Another Black Temptation

by Pam, a Very Happy Wife 

    The following story is true, based on one of the actual experiences
I have had.

    Being married to a red-neck Alabama country boy does not seem like
a good situation to be in while cheating with black men, but I have done
just that, more than once.  This is one of those times when temptation
overcame my fears of what society would think of me.  

    It seems that for some reason black guys are attracted to me, and I
do not object one little bit.  I am 5'-9," 140 lbs, have a nice figure,
brown hair, brown eyes, my breasts tend to bounce, and my butt wiggles too.


    This is a story about one of those times that was not long ago.  It
would seem unlikely that a young black male would be interested in a
middle-aged married white woman.  However apparently I tickled one young
black guy's hormones just right at a recent company picnic.  

    My hubby had recently been promoted to supervisor in a local plant
where mostly guys work.  He anted to make a good impression, so we both
chose our dress for the occasion with some care.  I chose a pair of
nice-fitting black slacks, a thin pullover white satin top with an open
neck line that nicely revealed my breasts.  They were encased in a sheer
white bra.  

    As we moved about at the picnic, chatting with the guys and their
families (those who had families), I noticed two young black guys who were
looking me over pretty good.  Every time I looked their way they seemed to
be looking my way.  This peaked my interest somewhat, as I really love to
be admired by any male at any time.  It makes my day, and it makes me feel
that I am a sexy, desirable woman, even at my middle age.  

    Finally we made our way to the two black guys.  They appeared to be
with one black girl.  My hubby introduced me to the guys as Randy and Tim,
and to Tim's girlfriend, Rose.  I thought, 'randy is a nice sexy name' as I
turned to him, smiled, took his hand (gently squeezing it).  I said,
"Randy, I am pleased to meet you.  I hope you are enjoying the picnic," as
I gave his hand a second squeeze.  

    I could see that he was nervous, and I wondered if I was having an
affect on him.  I was surely hoping so, as I was having some very sexual
visions about this handsome young black man, thinking of him as a real
stud, thinking of him inserting his young (probably very hard) black pole
into this white woman's sweet spot.  

    I knew that getting together would be difficult.  First it would
not be easy to just give him my phone number, or for me call him or
whatever.  My mind was racing as we moved on to meet others.  Did he really
want me enough to take the risk, and me him enough to take the risk?  

    I did not know what my husband would do if he found out about any
of my little cheating episodes.  I only knew that from time to time my
hormones took control of my mind and made me do some things that others
would probably never do, especially white married women who would not dare
be caught with a black lover in our snooty society, even thought they may
secretly have a burning desire to take a black lover.

    I kept glancing back at Randy.  Each time I saw that he was looking
at me, which stroked my ego that much more, and made me want to find some
way to talk to him in private to see if perhaps my suspicions were correct,
that he was having sexual thoughts about me.  I knew that if this was going
to go any further, I would have to do something to move the action along.


    Later I observer that Randy was alone, and my hubby was talking
about hunting and fishing with his boss.  I walked over to Randy and said,
"It looks like we both need someone to chat with.  I hope you don't
mind."

    "Of course I don't mind.  Thanks for offering," he said, as he
moved his eyes up and down my body, showing his obvious approval.

    "It seems to me that a handsome young man like you should have a
girlfriend.  Do you?" I remarked.  "I had one in Louisiana, but we broke up
when I told her I was going to Texas to work.  Things in my home town are
rather slow," Randy replied.  "She wanted me to stay home and not leave
her, but money was short, so I had to get a job.  I am just out of high
school, with no car, so I needed money."

    "I am sure you miss her very much, however I am sure you will find
another girlfriend soon.  There are plenty of young ladies around who
appreciate a hard working handsome man like you.  You are no doubt the best
looking guy here at the picnic," I said, as I gave him the once over,
smiling and emphasizing my words about him being handsome.

    "If I may say so, you are the most beautiful woman here as well,"
Randy said in a nervous low voice.  "I hope you don't mind me saying
that."

    "That is sweet of you, Randy, and no, I am pleased that you think I
am that lovely.  It is not often that I get compliments like that, and it
is especially good hearing it from a young guy half my age.  I could kiss
you for that," I said, and giggled.  (I felt sure that he was reading my
mind by that point, as he seemed to become more nervous and seemingly
uncomfortable, yet wanting to continue with our little flirtations.)

    Randy looking at me, said, "I would like that very much from such a
lovely lady.  I am sure it would make my day."

    "Well," and I giggled as I continued, "I would like to think I
could make your day.  I uhh...  well...  if this continues, I may need to
see how good I can make it." Then I lowered my voice to a whisper, and
said, "I hope I am not making too much out of this little chat, but would
you like for me to give you a sample kiss sometime?" and I giggled again.
There was a pause as he smiled back at me.

    I went on, "I cannot believe I said that, Randy, I am twice your
age, and here I am acting like a teenager looking for her first date." I
could see that Randy was breathing heavy, and his mind was in a real mess
trying to think and say something, as he blurted out, "You are one sexy
woman, and I think I can handle it." 

    I smiled back at Randy and said, "So when I get my situation in
order to where we can have some time together, and you have had time to
think about this some more, where can I contact you"?  Randy carefully
wrote his telephone number on a piece of paper and slipped it into my hand.
I winked at him and moved on to rejoin my hubby, who was still talking
about hunting and fishing.  

    During the rest of that afternoon, I frequently glanced at Randy
from time to time, and judging from the expression on his face, had really
kindled his desire for this middle aged white woman.

    That night my hubby and I were making love, and he remarked that I
was especially quick to arousal, and seemed to be enjoying our lovemaking
especially well.  I told him that I was thinking of all the second glances
I got at the picnic, and had especially enjoyed them.  He told me that I
was the best dressed and sexiest lady at the picnic.

    I thought he would really be shocked if he knew I was thinking of
Randy's young black cock going deep inside his wife's white pussy, planting
those little black seeds in his garden.  Oh Well!  I will never tell him
what I was thinking.  I suspect that my husband has planted his seeds in
other gardens.  I have never seen a man who did not cheat now and then.

    My opportunity came a few days later when my hubby came home and
announced that the company was sending him to a purchasing and contracting
school for two weeks in some distant city.  I was immediately scheming to
get together with my new found black admirer, and get that hot young
muscular body next to mine, and to enjoy his hard thrusting black pole.  A
few days later I took my hubby to the airport on a Saturday for his flight.
I kissed him good-bye and rushed home to call Randy.

    Randy answered the phone and I said, "Hi, this is Pam, remember
me?" 

    "I sure do Pam.  I have gone to bed every night thinking of you. 
You are really on my mind," he said.  "Good to hear from you.  I already
know about your hubby going away for two weeks.  Does this call mean that
we are going to have a secret date?"

    "Randy, you make me so happy that you are thinking of me.  I have
thought of you a whole lot, and can hardly wait to see what our date will
be like.  You can back out if you want.  You are taking a big chance with
me being your boss' wife and all.  Are you sure you want to do this?"

    "Yes Pam!  Anyone in my shoes would be crazy for not wanting you,
and taking the opportunity to have a date with you.  I have never felt this
way about anyone before, and I have never had a white girlfriend either.  I
can't wait to see you!"

    "We have to be careful you know, so I will pick you up tonight, if
you are free, and we will go to my house and have the whole night
together...  if you want," I hastily said.  He was making me feel like a
high school girl who is making a date to loose her cherry, and I giggled.
"Oh sugar," I said, "I can hardly wait to get you into my arms and to
please you."

    "I am free tonight Pam, and will be waiting and watching for you. I
already know you drive a white SUV."

    I drove up to Randy's apartment that he shared with Tim, and I saw
the handsome young black guy walking toward my car.  His grin showed that
he knew he was about to get one hot white lady.  He entered the car, leaned
over, and kissed me on the cheek, as I placed my hand on his hard muscular
thigh.

    Driving into my driveway, I opened the garage door with the
electronic opener, and drove right into the garage.  I closed the door
behind us before we got out of the car (can't be too careful in a nosy
neighborhood).  We entered the house by the side door, and as I closed the
door, Randy took me into his arms, kissing me passionately on the lips.  He
whispered to me, "I did not think this would ever happen.  Gee...  I am the
luckiest "Black Boy" in the world." I kissed him back, pulled close to him,
and said, "I am the lucky one, sweetie.  You will never know how much I
wanted this to happen.

    "We moved slowly into the house, kissing, hugging, and moving our
hands over each other.  I said, "Randy, I noticed how you looked at me at
the picnic, and I felt that you really liked what you saw, but I had
clothes on...  and still do.  Should I show you what the real me looks
like?" 

    His black eyes twinkled as he said, "Oh yes baby, I would love
that." I started removing my blouse.  Then my bra, exposing to him my firm
breasts with their hard nipples.  Randy looked at them momentarily, and
then gently squeezed my breasts as he kissed down my neck to my nipples. 
He took them in his mouth one by one, gently sucking and rolling them in
his mouth.  

    I was running my finger up his neck and into his hair.  My head was
tilted back, and I was making throaty sounds as he moved my arousal to an
even higher point.  His fingers were already unzipping my skirt.  It fell
to the floor, and his hands found the hair mound in my panties.  

    I started unbuttoning his shirt, and then removed it as we sank
down on the couch.  I began kissing his chest and nibbling on his manly
nipples.  They were surrounded by his kinky chest hair.  I unbuckled his
trousers, and pulled them down, revealing white jockey shorts that were
barely containing his bulging manhood.  

    He pushed me back on the couch and moved on top of me, kissing me
as he kicked off his pants.  He started pushing against me.  The only
barrier between us were my panties and his shorts.  I knew that we were
well on our way, and needed to move to the bedroom where I looked forward
to giving my white love hole to his eager black rod.  

    Taking Randy by the hand, I led him to the bed.  I turned and
pulled off my panties and said, "Now you can see what you are going to have
tonight, my black lover.  I have a hot, wet, white pussy for you to take
care of."

    "Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm baby, I love that white pussy with your black
curly hair hiding your sweet thing," Randy whispered, as he moved his head
down, gently spreading my pubic hair and lips, to kiss my waiting clit.  I
thought I was going to have an orgasm right there, it was so good.  

    Quickly, I removed his shorts.  What a sight!  He had a beautiful
black cock, and clear precum was oozing from the slit.  I licked it off,
and kissed my new lover's pole...  all the way to his black jewels and
back. 

    Then I moved onto the bed, opening my legs to receive the young
hunk, the one I wanted to take me to the heavens and back.  Randy was as
excited as I.  He quickly moved above me...  like he was covering his new
mistress.  I was so wet that he just slid right into me!  

    I felt like a young mare receiving her black stallion.  I knew that
this black stud was going to make me scream with joy.

    Without words, just moans and groans, and hands moving all over
each other, we held tight to each other.  I met his every thrust with a
thrust of my own.  I was enjoying the thrill of having this new black lover
fill my body.  He was driving me crazy, satisfying my sexual appetite like
never before.  

    Randy was sweating all over me.  He was slipping and sliding atop
my body.  We both held on as if our life depended on it.  Just as I felt
his hard cock start throbbing, pumping his black seeds deep inside me, I
started the greatest orgasm I have ever had.  Crazy as it sounds, I
hollered out to Randy, "Take me, you black stud.  Breed me!  You are making
me wild!  Hold me tight!  Oh baby, I'm a goner."

    Randy was uttering some words like, "You are the hottest bitch in
the world.  You are mine!  You are making me...  Oh...  I'M CUMMING!  Oh
Baby!"

    We fell apart, and sank into each others arms, exhausted.  We were
kissing and gently rubbing each other.  I softly asked Randy, "Are you glad
we met at the picnic?"

    "Yes baby," he replied.  I am also glad that you took a liking to
me.  I feel so good right now.  You are even better than I had imagined. 
Honestly, you are better than the black girl I left at home.  If all white
women are like you, it is no wonder so many black guys talk about getting
it on with white women."

    "Thanks, Randy," I said.  "I am glad this old woman still has what
it takes to make a man happy.  I was hoping you wanted me as much as I
wanted you.  I don't have any regrets, and hope you don't either.  I am
really glad that I pleased you so well.  Believe me...  you sure did please
me!"

    Randy chuckled and said, "I hope that we can do this again before
that red-neck husband of yours gets back." I just smiled and winked my
approval, knowing that we would do it again soon, and more than once.  We
both drifted off into a deep sleep in each others arms, knowing that our
sexual desires were well satisfied...  for the moment.  

(Also see Pam's earlier story: I-136-Pam. } 
