15 comments/ 117663 views/ 25 favorites Desperate Housewife By: me_thestoryteller I guess my story is a common one, told by millions of unappreciated wives about their boring and uneventful lives. This is my story and how I came to terms with a husband who grew tired and cool towards me after eighteen years of marriage. Perhaps my writing this is my way to state for the record the events as they occurred. My name is Judith Mason and I'm forty-two years old. I'm married to Keith Mason, a fifty-year-old account executive for a large advertising agency in the city. We have two children...David, our eighteen-year old son and Sarah, our sixteen-year old daughter. Sarah is attending a college preparatory school upstate and comes home for the weekends when she is able. She has a car and it's only an hour's drive home and she does have her cell phone just in case. David is preparing to go off to college in the fall...on a full athletic scholarship. He's a talented kid when it comes to sports...you name it...he excels at it. To earn extra money for college, David is working as a lifeguard down at the municipal pool during the summer. We live in a converted century old farmhouse on a five-acre piece of land in the country. I work full time as an illustrator for pre-teen and children's books and have my studio just off the kitchen and next to the laundry room. I make a good living and with the salary Keith brings home, we live a comfortable upscale life. But money isn't my problem...the lack of romance and passion from my husband is. Keith just doesn't seem sexually interested in me any more and on top of that, he's become more cold and aloof towards me lately. It's almost as if he's shutting me out of his life. At first, our marriage started out like a fairy tale...full of romance and passion, travel and experiences. After a three week whirlwind courtship we got married, but everything seemed to change three years ago...when my husband turned forty-seven and I was thirty-nine. Now I live in the real world, that of a sexually neglected and unloved wife, but it wasn't what I expected...I expected the happy ever after. It's not that I'm unattractive, because I'm not...I'm a very attractive woman. I'm a tall and lanky 5'8", 36-26-36 with nice, round 36DD breasts and I tip my scale at 132 lbs...if that. I have long blonde hair and big blue eyes and any man worth his salt would love to have me in their bed. I'm just your typical soccer mom...my family and a sound home life comes first while my needs...well, they come a far second. As women, we are givers and the heart of the family unit and like every wife and mother, I knew this when I got married...that's just the way it is. I just don't know why Keith is so cold to me because I didn't do anything that would cause him to be that way. At first, I assumed he was going through a mid life crises and he would eventually snap out of it...but he didn't, even though I made many intimate advances. We now sleep in separate beds...how's that for spurning me sexually? Then I thought Keith was involved in a sordid love affair because of all the gorgeous young women he comes into contact with every day. You know the types...fashion models...female ad execs...creative flat chested gals and those horny artistic types...not to mention the many available and so willing college interns with their perky tits and slender legs. My husband has plenty of opportunities to have an affair because he is very handsome and down right charming...when he wants to be. I mean, if I were a gold digging bitch without any scruples, I would be after him too. Then I thought, "Maybe Keith's a latten gay?" There are many attractive gay men working for him. Now, I was grabbing at any theory that would explain his cooling off romantically and sexually. However, what was also confusing to me about his behavior was his jealous nature towards me. He would go out of his way to confront me at some party we were attending and accuse me of flirting with male guests...in front of everyone. My God, I couldn't even talk to anyone, knowing that he was watching me, which made me very uncomfortable. I felt our friends must have thought I was a snob...because I'm not. Given the chance, I'm a warm and caring woman when I'm around people and away from my husband's influence. So, all these red flags were signaling me, telling me that something wasn't right with our so called happy marriage. I didn't know what to do...to be honest. We even went to marriage therapist for a few months to resolve our problems, but that went nowhere. However, I knew this situation couldn't continue for much longer...a drastic change was needed and I'm going to be the one that has to change it. About six months ago, I began seriously "sizing" up other men...unbeknownst to Keith of course. If he knew I was doing this...he would beat the shit out of me or worse. Wherever I went, I was looking at men, young and old, age really didn't matter and rating them on my unofficial "Yuk" scale. From 1 to 10...a village idiot even rated a 1...while a sexy well-hung jock rated a resounding 10. One handsome stud caught my eye down at the supermarket...he was definitely a 10. I was doing the weekly grocery shopping when I backed into the guy with my back. I was backing up so I wouldn't have to go down an aisle I already been down. I turned and said, "Oh...sorry. I didn't see you standing there. Please forgive me?" He smiled and said, "You're forgiven. Better here than out on the highway?" I cracked a smile and agreed. I don't know why I was flushed in the face and my heart was suddenly beating faster. "I just bumped into the guy...that's all." I told myself as if I was suddenly caught in an illicit love affair. However, he smiled and introduced himself, "I'm Clark...Clark Tyson...and you are...? "Judith...Judith Mason...pleased to meet you. Soooo, you shop here much? I don't think I ever seen you in here before?" "No...this is my first time. I just got back from the west coast and I'm in the process of moving in and restocking my pantry." "Are you a salesman?" A salesman? Why would I assume this gorgeous male animal was a salesman? My usually levelheaded brain was shooting out sentences that didn't make sense. Clark smiled and revealed, "No...I'm a freelance writer. I just bought the old Higgins place out on Bear Creek road." I nodded and had to admit, "We live on Pine Tree Road...not far from you. My family and I live on a five acre parcel that used to be the old Jones farm that was subdivided for development." Clark smiled, obviously making small talk...asked, "Have you lived there long?" "Yes, just about ten years. Um, I'm a children's book illustrator and working in the city was to distracting for me, so we bought the farm and lived there ever since." Clark looked at his watch and said, "Well...it was nice bumping into you...Judith, but I must be on my way. Have a nice day." I smiled and went the other way to continue my shopping. Soon I was done and loading the groceries into my Navigator. On my way home, but couldn't get Clark out on my thoughts. He was very attractive...thirty-something I guess, but oh how he was put together. Clark was a definite 10 on my unofficial "Yuk" scale. Sandy brown hair...soft brown eyes and a body...oh my God...like a freakin Greek statue. To think my husband and Clark are both males...there's no comparison. However, I have to be fair...Keith is still a good-looking, distinguished man...a 7 or an 8 maybe? But then again, Keith is fifty to Clark's thirty-something. Somewhere along the way, Keith went from passionate lover to being a passionless man in less than five years. I was jolted from my deep thoughts by the sound of the garage opener and David, my son knocking on my window. I smiled and rolled down the window and said, "Hi David...home from school so soon?" My son rolled his eyes and said, "Hi mom, but school's been over for two months now. I just got home from my summer job down at the municipal pool? Helloooo?" I guess a Little background concerning my son is in order. Since graduating from high school, my son has been living on his own with our blessing at our lakeside cottage for the past two months and loving it. No mom to hound him I guess. David and we agreed that he should experience living on his own as a way to prepare him for college life. However, David has been our "house guest" for the past week because the cottage was being fumigated and it would take almost a month to fumigate it properly. We bought a sixty-year-old cottage that apparently unknown to us at the time was full of termites, carpenter ants, wasps and bees...the price we pay for living at the lake. If I knew it was so infested...I would have never spent so many weekends there because I hate bugs. Anyway, we had planned to have this pest control job done during August and then take a two-week Caribbean cruise to coincide with our eighteenth wedding anniversary. David wanted to stay behind and work at his summer job to help pay for college, but he was going to leave for college before Labor Day while Keith and I were still on our cruise. Soooo, we told David he could stay for the remainder of August at our house as long as he didn't have any wide parties. At first I was cool to the idea, but my son is a good boy. However, plans do change and we had to cancel our eighteenth wedding anniversary Caribbean cruise because Keith was in the middle of a major advertising campaign and couldn't risk being away for two weeks...with me I guess. Talk about a blow to my self-esteem. I snapped out of my thoughts and apologized, "Forgive me David. My mind must be a million miles away. Is your father home yet?" David shook his head and gave me the first of two messages he received, "Sarah is going on a class trip to New York City to see a play and said to tell you not to expect her this weekend." "I guess that'll be alright...Sarah does love the theater. Um, what was the second message?" I asked as I looked through my bag for my cell. "Dad is still at work, but he did leave a message saying that he might not be home tonight. Some kind of all nighter brain session...that ad campaign he's been working on." I nodded and squeezed the steering wheel tightly, cursing my cold unfeeling workaholic husband under my breath, then drove into the garage and parked. David was waiting and offered to help with the groceries. I did need help...actually. I opened the rear hatch and handed David two bags and said, "You better let me wash your swimming trunks...I'm doing a wash later. That chlorine is bad for clothes and your skin...so take a shower before you get dressed." My son flashed me a smile and said, "You sound just like my boss." I accepted that as a compliment and said, "Well, as long as you're living under my roof...I am still your mom...till the end of August and the rest of your life." I watched as David carried our groceries into the house...still wearing his swimming trunks and sweatshirt. For an eighteen year old, he looks so much more mature than other boys his age. He looks more like a man than the tall, gawky boy I raised. For the life of me, I don't know how these kids get to be so tall and mature looking. Then again, I'm very tall but my husband, Keith isn't...he's 5'10" now so perhaps my side of family's DNA is the deciding culprit. My David is very tall and gawky 6'2" and weighs around two hundred pounds and my daughter Sarah is 5'6" and she's just sixteen and still growing. I just hope she doesn't get any taller. I know when I was in high school...it was tough getting dates who were taller than me. I was four inches shorter than my husband when we got married, but as we aged gracefully, he could no longer claim that he was 6' even." I can now look him right in the eyes when I wear my low heel pumps. I must admit that my son is very handsome young man and any girl would be happy to him as their main squeeze. I guess I'm guilty of fantasying about my son...well incest in my heart anyway. I wonder if most mothers have these feelings about their handsome sons, but I do realize that incest is a taboo subject and would never come up in everyday conversations. By nature, I'm very conservative, but having these secret taboo thoughts did make me a bit uneasy. After all, I was the perfect soccer mom...hauling my son and his friends to their sporting events when he didn't have a car...going to PTA meetings...helping out at charity bake sales. I was happy in my little protected world for the most part...aside from any romance in my lonely life. But to think about my son sexually and I can honestly say that I very much doubt if I could ever do something so sick and perverted as to make love to my own son. Maybe reading all those erotic romance novels put the idea in my head in the first place? But yet, here I am in a loveless marriage...a marriage that is headed on a fast track toward self-destruction and nothing I can do about it. No one on my side of the family ever got a divorce...we stuck with our men until one of us dies. My two sisters have happy marriages and I get pretty annoyed at them sometimes. Here I was the one who married a big wheel in the advertising game while they married common tradesmen...but they seem happier. Wealth and living the good life doesn't always guarantee happiness. Perhaps I'm too hard on myself. My family does not air out their dirty laundry in public as a rule. I never heard my sisters argue with their spouses, but then, I don't know what goes on behind closed doors. For all I know...they might fight like cats and dogs...but they never show it. With the groceries put away, I went up to my bedroom to change into my grubbies and relax for the rest of the day. Today was my day off from my illustration job and I was going to take full advantage of it. First on my agenda was run a wash and maybe later, do some cleaning and if there's time, I'll do a little gardening. I made the rounds of the clothes hampers in my bedroom and the bathroom and since the door to David's bedroom was partly open, I absentmindedly went in without knocking and caught my son lying on his bed...totally naked and in the heated throws of masturbation. He saw me and said while covering up a bath towel, "Damn it...mom...don't you ever knock?" "Oh David...I'm so sorry. I just came in to unload your hamper. I'm doing the wash?" David rolled his eyes and waited for me to unload his hamper. I couldn't make eye contact with him and maybe that was for the best. I was more embarrassed that he was. As far as I can remember, I never talked to David about the birds and the bees and I had to wonder if Keith gave him the talk. But knowing my workaholic husband...he probably couldn't fit David into his busy schedule. I quickly unloaded David's hamper, averting my eyes away from him and was ready to leave when he said, "Sorry mom...I guess I was embarrassed...seeing you suddenly and all. Um, can we talk?" "Sure David. What's on your mind?" I put down my clothesbasket and faced him. He seemed overly distraught and I couldn't imagine what he wanted to talk about. I prayed to God it wasn't about sex and getting some poor girl pregnant. However, it was plainly obvious that my son had been pleasuring himself for a long time and I said with a bit of nervous hesitation, "Um...um, so how long has this been going on?" David looked agitated, but forthcoming with his admission, "Since we were fourteen." "Since we were fourteen? May I ask who we are?" "Some of my friends and I got curious about sex and learned how to masturbate. They teach it in sex education you know." "Honestly I didn't know. Soooo, that's what my taxes are paying for? Hmmmm...I don't like that." I nodded and shrugged my shoulders, but it was a little unnerving to find out my son masturbated with his friends. I wanted to know what else they were doing and I forced a non-threatening smile and asked, "I know you said that they taught it in sex education, but who actually taught you boys to do that? Please be honest with me David...I promise your father will never know. However, I'm your mother and I have a right to ask you, but if this concerns others in any way, well, I have every right to know." "Geeze mom...no one showed us how to do it...it's a guy thing. We seem to know how to do it...we just pick it up." I guess David was right. I learned how to masturbate when I was around fourteen or fifteen...I think? I really don't remember now. Whether it's a dick or a pussy, its just natural compulsion to put one's own hand down there and explore. Many a night, when Keith worked late, I satisfied myself with my hand or a ten-inch dildo that I kept hidden in my panty drawer. My jealous and cold husband would go ballistic if he ever knew I had it...and that I used it often. I loved my latex friend more than I did Keith sometimes...it was always available to me. As we talked, my son was becoming more and more open about sex. I mean, he was so knowledgeable and I was beginning to wonder if he was still a virgin. Suddenly, I had visions of my son humping some hapless girl under the stadium bleachers and getting her pregnant. That's where I lost my virginity...under the stadium bleachers after a football game. I was feeling sick to my stomach and I took a deep breath and asked, "When did you loose your virginity? Um, you'll have to tell me sooner or later because I'm your mom and it's my business. I just don't want you to ruin your life that's all... so sue me because I care. Soooo...are you a man or not?" "Mom...I'm only eighteen...old enough to be a man...but, well...you know...things don't always work out the way they should. If it'll ease your mind...Um, I'm still a virgin...mom." I almost blushed and for me...that's saying a lot. I don't blush easily and to find out my son was still a virgin...well...that's a big relief. Heck, David and his friends could play their flutes whenever they felt like it and no harm done. My David and a few of his friends that I did know were jocks...football and baseball...you name it, they were naturals at it. Yet, I was seeing more red flags and suddenly, I was sick to my stomach again. My son and his friends had to be gay. They had to be. I patted David on the arm and said in a reassuring way, "Being gay is not the end of the world...David. Your uncle Darrin is gay and I love him to bits." David sat straight up and said with some agitation in his voice, "Who said anything about being gay? We're not gay...we're just not lucky when it comes to girls...Mom." I was taken aback by his sudden defense of his staunch heterosexuality and said, "I'm sorry David...but you're eighteen years old and not a single female conquest to brag about...what was I to think? Don't get me wrong...I'm relieved to find out that you're not sexually active. I don't want you messing up a bright future that lies ahead of you." David sighed and said, "Me neither mom...I don't want to screw up my life because I want to go to college and then the NBA. Thanks for being concerned...most parents I know wouldn't even take the time to have this talk." I smiled because I sensed that I was getting through to him. I had to ask, "Then what is the problem...David? If you don't want to talk about it now...maybe later...I'll understand. I'm your mom and a friend who is interested in your well-being. As you go through life you'll find out that everyone is not your friend and won't be looking out for you well being." David laid back down and sighed again...revealing, "I understand mom, but I need to confide in someone other than my goofy friends or dad who can be very judgmental. I have no one to talk to except you...or my buddies and they can be a bunch of pigs. The truth is...I'm afraid of girls. I mean...not in a weird way...mom. I just get all choked up when I talk to them. I never seem to have anything to talk about except sports...nothing that is interesting to them." I smiled with an understanding nod and said, Desperate Housewife "Here's a little secret David...most girls like to be complimented on their looks. Forget the sports and caveman tactics...just talk to them about them." "Really? Just talk to them...about them?" "Right...flatter and sweet talk the girls...they'll bite...believe me. Look how you talking to me and I'm your mother no less." David smiled and slowly inched up his bath towel...admitting, "It's easy to talk to you mom...because...because I always had a thing for you. I think you're soooo hot." My heart must a skipped a beat just then. Suddenly I was blushing from his candid revelation about me, and now I was looking at a cock that had to be eight inches long. I haven't David's privates since he was twelve and I took him to the doctors for an examination and I haven't seen another man's cock since the last time Keith and I made love. David just smiled and was probably gauging my reaction...to see how far he could push me. And he was pushing me...big time. "David...I'm your mother. Where in God's good earth did you get such a crazy idea?" David shrugged his shoulders and revealed, "From my friends. They think you're hot...very hot. We were drinking one night down at the reservoir with some of the other guys and we got on the subject of hot, sexy women and someone mentioned you. I can't remember who mentioned you...it was two years ago. Well, I guess I must have had a little more than I should have and said to them, "My mom is a hottie...that's true, but she's not into sex or that kinky stuff. She's just a regular mom." Then we were onto something else and I don't remember what after that. I must have gone home...it was very late." If David his friends had the hots for me, I never even saw the warning signals. Every time they were over to my house and I was serving them milk and cookies...they were lusting after me and thinking about me sexually? Perhaps screwing my brains out during a gangbang...if given the chance? This was certainly an earthshaking revelation to say the least and I had to wonder where in the Hell was my motherly radar? I never noticed David's hand inching its way up my back under my tee shirt and subtly unfastening the two hooks of my bra...with just one hand. It was then I realized that my son had more experience than he was admitting to. I should have said no way, but I couldn't. I knew I always that I had deeply buried passions for my handsome, well built son...but to suddenly have them pulled to the surface...now...this very moment? I suddenly found myself under David's seductive spell as I hesitantly pulled my tee shirt up over my head and allowed my lose bra to slip off my shoulders. My ample DD breasts jiggled and bobbled into view and soon two strong hands were fondling and caressing them. Someone other than my emotionally cold hubby was now appreciating my tits. David was now arousing me in a way I never thought possible. I don't exactly know when, but I had his eight-inch cock in my hand and jerking him off vigorously. All I knew was the moment and that I wanted it...I wanted it bad. My hand slid up and down the object of my now enveloping lust and passion. I stroked David until he was stiff and then took his spear of Eros and deep throated him. It felt odd at first...a big dick deep down my throat, but yet, I was enjoying it. I never deep throated my husband's cock...not in the eighteen years we were married. Keith was a puritan when it came to sex and we always did it the old-fashioned way...or doggie style if he was in the mood. I sucked David's cock for nearly half an hour until my legs started cramping up and I suggested as I removed my shorts and panties, "Would you like to pleasure me now...suck on my hottie mom's pussy?" I didn't have to ask twice. Soon I was flat on my back on David's small bed and spreading my thighs wide. Then my son did what I always fantasized him doing...sucking my pussy like a sex starved pervert. To say my son was a natural would be an understatement...he knew exactly how to please a woman...this woman. He sucked my bean-sized clit for all it was worth and then some. My orgasm...one of many was soon realized...I exploded. My pussy juice flooded into his young, hungry mouth and the look in his eyes spoke volumes to me. For almost hour, David pleasured me in a way that Keith could never hope too. Even my dildo friend palled in comparison to a live vibrant cock. My husband never did me orally...not that I could ever remember. I think I would remember that. Again, my orgasm hit me like a Mack truck. Again, David looked up and smiled...the look of love I think...or just plain animal lust. That's when I had to have him completely and said, "Please fuck my pussy...baby. Fuck me long and hard. Knock my juicy pussy over the fence for a homerun." David didn't say a word. He just repositioned himself...teasing me at first with his well-endowed cock. We looked each other in the eyes and without warning...he drove into me...into my hot, neglected cunt. Thrust after thrust...his ramrod pushed up into my belly. Thrust after thrust...I quivered and shook from shear delight...my perky tits rebounding on my heaving chest. Suddenly, David's cock stiffened and I knew he would come. I said, "Baby...please, cum inside me? It's ok...I'm on contraceptives now." David exploded and I felt the warmth of his young virile cum fill me. The pleasure I felt then can't be described, but yet...words aren't necessary. When he ejected the last drop of his cum into me, David collapsed on top of me...sweat pouring from the both of us. We laid together for nearly an hour when I said, "Well...you're certainly not a virgin any more. Any thoughts you like to share with me...slugger?" David smiled and mentioned truthfully, "Yeah...I told you a little white lie earlier...mom. Um, I lost my virginity a year ago to Karen Smith. But to be truthful, I think you're much better than she was...you're more experienced." I rolled my eyes and kissed him tenderly and mentioned, "I kind of guessed you told me a little white lie because you made too many subtle moves for someone who was supposed to be an inexperienced virgin afraid of girls. Any other revelations you care to share?" "I'm hungry...anything to eat...besides your tasty pussy...mom?" I smacked him on the arm and got off the bed...sighing, "Now I have to feed you...geeze. You men are all alike." We didn't even bother to get dressed. We went down to the kitchen naked and I made him the best hero sandwich he ever had. After we ate, on the spur of the moment...given the erotic mood I was in, I spread grape jelly on his cock and sucked him to hardness. My fuse decidedly lit, we made love on the kitchen table...the living room sofa...the living room coffee table...the sunroom floor...and my bed...well into the evening. David was even better the sixth time around, but whose counting? After that passionate afternoon fuckfest with my son, my erotic high soon began to wane the next day in the light of reality. I decided that having incestuous sex was plain wrong and it will never happen again...if I have anything to say about it. To be honest, being a loving and caring mom does trump incestuous lust and desire when all is said and done. So we never fucked again, but would talk about our intimate thoughts whenever we felt a need too. With that all said, I have to be very honest and admit that my incestuous afternoon with my handsome son was the best fuckin and the most erotic sex I ever had in my life. I was kind of sad when my son left for college before Keith and I divorced in late October. However, my son and I have grown closer as a result...not because of that passion filled afternoon we shared, but rather because of our mutual love that went far deeper than the normal mother/son love. I'm getting ahead of myself...forgive me. As for my cold husband, it turns out he was fucking around with a stable of willing babes that he was seeing on the sly. So, in October, I willing gave his cheating ass the heave ho and I filed for a divorce and got it without any objections from Keith. I got the house, the Navigator and our summer cottage at the lake and numerous niceties to many to mention here. As for Clark Tyson...remember him? After my divorce, I seen him now and then down at the supermarket and soon we developed a casual friendship. This casual friendship led to more and I found out on our first and only date that he was gay...very gay. What a waste of a man meat...go figure. However now I was free to explore all the possibilities of love and erotic sex with the right man...and love and sex can be found where you least expect it...I'm living proof of that. The End Desperate Housewife Needs Anal My name is Dick Jones Smith. Friends call me DJ Smith. I'm a young black man living in the town of Raynham, Massachusetts. I've always been a really wicked guy but lately, I've decided to outdo myself. Push the envelope. Be the very best mean-spirited SOB that I can be. Do unto other individuals things that would make the Devil himself blush. Outdo everyone, that's my mantra. Stick around to hear about my adventures because it's going to be fun, folks. Please don't say you weren't warned. Last year, I was a student at the Raynham Institute of Technology, a four-year private school with approximately eleven thousand students. I was on an athletic scholarship derived from the Varsity Football program. Raynham Tech was touting its brand new Football team, which competes in the NCAA Division Two. The school sponsored quite a few sports, such as Men's Baseball, Men's Basketball, Men's Tennis, Men's Volleyball, Men's Cross Country, Men's Soccer, Men's Lacrosse, Men's Ice Hockey, Men's Wrestling and Men's Golf along with Women's Softball, Women's Basketball, Women's Cross Country, Women's Soccer, Women's Lacrosse, Women's Volleyball, Women's Field Hockey, Women's Tennis, Women's Ice Hockey and Women's Equestrian. They never had a Varsity Football team, until Spring 2008. That's when I came along. I graduated from Brockton Regional High School in 2007. It was a lousy school but they had good sports teams. It paved the way to my future success at Raynham Tech. I met the Raynham Tech Football Coach, Mr. Hayden Flaherty. He's a big and tall, red-haired white guy who used to play for the National Football League. Before that, he played Football for Boston College. He was a real moron but he liked me. I also met his wife, a skinny blonde slut named Myra. I fucked that bitch so often she became addicted to black cock. Not just mine, either. Thanks to a tip from me, her husband caught her with the mailman once and, with the help of a sleazy lawyer, completely destroyed her in divorce court. He wasn't very bright but was smart enough to make the bimbo sign a prenup. She's currently working at Dunkin Donuts as the loser who cleans the floors. What can I say? I enjoy destroying people's lives. Coach saw me as the loyal son he never had. He never suspected that I was banging his wife behind his back. He made sure that I saw plenty of playing time on the gridiron, and since I was a gifted athlete, I quickly became one of the best running backs playing college Football in New England. Coach and I hung out all the time. Sometimes, we went to bars and picked up women. Yeah, we were that close. So much that when he died of a heart attack at the age of forty eight, he left me his total assets, which were estimated to be three million dollars. Yeah, he left me his entire fortune. Am I good or what? With the money I inherited from Coach, I bought myself a nice house in Raynham. I still went to school and I still played Football. These were the best days of my life. I wasn't blowing the money on booze and women the way you might suspect. No way. I bought a really nice mansion for five hundred grand and I put the rest of the money in the bank. Well, after buying myself a Hummer, of course. I was still a millionaire and I didn't have to work. I was living the life and I loved every minute of it. I was born in poverty. Raised by emotionally abusive losers in foster care. That's what gave me the determination to succeed and push myself hard in life. I had more money than I knew what to do with and I wasn't about to blow it all away. I always plan for the future. Only stupid people don't. Yeah, like I said, life was good. I was getting good grades in the Criminal Justice Program at the Raynham Institute of Technology. Also, the Football team was doing good. We had come very close to winning the Division Two All-America College Football Championship this year. Oh, well. There was always next year. On campus, I was somewhat of a celebrity. But I didn't let it get to my head. I went to class. I played Football. I didn't go to big jock parties. I've seen guys get in trouble in these situations. I kept to myself. I didn't need to be on campus to have fun. With the kind of money I had, I could do anything I wanted. The only reason why I bothered going to class was because getting a college degree was important to me. People go to college because they want to make more money. I go to college because I want to have a degree. I want to hold that piece of paper in my hand and know that I actually accomplished something. I woke up this Saturday morning feeling a little bit bored and a lot horny. So, I dialed up my favorite bitch. I told her to get fat ass ready for some hardcore pounding the moment her husband left the house. That was our custom. The bitch in question was Janice O'Bannon, a forty-something frumpy and plump, blonde Irish housewife living down the street from my mansion. Her husband Joe O'Bannon is a hard-working man who owns three accounting firms in the Boston Area. I don't know why smart, decent and otherwise capable men have a habit of marrying pretty-faced sluts who only want their money. Personally, I will never get married. I'm not the marrying type. Since I inherited this large sum of money from Coach, tons of women have been throwing themselves at me. Gold-diggers are after what I've got. Lots of smart men with money get taken to the cleaners because they marry these manipulative whores that are out there, circling rich men like vultures stalking wounded prey. I'm too smart to fall for that. I am still a man and I've got a man's basic needs for sex. I contacted a really bright doctor whose quality of work is ahead of his time. Ever heard of the Morning After Pill for women? Well, this doctor created a pill which men could take for two days before any sexual encounter. That pill neutralized the factor in sperm production which impregnated women. I liked the sound of that. I bought hundreds of these pills from the good doctor, along with bags upon bags of condoms. I went out there to fuck gold-digging bitches, knowing with one hundred percent certainty that they cannot be impregnated by me. When her husband left, I went to pay Janice O'Bannon a little visit. As soon as I knocked on the door, she opened up. Janice O'Bannon greeted me, wearing a black bra and matching panties. Her plump body looked alright, I guess. She wasn't pretty at all, but she did have a thick body, big breasts, wide hips and a very fat ass. I do like a fat woman, especially if she has a really fat ass. Janice smiled, and kissed me. Today, she was especially horny, for she went straight for the dick. She knelt before me, and unzipped my pants. Then, she began sucking on my ten-inch long, uncircumcised black cock. I leaned against a wall as Janice sucked on my dick. Truth be told, I was only sort of into it. I get bored very easily. I am a man who needs constant thrills. Janice was a good cock sucker, but I needed something more. Watching this fat white slut fingering her hairy pussy while sucking my dick wasn't doing it for me. I thought about something else. I don't remember it at the moment, but it did get my dick hard. When I came, Janice sucked all of my cum. I sighed in pleasure, somewhat pleased. Suddenly, I felt a burst of inspiration. I knew what could shake me out of my funk. I grabbed Janice and threw her on her hands and knees. She was surprised by my roughness, but didn't protest. I admired that fat ass of hers. Although we had done it together lots of time, I've never fucked this fat slut in her ass. I told her that I was going to do her in the butt. She gasped in surprise. I laughed. Oh, well. There's a first time for everything. Just like that, I spread Janice's butt cheeks wide open and pressed my cock against her backdoor. With a swift thrust, I went in. My long and thick black cock slid up the big white woman's tight asshole. I placed my hands on her hips and pushed my cock deeper into her. Janice screamed as my dick went up her ass. I smiled. Man, I should have done this a long time ago. Having my dick buried inside this big white woman's asshole felt wonderful. Oh, this wasn't my first time trying anal sex. No, I've done it with women before. Just not with this one. I grabbed a handful of Janice's blonde hair and yanked her head back while drilling my cock into her butt hole. Man, I've seen guys do this in porn movies. But it was my first time doing it. It felt good. I smacked Janice's fat ass as I fucked it. I love watching this fat white woman's asshole jiggle under the force of my thrusts. It was fun to see. I shoved my dick into the forbidden depths of her asshole. Man, this was awesome. Janice's asshole felt wonderfully warm and tight around my asshole. If you've never tried anal sex before, may I please recommend it with all of my heart? It's definitely something you should try before you die. It could enhance your quality of life. I'm having the time of my life here, slamming my dick in and out of this big white woman's asshole. And her screams, loud and piercing, were music to my ears. This stuff turned me on so much that I came, blasting my load deep inside Janice's asshole. She squealed. I roared happily. After this memorable fuck, I returned to my house. I left Janice with a cum-filled gaping asshole that was bound to be sore in the morning. Awash in a sea of cum, she was happy. I told her she could expect more of the same the next day. A good fuck, that's all she wants from me. I give her what her husband can't give her. Good sex. She has other guys that she sleeps around with. I don't care. I'm not attached to her. I'm not emotionally involved. I'm only in it for the sex. I've got better things to occupy myself with than chasing females. Important things like graduating college, making more money and also self-improvement. The finer things in life, you know. Anyhow, beat it. I've got important stuff to do.