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Mommy has a new boyfriend & he's black!

I never saw it coming. I had been married for over 12 years and had
never seriously considered cheating on my wife. Sure, I had a couple of
heavy flirtations here and there, but nothing even remotely physical had
ever occurred. I still found my wife Angie attractive, and our sex life
was great; at least twice a week, and she was always willing to expand
our horizons in the bedroom to keep things fresh.

Angie and I worked out at the same fitness center, and at 45, I had run
my first half marathon at 7 1/2 minute splits. Angie had a great body
for a 36 year old woman, with slender legs, a tight ass, and trim waist.
Her boobs were not nearly as big as when we were married, breast-feeding
two kids will do that to you, but they were still pert and pretty. Her
tummy was flat and solid and her long blonde hair. She had pretty blue
eyes and pout lips, and could still turn heads when we went out for dinner.

So why was I in a hotel room, staring at the ceiling, wondering what I
had gotten myself into. I guess I need to back up a bit.


I managed one of the most profitable divisions in a marketing group
based in the city. Even in the downturn, we had big clients who needed
us more than ever to help move their product. Work was so good that we
needed to bring on some more help, and this is when I first set eyes on
Erin.

A recent college graduate, the petite, almost tiny, blonde had sharp
features and a resume that was first rate. At her second interview, I
found out that she had a passion for running. She had placed in the top
ten for the women at the Flying Pig, her first ever attempt at a
marathon. This feat was even more incredible given her build; her stride
length was much shorter than most distance runners and the fact that she
had the most incredible set of tits that were, almost, too big for her body.

After she was hired, I found myself looking forward to seeing her at
work. I tried to schedule her on most of my big projects, and over time,
we started to spend a lot of time alone together. Clearly, I was
infatuated, but I was smart enough to recognize that there was no way
that she would be interested in an old guy like me. I was wrong.

One night, we were in my office finishing up after a long day. Erin
locked her eyes on mine and the room felt like it had been filled with
electric current. A thin, knowing smile crept across her beautiful face
as she stood up slowly from her chair, walking seductively behind my
desk, one hand brushing her long, blonde hair behind one ear.

I'm sure that I had a dumbfounded look on my face as she reached down to
take my cheeks in her hands. As she lowered her lips towards mine, I
could feel my heart pounding in my chest, blood roaring in my ears.

Her lips tasted so fucking sweet, and when her tongue slid over mine, I
thought my cock was going to explode in my pants.

Even after I fucked her quickly on my desk, I was still filled with such
an overwhelmingly aching lust, that we got a room down the street at the
Marriott. I hadn't been that turned on in years, and to my surprise and
to her evident pleasure, I managed to screw her three more times that
night. Of course, the sight of her gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock,
and the feeling of her incredibly smooth 22 year old skin against mine
made me feel twenty years younger.

After I unloaded in her tight, wet pussy for the final time, and rolled
over onto my back, reality landed on me like a 300 pound bench press. I
found myself wondering just what the hell I had done to my previously
simple life.


To my utter surprise, my wife didn't act any differently when I got
home, I figured that my deceit would be etched all over my face. But
after a few days went by, and the world didn't end, I started to get the
feeling that maybe I was going to get away with this, and that my life
was not going to change in any meaningful way. Boy, was I wrong.

Erin was smooth. She played it very proper at the office when we were
around other co-workers, but when we were alone, she teased me by hiking
up her skirt, showing me her tiny panties, or fingering herself. She
sent me incredibly outrageous texts describing, in lurid detail, what
she intended to do to me the next time she got me into bed.

I agreed to meet her for drinks, hoping to break things off, but we
ended up back at he same hotel and I was mesmerized as I watched her big
tits bounce up and down as she rode me, my cock like a molten rod of
steel buried in her sweet snatch.

Even though I felt like I was falling down a dark hole, I continued the
affair. Always serious about my physical condition, I pushed myself even
harder at the gym, needing to stay in top shape to keep up with Erin in
the sack. In the back of my mind, I figured she would dump me at some
point, (Christ! I was old enough to be her father!), but until that day
I was going to get as deep into that pussy as I could. But once again, I
was mistaken.

Erin soon made it clear that she didn't like sharing me with my wife.
She wanted to know if my wife and I were still having sex and acted hurt
when I told her that we were. Over time, it became clear to me that she
would make me pick between the two of them. By then, I had convinced
myself that I was, in fact, God's gift to women and that clearly I
deserved a young, smoking' hot girl like Erin.

I decided to approach my wife with the idea of a trial separation.
Hopefully, this would satisfy Erin and allow me time to sort things out.


Angie

Angie took it like a good soldier. She acted surprised that I wasn't
content in our relationship, but was willing to give me some time and
space if that was truly what I wanted. Obviously, I didn't suggest that
I had found someone else, intending to keep all my options open.

My wife insisted that she would find a place of her own, she always felt
that our house was way too big for the four of us, and we agreed that
our six year old daughter would stay with her, while Matt, our twelve
year old , would continue to live with me.

Angie found a great little house in the older section of Middleton, only
about six miles from our house. It had a big covered front porch opening
onto tree-lined streets and the high ceilings and hardwood floors that
she loved. She actually seemed happy when we moved her in, and I got
regular visitation along with the understanding that I could drop my
little girl off at school every morning.

Erin was thrilled and when I brought her to my home for the first time.
The kids were with their mother, she acted like a kid in a candy store,
walking from room to room, commenting on how beautiful everything was,
loving the design and lavish furnishings.

She fucked me so hard that night that I thought my cock would fall off.
She was extremely turned on by the fact that we were doing it in the bed
my wife and I had shared. To my surprise, everything seemed to be
working out much better than expected. But, well . . . you know.


About two weeks after our separation, I was driving my daughter to
school when she said:

"Mommy has a new boyfriend . . . and he's a black man!"

My throat tightened and I looked into the rear view mirror. My daughter
seemed to think this was the most natural thing in the world to tell her
daddy and she continued.

"He comes over after I go to bed . . . and it sounds like they wrestle
in mommy's room!"

As six year olds do, she quickly changed the subject, telling me about
what she was doing in school, but I had stopped listening.

I sat in the car after I had dropped her off, wondering if she was
imagining things, or if someone had come over to work on the house and
she misunderstood why they were there. Angie and I still had dinner once
a week, and neither of us had mentioned anything about wanting to see
other people. The fact that I was screwing Erin as often as I could,
surprisingly, never came up in our conversation. There really weren't
that many black people in Middleton, certainly no one I could think of
running in my wife's circle. Convinced that my daughter had gotten her
wires crossed, I drove to work.


Angie

I had the kids that weekend and had arranged for a sitter after I had
taken them out for pizza. I explained that I had to go in to work for a
bit, but actually Erin was expecting me at her apartment.

About 9:30, I was in my car, but instead of heading directly over to
Erin's, I found myself driving towards my wife's place. The street was
quiet, it was a generally a much older crowd living there, and I noticed
a light-colored SUV parked in front of her home.

I pulled down the street, and slowly got out of my car, walking back
towards were the SUV was parked. I didn't recognize the vehicle, and
before I even realized what I was doing, I crouched down, silently drawn
to the lighted window which I knew opened onto my wife's living room.

As I got closer to the house, I noticed that the window was cracked
open, and I recognized the bluesy tones of Miles Davis coming from inside.

I kneeled below the window and quickly took a look around. All the other
homes were dark and silent, no one was on the street.

I inched to the side of the window and slowly raised my head, holding my
breath, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

Sitting on the couch, looking very at home, was Darius, a trainer I
recognized from our gym. He couldn't have been more than 23 or 24, but
was a rock solid 6'1" with the muscular build of a linebacker. His skin
was jet black, his head cleanly shaven, with a diamond stud clearly
visible in one ear. His deep chest muscles and six pack abs were on
display, since he was clad only in a loose fitting pair of nylon sweat
pants, the ones with the snaps running down the side of each leg.

I saw him raise his head and break into a wide grin when my wife walked
into the room. She was wearing a short, black Carmeuse robe with
plunging back lace detail, the hem barely covering her tight, little
ass. Angie was wearing a matching g-string a pair of marabou bedroom
slippers in a leopard print with, what looked like, 4 inch heels.

My wife handed him a tumbler filled with an amber liquid and bent over
to kiss him sweetly on the lips, her jaw dropping slightly to allow his
tongue to push into her mouth. As they kissed, Darious ran his hand
gently up the back of her slender thigh, palming one of her butt cheeks,
squeezing it in his big mitt, before cracking her lightly on the ass.

She squealed happily and raised up, taking a seat next to him on the
couch. I could see that she was wearing much more eye shadow than usual,
and her luscious lips were heavily glossed, shining wetly in a soft, red
shade. Her hair had been recently trimmed and highlighted and she wore
it straight down over her shoulders. She looked fucking incredible.

Angie took a sip of wine from a glass on the coffee table, her eyes
drinking in the muscled form of the young man sitting next to her. I was
surprised when I saw her reaching for a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol
120s that was topped by an expensive looking lighter. She had never been
much more than a social smoker when we had started dating and had quit
altogether when she became pregnant with our son. I had no idea that she
had started up again.

She flipped the top of the hard pack, sliding one of the long, white
cigarettes between her fingers. Placing it between her wetly shining
lips, she cupped her hands around the lighter, dragging deeply. She
exhaled a thin stream across the table as she tapped an ash, picking up
her wineglass and settling back into the cushions of the couch.

Darius commented on how much he liked her place, especially the cut
stone fireplace and the dark, hardwood floors. Angie looked around,
nodding her head in agreement, adding:

"It's coming around . . . At least we don't have to sneak around
anymore. That clerk at the hotel was starting to freak me out. He always
had a smug look on his face when I walked through the lobby." She took a
long draw on her cigarette.

"Yeah . . . I know what you mean. It was nice of your friend to let us
use her company's suite, but you got to admit . . . We were probably
there way more than she intended!"

Angie laughed as she exhaled, nodding her head. "Randi's one of my best
friends, and she's certainly not naive . . . but you're right. We were
getting much too familiar there."

Randi Boehmon was one of the neighborhood wives that my wife ran around
with. A top executive at a large electronics firm, she had a spotless
reputation and was married to a great guy. There was no way that she
would be involved in this.

"Are you sure your husband didn't know about us when he brought up this
whole trial separation thing?"

"I'm positive." Angie replied. "We were much too careful . . . I mean .
. . Even when you started flirting with me at the gym, it was nothing
blatant. You were very . . . very smooth!" she grinned.

"You were a cool character too!! For the longest time, I couldn't figure
out if you weren't interested or . . . "

A seductive smile spread across my wife's face as she slowly shook her
head, interrupting Darius.

"No . . . You have no idea how interested I was!!" she purred. "But,
like I said, we just had to be careful!!"

Angie leaned forward to put her cigarette in a glass ashtray on the
coffee table, putting her wineglass down as well.

She shifted to kneel over Darius, her face lowering towards his as her
hand glided lightly across his deep, smooth chest. She kissed him softly
on the lips, her tongue darting into his mouth.

"But we don't have to be so careful now! Do we, Baby!!"

Darius raised his hands to the sides of her face and turned her head
slightly so that he could have a better angle to kiss my wife as their
embrace became more heated and passionate.

Angie rolled one of his nipples between her fingers, before sliding her
hand down his muscled stomach and under the waistband of his pants. I
could see her hand working his fat package under the thin layer of
material, as their lips smacked. My wife threw her head back as her
young lover ran his lips down her lithe neck, a contented smile on her
wetly shining lips, her eyes lidded with lust. When he covered her mouth
with his, I could hear her softly moaning.

When Angie got to her knees next to the couch, Darius got to his feet,
clearly eager for what my wife had planned next, his pants already tented.

She ran her tongue seductively across her upper lip, her beautiful blue
eyes smoldering behind thick eye-shadow, and slowly, very slowly, popped
each of the snaps running up one leg. With a killer smile on her
gorgeous face, she leaned forward, kissing his rock hard abs, her tongue
tracing a trail through the valleys between the muscled ridges. The tip
of her tongue darted into his belly button and she giggled at his
surprised response.

Angie opened the seam of his other leg in the same fashion. Slowly and
seductively popping each snap, her eyebrows arched in excitement. When
she got to the last one, I could see that she was breathing heavily,
pausing dramatically before popping it.

Darius' thick hose sprung free and my wife eagerly reached for him. As
she slowly stroked his monster cock with a look of pleased wonderment on
her face, I noticed that she was still wearing her wedding bands, the
big diamonds sparkling as her tiny hand moved up and down his dark shaft.

"I still can't get over how big you are, Baby!!!!" my wife whispered to
her young lover. "Even after all this time!!!!!"

She leaned forward and softly kissed the plum-sized helmet of his dick,
then lifted his cock slightly so she could softly nibble at its
sensitive underside. Her tongue snaked out and swirled in a clock-wise
fashion around his fat crown, before reversing its course, her eyes
glinting with mischief.


Angie took just the head of his big dick into her mouth, her cheeks
hollowing as she sucked on him, one hand cupping his egg-sized balls,
while the other vigorously stroked his dark, fat shaft.

My wife dropped her jaw as wide as she could and slid her young stud's
cock past her wetly shining lips. Her head bobbed a slow, steady rhythm,
and I could hear her moaning become louder as she slobbered on his
impressive manhood.

"MMMmmmmmmfffffff!!!!!!" Angie moaned, her eyes closed in concentration,
her hands now resting gently on his thick thighs.

She finally pulled her lips away with a loud pop, pointing his shaft up
as she lowered her lips to his smooth ball sack. She daintily licked at
his balls, before sucking one of his heavy nuts into her mouth,
continuing to stroke him as she did.

After sucking his other ball for a few moments, my wife ran her lips
along the side of his shaft, like she was playing a harmonica in a manic
fashion, before taking him back into her eager mouth.

Her head was bobbing at a furious pace, her cheeks sucked in, her moans
long and loud. Clearly, she was trying to get him off, but Darious
pulled his cock out of my wife's mouth, helping her to her feet.

Angie looked disappointed that he had interrupted the sloppy blow job
she was giving him.

"Didn't you want to cum in my mouth?!" she asked.

"Naaa girl!!!" Darius told her between short kisses. "I want to get me
some . . . I've been thinking about that pussy all damn day!"

Angie grinned lewdly, his tongue extending into her mouth as he lowered
her onto the couch.

Her shiny black robe had come undone, and it fell away revealing her
perky breasts. She laid back, reaching for her young lover's thick
shaft, her knees raised, legs spread as he covered her. I noticed that
my wife had completely shaved her pussy when she started to rub the
bulbous head of his cock up and down her slit, easing it past her pussy
lips.

Darius pushed forward slightly and the big crown of his cock disappeared
between my wife's legs. He hesitated for a beat, before sliding the rest
of his fat dick into her still married pussy. Angie inhaled sharply
through her nose as she was impaled.

Darius began to slowly pump his cock in and out of my wife as she
writhed eagerly beneath him, driving her ass up off the couch to meet
his steady thrusts.

Angie had one hand on the small of his back, the other behind his head
as they fucked, her tiny spiked heeled slippers resting on the back of
his thighs. The contrast of her white limbs wrapped around his rocked
up, ebony frame was, undeniably, erotic.

"Yes . . . Ohhhhh . . . Yesss!! MMMMMmmmmm God Yes!!!!" Angie moaned as
he pushed deep into her, the wet slap of their bodies echoing throughout
the living room, as her hips ground against his.

My wife's moans became muffled when Darius kissed her hard on the lips,
Angie opening her mouth wide as their tongues clashed, her breasts
bouncing with each thrust, the big muscles of his ass clenching.

Darius pulled away from her lips and raised himself up on his arms. my
wife's hands now gripping the thick muscles of his triceps. He began to
fuck her faster, his wetly shining shaft driving like a piston between
Angie's legs. She looked up lovingly into his face, her eyes bright with
lust, her mouth hanging open as her breathing had become heavy.

"Oooooohhhhhh . . . .Baby!!!!! I love your big cock so much!!!!! . . .
OHHHHH . . . . OH! Yes . . . Oh God YES!!!! . . . Give it to me!!! Make
me cum!!!!! . . . I want to cum all over your big cock!!!!!! Give it to
me . . . . GIVE IT TO MEEEEE!!!!!!!"

Darius leaned back and lifted my wife's legs over his shoulders. Angie
wiggled eagerly beneath his bulk as he began driving into her. Her eyes
were screwed shut, her moans were so loud now that I quickly looked
around to see if she had awakened any of her neighbors.

When I turned back around, I saw Angie's head thrashing back and forth
on the couch, her toes pointed into the air, her fingernails digging
into the thick muscles of his arms as her orgasm hit.

"OOHHH . . . OH . . . MMMMMMMMMMM . . . Yes! Yes . . . Yes . . .
YESSSS!!!! AHHHH . . . AAHH! GAWDD BABEE . . . YYYYEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!"

I could see her legs quiver as she came, Darius continuing to drive his
thick cock into her pussy, his big hands squeezing her tight ass.

Angie went limp, but her body continued to buck reflexively as the nerve
endings in her pussy sparked.

After she had started to recover a bit, and her breathing had returned
to normal, my wife threw her arms around her lover's bull neck, pulling
his lips to hers. I could see their tongues dancing, as Darius laid
quietly on top of her, his cock still buried in her pussy.


They kissed softly, their lips smacking, before Darius began to slowly
thrust into her again. Angie broke their kiss, and in a voice thick with
passion, asked him:

"You want to do me from behind?!! I know you like it like that!!!! You
want to give it me doggie-style?!!!"

Darius broke into a grin and pulled his wetly shining cock from my
wife's now sloppy pussy. Angie got to her feet and pulled her robe of
her shoulders, dropping it over the back of a chair.

Walking on her spiked heels, she positioned herself behind the couch,
with her arms extended and her tiny ass proudly presented. She was
looking right at the window and I ducked down, hoping that I wouldn't be
seen.

I watched as Darius got behind her, aiming his thick rod at her pussy
slit. He pushed forward and his big shaft sunk easily into my wife, her
head arching back, a lewd smile on her painted lips, her highlighted
blonde hair framing her face.

Darius started fucking her with long, deep strokes, her tiny breasts
swinging erotically beneath her, his big hands holding onto her trim
waist. His face was drawn up tightly, and he was biting his lower lip as
he plunged into her, her tiny ass rippling after each thrust.

"Ah . . . Shit!!!!! AAaaahhh God!!!! I'm going to bust a nut!!!!
SHEATE!!" Darius spat threw gritted teeth.

Angie used one hand to comb her long hair away from her face and looked
back over her shoulder, her eyes on fire.

"Give it to me, Baby!!!! I want to feel you cum in my pussy!!!!! I love
having you inside me, Baby!!!!! Give it me HARD!!!!" she begged.

Darius reared back, his long, fat cock almost completely withdrawn from
my wife's pussy, before driving it back into her hard, nearly knocking
her over. Angie caught herself on the back of the couch, getting a
firmer grip as he shot his load. Darius' muscled body was rigid, his
mouth open, and he shivered as he came. He pulled back one more time,
before again, slamming into my wife, rocking her forward.

He was still breathing heavily when he finally opened his eyes to find
my wife looking back at him, smiling sweetly. Still buried to the hilt,
he leaned down over her back, reaching up with one hand to turn her chin
towards him, his lips seeking hers. He couldn't quite bridge the
distance, so their tongues danced together in the inch between their
mouths, Angie's arm reaching back, her hand resting behind his smooth head.


Later, they were sitting together naked on the couch, Darius lighting a
cigarette for my wife. She threw her head back on the couch and exhaled
a huge plume up into the air with a loud sigh.

Darius emptied his drink and began sucking on an ice cube, as Angie
looked at him longingly, a contented smile on her brightly shining lips.
She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss, getting to her feet.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Darius said, leering at her sexy form.

My wife took a long, slow pull on her cigarette, directing the smoke
towards him, as her hand fell to her side.

"I'm going to get some lube. The entire time you were behind me . . . I
was thinking about how much I wanted you to fuck me in the ass!!!! I'll
be right back, Baby!"


I drove to Erin's apartment and surprised her with the urgency which I
took her to bed. As I pounded my aching cock inside her, images of my
wife fucking her young, black Adonis, filled my head.

I came with a short shout and when I opened my eyes, Erin was looking up
at me, panting, with a mixture of concern and bewilderment on her face.

She raised her head off the pillow and kissed me quickly on the lips.

"Wow . . . Babe!!!! I have no idea where that came from . . . But that
was incredible!!! Do you think we can do that again?!!!"


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