproving look then brought John our bill. We were barely in the parking lot when John slipped his hand up inside my sweater, squeezing my breasts as he tugged up my skirt with his other hand. I fumbled with his zipper then came to my senses, remembering where we were.
"Please John," I gasped, "we can't... not here... not like this!"
"Let's drive back to the studio!" he suggested. "We can use my office. No one will see us in there!"
"Oh, god yes... hurry John... I'll meet you there!"
Once we were safely ensconced in John's office we were all over each other. John kissed my neck and ears, his breath sending shivers up and down my spine, as he hiked my skirt up over my waist. I fumbled at his belt, and then pulled down on his zipper. He swept the top of his desk clear with the back of his hand, laid me down on it, and literally ripped off my panties. Grasping his huge ebony cock in my tiny hand, I made a frantic attempt to guide it into my pussy.
My pussy began to lubricate helping his cock on its mission, and it slowly eased up inside me, working its way into my womb. My face flushed with pride at seeing John's whole length buried in my swollen gash, its blackness contrasting with my pale white flesh. I lay back savoring the moment, enjoying the fullness of him, then John began to fuck me in earnest.
"Yes...oh god yesss!" I sobbed, as he savagely slammed himself into me. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god, yes, you beautiful, beautiful man!"
John's pace quickened and I felt his heavy balls pounding against my asshole as he worked the two of us into a mad, lust-filled frenzy. I frantically clung to him, unwilling to let go until he had completely finished me off.
"Oh, god Mona," he grunted, "your cunt feels so tight! I'm sorry but I'm not going to last very long baby!"
Hearing John's warning I hung on even tighter, digging my nails into his back and preparing to receive his load of fresh creamy jism.
"This is it baby!" John panted. "It's coming... oh god it's coming...oh fuck yesssss!"
"John...Oh god John...it's so hot...so very hot...oh my god, oh my god, I'm coming tooo!"
I clung to John, and wrapped my legs around him, moaning and groaning as he pumped his seemingly never-ending load into me. When he finally pulled out of my pussy, I was a changed woman.
