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> "The Farmer's Wife"
> by Becky - (Midwest USA)
>
>
> After hearing about Monika's website, I decided to
> tell what happened to me in 1990. I grew up in a small
> midwest farm town. I was at the time a no way farm girl, but
> in HS I became very attracted to Don, this tall, dark and
> handsome guy my age. We began dating heavy, and my mother
> was not too keen of her daughter dating a son of a hog
> farmer, but once she learned the size of their hog
> production, and that his family was the most prominent in
> the area, she was okay. His father being on the board of
> directors at the bank did not hurt either. Don took me to
> the prom and when he went out west to attend Ag school, I
> was left behind. When he returned 4 years later, we both
> were surprised neither had found anyone and began a serious
> relationship. I was not ugly, but being a tall 5'9, skinny,
> and somewhat of a Tomboy type, I was wild when Don asked me
> to marry him.
>
> We were married in front of his parent's big white
> farmhouse, and I was content to be a farmer's wife. A year
> later, I gave birth to our first son James, and two years
> later, Shawn came into the world. Not only was Don's hog
> production the best in the state, but he landed board of
> director's positions at the bank, stock yards and a real
> estate firm. I was overjoyed, but at the same time, I felt
> useless, so I went back to college and got my teacher's
> degree. I always knew Don was not much of a romantic,
> neither was I, but still needed more quality cuddle time,
> but Do never had time. Now allowing it to upset me, I went
> on with teaching, helping his father with the hogs after
> school and being a good mother.
>
> Feeling lonely one weekend while Don was away on a
> bank trip, I let some of my girlfriends talk me into
> attending a all ladies night at a sports bar. I was shocked
> to see male models dance and strip down to a net over their
> privates. I liked good looking men as much at the next lady,
> but felt a wife of a prominent man should not be in a place
> like this. When one of the men was a tall black guy, I felt
> cheap and left on my own. I was glad to welcome Don home,
> but felt slighted again when he announced he was off to a
> real estate convention in a few days. "What about our
> vacation?" I asked. "James and John are asking me. Don, do
> you not have any time for your family at all?" "Becky, it
> will have to wait until next year," He said in his usual dry
> and arrogant tone.
>
> No sooner had I cleared this hurdle, when Debbie
> called and really floored me. "Becky, where did you go the
> other night?" she said. "Remember Bobo, that handsome black
> hunk? He was asking about you Becky. He asked who that tall,
> short hair, foxy brunette was. I think he has the hots for
> you." "What?" I yelled. "A black man? What kind of lady do
> you think I am? I'm a married lady."
>
> This was so disgusting that it made me not care about
> Don's arrogant attitude. I had seen some young girls hanging
> around with black guys, but me, no way. To rid what I felt
> as "trash" I helped Don's father label hogs for sale the
> next day after school. The very thought made me sick.
>
> Don came in that evening and as usual ignored me. All
> he would talk about was his board meetings. "Don, would you
> like to make love tonight?" I said in a sexy voice. "The
> boys are out, and it has been a long time. I could slip into
> something sexy. Don, I really need you tonight, please?"
> "Becky, I have to combine wheat in the morning. Not tonight,
> Im too busy." "Your damn farm and elected positions," I
> yelled. "Don, do you not find me sexy anymore? You have no
> time for the boys either. What will your excuse be next
> year? Damn, I have to grade papers." "Oh Becky," Don said
> with a frown. "I have a chance to be where my grandfather
> was at the bank and this farm is on the verge of being the
> top hog producing farm in the state. Please understand."
>
> That was it. Case closed, as I fell asleep that night.
> I just thought to forget it. Don had a promising career and
> I was a successful teacher, so why worry about our cuddle
> life. But the next night, Debbie, Martha and Tammy were
> calling and talking how hot they were over this black Bobo.
> I mean these were married women, with children, and crazy
> over some black stripper. They somehow sensed Don and I were
> fighting, and again asked me to come to the club this
> weekend. I told them I did not need to see some black guy
> strip to solve my problems, but when Don was too busy to
> have dinner which I reserved Saturday night, I again was the
> good wife and stayed home and graded papers. The next week,
> I was moody, but occupied my mind by helping Don's father
> with the hogs after school, while he attended meeting after
> meeting. Wednesday night while driving the boys to a game, I
> saw my friend's cars at the lounge south of town. Whether
> out of curiosity or depression, I stopped on the way home.
> Pushing my way through the crowd, I spotted my girl friends
> at Ladies Night. "Becky!" Tammy yelled. "Bobo is next. Wait
> til you see him. He is so incredible. Sit down." Soon the
> place was in chaos as all cheered this tall, lean black
> stripper. He was solid steel, and everyone when wild when he
> came by our table and winked at me. I felt disgusted when I
> told the girls it was so sick for us to have husbands and
> gloating over some black. "Oh come on Becky," Martha yelled.
> "You know you want him. Did you see that bulge in the net?"
>
> I was so upset that I went to pick up the boys. When
> we got home, I told Don he should take more interest in the
> boy's activities and he agreed. As I was helping the boys
> with their homework, the phone rang and it was Tammy saying,
> Bobo wanted to meet me. "He's hot for you Becky."
>
> I shrugged it off and stayed home Saturday night with
> Don. He paid more attention to his paper work, and I just
> thought, if only Don knew a black man found me appealing.
> His family once owned slaves on this very farm. He would
> flip his lid. "Don, can we do something next Saturday
> night?" I said. "Becky, you know I take hogs to market next
> Saturday. Why don't you do something with the girls?"
>
> By Saturday, I was ready too. Don and I had argued all
> week, so I dressed like a teenager and went to the club to
> watch the girls get excited over their black friend. As I
> was preparing to leave, I heard someone call my name.
> Turning around, I saw Bobo coming toward me. "Well pretty
> lady, I finally get to meet the farmer's wife. Did the girls
> tell you what I said? You are so sexy!" "Yes, and they also
> should have told you I am a wife and mother of two sons.
> What do you want?" "I want you," he said. "They also told me
> farmer boy can't make you happy, I could do things......."
> "Cut the bull," I yelled. "I don't need some black stud to
> help my marriage. Get lost!"
>
> When I came home, I put on a sexy night gown, hoping
> Don would notice. He didn't, but he did ask me to attend a
> cattleman's convention next week. It was a step, so I
> accepted.
>
> Coming home from school on Monday, I helped Don's
> father prepare hogs for market. Coming in the house, Bobo
> calls and begins to tell me how he could fill the void in my
> life. I hung up.
>
> I felt good as Don and I drove to the convention. It
> was the first time we had been together in ages. The hotel
> was plush, and as usual the cattleman association went all
> out. Instead of being alone and dancing with my husband, Don
> kept busy talking business with everyone. Although some of
> the men paid me compliments, I was so pissed that not only
> did I order a scotch, but found myself daydreaming about
> Bobo. "So what if he's black," I thought to myself. Once
> things were over and we retired to our room, Dom seem upset
> when I threw myself at him. "Good land Becky," he said
> hanging up his suit. "Stop acting like a school girl."
> Needless to say I fell asleep thinking of how Bobo wanted
> me. Sure I felt a little cheap, but I also was a woman with
> needs. As Don snored, I began to think about Bobo
> compliments.
>
> When we returned home, I did not mind helping my
> father-in-law tag hogs after school, but I was furious when
> Don announced he was also going into real estate and did not
> even discus it with me. In a flash I found myself calling
> Debbie to see if she was going to the club. "You're wanting
> Bobo aren't you Becky? You're too late, Bobo is gone, I
> think he moved on to Kansas City." This time my rejection
> was to a black man, but without asking Debbie said she would
> see if she could locate him. I went on with my daily
> routines of being a mother, teacher and neglected by Don
>
> A week later Tammy phoned. "I know Don is there," she
> whispered. "But Debbie located Bobo and he said to meet him
> at the Kingdom Motel, room 104, Saturday night. I envy you
> so much Becky."
>
> Saturday morning I was shaking all over, but that
> evening when I told Don I was going to take the mini van and
> visit Tammy, he said that was fine, he could catch up on
> some paper work. I could not believe I was doing this as I
> drove south of town. When I pulled in the parking lot, I saw
> Bobo standing in front of room 104 and waving to me. "Well
> pretty lady," he said. "I'm so glad you have decided to
> come. Don't be nervous, I know your husband treats you like
> shit. How about some wine?" "Skip the wine," i said. "You
> are a black man who enjoys degrading white wives like me."
> "Then why are you here pretty farmer's wife? I know what you
> want. You want what your husband can't" "Stop it," I yelled.
> "Not only am I Don's wife, but I am the mother of two
> teenage sons." "You stop it," he said. "You want my big
> black cock as bad as I want some over 40 white ass. I'll
> make it easy, you take off your clothes, I'll take off mine,
> and we can go from there."
>
> I still was in disbelief as I disrobed in the
> bathroom. Soon this black man eyes were all over me. "Just
> what I thought," he said removing my bra. "A tall, slender,
> short hair brunette wife with small tits, but you are just
> what my big black root has been wanting. Here, lie down
> Becky." As he removed my panties, I felt his lips, tongue
> and teeth sucking my vagina and clit. I suddenly surrendered
> to what Don had not done in years. "Just screw me and get it
> over with," I moaned. His cock looked like a black hammer
> handle, at least a foot long. Spreading my long legs, I let
> out a grunt as this huge thing broke in my vagina. I threw
> my head back and clinched the bed post.
>
> "I have been wanting this the first time I saw you,"
> he said driving deeper in my tight hole. "I know the farmer
> can't satisfy the farmer's wife. I'm going to make you
> addicted to black cock." "Cut the crap about my husband," I
> moaned. "Damn, you are killing me. You're tearing me into."
> "You're doing okay Becky," he said. "Here put these pillows
> under your head so you can see my big black root going in
> and out of your tight cunt. Can't you feel me ripping your
> belly Becky baby?" I was too weak to speak as the pain was
> now subsiding. I had never felt this good before. "I think I
> am going to cum," I said trying to catch my breath. "My
> tubes are tied, if you're wondering. Do it inside me if you
> want. I know that is what you want to do. Cum inside me, I
> don't care."
>
> "Becky, you are my bitch tonight," he said as I felt
> his load shooting in me. As his mouth bit my breasts, I bit
> his wet shoulder and bucked to the wildest orgasm of my
> life. It felt so good. "I have to be going," I said as he
> was still shooting on my navel. "It happened, I must go."
> "Don't go Becky," he said rubbing his black cock in my face.
> "Forget your husband and sons for one night. I know you want
> to suck some chocolate, and I want some more of your tight
> pussy. Okay?" "Bobo it happened," I said searching for my
> bra. "Don thinks I am visiting a friend and my two sons are
> not that much younger than you. It happened, I enjoyed it,
> but it is over. Let me go."
>
> "Not before a farewell shower," he said as I whined in
> dismay. Soon we were in the shower as he was sucking between
> my legs again. Then I did something I thought I would never
> do. I knelt down and took his black erection in my mouth. My
> mind was blaming Don for all this as I sucked him. I soon
> found myself back on the bed as he balled my brains out
> again for another hour.
>
> "This must never happen again," I said as Bobo was
> wiping his cum off me, as I put on my bra. My car weaved as
> I drove home. Don was asleep when I arrived and my sore
> vagina caused me to pee every hour. Bobo's teeth marks were
> all over my sore breasts. My remorse lasted for weeks every
> time I faced Don and the boys. They would never believe I
> would do this with a black man and although the scars were
> healing, one minute I was in guilt, and the next, I was
> having wild flashes of the great night I had spent with a
> black man. At times, I felt I was addicted to black cock,
> but was firm and declined Bobo's advances when he called and
> wanted me again. Nothing ever changed with Don, but I'm not
> sure I would even want sex with him after the night Bobo
> gave me.
>
> As the months passed, I had strong urges of black cock
> everyday. Could I go on and be a good wife and mother and be
> a slut for some black man on the side? Perhaps when the boys
> went to college, I could feel a long black cock that hurt me
> so much, but yet drove me off the edge?? Bobo had long since
> moved on, but I know it won't be too much of a problem to
> find a black stud or studs to service a thin, tom boy, over
> 40 wife. I'm sure there are many who would like the farmer's
> wife.
>
>
> -- The End --
>
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