The Awakening

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It was a breezy summer day, slightly overcast but perfect weather for working in the yard. Being a fair skinned ginger, I like to avoid harsh rays when I can. I was out weeding my flower bed and dead set on getting some color into my landscape. As I worked, I heard voices coming from my neighbor’s yard. I peered over my shoulder to see two young men of about eighteen years old, chatting. They carried on as they walked to a car on the street, I did my best to mute them.I continued with my work, totally oblivious to their conversation. The boy who was leaving yelled over to me and made a lewd comment about my ass. I didn’t give it any thought, although I felt embarrassed and a bit ashamed. I continued on with my work drowning out the rattle coming from his mouth.Just as I was finishing for the day the neighbor boy, Jerry, came over to offer an apology for his buddy’s behavior. We chatted a bit, then I headed off to put my tools away and go inside. I couldn’t stop thinking about that guy and his comment about my butt. What he wanted to do to it and I was feeling flustered. How dare he.Hot and sweaty from my work I decided to grab a shower. As the water fell upon me, that black boy’s words began entering my head again. I started to get miffed. How dare he be so bold as to say things like that. My anger slowly subsided and my thoughts turned to lust, I got aroused. It was awkward having lustful thoughts of another man. Doubly so with a boy half my age.In all my relationships I had never strayed or considered cheating. I had always been the dutiful partner. My focus was solely on the person I was with. I never desired to be with another. But, there I stood the water cascading down over me, getting turned on. The more the water fell, the more I fantasized. My mind went to places I never thought possible and my hands moved down between my thighs.I began having naughty thoughts about being royally fucked by a young black man. Him taking me in the yard. Savagely ripping off my shorts and making me his dirty, white slut. Fucking me furiously in front of the neighbors and God himself. As my fantasies filled my head, my fingers dug into my pussy. I imagined his towering frame over me, taking me. His glistening black flesh mounting my pasty peach skin. My body called out for a release, it wanted a climax.With my legs parted wide, I feverishly tried to bring myself to an orgasm. One hand rubbing my clit while the other reached up and took the shower head from the cradle. Reaching out, I pressed one hand against the wall and the nozzle against my pussy. I let the pulse of the water take care of me as my mind fantasized about the young man. His hard, pulsating cock pummeling my little pussy. Stretching me and forcing his penis further in.It couldn’t have been more than two minutes before I climaxed. My body shook, my legs were weak as I came down from the orgasm. As those feelings of lust subsided, my mind slowly came back to the reality of my married life.Once satiated and dried off, I retreated to my bedroom to get dressed. It was very hard to get my jeans on. My legs trembled from the high my masturbatory shower gave me. The rest of the day my thoughts drifted off to that young man. Each time, I’d think about those peering eyes on my backside, I’d find myself running my hands over my pussy. Oh my God, what was I thinking about? I’m married damn it!As my week progressed, I found my thoughts focused on duties at work and at home. No more thoughts of infidelity and lewd behavior. I regained my focus and was back to being the steadfast wife. I went on with my life like nothing happened. The week was ending and my husband talked about us doing more planting in the garden. As he spoke those dirty thoughts come rushing back again. Damn him!I can’t describe how horny I got. Just thinking about those young men leering at me got me hot. Thoughts of every naughty scenario played in my head. I thought of things that I wanted to happen. Things that a married lady shouldn’t dwell upon. An overwhelming rush came over me, I needed another massive orgasm. As I sat in my seat listening to my husband’s plans I was secretly rubbing on myself. I was doing my hardest to bring on another orgasm.After I left work on Friday, I called my husband and suggested he go by the plant store and get the things we agreed on. This way I was free to take care of a need of my own. All day long I had thought about me working in my flower bed. I would şişli escort be on my knees and seeing that young man again. I had thought about how I would tempt him with my butt and hoped he took the bait. I wondered if he would notice me and what would he say this time. I was extremely horny.When I got home I couldn’t open the door fast enough. I needed to take care of business. I was peeling my clothes off as I ran to the bedroom. I jumped on the bed and feverishly manipulated another mind-blowing orgasm. Being as aroused as I was, this one came on easily for me. Finally satiated, I got myself composed and prepared dinner. As dinner cooked, and my husband was still out, I had time to peruse the internet. I found sites dedicated to interracial porn.I dared to see first hand how my visions were captured on film. The more I watched the hornier I got. I began losing all self-control and seemingly my inhibitions. I found lots of videos of big black gentlemen fucking little white bitches. I began fantasizing I was the lady taking that dick. My pants found their way around my feet and my panties down over my thighs. Arched back in the chair, I fingered myself to another climax.Later on that night, I was reading a gardening how-to book but my lustful thoughts were distracting me. They kept taking over and I was thinking about how I could make this fantasy a reality. Yes indeed, a week has passed I have become obsessed with being the object of lust to a young black male. I wanted him on me and more importantly in me.The question was, did I have the fortitude to go thru with it? Cheating is not in my DNA or so I believed. I put a plan of action together. I would be out there in the shortest shorts I own. I was prepared to show off as much skin as I could get away with. The shirt I decided on was a thin, white tank top. When the shirt becomes wet, and under the right lighting, it could very be translucent. I didn’t plan to wear a bra either. I wanted him to see as much as possible. Having created my plan I needed to talk myself into it. It wasn’t hard.Saturday came, and the weatherman had forecast a day of extreme heat. Damn it! Redheads and sun are not the best of friends. I had to start my planting early. In my anticipation, the minutes seemed like hours and the hours seemed like an eternity. Every so often I would look toward the neighbor’s house to see if anyone was there. When the sun was directly overhead, and I couldn’t take any more of the heat, I called it a day. I was a bit disappointed that the guy never showed. Relieved in a way, but disappointed none the less.My husband had been working alongside me the entire time. If the boy actually saw me doubtful he’d said anything anyway. I remember thinking about how let down I was. He never visited his friend, and more importantly, he didn’t come to see me. Damn, I just can’t win. For whatever reason I got angry. I starred at my husband disdain. If he wasn’t out there working in tandem maybe the guy would have come over. Maybe fate was intervening.From that Saturday morning until the next weekend, my days were consumed with desires. My lustful obsessions had become the forefront of everything. I was forgetful at work, at home, everywhere. My thoughts had taken over and I couldn’t keep a clear head. I couldn’t think straight and everything was a mess.The following weekend came with heavy rain. Gardening was out of the question along with some public teasing. My rotten luck, the object of my desire did drop by to see his friend. I felt defeated so I toiled around the house. When I could be alone I looked up more interracial porn. In my quest for erotica, I also found story sites. That entire weekend I indulged with adult films and short stories. For several days they became the surrogate to my “fantasy man”. Before too long, the urge to cheat had passed. He became a memory, and I became sore.The end of that month we were awarded another sunny weekend. However, I had no gardening plans. Looking outside I saw that familiar car, he had come to see his friend again. What to do, what to do? I wanted to prance, I wanted those “wolf whistles”. I wanted some black cock! So I said to hell with it. I put on my gardening clothes and told my husband I was going out to play in my flower bed. He passively waved me on.Heading out the door, I had mixed emotions. As I took each step toward the side of the house, I got more and more jittery. I was having reservations mecidiyeköy escort about what I was about to do. I’ve never cheated on anyone in my entire life. Here I was about to just throw myself to a guy I don’t even know. I wasn’t certain if he’d even have me. What have I become? I rounded the corner to the side of the house, it’s the moment of truth time. I tossed my hand tools to the ground and toyed with the dirt. I was outside for about an hour and finally, he came out.As he made his way to his car, I heard those magical words. He bellowed out, ”Damn, baby, I want some of that ass!”At that moment I felt all my energies drained. A wave of lust washed over me. and I liked the feeling. For a moment I forgot about my vows. The oath I made before family, friends, and God himself. I had forgotten about my husband in the house and the wedding band I was wearing. I wanted to be desired and I wanted to be a slut. When I regained my faculties I was panicked for something to say. I knew I had to do or say something, so I made the snarky comment, ”You couldn’t handle it if you got it!”There; match, set, point. I returned to my tilling with a smirk on my face. I was proud of myself for going for it. I also wanted to see how this back and forth banter would play out. I made a few more snide comments just to test the waters. Soon after, I heard the unmistakable shuffle of feet on the grass. He became bold and walked over to me. He began to tell me the things he’d do to me. Things my husband would never do. So he’s observant, he’s aware I’m married. He told me all those dirty words I wanted to hear.I played off his banter like a silly school girl. I would laugh at his come-ons and such. The more he tried the more I played like I wasn’t interested. I let it be known I was much older than he was and questioned could a boy handle an older woman. I kept prodding him, I wanted to see how far this would go.As he carried on, I too got bolder. With every claim he made, I had some sort of come back. Our exchanges went on for a while, then I noticed it. He was getting aroused in his jeans. Oh my fucking God! I have never in my life seen something that big other than a toy or in a film. He was literally swelling in his jeans and it was because of me. The outline of his penis snaked down his left leg. It was huge and I wanted it!Being the older adult I had to diffuse this and fast. We were getting carried away. It was what I wanted, and seemed good at the time. There is a time and a place for everything and that wasn’t the appropriate setting. I proceeded to remind him he’s too young by patting him on the head and saying, “Run along Jimmy.”As he strutted away, he called out, “Frederick, my name is Frederick!”That moment I decided the age difference and my wedding band weren’t much of a concern.My object of desire was young, black, and very well hung. If that’s not a dilemma, tell me what is? A married and mature white suburbanite had lustful feelings for an incredibly younger boy. That’s like a soap opera. In hindsight that’s pretty messed up. I relished the fact that I was desirable to someone other than my husband.A gloomy Tuesday evening, I had pulled into my driveway. The rain was falling something fierce. I struggled with my keys, purse, and a bag of groceries when I heard Frederick’s voice. He darted over to me to help get my bags inside. Upon entering the house, I heard the shower running and I called out to my husband that I was home. Fred carried my groceries to the kitchen. I followed him checking out his form.As I was putting things away I thanked him for the help. I opened the refrigerator door and as I bent down to put the lettuce in the crisper he came up behind me. For the first time, I felt him on me and was pressed into my backside.There it was, it was finally going to happen. He took the initiative and I like that in a man. We were on the precipice and there was no going back. I was about to cross that line and I didn’t care. I wriggled my ass on his groin, gyrating against his growing cock. Knowing full well my husband was in the shower, and we could be caught at any time. Lust had definitely taken over.I turned, righted myself and looked up at him. I remarked about his gorgeous brown eyes. I never noticed how pretty they were. I tilted upwards and moved in for a kiss. He scooped me up and our mouths met. Our tongues dancing within each other’s mouths. I was passionately making out with my new friend and enjoyed it immensely. Ever aware that my husband could emerge from the shower, I whispered to Fred’s ear, “We have to stop.”His hands were all over my body and mine were on his. We kissed like passionate lovers. One hand slid under my top and he pawed at my breasts. I had been wanting this since that chance meeting. Here I am in his arms not wanting to let go, and yet I know I have to be the adult here. I broke away and told him, that we needed to find a place and time where we can meet to be alone. I assured him that I wanted to be with him. Before we headed outside I jotted down my number.The rain had become a light drizzle, so it wasn’t too bad to stand in it for a minute. As he was sitting in his car, I pressed myself against his seat. We talked briefly and I felt his hand go straight to my pussy. My panties were soaked sticking against me and I was on fire.That uncomfortable feeling was replaced by his hand rubbing me through my jeans. I widened my stance to give him better access to me. I allowed him to rub on me for a couple of minutes then made a hasty retreat back inside. As I dashed back to the house I hoped no one saw anything.I returned to my home and greeted my husband with a kiss. The same lips that were on another man a few minutes prior. I made dinner, cleaned the kitchen and relaxed on the sofa. The rest of my evening was uneventful. After my indiscretion earlier, how could a night of watching reruns be anything but? Then I felt a jolt. My phone letting me know there was a text. A solitary question popped up.It read, “Vanessa?”I replied back,”Yeah who is this?”Several minutes passed, the reply came through. “It’s Frederick”So through the rest of the night, I coyly texted my new-found lover. Anytime my husband would ask who it was, I lied and said it was a coworker. That’s when the realization hit me that I had become a certified cheating slut and I loved it! We exchanged dirty texts back and forth. Telling each other the details of our desires. Then I received a message that I’ll never forget. He begged and begged for me to take a nude shot of myself. I refused in my responses and he got bolder and bolder in his demands.The final one told me, “Do it, you dirty white bitch. I wanna see those fat titties!”Oh damn! Those words were just the coaxing I needed. I was a dirty white bitch. I was now his shameless slut. I was primed to do it, but I wanted to see how far he’d go. I told him I would if he would, then the phone became silent. A couple of hours later, I got several images on my phone of him and all his glory.If Adonis is black, then his name is Frederick. A chiseled six-foot-two-inch frame, six-pack abs, rippled muscles, a complete package. His chocolate skin was adorned with, I guess you would say, bad tattoos or jailhouse ink. The best part though was the biggest, hardest, black cock I have had the privilege of seeing. Then again it was my first one aside from adult films.Not to be outdone, nor shy away, I slid off to the bathroom. I stripped totally nude and I snapped several pics of me in various poses, including close-ups. I wanted him to see what he was going to have. I sent several nude shots to him for his approval. He evidently approved, because he told me he jerked himself off looking at my pictures. I was now fully at ease with the situation.I returned to my seat next to my husband, wondering why I didn’t feel any shame? The next day, I receive a text from Frederick with possible dates and times we could get together. We agreed we’d meet over an extended lunch at my house on Monday. I was horny now and wanted to fuck but I had to be patient. Besides that, it gave me enough time for me to get things in order. Or back out if need be. It was going to be a long five days.Finally, Monday had come. The days leading up to this adventure, I had set aside articles of clothing that I considered wearing. I wanted to be sexy for him. I hunted for the sexiest “office worker” outfit I could assemble. I rarely would dress up for my husband. My lust had consumed me to the point I had all but forgotten what marriage meant. I was going to cheat and though I felt a bit of remorse, my desires spoke louder.The morning dragged on and on and the hands of the office clock were moving at a snail’s pace. When lunchtime finally came, I couldn’t drive fast enough to get home. When I saw my house I also saw Fred parked on the street. I called him, letting him know to give me a few minutes before coming up to the door. I had to make sure my husband wasn’t there. After making sure all was clear, I rang him telling him to come on.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32