Where it happened: My Bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
This may seem hard to believe, but it is a true story. I just turned 40 years old, and I have been having sex with the neighbor boy, Jayden Collins, who is 19, for about 6 months now. He is also black (African American).
It all started when my husband broke his leg in a freak accident at work, and couldn’t continue to mow the lawn and do the yard work as he had always done. He suggested we hire Jayden for the Summer while he rested and recuperated and took therapy. Jayden lived two doors away, and is the son of a local physician, and his wife, who is a school principal at our high school.
It started innocently enough. Jayden usually came by on Saturday’s, dressed in his white cargo type shorts. I couldn’t help but notice what a beautifully developed body he had, as I watched him, working very hard, trimming the bushes and keeping the lawn looking pristine. Usually after he was done, I’d invite him in for a cool drink of some kind — ice tea or lemonade and we’d chat in the kitchen.
As the weeks progressed, I talked to him about his school life and his social life — including whether or not he had a steady girlfriend. He told me he had dated a couple of girls, but there was nothing serious.
One Saturday, in early August, my husband was away, taking therapy at a local rehab place, and Jayden was working in the back yard. I had to admit to myself that he really looked inviting. Before he finished, I changed into a pair of white shorts myself, and a red halter top, with no bra. I had, over the years, kept in shape, using exercise machines at home, and jogging every day for several miles. If I do say so myself, I did look very attractive.
When Jayden came in that day, he was perspiring, and I handed him a cool glass of ice tea and also a towel to wipe off the persperation. Then, we were both standing there in the kitchen, looking at each other rather intently. I was doing everything possible to seduce him, and I think he knew it, and I was totally successful. We both embraced and kissed. He was a little startled, I think, but finally managed to say, “God you look good, Mrs T.” Then we kissed again, as I sort of maneuvered him against the kitchen cupboards, and I could feel his eager young manhood pressing between my hips. “Are you sure this is O.K.?” he said. I nodded yes, and we walked back toward my bedroom. There I took off my halter top, exposing my breasts, and then my shorts, while he quickly got out of his cargo shorts, and revealed this beautiful black penis which was at least 8″ long, standing at erection. We fell onto the bed and engaged in some foreplay for awhile, and then I told him just to lie back, while I mounted his erection and began to fuck his body as I had never fucked before. He felt so wonderful deep inside me and I didn’t want the feeling to stop. I came several times and so did he. I knew it was a foolish thing to do, but I just could not help myself. It went on and on for about an hour. Then he left.
Since that time, we’ve managed to steal time together at least a couple dozen times, and the sex has been great. I know it must stop, but then, I decide to postpone the inevitable. I love his black body next to mine making incredible love to me.
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