TYRONE'S 18TH BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
Tyrone was 14 when I first met him in my Home Room class. Physically striking with dark brown African skin, sparkling eyes and more mature and self confident than any of my students...a born leader. I'm Wendy, white, 43, a high school English teacher for 20 years in an inner city school.
At 17, Tyrone was already a man. Although we didn't talk much in our morning Home Room class over the last 3 years, I started noticing that he was always giving me elevator eyes and when I caught him....he just smiled. It became a little game we played during his Senior year. I must admit I started looking forward to it every morning.
I've been married for 17 years to Bob, an insurance broker , and have a good life. Bob and I are both adventurous, each with bisexual inclinations. In fact, we have enjoyed some discreet swinging, only with white couples, in recent years.
For most of my life I never really had any particular attraction to Black men. The interracial taboo was pretty strong in my social circles and my family would never condone it.
Lately, however, my feelings began to change a little but I never had the opportunity to act on it. Until Tyrone. I shared my feelings with my husband one night and it excited us both.....my being attracted to a young Black man. In fact, Bob and I played our little game of he pretending to be someone else in bed.....this time a young Black stud.
Tyrone became bolder as we neared his graduation in June, his 18th birthday not being until mid July. He would brush against me occasionally, stare and smile.
On graduation day, I discreetly gave Tyrone my private cell number and I told him that if he needed any career advice to feel free to contact me AFTER he turned 18 next month, at which time I might have a nice little present for him. He smiled, somewhat puzzled by my unusual overture. Anyhow, the seed had been planted and I counted the days until his 18th birthday, Saturday July 15th.
It rained that day and my husband Bob and I were both at home. Bob knew all about my overture to Tyrone and we wondered if he would call. At about 5pm, the phone rang. It was Tyrone, asking, in a sexy voice, all about the present that I promised him. I played a little coy while I fondled myself down below and Bob did the same to my shoulder and breasts.
I told Tyrone that he must visit me tonight, on his 18th birthday, to get it and I casually mentioned that I'd be alone because Bob was traveling on business all weekend. (Bob agreed beforehand that if Tyrone should visit this is the story we would tell him and Bob would stay at a motel that night).
Tyrone anxiously agreed to come over at 7pm and we hung up. Bob and I were both excited. We really wanted Bob to be there but were afraid that, at least for the first time, it would inhibit Tyrone. Anyhow, Bob and I started making out and I dropped to my knees and gave Bob some great head, but not to completion. He then left for the motel and I prepared for Tyrone's visit. We were both thrilled by the thought of Tyrone becoming my first Black lover.
I wore my sexy outfit designed to be removed piece by piece down to my black bra, garter and panties. 7pm came and went. It was dark out because of the rain. It was now 7:15pm and I thought he wasn't coming. Just then the doorbell rang. My heart leapt and I opened our discreet side door.
He looked so hot and sexy with his distinct African features and hard muscular body under his tight T-shirt. He wasn't shy at all. He boldly entered and looked around, taking ownership of his surroundings. Never touching, I offered him an ice tea and we sat...and just talked...each eyeing each others body. He took particular notice of my low cut outfit, that exposed more of my firm D cup breasts, certainly more than he ever saw at school.
I just smiled and we chatted, trying hard to keep my lust under control. All I could think about was that he was no longer my student, that he was now 18 years old.....and I'm all alone with him !!! Oh, how I waited so long for this moment, being alone with a Black stud 25 years younger than me !!
He told me how his birthday went and that he was sorry it was over, giving me his sexiest smile.
At that point, I put down my glass. I looked at him confidently and told him...Baby, your birthday is just beginning !!
I grabbed him passionately and buried my tongue in his mouth. Do u want this Married White pussy, Tyrone? DO U WANT ME !!.......OH YEAH MISS WENDY, I'M GONNA MAKE U MY BITCH !! OMG, my panties were soaked.
We tore our clothes off and I unleashed his 8 inch Black snake, something I never saw before. I kissed, licked, sucked and slurped it ferociously as it got harder and harder. I rode him cowgirl and took him missionary on the couch before going into my marriage bed where we SPENT 10 HOURS OF PASSIONATE LOVEMAKING. WE DID IT ALL, ME BEGGING HIM TO FUCK ME OVER AND OVER AND SLURPING UP 3 DELICIOUS BLACK LOADS.
He was dominant and in control at all times.....owning my White Married pussy. I couldn't even remember my husbands name.
And this is how it all began, 5 years ago, our life as a Black owned cuckold couple.
Written by Kathy. COMMENTS PLEASE.
At 17, Tyrone was already a man. Although we didn't talk much in our morning Home Room class over the last 3 years, I started noticing that he was always giving me elevator eyes and when I caught him....he just smiled. It became a little game we played during his Senior year. I must admit I started looking forward to it every morning.
I've been married for 17 years to Bob, an insurance broker , and have a good life. Bob and I are both adventurous, each with bisexual inclinations. In fact, we have enjoyed some discreet swinging, only with white couples, in recent years.
For most of my life I never really had any particular attraction to Black men. The interracial taboo was pretty strong in my social circles and my family would never condone it.
Lately, however, my feelings began to change a little but I never had the opportunity to act on it. Until Tyrone. I shared my feelings with my husband one night and it excited us both.....my being attracted to a young Black man. In fact, Bob and I played our little game of he pretending to be someone else in bed.....this time a young Black stud.
Tyrone became bolder as we neared his graduation in June, his 18th birthday not being until mid July. He would brush against me occasionally, stare and smile.
On graduation day, I discreetly gave Tyrone my private cell number and I told him that if he needed any career advice to feel free to contact me AFTER he turned 18 next month, at which time I might have a nice little present for him. He smiled, somewhat puzzled by my unusual overture. Anyhow, the seed had been planted and I counted the days until his 18th birthday, Saturday July 15th.
It rained that day and my husband Bob and I were both at home. Bob knew all about my overture to Tyrone and we wondered if he would call. At about 5pm, the phone rang. It was Tyrone, asking, in a sexy voice, all about the present that I promised him. I played a little coy while I fondled myself down below and Bob did the same to my shoulder and breasts.
I told Tyrone that he must visit me tonight, on his 18th birthday, to get it and I casually mentioned that I'd be alone because Bob was traveling on business all weekend. (Bob agreed beforehand that if Tyrone should visit this is the story we would tell him and Bob would stay at a motel that night).
Tyrone anxiously agreed to come over at 7pm and we hung up. Bob and I were both excited. We really wanted Bob to be there but were afraid that, at least for the first time, it would inhibit Tyrone. Anyhow, Bob and I started making out and I dropped to my knees and gave Bob some great head, but not to completion. He then left for the motel and I prepared for Tyrone's visit. We were both thrilled by the thought of Tyrone becoming my first Black lover.
I wore my sexy outfit designed to be removed piece by piece down to my black bra, garter and panties. 7pm came and went. It was dark out because of the rain. It was now 7:15pm and I thought he wasn't coming. Just then the doorbell rang. My heart leapt and I opened our discreet side door.
He looked so hot and sexy with his distinct African features and hard muscular body under his tight T-shirt. He wasn't shy at all. He boldly entered and looked around, taking ownership of his surroundings. Never touching, I offered him an ice tea and we sat...and just talked...each eyeing each others body. He took particular notice of my low cut outfit, that exposed more of my firm D cup breasts, certainly more than he ever saw at school.
I just smiled and we chatted, trying hard to keep my lust under control. All I could think about was that he was no longer my student, that he was now 18 years old.....and I'm all alone with him !!! Oh, how I waited so long for this moment, being alone with a Black stud 25 years younger than me !!
He told me how his birthday went and that he was sorry it was over, giving me his sexiest smile.
At that point, I put down my glass. I looked at him confidently and told him...Baby, your birthday is just beginning !!
I grabbed him passionately and buried my tongue in his mouth. Do u want this Married White pussy, Tyrone? DO U WANT ME !!.......OH YEAH MISS WENDY, I'M GONNA MAKE U MY BITCH !! OMG, my panties were soaked.
We tore our clothes off and I unleashed his 8 inch Black snake, something I never saw before. I kissed, licked, sucked and slurped it ferociously as it got harder and harder. I rode him cowgirl and took him missionary on the couch before going into my marriage bed where we SPENT 10 HOURS OF PASSIONATE LOVEMAKING. WE DID IT ALL, ME BEGGING HIM TO FUCK ME OVER AND OVER AND SLURPING UP 3 DELICIOUS BLACK LOADS.
He was dominant and in control at all times.....owning my White Married pussy. I couldn't even remember my husbands name.
And this is how it all began, 5 years ago, our life as a Black owned cuckold couple.
Written by Kathy. COMMENTS PLEASE.
5 years ago
