TITLE    : Leanne Looks Back
STORYID  : leanne-looks-back
SUMMARY  : Leanne dares to recapture the excitement of youth.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-11-14
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bbc|cheating|white wife|black man|age difference|converted|fetish|


(All parties not specifically mentioned by age, are 18 or older)

It had been a both a happy and frustrating year thus far for Leanne. Her son was a senior in high school now, and the newest member of the football team, which in itself was fantastic. What made it so frustrating was that Leanne was going through what many would call a midlife crisis. She had just turned 40, which for women, is a milestone that supposedly marks the downfall of all sexual desirability. This wasn't true, of course, but Leanne and her husband had been more physically distant lately, and she felt this was why. In truth, it had more to do with complacency, busy work schedules, and general fatigue at having a bloated social calendar. She of course had developed mom bod, but she wasn't fat, she was actually what most would consider voluptuous.

Leanne had thick brown hair, that she almost always kept up in a bun out of simplicity. She had brown eyes, and a broad but pretty face where the whiteness of her skin was often somewhat flush. She was 5'10, and had substantial DD breasts, which had started the first stages of sagging decline, despite over two decades holstered in a bra. Her ass and thighs were thick, but not fatty, and despite having had 3 kids her vagina was practically as pretty as it had been in her twenties. In spite of all of this, she felt dull, her self esteemed deadened by her own sense of self loathing. Getting old wasn't pretty, or so she thought.

The moment that really changed things for Leanne was when her son came home from school one day with one of his new friends from the football team. She had gotten laundry together to drop off in the kids rooms, when she saw the two of them in there, having a laugh at one inane thing or another (Leanne did NOT understand kids humor these days). Her son's friend, who she later found out was named Arteevus, was 18, black, and more than fit for his role on the team. He was 6'2, his skin deep and dark, which did nothing to hide his toned and muscular body. She stood there, a bit awe struck, drinking in his impressive young body, when he had glanced over at her standing just outside the door through the gap. He simply smiled, and shot her a wink, but it was enough to make her rush off, her face fully flush.

Leanne hadn't been that shy or nervous since she had been a teenager herself, and it gave her the sort of school girl feelings that made her feel young again. By the time she had dinner on the table, he had gone home for the day, and she made her best effort to subtly learn a little more about him over banal dinner conversation.

"So... I see you're making new friends on the team." she said, fishing.

"What? Oh yeah, Art. He's cool." her son Donnie said, not trying to engage further.

"Yeah, except he's a total man whore." her daughter Kendra chimed in.

"Don't say whore." Leanne chided, trying not to blush, "But why do you say that?"

"Kendra, mind your business would you? He's dated, who cares?" Donnie shot back quickly.

"Yeah, dated like every girl on the cheerleading squad and then some." she shot back, indignant.

"Guys, give it a rest." Doug, the patriarch of the family said bluntly, chewing his food.

Thankfully, their third child, who was only 12 didn't feel the need to add anything to this back and forth, and they spent most of the rest of the meal in silence, or bland irrelevant chatter. But Leanne's mind wandered back to his little wink from earlier. The kid was a flirt, and a "man whore"... she shook off what had happened as just him being young and presumptuous, and for a little while that was good enough. But that didn't stop her from fingering herself in the shower that night with the sort of vigor she hadn't in years, barely able to keep in the orgasmic moans that would have given her away to the full house. She lay down and went to sleep next to her husband of twenty years, without a word or a touch from either of them.

It was two weeks later with the heat of summer having arrived fairly early that she saw Arteevus again. This time, in the back yard hanging out by the family pool. He was talking with both Donnie and Kendra, the boys enjoying a swim while Kendra sunned herself on the lounge. Leanne was inside putting groceries away after her trip to the store when she noticed them through the back window. Art had been over on the far end, clearly flirting with Kendra, who was smiling and laughing, when he climbed out of the water, and started circling back around toward the house. Leanne had been admiring his shirtless form when her eyes drifted south and caught the very clear outline of his enormous penis which was barely contained by his swim trunks.

Leanne had gasped, her eyes going wide, as she accidentally knocked a jar of peanut butter off the counter with her elbow. She panicked, quickly scrambling to grab it off the floor (thank goodness for plastic containers), and slammed it back on the countertop before firmly gripping the side of the sink. Her eyes shot right back to his waist, hoping to catch a better look at his impressive package as he toweled his head off. Kendra had also sat up slightly, clearly having caught the early part of that show, trying to sneak a peek for more. Leanne was so entranced, she hadn't noticed that she herself had been noticed. Art had laid the towel over his shoulders, and rubbed both his hands down the front of his thighs, straining out the water from his shorts and putting his deal on full display. Leanne looked up, and caught him smiling at her again, winking again, but this time also blowing her a kiss.

Leanne immediately turned away, her face flush once more at having been not just caught, but enticed by a guy half her age. She could feel the ache in her loins starting to become prominent again, and so she tried to put it to rest with several deep breaths. She could definitely see how he ended up with the reputation of man whore at the school, she had only seen him twice, and she was smitten. She was shaken back to reality as the back door opened, Donnie and Art walking in slightly, both looking at her.

"Hey mom, Art and I both want to get cleaned off from the pool, is it okay if he uses the upstairs shower in your room?" Donnie said, his face blank and indifferent.

"Oh, um... yeah, I... of course, I don't see why not." she stumbled out, trying not to look down.

"Thanks Mrs. D'Onofrio." Art said, smiling slyly, "Do you have any guest towels I could use?"

"Yeah, I'll bring them up for you." she said, turning back to her groceries, trying hard to hide from her urges.

Leanne was practically shaking as she put the rest of the groceries away, she couldn't help but picture him up there, dark black body wet and glistening, his long thick cock dripping with soap. She decided she needed to put those towels by the door ASAP, and get away from there. The temptation felt overwhelming at this point, and she didn't know how to handle it. So, she hurried to the closet by the laundry room and grabbed some spare towels, bumping into Kendra as she headed for the stairs.

"Oh hey mom, I could run those up for him if you want." Kendra said, her intentions too clear.

"No, no, that's fine. I need to grab something in my room anyway." Leanne lied with a little smile.

Kendra left disappointed, and Leanne went up to the hallway, feeling almost nervous to enter her own bedroom. She carefully entered, closing the door completely behind her, hearing the shower running in the adjacent room. Her breath felt heavy as she crossed the room, sitting the towels on the floor by the door. Knocking gently she said,

"Hey Art, towels are right here by the door, okay?" and with that, she turned to leave.

She came to a sudden stop when she heard the door open, the sound of the shower becoming louder, as Art said,

"Thanks, Mrs. D."

She turned to see him standing completely nude, wet body leaning against the door frame, slick smile on his face, and his magnificent black cock on full display for her. It became clear to her that he hadn't gotten in the shower at all, and had simply been waiting for her.

"Art, you... what are you doing?" she stammered.

He swaggered closer to her, thick cock swinging with each step, "I've seen you staring. Thought it was time to show you what you've been imagining."

Leanne sat suddenly on the edge of her bed, the situation having made her legs weak, her hand gently at her lips in surprise. He reached down, grabbing the base of his cock, working it's full length with his hand as it got engorged and grew to it's full potential. He was easily 11 inches fully erect, the thickness a near match for her shampoo bottle. Once he was rock hard, he let it go, letting it bounce in front of her, her eyes following it the entire time.

"You want to touch it?" he said, cockily.

Leanne glanced from his face, back down to his cock, and started slowly extending her arm, her white fingers eager to feel the heft of his big black cock. But before she could reach it, he pulled away, taking a few steps back. She felt like he was daring her to crawl toward it, which she would have gladly done in that moment, but he wiggled his finger and said,

"You can touch it after I get a good look at you first. It's only fair."

She looked him in the eyes this time, seeing he was fully serious. He wanted her to strip for him. She thought of her naked body being on full display for him, crawling toward him seductively on her hands and knees... and getting caught by her son or daughters, or even worse, her husband. A worry that almost came to life as her son knocked on her door.

"Hey Art, just meet me back in my room when you're done, okay?" he shouted loud enough to be heard in the other room.

Leanne was panicked, but Art didn't seem phased at all. He just casually turned, and went back into the bathroom to clean up. Leanne practically sprinted to the door, her footfalls muffled by the plush carpet, waiting for her son to disappear down the hall. She exited quickly after, going back downstairs to get dinner started... anything to take her mind off what just transpired. But as the night went on, she did something that previously might have been the unthinkable.

After dinner had concluded, the family parting ways to go do their respective business about the house, Leanne stopped to see Donnie in his room, demanding to see his cell phone. He of course, objected, as any teenage boy might, but under threat of shutting if off, he turned it over.

"God mom, what the hell are you even looking for!?" he said, angrily,

"That is not your business, I pay for your phone, I can do what I want. Why, do you have something to hide in here?" she said, the motherly reasoning both deeply flawed but incontestable.

She quickly checked his contact info, memorizing Arts number, before closing everything out and handing it back to him. She turned to leave, but was overcome with guilt, given why she had asked for his phone, so she turned back and conceded falsely,

"Look, I'm sorry Donnie... I just get so paranoid with you guys on these things all the time. Who knows what you kids are up to?"

He seemed to accept this, but still wasn't happy about it, turning away from her and going back to what he had been doing prior to her arrival. She left without a further word offered from either of them, exiting to the vacant hallway. She immediately entered the number in her own phone, and saved it under the contact "Brenda", in a weak attempt to keep her secret hidden, slipping away to the laundry room to venture a text.

"Hey Art, it's Mrs. D."

He responded in less than a minute,

"Hey Mrs. D. You gonna take me up on my offer?"

She bit her lip, this was exactly what she was here for, there was no backing out now. Sure, she was nervous, but more than that she was incredibly, insanely horny. She unbuttoned her blouse, and took what she felt was a sexy shot showing some cleavage and her bra. She sent it, waiting breathless for a response.

"Nah, take it off." he sent back with a devil face emoji.

Leanne was taken by his boldness, unclasping her bra, letting her large white breasts bounce down as she dropped her top to the floor. She took a moment to rub her nipples, making sure they were large and in charge for the next shot, propping her tits on her arm as she took the selfie.

"Very nice. Keep going." he replied again.

She was thrilling off of this now, eagerly dropping her pants and panties, kicking them off of her bare feet. She eased her ass back on the cold metal of the dryer, and spread her legs, taking a shot of her body, with a nice heavy focus on her pussy. The exchange continued, with her spreading herself open with her fingers, bending over and taking a shot from behind with her thick firm ass jutting out, one showing off her legs and feet, and a few others, capping off with her on her knees with her tongue out, practically begging for his cock. He shot her one last message for the night that set the events of the upcoming day in stone,

"When/Where?"

Leanne sat naked on the laundry room floor pondering exactly the best time and place to make this happen, there was a lot to consider. Risky as it was, the only place that made sense was right here in her own home. No traceable credit cards used for seedy motels, nowhere in public to be seen, kids at school, husband at work... but he would have to skip school to do. She texted him "tomorrow, here, 10am", saw that he had seen her message, and hoped that this wasn't all too crazy.

The night flew by, and before she knew it, the kids had been hustled out the door, lunches or cash in hand, and her husband out the door and on the road, freshly fed. The knock on the back patio door startled her, but she went quickly, letting him in. She hadn't even greeted him when he made the first move with zero prompting, leaning in and kissing her as he reached around a cupped her ass, pulling her close. She was taken instantly, their open mouths locked, tongues exploring each other in long embraces. Leanne was getting deeply into it when he eased her off, leaving her slightly confused, until he nodded toward the ceiling saying,

"Upstairs."

She took his hand and led him there, escorting him to the bedroom she shared with her husband, closing and locking the door behind them. When she turned, he was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her. She started to move, but he held up his hand telling her,

"Hold it." she stopped looking at him quizzically. "Strip down and crawl." he commanded, taking out his phone, and pointing it right at her. He intended to film this, which was a bit unnerving, but she wanted him too much to care. She stripped out of her simple t-shirt and sweats, getting down, and seductively crawling to him, her bare breasts swinging as she did, stopping on her knees in front of him.

"Good." he added, "Now beg me for it."

Leanne was beyond turned on, her pussy already practically dripping at the lurid game he was playing with her. She looked up at him, turning her face to the camera and said,

"Please... please let me suck your big black cock, I want it soooo bad." the need actually genuine in her voice.

He nodded, and she greedily undid his shorts, working the enormity of him out and finally holding it in her hands. It was more than she could have hoped for, the thickness, the length, even the smell was alluring to her, which just left taste. She placed the massive black head of his cock on her waiting tongue, and started working him in rapid, nearly desperate strokes, only managing about half of him partially down her throat before it became too much. She tried hard, for several minutes, but deepthroating him would take practice... which she would gladly do. He grasped the base of his cock and craned it up over her face, working his waste down to put his balls on the menu. She cupped one, remarking to herself that not only was his penis far larger and thicker than her husbands, but his balls were massive by comparison. She leaned in, licking the salty creases of his scrotum before taking one of his testicles in her mouth and sucking. She worked one, and then the other, eager to please him, but even more eager to take his dick back in her mouth.

He was happy to oblige her, standing up, and mounting her face, his strong black hand holding the back of her head. He pushed hard with each thrust, driving himself further and further down her throat, until he was ready to cum. He pulled out just enough to position himself on the edge of her lips, exploding thick fat jets of semen into her open eager mouth, her tongue and lower teeth vanishing in a pool of white goo. Leanne was practically drunk on his taste, swishing it around before swallowing all of it in one satisfying gulp. She looked up at the camera on his phone, and opened back up, showing that it was all gone.

"I've made you wait enough." he said, offering her a hand up.

She took it, standing as he guided her onto her bed. She scooted back, laying in the dead center, her legs spread open wide, hot wet pussy throbbing with need for his touch. Before he did, he popped a stand out on the back of his phone, and sat it on the dresser, taking a moment to frame the shot. After which, he ditched his shorts, yanked off his own shirt, and climbed on top of her. From the moment the head of his black cock was pressed into her, she was practically cumming, the electric buzz of orgasm feeling only seconds away. It wasn't until he was halfway inside of her that it actually struck, her body tensing up and loosing control to a series of spasms. This didn't slow him down though, as instead, he went to work full steam, in hard fast strokes, her toes curling as she came again and again.

He dominated her for nearly 15 minutes before he was primed to cum again. Rolling her back and throwing her ankles over his shoulders as he drilled down into her, pumping another tidal wave of spunk into her surprisingly still fertile pussy. Millions of fresh eager sperm racing to her ovaries and conquering the egg within. She would find this out later, but for the moment, she didn't care. He was also bold enough to take what her husband had only ever begged for, facing her doggystyle toward the camera, and stuffing himself into her virgin ass. Thousands of digital frames catching her every response, from pain to pleasure as he pounded her thick ass, eventually cumming in and all over it. Her husband had never been so bold, or so prolific... this kid was a machine.

The sex lasted over an hour and half, Art a seemingly bottomless well of stamina and sperm. Leanne tried every dirty move she could think of, from titty fucking him, all the way down to giving him a footjob. He just came all over her tits and toes, and went right back to work on her pussy. As this marathon session came to an end, he made a point of filming her jerking the cum out of him using her left hand... her wedding ring on full display as he fountained sperm all over her slender white fingers.

Leanne was an exhausted mess, and she would have a lot of laundry and cleaning to do to hide the stains and smells, but it had been worth every second of it.

Before getting himself cleaned up, Art came back to get one last shot, zooming in on Leanne's cum and sweat slick face, and telling her,

"Thank me."

Which she did, vigorously, despite feeling unable to walk.

"Thank you, thank you so much for this. You are... better than any man I have ever been with. Sorry, not sorry Doug." she said, sticking her tongue out in a silly fashion.

Having finished they took a shower together, her washing him almost reverently as they cleaned up from the days labors. Leanne wanted to leave with him, follow him home, abandon her life and give herself to him freely, be his willing sex slave... but she knew that was unrealistic. She had experienced her first big black cock, and she wasn't sure if she could ever go back now. The years of her life wasted on anything else were a tragedy. Leanne was actually sad when he had gone, her only consolation being her deep and profound sexual satisfaction. But as she did her cleaning, she brightened up, feeling sexy and alive for the first time in ages. She even threw on a tank top, letting her bare arms and cleavage out to play a little, her self consciousness gone for the time being. Today had been just what she needed to make her feel young and beautiful again. Life was good.
<hr pg="2" />Art had gone home, with yet another conquest under his belt, and uploaded the footage to his computer. He grabbed himself a soda as he rolled through the highlights, playing back his favorite moments as he made clips of them to share with his other black friends. He hadn't made friends with a second rate white athlete like Donnie for no good reason, no, he had intended on fucking his sister, and sharing it with the group as he had with so many other girls. The cheerleaders, some of the sportier girls, some of the goths, and even a few skater girls. He didn't care, pussy was pussy, and white girls were throwing it at him in droves. He had even fucked two of his younger and prettier teachers. Getting to fuck Leanne was just a happy accident to him, and the blackmail this video provided would be priceless. After some work, he uploaded his latest video to the closed group he was in, and they all shared a good laugh, as they picked out who they wanted to target next.

