10 comments/ 142404 views/ 35 favorites The Officer's Wife By: Hotwife Hello, my name is Karen. I'm writing this story because I still can't believe this has happened to me and I guess the only people I feel comfortable sharing this with are complete strangers. I guess I should start out by telling you something about myself. I'm 36 years old, 5'7 and about 133lbs. I have long red hair (just above my waist) and green eyes. I have 36C breasts and keep myself in pretty good shape. I'm a mother of two beautiful girls, one is 3 ½ the other is only 8 months. I had gotten a little heavy during my second pregnancy (150 lbs YIKES!), so shortly after I had the baby I decided to get into shape. I began jogging and doing Tai Bo classes just 4 weeks after my daughter was born. Amazingly I had gotten down to my original dress size (6) in less than six months. My legs and ass became firm again and I finally was almost completely happy with my body. (Is anyone ever really happy with their body?) One of the benefits of the second pregnancy however, was my breasts retained their fullness bringing them to an astonishing 36D (which cost me a small fortune in bras!). My husband is a Colonel in the Army and is gone more often than not. He's been in the Army since just before we were married (12 years) and it seems, at times more in love with the Army than he is with the girls and I. Being the wife of a Colonel affords us certain privileges on post. We live in a big red brick house with tall white pillars on a street covered in pine trees. He makes good money and we have access to some of the exclusive areas of the military installation; such as the Officer's club, the Officer's wives club and the Officer's gym. These places offer us some exclusion and a break from the young, immature, enlisted men. Every morning at 0600 (as the Colonel would say), or 6 AM, I go for a walk around the post. I pride myself in how good I look, especially for being a middle aged woman. Usually there's a certain place I like to workout. There is a gym on the south side of post that the infantry guys use. It's for enlisted men only. I would hardly call them men; some of them are just out of high school, barely 17. I could use the exclusive Officer's gym if I wanted too, but what fun is it seeing a bunch of old men with bear guts running on a treadmill. No, I go to this gym for the atmosphere. If they knew I was a Colonels wife working out in there it would certainly upset the balance of things. As it is, they don't know who I am so I get a lot of attention. It's all harmless fun. I usually show up there around 0630 wearing tight short shorts (the kind that your ass cheeks hang out of if you bend down too much), tennis shoes and a tank top with sports bra, barely containing my ripe, full middle aged breasts. I normally wear my long red hair up in a ponytail, which seems to drive men wild. I go to work out for the sake of working out of course, but that's not the only reason. I go to be watched by young horny enlisted boys and admittedly to watch them. My favorite thing to do is the hamstring curl. That's where you lay on your stomach and hook your legs into the bar of the machine and pull your heels to your buttocks. I love pushing my ass up in the air as I curl the weight with my legs. I pretend not to notice the young studs staring at my flexing ass cheeks. I like to look through the corner of my eye and see their young hard cocks spring to life as I push my married, high society butt into the air with each lift of the weight. Sometimes I'll stare right at a boy's crotch, looking ominously at his boyhood, until he turns beet red and shys away. I love being in control and teasing these young soldier boys. There are few things sexier than a young man in tight shorts, straining the Army issued fabric with his rising boyhood. If those boys knew I was an officer's wife they would want me that much more. It's like wanting the principals daughter because she's off limits, taboo. All in all it's harmless fun, a way for a sexually repressed wife to get a little release and live out a little fantasy. One day I noticed a boy that was different and without sounding cliché or having the benefit of hindsight, he looked a little familiar. He was black; of course there were other black boys, but not quite like him. He was tall, maybe 5'10 and built like a brick shithouse. This soldier had a body that belonged on the cover of a magazine. He always wore baggy physical training uniforms, which I thought was modest but I knew he was hiding an incredible body underneath. I've never really been attracted to black men, but lately I've started to notice them. Their bodies are usually muscular, they're cocky and they love white women. The other thing I noticed about this boy was his jock. I could tell he was wearing a jockstrap and by the looks of it, he needed one to contain that bulge. He was handsome, built, and it looked like he was packing, the problems were; I'm married, I'm white, I'm old enough to be his mother, I'm an officer's wife, and he didn't look a day over 18. Although it began innocently enough, we began flirting with each other. Ron would help me spot my weights; give me tips on how to better "execute" as he called it, the exercise motion. One day he asked me out for a drink, I kindly declined saying I was happily married. "And besides aren't you too young to drink?" I asked. He said, "No Ma'am, you can drink at 18 on post at the enlisted club." "There was no way in hell this Officer's wife was going to be caught dead drinking in the enlisted club with a black teenager!" I thought to myself. I didn't tell him that because I didn't want to blow my cover. He was persistent though and kept asking me out over and over again. Each day I got up, I looked forward to seeing him, wanting to tease him by thrusting my bottom up in the air on the workout machine. Sometimes I would walk past him, gently pushing my ass into his crotch, acting like nothing happened. Sometimes I would swing my hand and brush it against his package while changing a weight, or moving to another machine. I love teasing young men and I just knew he went back to the barracks every morning and jacked that big black dick, thinking about me. (Little did I know, as I would find out later, just how wrong that thought was.) One day my husband and I got into a huge fight over the phone (he was deployed overseas), I was hurt and angry. I had hoped he would call back and apologize for some of the awful things he said, but he didn't. 4 days went by and no phone call. I was upset, and I was getting a lot of attention from this total stranger, which was something I desperately needed. Finally, he had asked me out again on a Monday and I decided to accept his offer. I told him Friday after work it was a date, and I must admit my intentions were two-fold. I guess I wanted a week to change my mind in case I came to my senses, and I wanted him to have a whole week to think about what might happen with this older married white lady. On Thursday, apparently unfettered in my interest to meet this young black stranger I called him and accepted his invitation for a drink. I was reluctant to go to the enlisted club, but it was on the other side of post, besides no officers go there so nobody I know would be there I reasoned. I called my sister and asked her if she didn't mind watching the girls for a few hours on Friday night while I went out with friends. She agreed and told me it might be good for me. I had set up an appointment at the salon to get my hair and nails done so I would look especially sexy for my "cocktease" date. I had no intentions of actually doing anything with Ron, but I sure was having fun getting him all worked up. At the salon I had my hair done up into a tight sexy French braid at the salon. My fingernails were done in a long, sexy, French manicure, while my toes were painted to match. I stopped and bought some of that glossy red lipstick. (The kind my college girlfriends and I use to refer to as cocksucking lipstick) I wanted my hair and lips to be a matching fire red to get his attention. I was going to show this young man how hot an older married lady could look! I spent a lot of time deciding which outfit I was going to wear. I wanted to dress to kill, since it was innocent fun and all I was doing was having a few drinks with a workout buddy (ok, maybe wanting to tease him a little). I finally decided on a pair of tight black stretch bell bottom hip huggers that showed every curve of my firm ass. For the top I chose a tight red blouse that was a low cut V in the front and pressed my breasts together making them look even more full. I wore a pair of red sexy open toed chunky heels that made my legs look even longer and sexier. The heels had a tendency to really make my ass stick up in the air, and even though I was wearing long pants, you could see the curve in my calf and thigh muscles. I accentuated my face with big silver hoop earrings. The best part of the whole ensemble was the bright red glossy lipstick that accentuated my red hair, and makes my mouth look like it was meant to have a dick in it. I went reluctantly to the enlisted club, I knew if anybody saw a Colonels wife hanging out in the enlisted club with young enlisted soldiers my husband's career would be ruined. Admittedly the prospect of going in there, nobody knowing I'm an officer's wife sort of excited me. I walked in and every set of eyes in the place were staring me down. I was dressed to kill and every guy in there knew it. The whole thing started out innocent enough, just meeting a workout buddy for a few drinks. I looked around and noticed Ron sitting at the bar, it was the first time I had seen him not wearing baggy gym clothes and I was not disappointed. He was wearing a tight maroon silk muscle shirt, showing off these huge black arms and a pair of kaki pants that were hugging that muscular black ass. His left arm was encircled with a tribal tattoo. He was about 5'10 and probably weighed almost 200 lbs. He had a face that was very easy on the eyes. He had a very manly square jaw, short neat black hair and large almond eyes. What a smile this kid had, it made my knees weak. With my high heels on I was just a hair taller than Ron which I think intimidated him at first. He was so young looking, even in the light of the bar he looked like he'd just graduated from High school. I began thinking I had made a terrible mistake, this kid didn't look like he was old enough to vote let alone be drinking in the bar with a 36 year old woman. His mannerism however, was gentle and sincere which soon put me to ease. I knew this wasn't going anywhere anyway he was just too young and I was just to married. We engaged in some small talk, and flirted quite a bit. I had a few drinks and the inhibitions were starting to diminish. I learned he was only 19 and that he had joined the army just a year ago. I was shocked; he's 19, black and enlisted!! My goodness I'm almost twice his age. "Certainly old enough to be his mother" I thought. What in the world would my friends think of me?? I must admit though, the more the alcohol flowed, the more I thought about what he would be like in the sack. "You've never cheated on your husband Karen, and you're not about to start," I told myself. While we chatted I made sure I pushed my breasts together with my arms and stuck my chest out. I wanted him to see every curve, and every asset this older white woman possessed. It may not be leading anywhere, but I sure didn't mind teasing this young black stud. Occasionally I would glance down at his crotch. At first I tried to be subtle about it, only when he wasn't looking. As the night wore on and the margaritas continued to flow I became a little more obvious about it. "My gosh" I thought. He certainly isn't trying to hide that thing. I could see the outline of his cock running down his pant leg. It looked like the boy was trying to smuggle a banana through customs. It followed the natural curve of his leg down to the swollen head. I could see the outline of the actual helmet of his black soldier. I even thought I saw it twitch once or twice. My juices were flowing quite madly and I could feel an itch between my legs that was in desperate need of a scratch. I made a trip to the ladies room, and as I got up I made sure I put an extra sway in my hips. I felt like a million dollars, every man in the bar was locked on to me as I strolled into the restroom. While I was in the ladies room I reapplied my hot, glossy lipstick and pinched my nipples to make sure they poked the V cut blouse my breasts were so desperately close to springing out of. "You are a hot lady Karen Andrews, especially for 36" I thought to myself. The milky white mounds of my breasts straining to get out of my bra were pushed together and not all to well hidden by my blouse. "If you're husband saw you out like this he would just die" I thought. I went back to the table and sat down with Ron. Once again, my every movement watched as I swayed back to the table. We talked for a few more minutes and were both feeling a bit tipsy. I told him it was time for me to get home, and that I would see him for our Monday morning workout. He begged me to stay with him but I told him I had to get home to my daughters, and that my husband might be calling tonight. He walked me to my car (actually it's a minivan with car seats, What a naughty Mommy I am!!) and told me goodnight. I reached into my purse to fetch my keys and as I pulled them out my hand brushed up against his crotch. I can assure you it wasn't an accident but I made him believe it was. He got visibly excited, and I apologized to him. He was packing more than I had initially anticipated, as it was no longer restricted by the jockstrap he wore at the gym. I thought to myself "Maybe we'll play just a little bit, after all what's the harm in teasing him a bit more. It's not like that's considered cheating." I'm a respectable married woman, much older than he was. "Besides Karen Andrews, you're the wife of a respected Colonel this black boy is a mere private!" I was thinking. I was as tall as him with my high heels on, and I was bending over putting my purse in the car, taking a little longer than I normally do, to show him how firm and supple this girls ass was. I turned around only to find him inches away from me, I glanced down and noticed that his bulge had grown to twice the size it was when I brushed my hand against it. Oh my, thoughts of what his ebony cock might look like danced in my head, I'd never seen a black cock in person, only in a playgirl once in college, but damn how I wanted to see this one in person... Then I came to my senses. "RON I'm a married woman! I need to go home now! It was wrong of me to even come here. I really should be getting home, it was a lovely evening and". "Are you sure Karen Andrews?" He interrupted. "Are you sure you can't do this?" "Ron, how do you know my last name I only told you my first name?" I yelled, realizing my voice had carried more than I'd meant for it to. "Well Mrs. Andrews, my name is private first class Ron Jackson a member of Colonel Andrews' infantry battalion." I met you at a unit formal function 4 months ago where we went through the greeting line meeting the command officer's and their wives. Since that night, I've been dying to meet you. I've been dying to get into those prim and proper white lady panties for over 4 months," he said. "I finally found out where you had been working out and I played it from there" he finished. I was furious. "How could I let this boy, this enlisted soldier get the better of me. How could I have been so stupid? I have a master's degree in political science and this boy is probably not even a high school graduate. There was no way I would remember him from those greeting lines, they were like a conveyer belt shaking hands with 600 soldiers in a matter of a few minutes, sending soldiers through the line at breakneck speed. You barely have time to read the nametags, let alone look at their faces. That must be why, when I first saw him, he did have a touch of familiarity to him." I thought to myself. "Just exactly what is it you want Mister?" I said with as authoritative of a tone as I could muster. My head was spinning; I couldn't think straight, this was like a terrible dream. "I aim to get me some of that fine white pussy Mrs. Andrews," he said with a slow and deliberate tone. I was shocked, "I have never been spoken to in that manner young man, are you threatening me? Just who in the hell do you think you are? Do you think I'm just going to sleep with you so you won't tell about me having a few innocent drinks with you?" "I'll call the MPs and have you thrown in the Brig for attacking me and trying to blackmail me." I said, with a feeling of relief that I could think fast on my feet. "Well, Mrs. Andrews I don't quite see it like that." Ron bellowed. "I have no less than two dozen witnesses that have seen us working out together for the past month, and that saw you and I flirting and sharing drinks in the club. Yes, you may have me thrown in the Brig temporarily, but when I tell them I've been having an affair with you for the last month, and I bring those witnesses forward. Even though I don't have any hard evidence, the mere accusations will ruin your reputation, and that career of your husbands will be finished!" I was absolutely dumbfounded. This young enlisted black boy with a high school education had outsmarted a girl that received her master's degree from Duke University at the top 10% of her class. "How did I let some innocent, albeit stupid flirtatious behavior get me into this situation?" I thought. I then tried to reason with him. "Please Ron, don't do this. Why would you want to hurt me and my family like this?" "It would ruin your career too, you don't really want to hurt me and my family do you?" He took a deep breath, looked at me knowingly and confidently said; "I'm not going to hurt anyone lady, at least not in a bad way" He smiled and arrogantly rubbed his package. "Besides Mrs. Andrews I think some young black dick would do you some good!" "As far as my career in the Army, I have no intention of making a career of it, it was join the army or go to jail for me" He said. "Oh great", I thought, "now on top of everything else he's a criminal too." I almost started to cry with the hopelessness of the situation. I thought if I fell to my knees and pleaded for my dignity and life back maybe he would give it to me. I quickly decided against that, I can't show any weakness with him. I collected myself stood up and looked him in the eye. I tapped my high heel indignantly on the concrete of the enlisted club parking lot with my arms crossed for what must have been 10 minutes, until I started to cool down. I didn't know what to do. He just stood there, with his muscular arms crossed, smirking at me as if to say, that's right rich white bitch, you're going to be sucking this black cock tonight. I finally decided if anything was going to happen, it was going to happen with me in control, on my terms. Not with some black ghetto kid talking to me, an officer's wife, like I'm some white trash slut. After all I'm a respectable, older married woman and I deserve to be treated with respect. I looked up and he was still looking at me with that "I'll be tappin that uppity rich ass" look on his handsome prick face. This boy was smart, and he'd played it well, I had to admire him for that. However, he was still a boy. "Karen you are the adult here, think of something and take charge of the situation. That's what Colonel Andrews always says." (Although I don't think he ever anticipated a situation like this.) Private Ron Jackson obviously wanted some sort of sexual gratification and wasn't backing down without it. "Maybe I can show him my tits and he'll jack himself off?" I justified. No, no it has to be something more, something giving me the upper hand. "Could I get away with giving him a hand job?" I thought for a moment. No, it has to be something intense enough to reverse the rolls, give me the upper hand and put me in control of the situation. I will turn this kid into a whimpering, drooling, wishing he'd never crossed this white bitch, black baby boy. The Officer's Wife I ordered him to get into the minivan and sit in the back seat. He looked questioningly at me, as if not trusting the situation. He did however comply, although somewhat reluctantly. I think he was taken aback by my directness. I moved a Barbie doll out of the way and removed a car seat. "Boy Karen you're a slut of a mom aren't you!" I remember thinking to myself. He climbed in and sat on the bench seat, but not before I got a glimpse of that fine, young, hard, black ass. I thought, I might as well have fun with this, loosen up a bit. But I must maintain control and not let my guard down. I was still trying to figure out exactly how I was going to resolve this situation. I shut the Van door behind us and turned the utility light on (so I could see what I was doing.) I began slowly removing my blouse; He said, "Hell yeah white bitch, take i…" I cut him off mid sentence and said; "Shut the fuck up private Jackson! If you say one more fucking word I'm calling the MPs" I yelled. I even surprised myself. His eyes were wide and he was truly in shock at what had just happened. He did however sit back and comply. "Two can play at this game Jackson." I thought. I reached back and unsnapped my bra to release my enormous (I still had milk from breastfeeding Annie, my youngest) full tits. I made sure I did it slowly, so my fucking black blackmailer could take in the sight of this older, white, officer's wife undressing before his eyes. His jaw dropped and I think he was in utter disbelief at what was happening. He was no longer the confident young, black man I'd met at the bar, or that had threatened me in the parking lot, but a frightened, horny teenage boy being seduced by an older slut wife. I let my bra drop to the floor of the minivan with an audible thud, and stared at his crotch to see the reaction in his manhood. As if on cue it began twitching visibly as my bare milk filled breasts were exposed to this African boy stud. He leaned forward to touch me, but I reached up and pushed him back in the seat. I was kneeled before him, and I wanted to control every moment, every thought and every movement of my young black captor. I slowly reached up and began gently caressing my breasts, tweaking my nipples with my manicured fingers. I made sure to let the light catch my 1-karat wedding ring as I massaged my huge tits. I wanted Ron to get the full impact of the taboo display that was unfolding before him. I told him to remove his shirt and his pants, but to leave his underwear on. Ron complied like a soldier ordered into battle, silently and expeditiously. As he pulled his silk muscle shirt off I saw the most beautiful and chiseled body I'd ever had the pleasure of casting my wanton eyes upon. "This may not be so bad after all, Karen" I told myself. His chest was thick, his arms enormous, and his abs were a washboard right out of a magazine. He was completely void of body hair. His chest had been shaved, which admittedly made him look even younger and made me feel nastier. He removed his shoes, and then began sliding his kaki pants off. His gaze never left this older matron on display for his young hungry eyes. I told him to remove them slowly, as I wanted to take him all in. His large, black hands began slowly pushing his kaki pants down his hips. He truly had a scared look in his eyes, like this was a trap or some sort of setup, but he complied nevertheless. When his pants reached his crotch area, I saw the beginning of his teenage pride. It was the beginning of his shaft, straining against a pair of white athletic briefs with Tommy Hilfiger embroidered on the waistband. He continued to lower his kaki pants to where I thought his prick would reach the end, where most men would have long ago. Down, down he kept sliding them to where they were mid thigh and finally his cock sprung free. "It was magnificent," I thought as my gaze fixated on the cotton-covered tip of his boy meat. It was clear he was excited, not merely by the size of his enormous prick, but by the huge spot of precum soaking through his underwear. He slowly took the pants all the way off and I couldn't help but notice how muscular his thighs were, "my gosh!" I thought they're as big around as my waist. I also noticed they had almost no body hair on them. I could see small muscle striations in his quadriceps, which made my womanhood begin to gush. Finally as he was undressed except for his underwear, I laid down some ground rules. I said first of all Ronny, (a name he said only his mom was allowed to call him) "You will not touch me in any way shape or form." "But I …." He tried to interrupt. My controlling gaze met his and silenced his question before it had fully formed. I was in complete control and he knew it. "If we're going to do this it will be by my rules and my rules alone. I'm the one that is dancing on the threshold of adultery here, not you". "Second of all, you will refer to me as Mrs. Andrews or Ma'am from now on. You will show me the proper respect deserving of a Colonels wife, and as the adult present." He shook his head in the positive and made an audible gulp as he swallowed. "Good" I said, "we should get along just fine then". "If you forget and try to touch me Ronny I'm going to cry rape" I told him. "I do not want you to speak unless spoken too, then only with short and concise answers, understood?" "Yes, Ma'am" he whimpered with defeat audibly present in his voice. "Not quite like you thought it was going to be you little hot black prick," I thought. I was really starting to like being in control, it was a position I'd never been in with the Colonel. I was always the obeying wife, rarely if ever questioning what my husband told me. Now things were completely different, I had the tools, my oozing sexuality, and I was going to use them to turn this smart ass into putty for me to do with as I please. With that said I leaned forward and began kissing him passionately. Our tongues were exploring the intimacy of each others mouths. I was feeling my pussy ache, but I told myself I would not "cheat" on my husband. My bare breasts were pressed up against his chiseled chest and the contrast between black and white had never before been greater. My stomach was pressing against his crotch and I could feel his cock grow even harder (I didn't think that was possible!) as it strained against its cotton prison. My breasts were seeping a small amount of milk, which was causing them to stick to his hairless chest. I slowly moved my mouth around his and started gently kissing his ear. His taste was a mix of testosterone, sweat, and pure lust. I began caressing his ear with my tongue as I reached down for his African boy meat with my left hand. I wanted to make damn sure he got the full effect of what was happening. I wanted him to see my delicate, white hands with the long French manicure, and large shiny wedding ring caressing his large ebony prick. "Its huge" I thought, as I traced the outline against his underwear from base to tip. I felt a big gush of precum press through the cotton underwear and onto my pretty hand. "This boy is mine" I thought, "I touch him and he oozes precum." I backed away, so that my face was just inches from his, and began licking the precum off my hand like a puppy drinking water. I heard his breathing increase, I felt his muscles tense. I knew that Ron was close to exploding, and I loved the control and intensity I had over this boy. I felt so powerful, like a king that has the power to take or spare a life at the wave of a hand. I could give this young stud the most intense sexual experience of his life, under the most taboo of circumstances or I could tell him to leave depriving him of his lustful fulfillment. I made sure to put on a show of licking my hand and slowly sucking my fingers one by one. He was audibly moaning. I backed away for a moment to let the pressure subside. As his breathing began to return to a somewhat normal rate, his cock however had not rescinded an ounce of its rigidity. I leaned down to where my lips were inches from his crotch and was thinking of the picture presented to him. Here this gorgeous older white married woman, his commanding officer's wife, is bowing down before his crotch. He must have thought. My long red hair tied up in a French braid. My full pouty lips, covered in glossy red lipstick, inches from his teen pride. My large supple white breasts resting on his ebony knees, spilling over the side contrasting black and white, topped with a pair of leaking eraser nipples. My soft white, manicured hands and my large wedding ring, tracing the outline of his enormous tool. My ass barely covered in my tight black pants, straining against the fabric, the outline of a thong disappearing into the crack of my tight ass. A pair of Red high heel shoes resting on one of my daughters Barney coloring books. What a sight it must have been, I could see his eyes taking in every detail, and looking at me with defeat and bliss. I could tell he was already close to having an orgasm, a fact that was amazing to me considering I had barely touched him. I gazed into Ron's eyes and kissed the head of his prick through the underwear.. I left a big red lipstick mark near the tip of his young black cockhead. I could taste the precum through the underwear and felt his black steel rod twitch against my experienced mouth as another gush of precum soaked the underwear at the tip of his engorged prick. I remember thinking, "this kid has produced more precum than my husband has ever produced in a normal orgasm." "I'm going to be in for quite a treat," I thought. My tongue traced slowly up his body, kissing and licking his belly button, then slowly up to each ebony nipple. I encircle each nipple for several minutes then I worked my way back up to his ear. I began kissing and licking his ear, as his breathing became more and more intense. I told him I was going to suck the cum right out of his massive young African balls, and asked him if he would like that. He stammered, "Yes Ma'am, I would like that very much" his voice changing several times in the statement as if he were 13 again. I told him to beg me. Beg me like you mean it and maybe I'll do it. "Please Mrs. Andrews, please suck my cock!" "Please!" Ron sighed, almost out of breath. "More" I demanded, "you'd better say it like you mean it!" "Please Mrs. Andrews, suck my big black dick" Please wrap those sexy red lips around it" He exclaimed. "Please put my young, African prick in your older, married, slutty white mouth" He panted. I was so hot at this point I almost had an orgasm. I leaned down and placed my hands around the elastic of his underwear. I slowly began lowering his now, precum soaked underwear down his hips. As I exposed the pubic area, a musky smell hit me and I had a shivering sensation. "You're passing the point of no return Karen" I told myself. As I shook off the tingle from my miniature orgasm, I continued to pull the underwear down until I reached the base of his shaft. "It's so smooth I thought," and darker than the rest of him. It wasn't skinny like I expected, in fact it was almost twice the thickness of my husbands ("inadequate prick" I thought). I continued pulling the Tommy Hilfigers down the long journey to the end of his ebony shaft. When I finally reached the helmet and pulled the underwear clear, it sprang up and almost slapped me on the chin, as if it were a buffalo soldier, standing at attention waiting to be commanded by the Colonel's wife. "Oh My" I exclaimed! "You like it Mrs. Andrews?" he said. "Oh yes Ronny, I like it very much, now shut up!" I responded. It was big all right maybe 8 or 9 inches. My gosh it was big, bigger than twice the size of my husbands little prick. It wasn't just the size that caught my eye, but it was also so beautiful, it was thick and the shape of it, it was as if it were sculpted by an artist, so menacing and throbbing, so black. It was uncircumcised, something I'd never seen before, the long dark sheath of skin covering it like a sword in its scabbard. The head of it pierced through the foreskin and was menacing in its own right. The head of his gorgeous prick looked like it belonged on a statue, it was almost a pinkish color, beautifully shaped and almost as big around as my little white fist. There wasn't a spec of hair on the entire boy member. I shifted my gaze down to survey the balls that would be attached to such a monster. I can assure you I was not disappointed. They looked like two tangerines in an ebony sack. They were enormous; they looked like they were capable of impregnating 1000 white women with one load. They looked as though he hadn't been relieved in a long time, and judging by the amount of precum soaking his underwear I wouldn't argue against my claim. His enormous balls were hairless and menacing. The fact that he was void of body hair with the exception of his armpits and pubic region (which was neatly trimmed and almost hairless) made him appear even younger. I finished removing his underwear, and gazed up at Ronny. His eyes told me he was like a boy lost in the woods, completely out of his element, and I detected a hint of pain on his face. Probably from the teasing and flirting, he was obviously ready to explode at any moment. "Private Jackson" I said. "Yes Mrs. Andrews" he answered. "How long has it been since you've relieved yourself?" I asked. "Well, MMMMMrs. Andrews" he stammered, "The first time I saw you, I swore I would not touch myself or have sex with a woman until it was with you." "Private Jackson!" I exclaimed. "That must have been over 4 months ago!" "You mean you haven't jacked off once since you saw me at the reception line during the formal ceremony?" "No Ma'am" he said. "Mrs. Andrews, it's been 4 months, 17 days, (he looked at his watch) 10 hours and 30 minutes to be exact," He said. "My My Private Jackson, that would explain the precum soaked underwear, the engorged size of your black balls and your undying persistence in asking me out" I said. "Yes Ma'am" was all he could muster as the boy was clearly in physical pain. I was impressed, and admittedly flattered that he had waited that long, especially for me. "He must have a quart of black seed in those balls" I thought to myself. My stomach began to growl at the thought of swallowing so much ball juice from this young black stud. "Well then Ronny, another 30 minutes or so isn't going to be a big deal then is it?" He had a pained expression on his face no doubt wondering how that was physically going to be possible. "No Mrs. Andrews" He stuttered. "Good, Ronny… We're going to play a little game. I'm going to tease you without physically touching you until a drop of precum leaves that gorgeous prick of yours. When that drop hits my tongue, all bets are off and you're in for one hell of a ride. Sound like a deal?" "Yes Mrs. Andrews" he agreed. I lowered myself to within inches of this boys prick, there it was swinging back and forth an inch from my red lips. I began blowing on the pee hole until I saw the tip start to glisten with his pre-fuck juice. Then I sat up and began squeezing my nipples. I was pushing my tits together milking my big white titties with my soft hands. I began squeezing baby milk from my supple breasts; it started to slowly leak out and formed a drop on my eraser nipples. Ronny's eyebrows were squinched up; he looked like he'd been shot. I looked down and saw his cock twitching violently upward. It was throbbing in unison with his heartbeat, the pace quickening. Watching his engorged african teen cock twitching at my tits was like watching an ebony gymnast trying to swing up to the parallel bar, but not quite able to reach it. "I love watching a good cock throb; it is one of the most erotic things in the world." I told him, his eyes glazed over, with a wincing look of agony on his handsome face. The drops forming on my nipples began to fall; I positioned my breasts directly over his cock. The first drop missed because it was like hitting a moving target with his twitching boy tool. Then other drops began forming and I was able to start dripping titty milk on this engorged black prick. It was incredibly erotic watching my clearish white breast milk dripping from my tits and splashing on this black boycock. I even managed to get one of them to squirt, which sent a shower of milk all over his glistening prick and balls. While I was milking my big white breasts I began to turn the heat up a notch. I began to talk dirty to Ron. "You like that?" I said. "You like this white mommy squirting her titty milk all over your young African dick?" "Huh?" "You like watching this white married slut kneeling before you, and squeezing the milk made for her children all over your engorged black prick?" "Yeah, you like it. I can see it in your face" You're in pain aren't you honey?" "You like having Mrs. Colonel Andrews squeezing breast milk all over private Jackson's African dick?" I said. "Yes Ma'am" Ronny grunted. I leaned down to see the progress of our little game. I knew it would be difficult to distinguish precum from titty milk at this point, but I knew the precum would be much thicker and much whiter. I saw a drop forming at his pee hole. It was so thick and white. I continued my banter. "Ronny, You want this white slutwife to lick the titty milk from your teenage cock and balls?" "Huh?" "I bet you can't wait for me to wrap my wet married mouth around that ebony tool can you?" At this point his responses weren't even intelligible. He just acknowledged with a grunt and a moan. I got one more squirt of titty juice that covered his entire pubic region, and even got a little on his stomach. It looked so hot against that ripped ebony body. His prick was glistening with tit milk and was about to get the sucking of its short life. I leaned down to check the progress of my abuse, and noticed the drop that was forming was now beading down his prickhead. It was about to drip, when I placed my tongue underneath to catch it. I wasn't about to waist what this young ebony boy had been saving for me for over 4 months. His engorged member twitched once again forcing the precum glob to come dripping onto my waiting tongue. "MMMMM" I moaned. "Finally, the Colonels wife is rewarded." I exclaimed. It tasted incredible, it was such as strong taste especially for precum. It had been brewing in his balls for over 4 months especially for me. "Are you ready for my mouth Ronny?" I asked, gazing up into his eyes from a look of complete submission and control. He moaned again as a sign of compliance. His eyes rolling back in his head throwing himself back against the seat. I slowly wrapped my manicured fingers around the base of his big black cock, peeling his black cocksheath back so I could have my way with his teenage cock. The contrast between white married woman and black teenage boy was making my pussy quiver. I began to kiss the tip of it; it was so soft and sweet tasting. I slowly began to lick his prick starting from the head and working my way down his shaft. Cleaning the tool as I had promised I would. I could taste a mixture of my titty milk and African cock, what a combination! My warm moist tongue must have felt incredible because he sighed loudly as if someone had put a fire out on his crotch. I took turns trying to take each tangerine sized ball into my mouth and roll it around. His ebony scrotum encasing the biggest sack I'd ever seen. I could smell the musky scent of his ass and crotch as I sucked his young black ballsack and it made me quiver from my head to my toes. I slowly traced back up his prick with my tongue making sure I cleaned all of my milk from it. I licked up his stomach and cleaned all of the milk that my engorged breasts had released. My nipples were rubbing up against his knees and I could feel some of my milk leaking out onto his thighs. The Officer's Wife Finally I licked my way back to his throbbing cock and began kissing and licking the shaft. Up one side and down the other leaving a trail of red lipstick everywhere I went. I worked my way back to the head and began darting my tongue inside the sheath of his foreskin. I was massaging my tongue in a circular pattern all around the head of his prick. My tongue trapped between African cockhead and foreskin. I reached down with my right hand and slid it into my pants. "This wasn't cheating" I thought, "it's not as if he's actually fucking me, it's just me touching myself." I began flicking the pee hole and the sensitive underside with my experienced tongue tasting the precum as I went. His precum was even thick, as thick as my husband's regular cum I thought. That must mean his load will be like cookie batter, I reasoned excitedly. This thought made me even more wet. I began fingering my clit with my right hand as I held his prick with my left. I began to take it inch by inch down my throat, and started sucking slowly. Mmm cock had never tasted this good!! Wow I couldn't believe what I was doing. It filled my mouth with hot young black cock, I felt so dirty and so turned on at the same time. I was known in college for my ability to deep throat, but I'd never been challenged to this degree, not by a long shot. Ronny had any guy beat in size I'd ever been with by about double. I slowly inched my red lips down his shaft, while making sure he saw my wedding band as I held the base of this ebony tool with my hand. I reached almost all the way to the base of his cock with my lips, when I started to gag. I backed off, swallowed and took a deep breath. I wasn't going to let this teenager beat me. Not at my game. I took it into my mouth again and began working my way down his enormous shaft. My red lips leaving a trail of saliva and lipstick as I made the long journey to where his cock began. I started to gag again, but I relaxed and started breathing through my nose. I suppressed the gag reflex and was able to slide my mouth all the way to the base of his boycock. My nose was buried in short dark pubic hair intoxicating me with that musky smell once again. I began flexing my throat muscles around his teenage shaft. I felt an orgasm rising up within my body. Here I was a 36-year-old white Colonels wife, the epitome of prim and proper with a 19-year-old privates black prick buried in my wanton throat in the back of my minivan. My throat felt full and it gave me an incredible sensation. I began writhing from my orgasm. It was incredible; I never knew sucking cock could be so intense. I began tightening and loosening the grip of my throat around his pink cockhead. I don't even think a full minute had gone by since I'd taken him all the way down my throat when he began to buck, indicating an impending orgasm. I pulled his black cock out of my mouth making an audible popping sound and slapped the head of it hard with my hand. I said, "Ronny you're a bad boy, you shouldn't cum into a respected, older, married, white woman's throat without permission." "I'm sorry Mrs. Andrews," He cooed, I don't even think he could see straight at the moment. After his impending orgasm subsided, and this young soldiers prick stopped twitching uncontrollably, I placed his enormous black cock between my milky white soft tits. I began slowly pumping up and down, pushing them together with my hands, causing his cock to disappear and reappear stroke after stroke. I spat down between my tits onto his prick, creating enough saliva to keep it well lubricated. I felt like a slut, spitting on his young ebony prick like some porn star. I was a slut, a slut for his teencock, only I couldn't let him know it. "Doesn't that feel good Ronny?" Don't you like watching your teenage ebony cock disappear between these full white breasts?" "Don't you like watching me push my heaving breasts together, completely encompassing your big fucking dick?" I bent my head down so that I could suck and lick the head as it would appear and disappear between my tits. I didn't have to bend down very far to put my tongue and mouth on his prick. I was sucking and licking his prickhead as I watched with fascination the incredible size of it. As I pumped up and down on him I noticed a pink froth forming near the top of my breasts from a combination of lipstick, saliva, and precum. He was moaning audibly He looked as though he was in so much pain and pleasure at the same time. I felt an overwhelming sense of control over him. He began touching my face, then lips with his hand, so I mimicked sucking his cock with his finger, in and out in and out, sucking and licking his finger like a tiny cock. After only a few moments of this he began to stiffen and buck again, I squeezed hard with my tits and stopped stroking, stifling yet another orgasm before it began. He let out a loud groan. At this point he had sweat pouring down his brow, he looked as if he were in pain, and his cock was completely rigid. It was engorged with blood like it most certainly never had been before, it was throbbing and twitching, pre-cum oozing out of it like a leaking faucet. His twitching boycock was slinging strands of precum onto my tits with each beat of his racing heart. I waited about a minute until he started breathing normally again, then I bent down and began slowly sucking and licking his big beautiful black balls. My red lips working them one ball at a time, then both simultaneously. Sucking and licking, mmmmm I could taste the salt of his sweat. I began stroking his big black cock, making sure it was my left hand so he could see my shiny wedding ring on my french manicured hands, stroking it with the control and speed that only an experienced woman can do… I was stroking it slowly, all the way down to the base, then all the way to the top. When I would get to the top I would make small circles with my thumb around the tip of his African teen cock. I would stop and spit on my hand when necessary to keep it well lubricated. Thanks to the copious amounts of precum this was rarely necessary. His balls were delicious; I delicately and expertly sucked, licked, and flicked on them. He started breathing heavy again as his balls drew up into him, I squeezed his cockhead hard and pulled down on his balls stopping another orgasm. This time it was almost too late, as one shot of cum came flying out of his cock, it landed on my arm, his thigh and balls. He screamed in pain."FUUUUUUCK!" He yelled. Being the good white married slut I am I happily started licking it up, slowly staring into his eyes until every bit of it was consumed by my slutty little mouth. I knew he was in physical pain; I was enjoying the power and sluttiness of the whole situation. I stopped, released my grip and let his rigid prick leap out of my hand. I reached into my purse fishing around for my lipstick. I found it, and saw his look of agony and wonder at what I must be doing. I took the cap off of it and pursed my full lips to prepare them to, once again look like the lips of a true cocksucking slut. I slowly started putting the red glossy lipstick on, just inches from his young black throbbing cock. It twitched, swayed and throbbed menacingly, almost threatening me to suck the life out of it. He was almost in tears, he was in so much pain, he started to grab his cock in a vain attempt to stroke it. I slapped his hand away and said if he did it again I was going to stop and it would be over. He said, "No, please Mrs. Andrews, please don't I'll do anything if you don't stop, Pl…." "Shut Up!" I said. As his outburst caused me to interrupt my lipstick application. I was very slow and methodical about putting my lipstick on, making sure I didn't miss anything and making sure he got the full affect. I took my compact mirror out to make sure it was all where it needed to be. I did the finishing touches on my hot slutty mouth, as he whimpered like a neglected puppy. I put the lipstick away, renewed in the thought of how it must look to him, white wife, red lips, black cock. I was enjoying this power play immensely and was more turned on than I have ever been in my life. It was time for a new chapter in my little game. I told Ron to scoot down towards the edge of the seat. He complied like a boy defeated. He had tears running down his cheeks, and I'm sure if his skin had been light in color, his balls would have been a deep dark blue. Poor Ronny I thought, it'll be over soon. I told him to prop his feet up on the two seats in front of him, one on the back of the driver seat, the other on the back of the passenger seat. I began touching myself again, playing with my lips, then I started putting my fingers inside my pussy. I was so wet, so hot. I leaned forward and started sucking on Ron's engorged balls again. "There must be a gallon of cum in those things now I thought." I began tracing the outline of his balls with my tongue, then slowly worked my way to the skin between his balls and his ass. Once again the strong musky odor was penetrating my nose, a strong combination of cock, balls, sweat, and of course ass. I started licking down towards his asshole. I started circling the outside of his rectum with my skillful married mouth. Besides a days worth of stubble there was no hair on his ass. "This boy takes care of himself," I thought. There was that taste that I hadn't had since I'd dated Professor Cornwall at college, the taste of a man's asshole. I began probing his ass, gently at first. Ron let out a wail. He was panting and still whimpering only louder now. I began fucking his young black asshole with my tongue, in and out, in and out, probing deeper and deeper. "Ronny" I asked "Do you like me tonguing your asshole?" Do you like me tonguing your asshole with the same tongue I kiss the Colonel with?" "Yeah, you like this married, white, slut tongue fucking your black enlisted ass, don't you?" His only response was a loud whimpering sound, it sounded like a hyena that had been wounded by a lion. It was making me so fucking hot, that I exploded again with my fingers deep in my pussy. I could feel the weight of Ron's enormous balls resting on my head. It felt like a sack with two oranges in it resting on me. I tongue fucked him for another 5 minutes occasionally peaking to make sure he wasn't touching his cock. Then I sat up, had him scoot back and prepare for the final chapter. "Are you ready to give me your black seed private Jackson?" I asked. "Are you ready to coat my throat, lips, tits, stomach and hair with your baby batter?" "YYYYYes Mrs. Andrews" he stammered. "Please Mrs. Andrews, I beg of you I can't take it any longer, "I'm in so much pain, it hurts so much." He said. "I know Ronny," I said. "The pretty, white, Colonels wife is going to take care of you." I bent down and slowly took the tip of his enormous black cock back into my mouth. I made sure he could see his big black cockhead disappear into my white married slutty mouth…I showed him my wet tongue as I licked and flicked the head of his shiny black prick. I began playing with his huge full balls with my soft hand, as I sucked his enormous cock… I slowly worked my hand back to his ass, and began rubbing his asshole with my long clear fingernail… I forced his engorged dickmeat into the inner walls of my throat again, filling it with dark boymeat, tears streaking down my face from gagging, tears streaking down his face from pain. I was rubbing his asshole with my left hand, tugging and stroking his cock with my right. My throat muscles began squeezing his giant head with it nestled deep in my throat. I began sucking furiously at this point, as if I was on a mission. My throat was working in unison with my hand, while my head was up near the tip; my hand was down at the base. It was like an orchestrated tactical maneuver in action as the Colonel would say, (Once again probably not having this example in mind) encouraged by my saliva, his precum, and years of practice. I was making slurping noises, and sucking sounds as I sucked up and down as fast and as hard as I could. "Umph you gomph cum in umph slut umph mouth?" I said I my head moved up and down like a piston and my cheeks caved in as I sucked furiously. My left hand mercilessly probing his asshole, my right alternating between his shaft and his enormous balls. "Are, umph gomph umph gimph me umph your umph hot umph cum?" I spattered. I was going against my strict upbringing; I was talking with my mouth full. Full of the biggest, fattest, hottest African cock that had ever graced this southern girls lips, thoughts, or eyes. I was sucking his cock like a diver sucking for air out of a near empty air tank 100 feet below the surface. I was surprising myself at how hard I was able to suck. I was lost in the moment where my mouth and his cock were one in the same. The whole minivan was rocking with the motion of my red head bobbing up and down on this boys cock. I could hear the axels creaking in rhythm with my slutmouth doing its job on this teen. If my husband, family or friends could see what was happening in Karen Andrews family minivan I would be a woman disowned, shamed, and forlorn. I was a woman possessed. I was making sounds like a wounded animal, as if all of life's answers were in his ballsack and all I had to do was suck them out. My moans and grunts along with suction that would disgrace a Hoover vacuum cleaner were helping make the huge cumball well up in this black teenagers balls. "This African stud was going to give this white bitch the cumbutter her slut mouth had been craving," I thought, as my head bobbing quickened and my sucking intensified. I heard his breathing increase dramatically, His entire cock increased in size, becoming as rigid as steel, his head swelling up to what felt like twice its normal size, and his engorged balls pulled up to springboard the delivery of their white, creamy nectar. I knew from years and years of expert cocksucking that this was it. Right at the moment of truth, I shoved my wedding finger (all the way up to my wedding ring) right up his tight black young asshole. I was sucking with all my might as he exploded, like no man has ever exploded before or since, into my hot wet wanton slutty mouth. It was so fucking hot; the first load was way, way more than I had anticipated. It was a river of 4 months of anticipation, plotting, and lust. 4 months of dreaming about having the Colonel's wife, delivering your balljuice to this white woman. When it finally happened it was the most incredible thing I have ever felt. It ricocheted off my tonsils and the back of my throat with the force of water from a garden hose. The temperature of it was hot, not warm but hot. It had the consistency of thick, hot, sticky, salty, cream. I tried to close my lips around it to catch it all but most of it shot out all over his cock and balls. The time passing between ejaculations seemed like an eternity, each one delivering an almost equal amount to the one before it. I could feel his entire body convulse as the second shot fired into the back of my throat with equal intensity, showering my married tonsils with Private Jackson's Black seed. The force of this blast also ricocheted off my throat, but I was more ready to capture the sweet nectar and consume it. My red lips were clasped tight around his dark shaft trying not to miss a drop, but it was too much for me. I swallowed, gulped and gagged in an effort to get it all down. It was incredibly thick and strong tasting; some escaped the pressure of my lips, finding weak points along the seal of where my shiny red lips and his ebony cock were joined. Finding the point of least resistance a huge wad of it shot out of my mouth. Wave after wave of hot salty cum shot into my throat, With pauses between each burst, causing me to swallow what I could from the last, and prepare my lips and tongue for what was yet to come. Some of the African ball juice bypassed my mouth all together as a direct path to coat my esophagus and my stomach lining. He was twitching, and screaming audibly like I've only heard wild animals do. His asshole tightened onto my wedding band as if he would never let it go. Hot, thick ribbons of white cum were shooting out of his cock like a geyser. 4, 5, 6, 7 Hot thick loads still shooting and each one as powerful and plentiful as the one before it. I was swallowing as much as I possibly could, I don't even know if I know where it all went, I'm sure there's still ribbons of african cum sprayed all over the inside roof of the minivan. I frantically sucked, slurped, swallowed and gulped every drop that I possibly could. But it was too little too late. He must have cum a half a quart, and I don't think that's an exaggeration. His orgasm lasted almost one full minute. The longest and most pleasurable minute of my life. I lost count of the semen jettisons but I bet it was more than 10. His asshole was flexing on my wedding finger, squeezing it like a vice, as his entire body was tense. When I was no longer able to swallow his fire hose cock spray, I pulled my lips off of it and began stroking it with my right hand. More thick ribbons of cum shot out in white hot jets, finally decreasing in quantity but significant nonetheless. One shot on my face, lips and hair. Then the last few shot all over my tits, arm and hand. He was completely rigid, his body flexed and beautiful, his cock, my face and body covered in his black boy seed, my stomach, throat and teeth completely saturated with his thick teenage ball batter. He had screamed loud enough and long enough that I was sure someone had heard us, but I didn't care. Finally his body fell limp, his muscles loosened enough for me to get my wedding finger out of his black asshole. I didn't want to waste any of his cum so I began cleaning it off. First I licked it off my hand and arm. Then I wiped it off of my face onto my finger and swallowed it. It was like drinking from the fountain of youth. It was so strong, and so wonderful. Then I began cleaning him off, licking his black prick with the enthusiasm of a high school cheerleader. His cock was still somewhat rigid, but his balls appeared to be half the size they once were. I licked it off of his muscular black thighs, his young black balls and his stomach. "Now who's in control?" I thought. We both knew the answer to that question.