The Lonely Housewife and the HS Boyz

I’m Marsha, a suburban, bored housewife. I am told that I am attractive, short, with a 34 B chest and long brown hair. Up until a few months ago, I worked in a small business office but was laid off. Being nearly 60, I decided to retire and volunteer at local agencies.

I was a virgin when I got married, and most of the time, I was the faithful mother and wife. In the last 3-4 years, I found myself in a few affairs. They were intense, but I decided to stay in my marriage, so they were short-lived. However, when one ended, it seemed I was looking for the next. Maybe I needed the excitement of a new lover. All but one was with married men my age or older.

The exception was with two high school seniors, football jocks, tall, lean, muscular, surprisingly dominant. And black.

My husband Phil is a good man, but our sex life started to decline years ago. Maybe he was having an affair, but somehow, I doubt it. Once I had my first affair, maybe I just gave up trying to seduce him. He works hard as an executive for a moderate-sized company and is an assistant High School Football and Baseball coach.

It was in that role that he hired two sturdy boys from the varsity football squad to break up an old concrete patio and do some other odd jobs in our yard. Most of the time, he was home working in his office. One day, the boys took off their shirts. I was peeking out the window; they were so lean and muscular, even the sweat on the dark skin looked sexy. I stared at their young black bodies through a small gap in one of the bedrooms. More than once, the boys looked over and smiled. I quickly retreated, embarrassed.

I thought, “My goodness, Marsha, they are younger than our son.”

Then I would go to a different room and look their way again. I should mention that my last sexual experience was over 6 months ago. Yes, I was horny.

I saw Phil go outside, and he told them to put their shirts back on, telling them a lady was present. Damn, can’t I have fun?

The next day, my husband was called away to the main office. I was in the house when one of the boys came to the back door, asking for some water. Both were standing there, shirtless, sweat glistening on their muscular dark bodies.
I gave them a pitcher of cold water, and they thanked me, heading back to the concrete.

I wondered: did they know the effect they had on me? They had to have noticed me checking out their bare chest. And they clearly took their shirts off because a lady was present. And Phil was away.

I couldn’t keep away from the window, peeking like a young schoolgirl. My fingers were buried in my wet pussy. Bad girl, I was partially hoping my husband would come home before I did something I might regret. Or maybe not regret.

I knew they were close to finishing and would be gone tomorrow. I was wondering which past lover would take my call; I needed cock bad. I know, so unladylike.

The yard was quiet, and I didn’t see the boys. Then I heard a splash coming from our pool. I peeked out a different window, and they looked like two young boys splashing and playing in the pool, so innocent. I noticed their clothes were piled by the side and wondered if they brought bathing suits. Yet, I realized they did not, and … oh my goodness, they must be naked in the water.

My pussy ached, and I thought I should not be thinking these thoughts. Mrs. Robinson, anyone. They were legal age, but they also were on my husband’s football team. Then I thought that they would not want an older woman, like me. Would they?

Damn, I slipped off my panties and put on a sundress. I went down to the kitchen and warmed up some slices of pizza and brought a tray outside with cold soda. I could feel my pussy, so wet and wanting.

On the pool deck, one of the young men, Marcus, said, “Sorry Ms. Greene, hope you didn’t mind we jumped in the pool.”

When I said it was cool, the other man, Brian, said, “Why don’t you join us? I mean it’s your pool.”

I hesitated, and Marcus added, “We saw you looking.”

He started to walk into the shallow area, and I could see through the water that he was naked and looked to be quite large. Brian walked to him, and my inhibitions disappeared; my brain was spinning, and my pussy was aching. If my pussy could talk, she wanted those young stud black cocks deep inside her.

They were both smiling; they had clearly seduced women before and were so confident for such a young age. I pulled off my sundress and waited for their rejection. Instead, one of them said, “You are a hot mama, ohhh yesss. Us n boys want your sexy body.”

Here goes; there is no turning back. I entered the water, and the two men immediately came over and surrounded me. They were much taller than me, so I was up against their chest, my hands exploring their muscles. They immediately began to fondle my breasts and caress my thighs. Shock waves of pure pleasure ran through my body. I knew that this was where I wanted to be, being taken by these two hot black men. I looked at their hands on my chest; the contrast was amazing. I could see why white women fantasize about black men, so taboo and so erotic.

One of them took my hand and placed it on his cock. It was humungous, so thick and long. And hard, with a full mushroom cockhead. My tiny hand could not fully hold this incredible man.

I reached my hand for the other cock, and it was nearly the same.

I figured they were easily three inches longer than my husband's and much thicker. I had a brief affair with one man, who was nearly as long but not as thick. Most others were at or below seven inches. This was going to be an experience.

They moved me towards the shallow end of the pool, and I saw their magnificent cocks for the first time, about the water. They were erect, their lengthy cocks pointing straight out, waiting for my mouth.

I felt pressure on the back of my head, “Suck this ‘n’ cock, bitch.”

You don’t have to tell me twice; I knelt and started my usual process of taking cock, slow and seductive. Marcus had his own idea; with a firm grip on my head, he plunged his shaft hard and deep, eliciting a gag and moan. He wanted to fuck my mouth, no need for subtleties.

The boys, it was hard to think of them as men; they lacked any finesse when it came to intimacy. They seemed in a hurry to devour their white married lady. I didn’t mind; I loved their raw, unbridled energy. In time, they would learn, but for now, I was just a married white fuck toy. They were hungry, and I was too. So, this is how it plays out; I am ok with this. I felt completely submissive and hung on for the ride.

I tilted my head back and didn’t gag quite so much. I remember a lover teaching me how to take his nine-inch cock, yet he was not as thick as these boys. In and out, his hands kept my head still. I tried to lick his cockhead, but he was already pushing it deep again.

I heard Brian say, “Fuck that white mouth, fuck in hard n.”
Then Brian added, “Hey Bro, let me get that bitched mouth.”

Marcus slowly withdrew and stroked his cock while Brian repeated the same technique: fuck mouth hard and fast. Marcus reached down and out two fingers in my pussy, and I felt my first strong orgasm. Brian felt my body shake and fucked my mouth harder.

Then, I tasted his precum. Most of my past lovers would try to hold off their climax, edging me, but for Brian, it was “go time”.

He groaned and moaned, then urged me on, “Swallow my n seed bitch, you want it, don’t you, bitch.”

I couldn’t answer, but yes, give it to me. His body stiffened, and he pulled my hair and his cock got thicker. I felt the seed flowing up his shaft. It was going to be a major climax.

And it was! It was like drinking from a fire hose. Spurt after spurt. I lost count, but clearly more than any man I have experienced. His first spurts went down my throat, since he was already deep in my mouth. Then he withdrew, and the last spurts came on my tongue.

When he finally finished, I licked his cockhead and shaft clean. He withdrew, his cock still hard, slapping me in the face with it. Then Marcus pulled my head towards his aching cock. I was already out of breath. I had never experienced group sex, and especially not with these powerful boys.

Marcus was a repeat of Brian’s performance. My jaw was sore, my mouth worn out, yet I had another orgasm when I watched his amazing black cock go into my mouth. I hung on, taking their derogatory comments and occasional spanking. Why do men think this is a turn-on? But it wasn’t hard, and I felt his fingers reach for my pussy after.
I was already thinking of how their cocks would feel taking me, taking my pussy. That’s when the next torrent of hot, gooey, somewhat tart seed began to fill my mouth. I wish I knew how much these boys came; they certainly would fill a beer glass.

When they were finished, they were nice, saying, “Damn, Mrs Greene, you suck good.”

They asked if I ever had a n cock, and I told them no. I figured while they were talkative, I asked, “You boys ever been with a married white lady before?”

Both grinned, “Yea, we like fucking white.”

Marcus added, “My dad thinks we deserve fucking the white man women.”

I had heard this said before. Part of me wanted to agree, being the liberal pro-BLM kind of lady.

I asked one other question, “Who did you fuck, your first?”

The boys lacked any kind of discretion, and Marcus said it was his homeroom teacher, Mrs. Rachel. Brian added, “Yea, she loved us ners.”

While I let the thought of Mrs. Rachel linger, I recalled he was my son’s teacher too. She was older than me, and two years ago, she retired. I wanted to know more, but I felt a powerful deep in my pussy.

I took the boy's still amazing hard cocks in my hands and led them to my bedroom. I said, “I can't let this opportunity pass by.” The boys grinned as we entered the bedroom. I asked, “How do you want me, young sirs. I am all yours.”