Naomi wanted a interracial sex with some African guy

By | January 10, 2017

I was feeling rather low. I had just celebrated my thirty-seventh birthday, if that is the right word for it. And I suspected my husband of nineteen years was having an affair.

I’d met his secretary, Tonya, and I can’t say I blamed him all that much. She was a curvaceous dark haired girl in her mid-twenties who was clearly devoted to him. It would have been a miracle if he could resist her, I thought.

I had also caught our gardener, Brad, giving my eighteen-year old daughter, Angela, the odd lustful look. He was a bit of a hunk, a handsome black stud with good manners who worked hard on our garden. My youngest daughter was a pretty, cheerful, warm-hearted girl, still developing physically. Her hair was mid-brown, lustrous and soft. She had the open innocent face of a child. Our eldest daughter, Naomi, was away at college and wouldn’t be home for the summer holidays for another month. At nineteen years of age Naomi was the beauty of the family. A lithe, golden-haired girl with pert breasts and that essentially female curve to her ass that gets men going. She was an absolute cracker, and I thought whoever nailed her would be a very lucky man indeed.

Sex between my husband and me had been great for many years after our early marriage. We had known each other from childhood, been together at high school and married when Matt finished at college. Lately, though, things seemed to have gone a bit stale. We had stopped experimenting after the first few years and had, like a lot of couples, dropped into a familiar routine. On other words we were in a rut, especially as far as sex was concerned.

That was the trouble, really, as there was no lack of affection between us on the surface. We had similar tastes, liked the same music, the same films and seldom argued about which TV program to watch when we spent an evening at home. On the surface our life seemed very even, regular, but the trouble was that that same evenness somehow got into our sex lives. Matt obviously wanted more and as I grew older, I began to have a craving for something new in our relationship, preferably before Matt went completely off the rails and ran off with that secretary – or someone else.

I had an old school reunion that Matt couldn’t attend. He was going away on a business seminar that very day.

I ended up going on my own as I looked forward to seeing some of our old friends and acquaintances. I had a new, rather lovely white satin gown that I had been waiting for an opportunity to wear. I had a hair-do that morning. My once blond tresses now needed an occasional rinse to lighten the roots. While I was out, I went shopping for new underwear because nothing I

had was white and I didn’t want things showing through my dress. That sort of thing wasn’t my style. So I bought white satin bra and panties, plus a garter belt and a new pair of nylons.

When I’d showered and dressed I felt wonderful, like a fairytale princess. I didn’t spoil it with too much make up, either. Just a little powder and lipstick with the smallest touch of eye-shadow.

I had a great time at the reunion. There was a band and several guys asked me up to dance. I was a bit rusty at first but soon got into the swing of things, especially as the girls, or I should say, women, I was with kept the drinks flowing steadily.

It was after eleven when I left, I realised I shouldn’t drive with so much drink in me so I called home to ask Angela to come and fetch me. There was no reply. After ringing three times I gave up and tried the only other number I had in my phone’s memory. That was Brad.

He immediately volunteered and was there within ten minutes. The drive home took fifteen minutes which just shows how fast he had driven to get me!

I thanked him profusely as I started looking for the door handle to get out of his car. He rushed round, opened the door and helped me out. H e saw me wobble a little as my legs got into gear. He held my arm and escorted me to the front door.

“Thanks again, Brad,” I said, “I don’t know what I should have done without you tonight.”

I gave him a kiss. I meant vaguely, to kiss him on the cheek but my aim wasn’t good and I kissed him on the mouth instead. His lips were soft against mine. We lingered a bit too long in that position and he began to move his mouth slightly over mine. It was like an electric shock! Suddenly our arms were around each other and we were kissing passionately, open mouthed.

Realising we were still outside the house, I reached for the key above the ledge where it was always kept. My fingers brushed against it and it fell to the ground. Brad picked it up, opened the door and ushered me in.

I didn’t know he had followed me inside the hall until he took my arm, swung me round and kissed me passionately again. It had been a very long time since I had enjoyed such a kiss. His soft lips parted and our tongues were in contact. I liked the slightly musky taste of him. I caught a glimpse of us in the hall mirror, me in white satin and him in a red singlet and faded jeans. We were an exciting contrast in every way.

He started stroking my breasts, his fingers playing lightly over the area where my nipples were. Even through two layers of material, they were beginning to stand out. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs.

‘This can’t be happening to me,’ I thought, ‘Surely I’m not going to do this with the gardener!’

My body wanted otherwise and with my inhibitions lowered by the alcohol, I could feel myself rubbing against the interesting and expanding lump in his groin..

He bent, picked me up like I weighed a few ounces and carried me up the stairs into the master bedroom. I expected him to unzip my dress and take it off, but he was in a bit of a rush. He dropped me on the bed, pulled my dress up to my waist and ripped my nice pretty new panties off. Before I had gathered my wits sufficient to protest, he had his cock in me.

Fortunately, I was already wet, so it slid in without much trouble. If there’s one advantage to having had kids, it’s how easy it becomes to take the biggest of cocks like Brad’s.

As he started humping me, I lost all interest in protesting. I was just so relieved to have a nice big hard cock in my cunt after what seemed like weeks. He was driving into me so hard and fast I knew he was about to come.

“I’m coming, Sarah,” he grunted, “I’m coming in your cunt.”

Whether I wanted it or not, it happened. Actually I was past caring. My only thought at that time was a desperate hope that he wasn’t a one-shot wonder. He wasn’t!

After a pause of only a few seconds, he started thrusting into me again. And what a relief that was, I don’t mind saying. Even now I still get excited thinking about how he brought me to a magnificent orgasm, a memory that I will always cherish.

The trouble was that as the after-tingle died down, I was shocked at what I had allowed to happen. If I had thought Matt was loyal to me I would never have gone along with it. Even so, I still felt a twinge of regret. I had one lover up till then and I thought it a pity that Matt and I couldn’t stay the course with just each other.

Then I heard a slight noise. My daughter, Angela, was standing in the open doorway. She put something on the dresser and walked over to the bed. Unbelievably, she was smiling.

“I caught you, naughty Mom,” she said, “Caught you and Brad on candid camera.”