Reggie was swimming in the pool when my husband arrived home from the office. Reggie’s father arrived shortly after; they were sitting by the pool sharing a beer. After Reggie left my marital bed, I hurriedly cleaned the room, including spraying the room with an air freshener. I had forgotten what the smell was like after having intense sex, it was a wonderful smell.
The bed sheet smelled of sex and chlorine from the pool, so I quickly changed the sheets. Having illicit sex turned out to be a lot of work covering up the deed.
I watched the men talk; my husband was asking Reggie about the upcoming football season. Reggie’s seed inside me felt surreal, and I felt a twinge of guilt. Damn this Jewish guilt. Up to that point, I never cheated on my husband and honestly, felt no desire to do so. Then came Reggie, a young black man, a senior in high school. I promised myself that this incident was a one-time thing.
How could I not think about Reggie, he occupied my dreams as I tried to remember the nuance of his body and our intense sex. However, I was sticking to my promise.
Two weeks later, I saw Reggie in a store in town and I felt the urge again. He didn’t see me; he was with his friends. I left the store and masturbated in the car, thinking of Reggie’s incredibly muscular young body.
On the way home, I remembered that Reggie gave me his cell number. I forgot that I asked him for his number when we were in bed. Realizing I had his number made the urges come back twice as strong. I knew I needed to see Reggie again.
Nervously I started to text Reggie, then canceled the message. The urge was fighting my Jewish guilt, as I tried to text him again, with the same result. Then I convinced myself I would only see him one more time, and with that, the urges won out.
I nervously texted Reggie, “Hello, this is Mrs. Goldstein, you did some work for us. How are you?”
His reply came back quickly, “Hello, do you want more of me?”
His response was so confident, but then why else would I be texting him? I replied that I did, and my husband was away this afternoon after school. He told me he would be waiting by the gym entrance at three o’clock.
That was two hours from now, and I was excited and nervous, taking a shower and cleaning up the bedroom. I thought, “I was going to pick up a young black man from his school and bring him to my bed.” Was I insane, maybe yet, I wanted to feel his youthful power, one more time. I promised myself, just this one time.
Reggie was with two other black teens by the gym entrance when I drove up. He noticed my Land Rover and left his friends and opened the door. His friends were watching and were trying to see who was picking up their friend. His friends could see in my car with the open door as Reggie got in, he reached for my breast, giving it a squeeze. I was embarrassed, and it happened so fast, immature boys will show off, I guessed. He closed the door, and we sped off.
He released my breast and sat back, and said, “I wondered if you were going to call me, Ma’am.”
He was a charming respectful and calm young man once again, I was nervous. I told him that I never cheated on my husband and certainly never had sex with a young black teen. He smiled and told me that the other white lady said the same thing. Reggie had mentioned another older white lady in our neighborhood, I was so curious, but didn’t ask. I asked when he first had sex, and he shared how one of his teachers seduced him.
His story was exciting me, I had almost run a red light. How does a teacher seduce a young teen, Reggie seduced me. The urge was running faster through my body, I needed this young man badly.
Thankfully we drove up my long driveway and entered the garage. When the garage door was closed, he began feeling my breasts and pussy, we weren’t even out of the car. He undid my blouse and was pleased I was not wearing a bra.
He pinched my nipple, and I was getting hotter, I reached for his crotch, he was so hard under his jeans. Reggie was anxious and we began to undress in the car, like two teenagers at a late-night parking spot. With his jeans off, his cock was hard, he reached for my head, and I was frantically sucking and licking his delicious black cock. He pushed my head down and I took his cock deep in my mouth. I forgot where we were, I was lost in a sexual frenzy. He came fast and very hard, as I did my best to swallow all his hot gooey seeds. He was still pushing my head down and I began to gag, slowly he slipped his cock out of my mouth.
He wanted me to climb on his cock in the car as I tried to get him to come inside to the bed. He won, I climbed in the passenger seat and, facing him, lowered myself on his cock. My pussy was so wet, his still-hard shaft went smoothly into my body and hit my cervix, I moaned with sheer pleasure.
Later, I imagined my husband coming home and opening the garage, seeing his wife in a sexual frenzy with this young black teen.
After he came hard, pouring his seed into my pussy, I pulled off him and knelt and tasted more of his wonderful cock, some of his come and my own juiced. He gently took my head and rocked back and forth, he wanted to come again. At best, my husband can come twice, with the second time rendering a small amount of sperm. Reggie came twice, each time with a strong amount of come, and now he was about to come a third time.
His hips were rocking back and forth with his large strong hands keeping my head in place. He was fucking my mouth hard, and my jaw was in agony, as I am not used to Reggie’s cock size and power. Finally, he came, not as much but still enough of his thick and sweet come.
I was glad to see that Reggie was just as exhausted as I was, I never experienced sex so strong and powerful, and in the front seat of my car. Reggie kissed and felt my breasts, which felt so nice while I came down from the sexual high.
We got dressed in the car and he declined my offer to go to my house and said he would walk home. He lived a few streets away. He thanked me and asked if he could come over again, and I said yes, already breaking my promise of just one more time.
I said, “Next time, I want you in my bed.”
He replied, “Maybe, Mrs. Goldstein, this was so hot.”
I had to agree with that.
Over the next month, I would drive to the school weekly to get Reggie. His friends began to stand closer to my car, clearly seeing this middle-aged woman in the Land Rover. His friends looked like athletes, both black teens. I started to fantasize about them, and the way they looked at me, curious and hungry.
Then one rainy day, as I pulled into the parking area by the gym, Reggie approached the car and opened the back door. I didn’t understand why he wanted to get in the back, yet he didn’t. Instead, his two friends jumped in, and Reggie got in the front seat. I was shocked and surprised at the two young men in the back seat, I think they were equally surprised. I turned to Reggie and was about to protest, but his strong powerful look stopped me, and he simply ordered me to drive.
He never looked this strong, it was both frightening, and yet I felt a submissiveness rise deep inside me, and it felt good. I submitted to his demand and simply nodded, and we drove off to my home and bed, with three hungry young men.
