For 25 years I was married to the same man, I had sex with him and only him during that time, but to my dismay he wasn't adhering to the same marriage principles as I was. I found out he was giving away cock like candy on Halloween. I'm the type of woman that will put up with almost anything to keep a marriage going, but cheating is the one reason I will end a marriage, and that's exactly what I did.
I took his ass to the cleaners; he thought I was just one of those dumb ass housewives who weren't on top of her husband's income. I made a point to know where all his money was going and I kept a record of it hidden from him. When my lawyer presented it to his lawyer, the look on his face could have killed you. Anyway I came away with a nice settlement, which included two homes. A winter home in Florida and a summer home in Montana. With two adult kids away in college, I was thrust into a brand new world, a world full of tantalizing men.
By nature I'm an old fashion girl. You meet a man, he courts you, and you marry and live happily ever after. Although my marriage didn't last forever, I was still sold on the fact that two people could be together for a life time.
I grew up in the south during a time when Blacks and Whites were separated, and most of my adult life I wasn't around very many Blacks. I didn't work when I was married; all my friends were either my husband's co-workers wives or women in the neighborhood, and none of them were Black.
The sub-division I lived in was all White for many years. When I moved out of the sub-division there were only two Black families living there. In 1980 five years after my divorce I moved into a relative new sub-division several miles up the road, at the time I was 49 years old and very much not looking forward to the big 50.
A month after I moved into my new sub-division I got my first ever Black neighbor. His name was Charles Bledsoe he was only twenty-five years old and single. He made his money as a personal trainer to some well known local people around Billings.
I was formally introduced to him one day when he came over and introduced himself to me and informed me that he was a personal trainer, and would be more than happy to add me to his clientele. I was actually very surprised by the way he carried himself. He had an enduring personality, and a killer smile. We talked for about 15 minutes on my front porch. I took his card and promised him I would give him a call if I decided to start a work out.
Two weeks later he was at my house again; this time he had with him my downfall to my road to losing weight, he had baked me an apple pie, I was so taken back by his jester. He told me he thought I looked like an apple pie lady, he said he baked it with a sugar substitute, and I could only have it if I agreed to let him work with me one day, and if I didn't like it he would let me of the hook. Seeing that I was about to strangle him to get to the apple pie, I whole heartily agreed to whatever he said.
The pie was actually very good; I couldn't believe how good it was with artificial sugar in it. Needless to say it didn't last long in my house. Every time Charles would see me out in my yard he would remind me of our deal. Honestly I wanted to try a work out, but I really didn't want to do it at the moment, I was kind of enjoying my non workout period.
Another week of pestering and I finally gave in to his offer. I decide to surprise him one day, so I went over to his house to set up an appointment with him. As I approached the door I could hear music playing rather loud coming from his house. I knocked on the door; apparently he didn't close it all the way, because my not so hard knock caused the door to open up.
Being a nosy old White woman I stuck my head inside and called out his name, but I didn't get a response, so I stepped further into his house, as I got pass the foyer I saw his reflection in the mirror on my right, a quick glance to my left and I saw him totally naked standing there, I gasp and put my hand over my mouth. I didn't know what he was doing, I thought maybe he was jerking himself off, but I was in for a big surprise when I saw a pair of White hands clutch his ass.
I stood there wanting to leave, but wanting to stay also. It had been over two year since I had some cock in me so I was prepare to watch the scene. She stood up and got a glimpse of her face, holy shit it was Linda Strasburg my neighbor across the street from me. I ease my way in a little more and hid behind the massive column. Charles sat down on the couch and she sat between his legs on his cock with her back to him. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the floor. He was fucking her and spanking her at the same time.
Ten minutes later he pulled her to him, and she put her legs outside his legs. I could see his big black cock going in and out of her swallow pussy. He had stretched her pussy; I could see how her pussy lips were stretched to accommodate his huge cock. The excitement of seeing my first black cock gave me a tingling feeling between my legs.
I don't know what came over me, but I licked my middle finger and slid it under my skirt and down my panties. I rubbed my clit to the tempo in which Charles was pumping Linda. I saw her cream smother his cock as it went in and out of her. His hands were on her breasts, and she had two fingers feverishly rubbing her clit.
The music stopped right as I was about to get an orgasm, it took every bit of my being to hold all my moans and groans inside me. I was doing a great job of it until Linda came up off his cock and got on her knees and began to suck his cock. It was the first time I was able to see his entire cock, and oh what a wonder piece of beef it was. The beads of sweat emanating from his body and the size of his cock caused me to let out a loud "Oh my God," they both look over towards me; I ducked back behind the column.
"Is someone there?" Charles shouted.
The door was still open, I peeped around and he was getting up from the couch. I tried to hide, but when I turned around from closing the door he looked me straight in the eyes and said.
"I hope you're enjoying the show Rita Couch."
I couldn't say a word, I was so embarrassed and in shock."
"So are you going to watch, or are you going to participate?"
Terrified I ran out of the house. I sat at home that night totally embarrassed. I couldn't believe I had gone in someone else home and masturbated while watching them have sex.
For the next few weeks I did everything to avoid him, and it worked. I didn't see him at all doing that time. Although I was embarrassed I still had a mental image of his cock and I must confess doing that time I did mentally fuck him several times. I started to wonder what it would feel like to be touched and kissed by a Black man, and how it would feel to have a Black man deep inside me. It wouldn't be long before I got the chance to experience it first hand.
On my 50th birthday I had small get together consisting of 10 close friends, when I answered my door to let my final guest in, Charles was coming up the walk way.
"Charles what's going on, what can I do for you?" I said.
"Oh I was just wondering what was going on, and I was just going to tell you it would be okay for your guest to park in my drive, you know how the association is."
"Why thank you, but I think everything is okay, all my guest are here."
"So what's the celebration for."
"Oh it's my 50th birthday, and I'm having a small get-together."
