I finally did it...
Or should I say THEY finally did it!
Two black college students that have worked for us on and off for the past few years, charmed me into accepted their invitation to come to an invitation only party, at the Swart Uume Frat House last Friday.
I had not been taking the invites seriously because, frankly, I'm probably older than most of their parents. However, these two have been very persistent and I am very attracted to Black Men, as most of you know. They are full of energy, young, funny, muscular, kind; and constantly dropping those suggestive comments about my looks, hair, legs and smile. Who can resist that kind of charm?!
These two are a couple of very athletic black college football players, who have caught me staring at them, many times, when they were working out in the warm Montana sunshine, without their shirts on.
We have a shipping supply company, as well as a ranch. There is a considerable amount of work that is hard physical labor, and these two have been champions to us! Always willing to put in a good long day of hard work, and work along side of us, even in some unfavorable conditions - such as feeding cattle in a blizzard, on cold January mornings.
Now they are juniors in college and have filled out quite nicely - and I know you know what I mean. Those two have bulges in their pants that are very prominent, and I have caught both of them, at various time, staring at me as well! No small thrill for a woman my age, to have a handsome younger man checking me out and looking at me hungrily.
Yes, I am married. Yes, I am happily married! Yes, I love my husband. And, Yes, my husband of 32 years knows that his wife craves wild sex and black cock!
These two are very aware of the fact that I am attracted to black men. First of all, because I am very open about it. Second, we live in a smallish tourist town and people tend to talk, and come to their own conclusions; when they see me coming out of the men's restroom with a black man and I'm wiping off my mouth!
LOL! Just kidding!
Without getting too far off on a rabbit trail, I dated Russell's fathers for about a year, and we became the topic of many rumors - Most of which were true!
Russell's dad made me his naughty slut and would show up randomly at our business office, to "get his nuts out of hock."
He would, most often, come on his lunch break. My secretary knew to send him straight in to my office. He is a no-nonsense man, who would walk in and close my office door behind him. When I turned and saw him, I would stop whatever I was doing, and give him my full attention. I learned a long time ago, that being a submissive slut for a black alpha male, is my happy place, sexually!
Sometimes there was no talking. I would walk over and kiss him and he would take it from there. I love kissing! But most often he would break our kiss and push me to my knees, pull his cock out and stick it in my mouth. I would start sucking; keeping my hands behind my back, like a good girl.
He trained me to do that. He liked to tell me what to do and he was very controlling. I LOVED that and would gladly take my time to prolong his pleasure!
Usually he would give me a few commands.
"Open your mouth, slut! You've been craving this black dick all day, I can see it in your eyes. Suck it, baby, I got a nice big load for you, today!"
When he got rock hard, he would hold my head and feed me his beautiful cock until he came in my mouth, or he would make me stand up and bend me over my desk, lifting my dress or pulling down my slacks, and take me from behind - HARD!
Either way he would always tell me that I was his little whore and make me tell him how much I loved it! That was easy, because it is true! I was insatiable when I was with him!
After he came in my mouth or pussy, he would use my panties, blouse or whatever article of clothing I had close, to wipe his dick off. Then just button up his pants and walk out of my office. No goodbye, nothing. Just walk out without saying a word; leaving my office door open.
It was up to me to figure out how to regain my composure before anyone saw me, or get myself together enough to get up and close the door, to give myself time to get dressed, brush my hair and freshen my makeup.
Sorry for the digression, but I wanted to let you know that I had no illusion that I was going to this party just to have drinks with a couple of handsome men. I knew I would end up giving a couple of blowjobs at the very least, and probably being fucked by one or both of them. My heart started racing just thinking about it!
Anyway...
My husband, Tom, was a little concerned. He knew they may be okay with an old married white woman, but the reception for her husband might not be as welcoming, and would probably be a little awkward for everyone.
