Wife Alone

Stan had been gone for three weeks and I was missing
him very much, especially at night as I lay in bed
needing to make love and no one to turn to. At 41 years
of age, I still had those sexual desires that needed
attention. Yes Stan had been in the Air National Guard
for all these years and now his detachment had been
deployed to the Middle East for a year. Gee I missed
him so much already! How was I going to manage for a
year?

Saturday morning Jan came over as usual for coffee and
the subject of me missing Stan came up. Jan smiled and
said, "Molly, I think it is not Stan that you are
missing but sex. Don’t confuse them sweetie." I giggled
and mumbled something about her having a naughty mind.

"Well," Jan continued, "After my divorce last year, I
thought the same thing about missing my husband but I
soon realized it was not him but sex that I missed."

"And," as I looked at Jan smiling, "What did you do
about that little problem?"

"I did some thinking about the situation. I knew that I
was not interested in a serious relationship, and
decided to find someone who needed some attention like
myself but without any strings attached. Now who would
fit into that category?

It seemed to me that a young man who was away from his
fiancé or girl friend would need some attention but
would not want a serious relationship so I started
looking at young college guys that I came in contact
with in my work. (Jan worked at the local university in
the student aid office).

Well I found that if I wore some nice clothes,
stockings, and heels, a flimsy blouse with some
cleavage showing, I could read the guys really well. I
found one that was nice looking and pleasant and that I
seemed to have made a bit uncomfortable. At the end of
our meeting, I casually asked him if he liked movies.

He replied that he did, so I asked if he had seen the
latest "Big Heist" movie just out on CD and he said no
but sure wanted to see it. I told him that I planned to
buy it Saturday and if he wanted to, could watch it
with me. I told him that I thought he was a long way
from home and needed to relax some. Of course I had
already determined that he was from Alabama and was
very low on funds. That’s my job you know! My plan was
working so far.

"Darn it all, Jan you are one devious woman! You are
pure evil and I love it. So tell me the rest of the
story."

Leroy showed up Saturday night and I had some snacks,
good wine, and the movie. Well before the movie was
half over, Leroy and I were holding hands. By the end
of the movie he had put his arm around me and was
holding me tight, hummmm, well we had a lovely evening
with Leroy getting into this white divorcees panties,"
as she laughed.

I am sure I looked shocked as I puzzled over her
statement about the "White Divorcee’s panties."

Jan continued, "Yes, Molly, he was black. Are you
shocked?"

"Well, I just... well... uh... I am originally from
Georgia and that just does not happen in Georgia. I bet
he never thought of doing that in Alabama either."

"Yes, I know," Jan, continued. "I hope you are not
prejudice against blacks. I have found him to be quite
good in bed."

"Oh no but my husband would kill me if I had a black
lover."

"Molly, sweetie, you are not going to tell your husband
are you? You are not against having a black lover
yourself are you?"

"Oh no," I blurted out. "It sounds exciting to me. I
think I would like that very much. Do you think black
guys would like me?"

"Oh Molly, you have so much to learn. Black guys dream
of getting into a white woman’s panties and they really
get excited if the white gal is also married. It is one
of the things that black guys want to do. It works for
me and keeps me happy. I am happy with Leroy and he
with me. We both know the score and understand that we
are there for each other’s needs and that is all."

"Jan, I know it is cheating but am willing to try it.
Do you think you can find me a handsome young black guy
who wants to get a taste of some white man’s honey? I
am really getting horny thinking about all this."

"Molly, what are friends for? I will be happy to find
one for you. I think Leroy’s roommate might be
interested. They were high school buddies and it might
work out. Is Saturday night too soon?"

"Saturday night is great. I will be ready."

I spent the whole week planning for and getting ready
for my new lover, as planned with Jan doing the hard
work of finding me one. Jan informed me the date was on
for Saturday night with Leroy’s friend, Andy. It was
like being a teenager again and knowing I was going on
a date to loose my cherry. I cleaned house, bought red
silk sheets and shopped for some new sexy undies to
wear to wrap this white wife in for a black man to
inspect.

I wanted Andy to be pleased with his date not only in
bed but to please his eyes. I knew that I was good in
bed. I was going to give him the best time he had ever
had. And the thought of his black body next to me
pounding me with his black rod pumping his black seed
deep into my waiting womb was driving me into a state
of almost constant arousal. Please let Saturday hurry
up and come!

As Andy did not have a car, I drove to his dormitory
and waited in the visitor’s slot until I saw a young
good looking dark skinned black guy smiling and
carrying something wrapped like a bouquet walking
toward my car. I rolled down the passenger side window
and as he leaned in, he said, "I am Andy and you must
be Molly."

"Yes," I replied. "I am Molly and I am glad to meet you
Andy. Please get in."

With that Andy got into the car and he held on to the
package. As we drove to my house, we chatted some. He
remarked that he was really looking forward all week to
meeting me and was glad that Saturday was here. To that
I offered my concurrence. I used my remote to open the
garage door and drove in closing the door behind us.
(Keeps the noisy neighbors from starting any gossip).

We moved on into the dining room where I had the table
set for two. I told Andy that I had prepared dinner for
us as planned and he pushed the package toward me and
said, "These are for you. I hope you like them," as he
pulled the paper back to reveal two roses, one black
and one white as I placed them into the vase together.
I softly spoke to Andy, "Thanks, Andy. These roses
represent us as we are about to be put together to be
admired by each other."

I could see that Andy was pleased with my
interpretation of the roses as he kissed me on the
cheek and said that I was a very special person to be
so perceptive and to be aware of our differences and
accept them.

I kissed Andy as he pulled me to him and we lingered
longer that a friendly kiss would normally be,
revealing our personal thoughts about each other as I
felt a small flutter deep between my thighs. I could
tell that Andy was stimulated by the kiss as well. I
broke off and said, "If we are going to enjoy the
dinner I have prepared, I think we better stop for
now." Andy laughed, and remarked that I was right.

As we ate and made small talk, I could see the flicker
in Andy’s eyes that he was please with what he had seen
so far. I knew that he was one handsome young black
stud and I knew that I want him as well. I knew that I
had to think of him as a stud for this white wife, or
otherwise I would become too attached to him. I had to
keep things in perspective even though he had already
stroked my feminine emotions of love, as women tend to
do with men they admire. I knew that being happily
married that I could cheat but must not become attached
to this man who was so thoughtful and knew how to make
me mellow and vulnerable.

Finishing dinner off with wine, we moved to the living
room and danced to the soft music I had already started
for the evening. Andy held me tight as we danced moving
his hands lower and lowed to my butt as he pulled
gently and played with my cheeks. I did the same and
felt his muscular cheeks and back.

I could now feel the wetness seeping between my legs
and Andy’s black rod standing up tall and proud as it
gently rested against my tummy telling me that my young
black stud was ready to get into some more serious
activities. I knew that he was having some very erotic
thoughts of me as I was of him as well.

I took his hand and slowly walked into the bedroom as
he closely followed, and I turned and put my arms
around his neck and pulled his head close to mine as I
looked into his eyes and with a shy smile asked if he
was ready to unwrap his present. To this he kissed me
deeply and moved his hands to unzip my dress and I let
it slide to the floor revealing my red sheer half-cup
bra pushing my nice firm white breast up for his eager
eyes.

He trailed kissed down to my breast as he unhooked my
bra freeing my breast with their firm brown nipples
which he took into his mouth as a baby would licking,
and suckling them. I could see the beads of sweat
breaking out on his forehead as he worked his hands
down around the elastic in my red lacy panties as he
unwrapped his "white rose" which was wet with dew
nestled in a bed of dark curly grassy moss.

He fell to his knees as he eagerly parted the white
petals and suckled the flower now being pushed into his
black face. He circled my clit with his tongue as he
licked up and down my now open petals that were
dripping with dew. He licked and suckled the juice like
a little boy would a sucker. I was now so horny for my
black stud to thrust into my hot warm bed, to spill his
seeds.

As Andy moved to his feet, I started frantically
unbuttoning his shirt revealing his black chest covered
with curly black manly hair. I kissed my way down to
his man nipples and suckled as I unbuckled his pants.
As they dropped to the floor, I hastily pulled his
shorts down to reveal his black rod standing there for
me to admire and inspect.

It was so erotic and beautiful, I almost had a
spontaneous orgasm as I took it into my hand and looked
at the end that was now covered in a clear juice freely
seeping from the slit. I kissed and tasted and took it
into my mouth as Andy moaned and pushed to me, slowing
moving back and forth with a deep vibrating sound
emerging from his throat. I knew that Andy was more
than ready for this anxious white woman.

I stood and pulled Andy into bed with me. We went into
each other’s arms as we kissed deeply, both moaning and
pushing against each other. I felt Andy’s manhood start
to push against my white rose petals as I opened my
legs and offered myself to be entered by my black stud
seeking to plant his black seed into a white man’s
flower bed.

I felt him enter and hesitate then thrust deep as he
moved his hands to my bottom to pull me tight against
his black sweaty body as he slowly started to thrust
and thrust as I wiggled with delight beneath my black
lover, knowing that I was tasting of forbidden fruit -
that of a black man in bed with a white married woman.
I was now in a state of perpetual ecstasy as Andy
continuously pounds his black manhood into my white
womanhood slapping his black balls full of his seed
against my bottom.

Wave after wave of pure sexual pleasure was now moving
over my entire body as I felt Andy suddenly thrust hard
and deep, then the throbbing of his black cock as his
seed started spewing from his black balls deep into my
waiting womb. Andy now let out a deep grunt as he
pushed hard and held me tight, pushing hard to assure
all his seed would be planted into my waiting white
womb.

I shuddered and shook with delight, then went stiff as
I finished the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced,
then I fell limp with exhaustion and lay there with my
eyes closed enjoying the moment as Andy lay on top as
his balls drained their final drop into his newly found
love. We both lay there in each other’s arms without
saying anything knowing that we were both well pleased
with our first date and how well we complimented each
other.

I knew that the symbolic white and black rose had just
become one, as we completed our a****listic ritual
which ended in the female offering herself to the male
for breeding. Yes I was a real old bitch accepting this
young black stud dog as he sought relief for his sex
drive. Yes young guys are always eager to breed a
bitch. I was now a young black stud dog’s bitch.

The next morning when I awoke, I had to pinch myself to
be sure I was not dreaming as I looked over and saw
Andy sound asl**p where Stan would normally be. I
looked at my beautiful young black stud and realized
that it was not a dream that I really had a lover who
had pleased me well last night. He had opened up a new
chapter in my life and awakened a need for something
that I had not realized that I needed before.

I saw his nice manhood lying there limp as if it were
tired and well exercised. I knew that this white wife
had done that to him and that I had made him sl**p like
a c***d. I admired my handsome black stud for a while
then decided to put on a robe and go to the kitchen and
cook him a big breakfast – after all he would need his
strength again very soon.

Ham, grits and eggs should make any black southern
young man happy, so that was on the menu as I cooked
breakfast then went to the bedroom and gently kissed my
new lovers lips. He opened his eyes, and smiled and
remarked that he had never had such a nice evening and
had never rested so well. I leaned over and kissed him
again and informed him that I had him some breakfast
ready to restore his strength. He laughed and replied,
"Yep, I think I am going to need it."

After Andy left the next day, Jan come over and started
asking me to tell her all about it and I did. She asked
if I was using any protection or if he used anything. I
told her no.

"OH, damn, Molly," Jan said. "What are you going to do
if a little black baby grows in there?"

"I know. I was stupid. I was so horny and anxious to
have him, I never thought of anything like that. I went
off the pill when Stan left never thinking ………………I am
not going to do it again without protection. I am going
on the pill right away and hope that I am not already
pregnant." It was a relief when I started my period
three weeks later.

Andy and I continued to see each other most Saturday
nights till Stan came home, then we managed to get
together now and then. I actually think I fell in love
with Andy as I miss him so much now that he decided to
move back home and go to college near his girlfriend. I
don’t know why, but my black stud was the most
wonderful sex I ever had.

Sometimes as Stan and I have sex, I think that it is
Andy and it gives me a great orgasm. Stan has noticed
my sexual improvement but he has no idea why.


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7 months ago
Good story, well written - thanks for sharing