BARBARA'S NEW YOUNG BOYFRIEND

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My wife Barbara is 42, with wavy, natural blonde hair atop a 5'1" body weighing 170 pounds. Blessed with a beautiful face and stark blue eyes, Barbara has shapely hips carried on full, plump legs. With supple breasts filling a 38DD-cup, she is an attractive woman.

Dean's appetite for eroticism to some is strange. He is a voyeur and has a vivid imagination and a pretty wife. He is highly aroused watching her flirt with other men. He even encouraged her to get a boyfriend. Of course, this hurt her feelings.

One day he was sitting at his desk in their den reading impregnation stories and didn't hear her approach. He was startled when she wrapped her arms around him. He could feel her breath on his neck and her breasts pressed against his back as she looked over his shoulder. In a soft voice she asked, "What are you reading?"

For several awkward moments, he held his breath as she studied the screen. "Read it to me," she whispered. Hesitantly, he read the story about a husband who encourages his wife to take a lover and she gets pregnant.

Barbara asked, "Do you fantasize like this when we have sex?"

"Mmm-huh," and immediately he regretted my answer.

She sighed and gave him a cuff and turned to leave. Smarting from her reaction, he called after her, "Wait, what about you? What turns you on?"

Glancing over her shoulder, she merely said, "Boys, of course."

One night they were out to dinner with their neighbors, Gladys and George Johnson. They are a black couple in their 40's. George is an accountant, and Barbara and Gladys work at the same place. The discussion turned to a recent news report about a female teacher who had sex with a student.

George said, "A teacher having sex with her student turns me on."

"It's hot," Dean agreed.

"How hot do you think it would be if your wife was having sex with one of her co-workers?" Gladys asked, shooting an inquiring look his way.

" Barbara told me that boys turn her on," Dean chuckled.

Gladys quickly turned to Barbara and asked, "Have you been approached?"

There was silence at first as Barbara glared at me. "No, and Dean's imagination is working overtime," Barbara answered firmly.

Not deterred, George asked, "What if she did have an affair with one of her young co-workers?"

"Ah, sex with a young boy, if only to indulge a fantasy," Dean answered wistfully.

"An affair is not a one-night stand," Gladys pointed out.

Both George and Gladys knew about my voyeurism, so without any embarrassment Dean explained, "I've told her she can date. She can have single privileges for however long she wants."

By now Barbara was blushing in humiliation with the conversation focused on her and young co-workers. Gladys, on the other hand, had a twinkle in her eyes. Looking at Barbara, she patted her hand and said, "I know a boy you can have sex with."

Astounded, Barbara asked, "Who?"

Gladys probed, "Are you interested or just curious?"

Embarrassment flushing her face, Barbara pleaded, "Tell me who."

"Tyrone..." George beamed.

Barbara looked at George and then Gladys in disbelief. Gasping, she declared, "Tyrone is your son!"

Her eyes blinking rapidly she asked, "Are you suggesting....?"

In unison, both George and Gladys declared, "Yes!" Astonished, she thought about what they were proposing.

It was bizarre. She adored Tyrone, and his image rose in her mind. He was tall for his age, about 6'2”. He had the African features of his father and the gentle personality and inquisitive intellect of his mother. With the muscular build of a young teen, he was quite handsome.

"Look," Gladys began, "Tyrone's birthday is in a month. Between now and then, be a little more intimate with him and see how you feel. You could be his birthday present."

They made love that night and Barbara was incredibly passionate. Afterward Dean said, "You were especially aggressive tonight. Were you thinking about Tyrone?"

"Hmmm yes," she murmured, gazing at nothing.

"What were you thinking?" he asked, encouraging her to say more.

"I was imagining me in your fantasy."

Curious Dean asked, "Oh?"

She turned away to sleep. Moments passed, and then in a whisper she asked, "And in your fantasy do I get pregnant?"

Sleep for Dean was a long time coming as he considered the consequences of her question.

For several days, Dean watched as Barbara went about her normal routine. Then he noticed she began to spend more and more time with Tyrone. At first, it was quite innocent. They would sit together just talking or watching TV. But soon they were holding hands, and then cuddling and kissing.

Finally, the month was concluding, and Tyrone's birthday was here. Standing with her arms around him, Barbara asked, "What can I give you for your birthday?" She was wearing a light cotton see-through blouse. Braless, her pink areolas and darker nipples were plainly visible.

Shyly, he looked down at her breasts and fidgeted, not answering. Aroused, his large erection pressed against her.
He was nervous and self-conscious, but finally found the courage to ask in a raspy voice, "Would you be my girlfriend?"

Moved by how she felt the moment Tyrone spoke those words, Barbara's eyes began to water. "Do you mean the kind of girlfriend you love?" she asked, emotion welling up in her now trembling voice.

Quickly seeing how Barbara was reacting, Tyrone tried to run away, saying, "I'm sorry, Barbara. I know you are married."

Barbara pulled him to her, laying kiss upon kiss over his face. Sniffling with tears running down her cheeks, she said, "Oh Baby, yes, I want to be your girlfriend!"

Looking into her eyes, Tyrone's face relaxed from the torment he felt just seconds before. He hesitantly touched his lips to Barbara's, and she opened her mouth to him for the first time. Although inexperienced, his kiss was passionate, long and loving. Tyrone carefully placed a hand over her breast, and when Barbara didn't object he gently squeezed.

Breaking the kiss at last, Barbara asked, "Tomorrow is your birthday. Will you sleep with me tonight?"

Fear flashed across his face as he stammered, "B-but..."

"Dean doesn't care," she softly assured as she kissed him again and again. She removed her wedding ring, saying, "I'm your girl now.

Barbara went to tell Gladys the news. She was sure, no longer apprehensive. She had developed an emotional bond with Tyrone she in no way expected. She explained that he asked her to be his girlfriend, and that she wanted him to spend the night with her. Gladys's face grew bright as she cried, "That is wonderful news. And what about Dean? Does he still want this?"

"Yes, in fact, he is probably masturbating right now. I told him Tyrone was going to spend the night with me and he needed to move his things to the spare room. He could hardly contain himself. He got an erection the second I told him."

That night, Barbara dressed in a short red silk robe. Cuddled together on the couch, her legs intertwined with Tyrone's, Dean could see she wore nothing underneath. She kissed him lovingly. Tenderly stroking his face, she whispered, "I'm in love with you, Tyrone."

Dean could tell by her ragged breathing that Barbara was aroused. At this point, Dean could feel his heart beating rapidly and the adrenaline in his veins increasing the level of his own nervousness. In the faint light, the contrast between her and Tyrone was unbelievably striking.

Dean could sense her passion growing and smell her arousal. She untied her robe and smoothly slid it off her shoulders. Slipping her arms from the sleeves she lay naked next to him. I could see the swell of her hips and the silky texture of her skin. The heave of her chest betrayed her excitement. Dean's heart was racing.

Dean watched Tyrone's shaking hand touch her bare breast for the first time, squeezing and gently pinching. Dean could see her nipples harden under his fingers as he pulled them. He caressed her inner thigh slowly teasing a path to her most intimate feminine treasure. She arched and hung her head backward as his fingers pushed into her.

Barbara's hands were clenched into tight fists as she trembled in orgasm. Motionless, Dean felt a jolt of sexual energy surge through his body feeding his voyeur's hunger. Dean was full of lust watching this boy touching naked Barbara.

Burying his face against her soft breast, his lips drew on a nipple. She could feel his tongue taunting her, causing a quiver deep inside. His hand cupped her other breast as his fingers teased the soft, delicate areola. With her fingers, she lightly traced along his young lips nursing from her breast.

Tyrone lifted his face from her breast as his lips reluctantly let her nipple slip from between them. Her soft lips parted as she felt the electric thrill of his tongue touching hers. The kiss was tender, then demanding as he pressed his lips hungrily into her.

Barbara could feel the unmistakable hardness of Tyrone's large black cock against her. Reaching into his pajamas she touched, then held him for the first time, unable to close her fingers around his surprising thickness. She looked at her bare ring finger and then toward Dean, stroking his hardened penis. She searched his eyes for any misgiving and saw none.

Opening her mouth, she bowed her head to swallow Tyrone's black cock. She felt the soft skin slide across her tongue, the head probing deep into her throat. She pressed down until he was entirely in her, her lips stretched and jaws wide apart. His taste and scent fueled her passion. With her hand cupping his sack and squeezing lightly she worked her tongue moving her mouth up and down his stiff member.

Feeling the sensations deep within her womb, her clitoris hardened, she felt another orgasm course through her body. She moaned in a throaty voice "I want you in me. I need to feel your bare black cock deep in my pussy."

Barbara then rose from the couch, and took Tyrone's hand to lead him to the main bedroom. Once there, she helped him remove his clothing, so he was standing there totally naked, for the first time in her view. Together they lay back on the king-sized bed, leaving plenty of room to move around.

Barbara then spoke in a quiet voice to Tyrone: “Baby, I told you I am in love with you. However, before we go any further, I need to explain some things to you. I know you are inexperienced in sexual intercourse. I want to teach you so many things about it.

First, I am sure you know about fucking a woman, your father has probably had “the talk” with you, about what goes where between a man and woman, but since your mother shared this probably is your first time, I need to explain the differences of “making love” and “plain fucking.”

Making love is when a man and woman truly love each other and want to share their pleasures between them. The woman wants to be made to feel special, and the man takes his time in providing her enjoyment, and at the same time receives pleasure from his cock deep in her vaginal sheath.

The woman's pussy can do wondrous things when they are making love.... her pussy walls, besides being tight against the cock, can also contract and massage the cock in her, heightening the pleasure of the man. The best part is when they both achieve an orgasm, and the cock begins to pulse its warm cum in her. The man wants to keep his cock in her after he deposits his seed in her, and the woman wants it there as well. Only when the man fully deflates his hardness, will he pull out, leaving his cum deep in her.

The other type of sexual intercourse is, of course, FUCKING!

In this area, the woman is more of a receptacle for a more dominant man, who is looking just to cum. He is not caring about the woman's pleasure or enjoyment, though in most cases, she does enjoy it, too. The man is driving his hard cock as deep and as rapidly as he can, to cum as quickly as possible. As you can see, there are differences in these two basic scenarios.

I want to be your teacher for both of these possibilities, and walk you through the actual processes.

For our first time, as I am sure you can guess, we need to make love, not just fuck.”

Pulling him over her, with one hand Barbara guided his throbbing cock to her wet opening. The pressure of his cock at her sex increased as his engorged head slid slightly between her soaked lips. She arched her back to ease his entry. His cock was pushing into the open folds of her moist vulva. She felt a delicious pressure as his thickening cock slid deeper and deeper into her, penetrating her. Her need to mate with this boy willed her to push against him until his young, firm cock probed fully into her.

The warmth of her pussy enveloped him as he claimed her for his own. His shaft, glistening with her secretions slid in and out of her body, his hands fondling her soft white breasts, and his lips suckling upon her nipples. He made awkward, yet deliberate fucking motions into her, then out of her, then back in, stretching her and filling her. Her body rocked as he withdrew his hardness from within her. His muscles tensed as he drove harder back into her. She heaved her hips to meet his thrusts. She locked her legs tightly around her young lover as she dug her heels into his buttocks, pulling him deeper within her. He stiffened and moaned into her breast. She felt his hot seed pierce her womb, her own orgasm rippling wave after wave through her body as she cried out "YES!"

They lingered entwined together, exhausted in a loving embrace. And Dean, his lust momentarily sated, quietly murmured, "yes!"

Barbara cuddled close to Tyrone, praising him for an outstanding first time making love with her. They were exchanging soft kisses and murmurs of love as they caressed each other's bodies.... Barbara, his chest and down to his soft cock, Tyrone, her tits and pussy, feeling the cum leaking out.

Barbara finally said to Tyrone, “Now that we have accomplished our first lovemaking, we need to discuss our other options going forward. I know there will be times, and hopefully a lot of times, that we will be doing this some more. There will be times, though, when you will feel to satisfy your hard cock's need to just fuck! In that case, you can just tell me to open up and I'll be ready for your cock to penetrate my cunt.

Yes, at the times of fucking, my pussy becomes a cunt, a cunt ready and willing to be fucked, as long and as hard as you may desire to satisfy your pleasure of using me. And though I look forward to more lovemaking, I also welcome your just wanting to fuck me!

As far as us now being your girlfriend, I want you to consider that you are now my boyfriend. By this I mean, we will be doing girlfriend/boyfriend activities outside of the house. We will be holding hands in public for the world to see, and we will kiss in public as the spirit moves us. I do not care what other people may think of an older white woman with a younger black man.

I will dress as you wish, either as my current demure self, or if you wish, to show me off as a sexy wanton cunt. Around the house, I will stay naked all the time, to be ready for any sudden urges to fuck. When we do go out to dance or party, we need to make it clear that you own my body and soul. I will stay in your arms and kiss you, and if you wish, for you to fondle my tits and cunt openly.

As far as you owning my body and soul, I do mean that literally. You will possess all three of my holes, and that means, yes, you will break in my virgin ass. I will not deny you any part of my body that you want, and what you want me to service of yours: any, and I mean any, position to fuck me, rimming your asshole, being pissed on by your cock, and drinking your piss direct from the tap, so to speak.

As we move forward, we will keep experimenting and trying new things, anything that we both agree to.... and as I mentioned earlier, I do not plan on refusing you anything!

There may come a time in the future, too, where you may become like Dean, as a voyeur to watch me with other men. Again, if that is you wish to share me with other black men...NO WHITES...then as I've said, I will not refuse that eventuality. Even though I am still legally married, and knowingly committing adultery, you are the most important man in my life.

I absolutely have no further use of Dean sexually, including kissing, or heaven forbid, his small white penis. He has been relegated to the spare room in the house. I am also currently on birth control pills, and when we agree the time is right, I will stop them and happily carry our interracial child."

Tyrone moved in as Barbara wished, and he became her exclusive lover.

Several months passed, and one night as Dean lay silently listening to the sounds of their coupling, he thought of how this all started. His fantasy grew into obsession, and lust dared the consequence.

The proof was now in Barbara's swollen belly, pregnant by a boy's seed with his black baby.