White divorcee addicted to Blacks

I was a divorcee in my mid forties with two grown children who were now attending college. My ex-husband, a physician, had gotten one of his young nurse's pregnant so feeling virile and hyper masculine divorced me giving up full custody of our son and daughter. My son, a sweet, kind and some may even say an effeminate boy was a freshman attending the local community college. My daughter, more outgoing and even promiscuous, was a sophomore at one of the big ten universities. I worked as a realtor, a partner in a firm that dealt in commercial properties.

I had been divorced for five years dating off and on but never finding that one person who stirred my soul. I even slept with a few of them, none satisfying me physically, sexually or mentally. Though some said I was attractive, even pretty, with a shapely figure, full 40d breasts a tight ass and straight naturally blonde hair that reached the middle of my back I still felt predestined for spinsterhood.

The summer had just started and my daughter was home for the break. My son lived with me while attending college but was rarely around. He was always out with older man friends. The house next to ours had been up for sale and on the market for only a couple of days before being scooped up by a lucky family.

It was early morning when a moving truck pulled up along with an SUV carrying a family of four. My daughter and I surmised they must be the new owners. We watched as they opened the front door and had to laugh as the man carried his bride across the threshold, obviously having fun. Two boys followed.

It was a Black family that had moved in. Holding no racist sentiments we went over and introduced ourselves, just wearing shorts, t-shirts, and flip flops, welcoming them to the neighborhood. We offered to help but they said it really wasn't necessary, her two muscular sons and her husband along with the moving men had things well in hand. After a brief chat we let them return to their task at hand.

Back at home my daughter was the first to blurt out how handsome, muscular and sexy the two boys were. Not only that, their father was in just as good a shape as his sons and their mom was so pretty and shapely she could have been a model. I had noticed all these things too and agreed with her one hundred percent.

We continued to watch for a while, discreetly of course, as they removed their shirts, noticing the sweat rolling off their muscular ebony torsos. The father had to be in his mid forties, 6'4" a solid 250 with a bald head and black goatee. The tattoos on his arms and chest were of tigers, lions and snakes. As I watched my mind began to wander, how lucky was his wife to have this hunk of a man in her bed every night. Just watching him made my nipples hard and my pussy moist.

Unfortunately I had afternoon meetings with clients so I had to get ready for work and as I did so my daughter had made a pitcher of lemonade and was about to deliver it to our new neighbors sons who I must say were spitting images of their father. I warned her not to be a distraction. She just smiled put on a pair of short shorts, a tube top and a big smile. I laughed to myself that those poor boys had no idea what was coming their way. I also wondered, hoped, if their mother, with her smooth curves, firm, full breasts and butt, caramel complexion, short curly black hair and luscious red lips, and I would become close friends. I realized I needed to put my mind on something else less I have to return home to change my panties. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate my mind went back to our new neighbors and how prestigious they looked. It was going to be a long day.

Returning home that evening the moving van was now gone and it appeared all was well. I ran into my son who was just about to leave with one of his man friends to go where ever they go. I asked about his sister and was informed that she was at the next door neighbors house swimming with her new best friends. I had told her not to make a pest of herself. I found it to be a good excuse to go over to apologize.

Still wearing my dark blue pencil skirt, white blouse, dark blue jacket with matching heels I knocked on their front door. It opened and filling the entire door frame was the man of the household wearing a pair of red speedo swimming trunks and nothing else. I was speechless. He had muscles on top of muscles the largest being the one inside his speedo. I had only seen pictures of Black dicks and didn't know if the size thing was fact or fiction. Now I knew, it was fact. I eventually muttered something about my daughter and was immediately ushered in. Moving boxes were still unopened and stacked about but the kitchen was clearly up and running.

Noticing I was still in my business attire he said the house was already sold, laughing at his joke all the way to the back yard. Their house was one of only a couple in the neighborhood that had a built in pool and hot tub. Their was my daughter wearing one of her sheer micro bikini bathing suits splashing around in the pool with his two sons. He called them out of the pool and I noticed they too were wearing speedos like their dad. Their packages were almost as full as their fathers. Their mother came out of the house to greet me. She filled out her string bikini bathing suit just as well as my twenty year old daughter. I was impressed and a bit jealous of them both.

"It seems I'm over dressed for the occasion."

We all laughed.

"Mom they invited us for dinner can we stay, PLEASE!"

"If it's not a bother."

"No bother at all. I'm going to use the out door grill and there's plenty. How do steaks, salads and veggies sound? I've been told I'm a great chef. Kick off your shoes and get comfortable while I open a bottle of wine."

How could I refuse. I removed my heels and jacket and sat back in a lounge chair with a glass of wine in my hand. Smooth jazz was playing on the out door speakers. Could things be any better. Here was an Ebony stud, eye candy to say the least, with tight buns slaving over the out door grill making us diner.

"I met your son johnny and one of his friend. I invited them to stay but he said they had things to do. He seemed like a, how should I say, charming young man. It's just my opinion but I think his friend is a bit old to be hanging with your son. But who am I to say. He's nothing like his sister though. She's a non stop batch of energy "

As he cooked we chatted about ourselves. Tre owned a small chain of health clubs. That explained the Adonis physique I said.

"I have to stay in excellent shape. I want every body that sees me to believe they too can aspire to a better body. Besides how would it look if I was a flabby middle-aged business man. The boys help out during the summer so they too have to remain fit and in shape. Freeda also makes an appearance now and then."

"I get the family and friends discount. Free." she laughed.

I inquired about the tattoos. He explained that he was a Navy SEAL when he got those. He liked the way they looked and that they conveyed a sense of power, control and dominance over mind and body. It put the fear of God into any adversary he'd encounter. I definitely had to agree with him thinking to myself he could certainly dominate me any time he wanted. A smile crossed my face.

Freeda was a sales representative for a publishing house that sold text books to school districts across the country. Summer was there busy time as they had to provide the books and curriculums for the coming school year. She had to look her best so staying in shape was a necessity for a professional impression, it also helped to make sales. She had to give the appearance that she could be seduced, especially by the old white school board members, or a hope that she could any way.

"Show them some cleavage and they lose all sense of business. I notice you play the same game only you have more to show, I'm envious." She laughed.

They had been married for twenty five years and had just the two boys, both were attending one of the HBCU (Historically Black College and University). Their grades were good and Freeda said they may look like their dad but they were taking after her. Laughter all around.

Freeda commented how professional and sexy I looked in my work attire. I laughed, telling her I had to look appealing to the men but not as attractive as the women. It was a balancing act. Commercial real estate sales ebbed and flowed with the market.

We had gone through two bottles of wine and I was feeling tipsy. Thankfully dinner was now ready and we dined on the deck. The meal was delicious. Tre had turned on the hot tub while we ate. My daughter and the boys excused themselves and took off to do what ever college kids do on summer break now days. I just hope it wasn't what we did I said laughingly.

"Lets go in the hot tub and relax." Freeda said. "Tre will clean up, he always does."

Not having a bathing suit I had to decline. "Nonsense, I have plenty, lets go find one for you." and with that I followed her into their bedroom. She pulled out half a dozen, all of them small, and finally picked a black string bikini that barely covered any thing.

The triangle patches of the top covered my nipples but not my dark areola. The bottoms were just as revealing, a string up between my butt cheeks and the front patch displaying my "camel toe" with blonde pubic hair sticking out the sides.

"I see the carpet matches the drapes." she laughed. "You look good enough to eat!" Freeda said. "I need to get one more thing." She reached into her night stand draw and took out a couple of joints. "Wine gives me head aches and I feel hung over in the mornings. Pot relaxes me, makes me feel mellow and even horny." she laughed.

We walked out on to the deck where Tre was about finished cleaning up. My daughter and the boys were back too, but out of their swim wear and into shorts and t-shirts.

"WOW MOM you look HOT, even a little slutty." she laughed.

"WOW Mrs L. you do look awesome!" I noticed erections beginning to tent in the boys shorts.

"I'm almost done cleaning up so if you don't mind I'll be joining you both shortly."

My daughter and the boys departed. Freeda and I climbed into the hot tub where she lit up a joint, took a deep toke and passed it to me.

"I haven't smoked weed since college, it always gave me the munchies and made me horny as hell!" I laughed as I took a hit off the joint.

The bubbling hot water soothed my body, the smoke of the herb mellowed me out. I had not felt this decompressed in ages and I was loving it. Sitting next to Freeda, casually glancing at her profile and figure made me want to reach out and touch her, caress her, kiss her and ravish her body.

Tre appeared on the deck. All finished he announced. "I hope you saved some of that smoke for me he cried out." Come and get it baby was Freeda's reply. With that he removed his speedos and climbed it, placing himself between the two of us. His cock was thick, and long with a pronounced vein running along the top. I had never seen anything like that in real life. It took my breath away and made my body ache with desire.

Freeda handed him what was left of the joint and he inhaled deeply, holding it in before exhaling. "You know she's a natural blonde." Freeda commented. "I know how you love blondes." she said with a smile.

"Damn that's some good shit!" he exclaimed. "You probably wonder why I smoke pot if I consider the body a temple. It's natural and has been around for thousands of years for medicinal purposes, spiritual roles and even aphrodisiacs, smiling at his wife.

Unlike alcohol which can impair judgement, ruin the organs of your body and even kill you, pot can enlighten you and free your soul if done in moderation."

"Stand up baby." he commanded. She obeyed. "Show us that beautiful Nubian body." Her hands reached up and pulled the bow ties of her top, dropping it into the water. Next were the bow ties on either hip. She pulled those and her panties fell into the water as well. "Now model for us." She began to move and turn slowly as if on a fashion show run way. The soft light of the deck gave her ebony body a glistening effect. Tre stood up and took her in his power arms, his erect prick rubbing against her black pubic hair. He reached around her and embraced her ass cheeks, lifting her up and impaling her on his hard, thick pole. She let out a moan as she moved her legs up onto his hips. They slowly began a rhythm, almost like a dance, he would thrust and she would push her hips forward to meet him. Over time the pounding began to quicken, her moans and groans becoming louder, his grunts more auditable. "I'm gonna cum!" she screamed, "I'm gonna fill your cunt you fucking slut!" was his reply. She orgasmed as did he, stabbing her repeatedly until his ball sack was empty. He placed her gently back in to the hot tub where she melted away with the warmth of the water.

All the time they were fucking my fingers had found there way to my cunt where I was furiously finger fucking myself. Now Tre turned towards me, his eyes black and ominous, even menacing.

"You need a son that's a real man, not some cock sucking faggot like your sissy johnny and I'm just the man that can plant a strong Black baby boy deep inside that hungry white cunt of yours!"

He looked threatening, like a predator eyeing his prey. Water was glistening off his body, his prick still erect. I wanted what Freeda had just experienced, I needed it. "The moment I met you I could see the lust in your eyes, that you wanted, needed a man to fulfill your sexual and physical pleasures and I was just the man, a Black Man, to give you those desires. Blonde middle age white sluts like you are always begging to be taken, giving themselves to strong Black Men whether it's sucking our cocks, giving up your ass and pussy or being bred and having our babies. Now I'm gonna fill that white whore pussy with a real cock, a man's cock, a Black Cock!"

He began to move towards me. I felt helpless, frosen, like I couldn't move. I wanted him so badly I couldn't wait to feel his touch. It was breathtaking, thrilling and I was scared to death.

A phone in the kitchen began ringing. Life came back into his black eyes. His spell over me broken. He climbed out of the hot tub and went to answer it. I heard him "Hello?" I looked at Freeda who was passed out. I could see she was in a precarious position. I helped her from the hot tub and into the master bedroom. I could still hear Tre talking on the phone. I grabbed a towel from the master bath room and dried her off. Pulling down the blankets on the bed I laid her onto the sheets. I stood staring at her beautiful caramel body.

My pussy was becoming moist, my nipples hard and tingling, I wanted her. I moved my hand gently across her firm butt then slowly up her side to her beautiful dark nipples. I wanted to suckle them. That's when I noticed remnants of Tre's semen leaking from her pussy. I bent down and slowly spread her legs so as not to arouse her. I moved my face closer. I took my finger and dipped it into the white pasty sperm. I moved my finger to my lips and spread it over them then licked my lips with my tongue. Not much of a flavor but I really didn't know what to expect. Next I used my tongue to get more of an amount. A slight moan and movement. She must have liked it. I did it again, this time going deeper. More of a reaction from her. I was finding myself getting more and more excited. I was savoring the thick delight coming from her pussy when I suddenly I picked up what was probably the end of the phone conversation. I silently moved down the hall way and out the front door, running across the front yards to the safety of my house. Once inside I knew my battery powered plastic vibrator would not satisfy me this night. I'd have to go out and find a man, a real man, a Black Man.