I’m a Cheating Slut TRUE STORY

Hi folks, thanks for taking the time out to read my little story. This is my first time posting, and this occurrence happened many years ago. This is a true story. Though I remember it vividly in my dreams, we’ll see how well it transcribes to paper. So are you ready? Here we go….

This happened back in the summer of ’09. My husband and I just moved into our new house, and this particular day I was out weeding my flower bed.  Our neighbor’s son had come out to see his friend off. They were standing in the yard, chatting when his friend made some kind of lewd comment about me being bent over. I didn’t give it any thought, though I felt embarrassed and a bit shamed.  I continued on with my gardening, drowning out the rattle coming from his mouth.  A while later, just as I was finishing for the day, the neighbor boy 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 sat there thinking about the guy and his comment about my butt. What he wanted to do it and I was feeling flustered. At the time I was 36 and he had to be a shade over 18 years old and black. I had never before considered any romantic interest in black men. Not that it’s a race thing, just never considered it. Anyhoo, as I showered to get my daily grunge off of me, I thought more and more about what he said, and boy oh boy I was getting worked up. Reaching up and taking the shower head from the cradle, 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. It couldn’t have been 2 minutes before I had a body quake of an orgasm. Once my shower was over, I retreated to my bedroom to dress, though was very hard as my legs trembled from the high my 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 drifting away to torrid and lewd behavior. Thank the stars for that. It could had been dicey if my husband found out what I was thinking. You see, I have this quirk that I verbally utter my thoughts. Kinda like talking to myself.  So, here the week was ending and my husband talked about us doing more planting in the garden. It hit me, those thoughts back in my mind. Damn him. Damn that boy. Damn them both. I can’t describe how horny I got, just thinking about those young men leering at me. A overwhelming rush came over me. I needed another massive orgasm. As I feign interest in what my husband had in mind, I’m trying to be coy about my little Kegel exercises. I’m standing there “twitching” myself into another orgasm.  God I wanted to scream, most I could allow myself to do was moan in my mouth.

Friday finally arrived. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!! No more desk jockying. As I treked home, 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 thought about me back in my flower bed, on my knees and seeing that young man again. Would he visit his friend? Would he see me? What would he say to me this time? Those thoughts inundated my mind as I raced home. I couldn’t open the door fast enough and take care of business. I’m stripping down as I run to the bedroom. Hop on the bed and feverishy manipulate another mind blowing orgasm. This one came easily for me, giving me time to get composed and prepare dinner. As dinner cooked, my husband was still out, I had time to peruse the internet. Yes, you guessed it; Bi-racial porn. More specifically white women taking on black men. I wanted to see first hand how my visions were captured on film. The more I looked, watched and lusted, the hornier I got. My meek little self was losing all self control and seemingly my inhibitions.

Later on that night, I was reading a gardening how to book, thinking about how I could make this fantasy a reality. Yes indeed, a week has passed I have become obsessed of being the object of affection to a young black male. I wondered did I have the fortitude to go thru with it?  So I put a plan of action together. I would be out there in the shortest shorts I own. Giving a glimpse of my upper legs and see if he,they, are leg men as well. Thin, white tank top, to stick to my sweaty skin. No bra obviously. If the shirt becomes sheer from sweat, then I want him to see my boobs as well. I want to know if he likes big ones. Let me see if I can describe myself to you folks. I’m five foot nothing. I’m and the smaller end of thick. If that makes an ounce of sense. I’m have a big curvy butt and 42 DD chest. Long red hair and hazel blue eyes. Oh, I have an underbite, which has served me well. Wink wink nudge nudge. So, now I have a plan, I just need the courage to execute it. Yeah……………………right.

OK so it’s Saturday, and the weatherman has forecasted a day of extreme heat. Damn it!!!!!!!!! Red heads and sun are not the best of friends. So I had to start my planting early. Minutes seemed like hours, the hours seemed like eternity. OMG NO!!! my plans were dashed. He never showed. He didn’t come to see his friend. More importantly he didn’t come to see me. Damn I just can’t win. And that’s how my week went from Saturday morning until the next weekend. My lustful obsession 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. I made a mess of everything.  The upside to a screwed up week, was my husband had to take care of my needs. Someone had to. That boy never did.

OK another weekend shot. Rain all weekend. No gardening and certainly no public teasing is going to happen. And yes, he came to visit his friend that weekend. So I did my household chores, watched movies, and a lot of interracial porn. Oh and so many erotic stories, I got myself by. That’s kind of how I found this site many years later. I’m so addicted to erotic stories, I read one a day and have since that rainy weekend.  Online porn and short stories 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 following week, went by with no incident I’m happy to say. Things went well, my porn appetite was satiated, husband had been satisfied on many a night. Though a side effect I didn’t fore see. I was becoming more uninhibited. Yes, I had the obligatory lingerie. But it was simple stuff. Very “vanilla” as the term goes. I wanted it to be more daring. More adventurous. I wanted to look like the girls on film. So I picked up a few outfits here and there. Things that should remain “secret”.  Yes, a new Vanessa has been born. With the help of a stylist, new hair and makeup. New “slutfits” as I call them to complete the look. It’s a new me to be more alluring, and confident. Feels pretty damn good I must say.

The weekend came again, no rain, no gardening, but he came to see his friend again. Damn it!!! What to do, what to do? I want to prance, I want those “wolf whistles”. I want 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. Out the door I went. As  I took each step to the side of the house, I got more and more jittery. I’ve never cheated on anyone my whole life and here I was about to just give myself to a guy if he’d have me. What have I become? It’s the moment of truth now, as I round the corner to the side. I toss my hand tools to the ground, and beginning toying with the dirt. Not really doing anything to upset the garden, just a ruse. I’m outside for about an hour and finally he comes out. He’s heading to his car, when I hear those magical words. ” Damn baby I want some of that ass.” At that moment I felt all my energies drained. Those girlie butterfly feelings in the pit of my tummy and the snarky remark that followed. ” 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 want to see how this back and forth banter will play out.  Soon after, I hear the unmistakable shuffle of feet in the grass. He became bold and walked over to me. He begins 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. I play it off as a silly school girl. Laugh at his come ons and such. I did manage to find out his age. He had just turned 18. I had to see how far this would go. I let him know I’m old enough to be his mother. Which of course, that was like leading a horse to water. Seems like there’s a term called “MILF” and I guess I was one. 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 film. He was literally swelling in his jeans. I had to diffuse this and fast. We were getting carried away. It was what I wanted, seemed good at the time, but wrong time and place. 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.

My object of desire is young, black, and hung. If that’s not a dilemma, tell me what is. A white,married, mature, suburbanite  has lustful feelings for a high school boy. Damn in hindsight that’s messed up. Tuesday evening, I had pulled into my drive. The rain was falling something fierce. I was struggling with my keys, purse and bag of groceries, when I heard Frederick’s voice. He darted over to me, to help get me collected and out of the rain. Upon entering the house, I hear the shower running. I call out to my husband, that I’m home. Fred carried my groceries to the kitchen. I followed  checking out his form. Damn yummy. As I was putting them away, I thanked him for the help. Seductively swaying, like I was giving him a private dance, as I stowed my food. Opening the refrigerator door, I bent down to put the lettuce in the crisper that’s when he came up behind me ad pressed into by backside. There it was, it’s finally going to happen. We’re at the precipice and there’s no going back. 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.

I turned, righted myself and looked up at him. Gorgeous brown eyes. I never noticed how pretty they were. I tilted upwards and moved in for a kiss. He scooped my up and our mouths met. Tongues dancing within each others mouths. Ever aware that my husband may emerge from the shower, I whispered to Fred’s ear, we have to stop.  His hands on my body, mine discovering his. I’m biting my lip as he paws 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 break away telling him, that we need to find a place and time where we can meet. I give him my cell number and walk him to his car. By now the rain has become a lite drizzle, so not too bad to stand in it for a minute. As he is sitting in his car, I’m pressed against his door. I feel his hand go straight to my pussy. By now my panties are soaked sticking against me. But that uncomfortable feeling, is replaced by his hand rubbing me through my jeans. I instinctively widen my stance to give him better access. As we bid our farewells, I dash back in the house praying the neighbors didn’t see anything.

My evening was uneventful. After my indiscretion earlier, could a night watching reruns be anything but? Then I felt a jolt. My phone letting my know there was a text. A solitary question, 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 was a coworker. I am now a certified cheating black cock slut. And I LOVE IT!!! We exchanged dirty texts back and forth. Telling each other the details of our desires. Then the message I’ll never forget. He begged and begged for me to take a nude shot of myself. The texts back in forth were me telling him no and him getting bolder and bolder. The final one telling me, “Do it you dirty white bitch. I wanna see those fat titties”! Oh damn! Those words were just the coaxing I needed. I am a dirty white bitch. I am now his bitch. 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 hours later, I got several images on my phone of him and “all his glory”. If Adonis is black, his name is Frederick. A chiseled 6’2″ frame. Covered in, I guess would be bad tattoos, or jail house ink. Ripped abs, muscles from here to Olympus and the biggest, hardest, black cock I have had the privilege of seeing. Then again it was my first one.

Not to be outdone, nor shy away, I slid off to the bathroom. I snapped several pics of me in various poses, including closeups. I wanted him to see what he was gonna have. This body soon was his. I sent them all to him, for his approval. He evidently approved, because he told me he jerked himself off at my pictures. I was now fully at ease with the situation. I was elated. I took my seat back next to my husband, thinking why don’t I feel this way with him?  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. Damn!!! Monday, too far away for me to think clearly, yet enough time for me to get things in order. Or back out if need be. It’s going to be a long 5 days.

Finally Monday has come. For the few days prior, I was setting aside articles of clothing I may want to wear. I wanted to be sexy for him. By this time, I have all but forgotten I was married. The morning dragged on and on. The hands of the office clock were moving at a snail’s pace. When lunch time finally came, I could drive fast enough to get home. And when I did, there he was parked in his friend’s driveway. 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 it was all clear, I rang him telling him to come on.

I let him in and quickly shut and locked the door. I no sooner turned and said ” SO”, that he picked me up and kissed me hard on the mouth. Again those “butterfly feelings” in my tummy and lust in my heart. As he carried me down the hallway to the bedroom, I was trying to shimmy out of my clothes. We didn’t have a lot of time, and I didn’t want to waste it. As he put my down on the ground, I was stripping as fast as I could. Everything was off in a flash. I remembered thinking other than my doctor, and of course Frederick is the first man who’s seen me naked in a great while. In a flash he was undressed, though left his socks on. God I hate that. And true to the pictures he was magnificent. We resumed our embrace and kissed a while longer before I was shoved down to my knees.

I was now face to face with his massive penis, it’s eye winking at me. Looking up at him with apprehension, I wrapped my dainty hand around it. Boy oh boy, I could barely get my fingers around half of the girth. It was wide, thick, pulsating and all mine. Looking once more at him, I took my first taste. At first, pursing my lips over the tip. Letting my tongue tease around the head. Slowly taking more and more in. Finally getting my mouth around it, albeit uncomfortable, I did my best to give his cock a blowjob. It was sloppy at first, and I do give good oral. It’s just so big hard to find a technique that worked. Luckily for my forementioned underbite, my tongue can slip out easy. So, I’m sucking and sucking, my tongue lapping the underside. My hands gripping his thighs as he groans in pleasure. He’s standing above me, his hands on the back of my head pushing me into him, and me trying not to choke. Is that was asphyxiation is? Choking on a black teen’s cock? I continue sucking, and jerking him as I take him in, though I had to stop. My jaw was hurting. He helped me to my feet and I hopped on the bed.

I lay there on my married bed, sprawled out about to enjoy my new lover. At this point I have no shame. I don’t care anymore. Frederick is the one I want. I want him morning, noon, night. Everyday, all day. Forget about my husband. I’m laying there, pulling at him to mount me. My fingers intertwined in his. Me tugging him down, reminding him, we don’t have a lot of time. We kiss, we lick, we nibble, we bite. He works his way down, my legs hooked over his shoulders like stir-ups. He’s eating me, literally. He’s biting on my clit and chewing. My heels digging in his shoulders, I have never felt that and God I’m loving it. He continues to gnaw on me. I’m bucking, tossing around like that girl in the “Exorcist”. I scream at the top of my lungs, “God Damn It Fuck Me”!  He slithers up, and presses his cock at my opening. I ask him if he brought a condom, to which he said “no”. The next words frightened me and delighted me. He said ” he wants me pregnant with his kid”. That was what done me in. I pushed myself into him, taking everything he had in one push. Let me tell ya, it hurt like hell. I screamed and tears welled in my eyes. After getting used to the feeling, I began to enjoy the pummeling. For a high school boy, he had control. He knew exactly what he was doing and what he was doing to me. I writhed on the bed, pushed to meet his thrusts and took the fucking I have never had. My arms hooked under his, pulling him down on me. Wrapping my legs around him, I let him assault my pussy. The whole time, fearful that I didn’t get pregnant. Though I do love my husband, just the sex with him is a zero compared to Frederick and his cock, I like my life. I remembered praying, “Please don’t get me pregnant”. As he hammered away on me, I felt him tense up and empty every ounce inside me.

Ugh it was over. And damn, my pussy was sore. I felt Frederick’s cum ooze out. Leaking out onto the bed spread. We again embraced and kissed for a while longer before I told him I had to get back to work. I promised him, we can do this again IF he remained silent. No one can know. He swore he’d never tell, which I found out later was a lie. We dressed, said our goodbyes, and he went on to his car. I stayed around for a bit to tidy up and try to conceal any evidence. Including the cum stained bed spread.  I’m leaving my home, and yes with his cum still leaking out, to find him still parked. His car had died. I offered him a lift home since he didn’t live too far from my work. When we got to his neighborhood, was a mountain of projects. I bet I  was the only white girl in a 2 mile radius. All the people that were outside, staring at the white woman with the black teen in her car. I’m sure they knew exactly what happened. Upon arriving at his apartment building, I couldn’t help notice, and STARE at all those delicious black men.  We hugged and kissed bye, told him I will text him later on.  He entered his building and I sat in my car lusting.

OK folks, there you have it. That’s my little true story. Sorry there wasn’t a lot of descriptive sex for ya, but I figured seen one couple fuck, it’s pretty much the same across the board.  As the title says, I am a cheating slut. Married 14 years now, and to my knowledge he doesn’t suspect a thing. As you can figure, I didn’t get pregnant though I did learn a valuable lesson. To remain in this lifestyle, in which I adore so much, CONDOMS will be used each and every time. I have had about a hundred interludes through the years and welcome more. If you want to know more email me vk_logan@yahoo.com I live in Dallas, so you need to live here or visit here. I’m not coming to you  ;-)