Lady Caroline Carter was looking out of her huge picture Windows she had just had installed, it gave her the most expansive view of her wonderful gardens. She loved this house, she was a woman who had it all. Well, almost all. But she was happy, she was envied too, had lots of friends and acquaintances, some of whom were good friends and one or two that were jealous of her. They were jealous because of what she had achieved, and especially who she had married those twenty long years ago.
She had two children but sadly now they were in college, and only came home at term ends. So Caroline did have it all, but now she was lonely, her social calendar was chock full, in fact the offers far exceeded her free time. Her husband who was Earl Sir Alan Carter was in London on business, he was in the house of Lords, known as Alan but his real title stretched for miles, and he was related distantly to the Royal family. On the day they had married his full names had been read, this made Caroline giggle, the whole church had heard her and joined in, and much to her happy surprise so had her new husband, followed by a very cheerful bishop.
She appreciated all he had done and given her over the years and in return Caroline had been the perfect wife, mother, lover, friend and hostess to him. Now, he really did have it all, he still showed her off, and she could understand that. If you looked like she did any man would want to show her off. But sometimes she resented it, sometimes he projected her as a trophy wife, and she would angrily reject it. This had caused embarrassing arguments quickly dowsed by an equally embarrassed husband.
Her home was magnificent, the up keep was enormous but her husband was terrifically wealthy so it never played a part in their lives although he had had installed energy saving devices. An up the date heating system, double glazing, all sort of management things that she had no idea of what they did. The house warm and cosy in winter, and light and airy in summer.
It was twenty bedrooms, ten were en suite. Four reception rooms, three dining rooms which got used as and when necessary due to numbers invited to dinner. She had four permanent staff, and brought in more when needed. One of the permanent staff was Seth her old gardener. He was a black man. Lady Caroline had employed him fifteen years ago, he had been 50 years old at the time and now he was 65. The sole reason he had got the job was because he was black.
Her husband had said, "no way are we employing a black man, what would people say?"
Caroline had reared up at him at those words, Seth got the job, and what a success he had been. The gardens, which Caroline took a great and active interest in were in pristine condition, due in some part to her own efforts, she was a keen gardener, and she had learned a lot from Seth. And unknown to anyone, she was secretly excited by him. She liked black men, and she had had some explosive orgasms with a black man in her mind when her husband had made love to her.
She had made love with a black boy in college, just to find out if it was true that all her friends had told her about black willies! In her case it hadn't been true, but never the less, that occasion had stayed with her all her life. For the last twenty or more years she had wondered, it had never been an obsession, but it popped into her mind now and again. She had even thought about Seth's cock, would his be the huge one? But the old saying of 'never shitting on your own doorstep' had relinquished the thoughts as quickly as she had had them.
Lady Caroline had been brought up by moderately well off parents, she had had a great upbringing, she had a brother that she loved dearly and was in constant touch, even though he was now a successful man in the USA. She had gone to college, got the required degrees and at the end of term party which had been a riot, she had been introduced to her to be husband, who had been invited simply because his family were large benefactors.
He had been smitten from the get go. He pursued the gloriously beautiful woman with as much energy as he could, and eventually he had won her. The life he showed her knocked her socks off. Her true friends knew she had no inkling of his life at the beginning, but those who were jealous had decided that she was a gold digger.
Caroline was now 42 years old and time had been kind to her, she was still a very beautiful and sensuous woman who could and did turn heads where ever she went. Tallish at 5ft 7" a still gorgeous head of natural ash silk blond hair, she did high light it but none knew, it was her secret. She didn't over do it though; she had no intention of joining the peroxide brigade! She often wore it up, but when it was down it reached past her shoulders.
Her complexion had grown with her, it wasn't the flawless perfection it once had been, and there were tiny lines at the corners of her still amazingly deep blue yes. Her high cheekbones lent power to her eyes too. They enhanced her natural beauty. She was the consummate beautiful older woman, the young mans wet dream, and including many older men too. She still received many offers?
Her face was picturesque, a straight nose rounded gently at the tip, she carried her head high, this gave her a look and perception of aloofness that she certainly wasn't, but it protected her in a way from some ardent fans. Her mouth was generous, full lipped, the upper one very slightly larger than the lower. This gave her the photogenic look she had. She had indeed adorned many a magazine in the past, and only last week she had appeared in Vogue.
Her husband had encouraged her to let the odd magazine interview and photo her, she had done this because she knew it helped him in the business world. He received invites to places and meetings simply because possible business deals would be enhanced by her very presence, especially those over seas lecherous Arabs. She had been what he wanted her to be, and fended off all generous kind offers of everything from jewels, to even an air plane of her own!
She was proud of her body, she was as fit now as she had been when she was 20 years old, yes she had put on a few pounds but it all synced with her totally. Her breasts were still full and sensitive, she liked that. Her pussy was kept neat and trimmed, just as she insisted her garden was kept, 'if only Seth knew,' she would giggle and say to herself!
Caroline had one blemish in her life, one she didn't really regret but vowed it would never happen again. She had got drunk one night, which in itself was something of an aberration, she never over indulged. It had happened when had been in London on her own shopping. The young hotel night porter had helped her to bed, and seduced her, in her drunken state she was all for it, 'cock,' she had told him, 'I need your cock,' she had slurred, as he worked her nipples as he had carried her to her room.
She remembered the man; he was off duty when she had risen the following morning with a huge hangover. He had fucked her long and hard, and, bless him, he had used a condom. She remembered the orgasms she had under him, crying out to him as she thundered over the edge. Then she woke up on her own. She packed, and left immediately and never once returned to that hotel.
Her only regret was that he hadn't been black because he had had a good sized cock, bigger than her husbands and that was why she had had the huge orgasms. It was one of those things that descend on you as you get older, as time passes by you start to think, 'hey ho, never mind, my chances of experiencing it has probably gone now.'
But fate was about to take a hand in a big way, a way that would change her life style.
Lady Caroline called Seth into her kitchen, he sensed something was wrong, he could see it in her eyes, was he about to be fired? He was 65 now maybe he was being replaced by someone fitter, more able?
"Seth," she said in her sweet melodic voice, he loved it, and he loved her if the truth was known, he had often said to himself, 'oh if only I was 20 or 30 years younger, I'd do her right well.' He had seen the look in her magnetic blue eyes. He knew, she had told him silently, unknowingly, that she wanted him, or wanted black, to try black, to even be blacked. Lady Caroline wanted black, she sent him the silent message.
She knew the saying that all women who wanted to try it knew, 'once you go black, you don't go back,' but Lady Caroline didn't believe it, she knew it wouldn't alter her life greatly if she ever got to go down that particularly and unknown to her, treacherous path. Was she a closet 'black cock slut?' 'Lady Caroline Carter a black cock bitch?' The thought was as fantastic to him as it was implausible for him to even think about it, let alone attempt it. He knew where he would end up, in jail!
