After hearing about Monika’s website, I decided to tell what happened to me in 1990. I grew up in a small midwest farm town. I was at the time a no way farm girl, but in HS I became very attracted to Don, this tall, dark and handsome guy my age. We began dating heavy, and my mother was not too keen of her daughter dating a son of a hog farmer, but once she learned the size of their hog production, and that his family was the most prominent in the area, she was okay. His father being on the board of directors at the bank did not hurt either. Don took me to the prom and when he went out west to attend Ag school, I was left behind. When he returned 4 years later, we both were surprised neither had found anyone and began a serious relationship. I was not ugly, but being a tall 5’9, skinny, and somewhat of a Tomboy type, I was wild when Don asked me to marry him.
We were married in front of his parent’s big white farmhouse, and I was content to be a farmer’s wife. A year later, I gave birth to our first son James, and two years later, Shawn came into the world. Not only was Don’s hog production the best in the state, but he landed board of director’s positions at the bank, stock yards and a real estate firm. I was overjoyed, but at the same time, I felt useless, so I went back to college and got my teacher’s degree. I always knew Don was not much of a romantic, neither was I, but still needed more quality cuddle time, but Do never had time. Now allowing it to upset me, I went on with teaching, helping his father with the hogs after school and being a good mother.
Feeling lonely one weekend while Don was away on a bank trip, I let some of my girlfriends talk me into attending a all ladies night at a sports bar. I was shocked to see male models dance and strip down to a net over their privates. I liked good looking men as much at the next lady, but felt a wife of a prominent man should not be in a place like this. When one of the men was a tall black guy, I felt cheap and left on my own. I was glad to welcome Don home, but felt slighted again when he announced he was off to a real estate convention in a few days. “What about our vacation?” I asked. “James and John are asking me. Don, do you not have any time for your family at all?” “Becky, it will have to wait until next year,” He said in his usual dry and arrogant tone.
No sooner had I cleared this hurdle, when Debbie called and really floored me. “Becky, where did you go the other night?” she said. “Remember Bobo, that handsome black hunk? He was asking about you Becky. He asked who that tall, short hair, foxy brunette was. I think he has the hots for you.” “What?” I yelled. “A black man? What kind of lady do you think I am? I’m a married lady.”
This was so disgusting that it made me not care about Don’s arrogant attitude. I had seen some young girls hanging around with black guys, but me, no way. To rid what I felt as “trash” I helped Don’s father label hogs for sale the next day after school. The very thought made me sick.
Don came in that evening and as usual ignored me. All he would talk about was his board meetings. “Don, would you like to make love tonight?” I said in a sexy voice. “The boys are out, and it has been a long time. I could slip into something sexy. Don, I really need you tonight, please?” “Becky, I have to combine wheat in the morning. Not tonight, Im too busy.” “Your damn farm and elected positions,” I yelled. “Don, do you not find me sexy anymore? You have no time for the boys either. What will your excuse be next year? Damn, I have to grade papers.” “Oh Becky,” Don said with a frown. “I have a chance to be where my grandfather was at the bank and this farm is on the verge of being the top hog producing farm in the state. Please understand.”
That was it. Case closed, as I fell asleep that night. I just thought to forget it. Don had a promising career and I was a successful teacher, so why worry about our cuddle life. But the next night, Debbie, Martha and Tammy were calling and talking how hot they were over this black Bobo. I mean these were married women, with children, and crazy over some black stripper. They somehow sensed Don and I were fighting, and again asked me to come to the club this weekend. I told them I did not need to see some black guy strip to solve my problems, but when Don was too busy to have dinner which I reserved Saturday night, I again was the good wife and stayed home and graded papers. The next week, I was moody, but occupied my mind by helping Don’s father with the hogs after school, while he attended meeting after meeting. Wednesday night while driving the boys to a game, I saw my friend’s cars at the lounge south of town. Whether out of curiosity or depression, I stopped on the way home. Pushing my way through the crowd, I spotted my girl friends at Ladies Night. “Becky!” Tammy yelled. “Bobo is next. Wait til you see him. He is so incredible. Sit down.” Soon the place was in chaos as all cheered this tall, lean black stripper. He was solid steel, and everyone when wild when he came by our table and winked at me. I felt disgusted when I told the girls it was so sick for us to have husbands and gloating over some black. “Oh come on Becky,” Martha yelled. “You know you want him. Did you see that bulge in the net?”
I was so upset that I went to pick up the boys. When we got home, I told Don he should take more interest in the boy’s activities and he agreed. As I was helping the boys with their homework, the phone rang and it was Tammy saying, Bobo wanted to meet me. “He’s hot for you Becky.”
I shrugged it off and stayed home Saturday night with Don. He paid more attention to his paper work, and I just thought, if only Don knew a black man found me appealing. His family once owned slaves on this very farm. He would flip his lid. “Don, can we do something next Saturday night?” I said. “Becky, you know I take hogs to market next Saturday. Why don’t you do something with the girls?”
By Saturday, I was ready too. Don and I had argued all week, so I dressed like a teenager and went to the club to watch the girls get excited over their black friend. As I was preparing to leave, I heard someone call my name. Turning around, I saw Bobo coming toward me. “Well pretty lady, I finally get to meet the farmer’s wife. Did the girls tell you what I said? You are so sexy!” “Yes, and they also should have told you I am a wife and mother of two sons. What do you want?” “I want you,” he said. “They also told me farmer boy can’t make you happy, I could do things…….” “Cut the bull,” I yelled. “I don’t need some black stud to help my marriage. Get lost!”
When I came home, I put on a sexy night gown, hoping Don would notice. He didn’t, but he did ask me to attend a cattleman’s convention next week. It was a step, so I accepted.
Coming home from school on Monday, I helped Don’s father prepare hogs for market. Coming in the house, Bobo calls and begins to tell me how he could fill the void in my life. I hung up.
I felt good as Don and I drove to the convention. It was the first time we had been together in ages. The hotel was plush, and as usual the cattleman association went all out. Instead of being alone and dancing with my husband, Don kept busy talking business with everyone. Although some of the men paid me compliments, I was so pissed that not only did I order a scotch, but found myself daydreaming about Bobo. “So what if he’s black,” I thought to myself. Once things were over and we retired to our room, Dom seem upset when I threw myself at him. “Good land Becky,” he said hanging up his suit. “Stop acting like a school girl.” Needless to say I fell asleep thinking of how Bobo wanted me. Sure I felt a little cheap, but I also was a woman with needs. As Don snored, I began to think about Bobo compliments.
When we returned home, I did not mind helping my father-in-law tag hogs after school, but I was furious when Don announced he was also going into real estate and did not even discus it with me. In a flash I found myself calling Debbie to see if she was going to the club. “You’re wanting Bobo aren’t you Becky? You’re too late, Bobo is gone, I think he moved on to Kansas City.” This time my rejection was to a black man, but without asking Debbie said she would see if she could locate him. I went on with my daily routines of being a mother, teacher and neglected by Don
A week later Tammy phoned. “I know Don is there,” she whispered. “But Debbie located Bobo and he said to meet him at the Kingdom Motel, room 104, Saturday night. I envy you so much Becky.”
Saturday morning I was shaking all over, but that evening when I told Don I was going to take the mini van and visit Tammy, he said that was fine, he could catch up on some paper work. I could not believe I was doing this as I drove south of town. When I pulled in the parking lot, I saw Bobo standing in front of room 104 and waving to me. “Well pretty lady,” he said. “I’m so glad you have decided to come. Don’t be nervous, I know your husband treats you like shit. How about some wine?” “Skip the wine,” i said. “You are a black man who enjoys degrading white wives like me.” “Then why are you here pretty farmer’s wife? I know what you want. You want what your husband can’t” “Stop it,” I yelled. “Not only am I Don’s wife, but I am the mother of two teenage sons.” “You stop it,” he said. “You want my big black cock as bad as I want some over 40 white ass. I’ll make it easy, you take off your clothes, I’ll take off mine, and we can go from there.”
I still was in disbelief as I disrobed in the bathroom. Soon this black man eyes were all over me. “Just what I thought,” he said removing my bra. “A tall, slender, short hair brunette wife with small tits, but you are just what my big black root has been wanting. Here, lie down Becky.” As he removed my panties, I felt his lips, tongue and teeth sucking my vagina and clit. I suddenly surrendered to what Don had not done in years. “Just screw me and get it over with,” I moaned. His cock looked like a black hammer handle, at least a foot long. Spreading my long legs, I let out a grunt as this huge thing broke in my vagina. I threw my head back and clinched the bed post.
“I have been wanting this the first time I saw you,” he said driving deeper in my tight hole. “I know the farmer can’t satisfy the farmer’s wife. I’m going to make you addicted to black cock.” “Cut the crap about my husband,” I moaned. “Damn, you are killing me. You’re tearing me into.” “You’re doing okay Becky,” he said. “Here put these pillows under your head so you can see my big black root going in and out of your tight cunt. Can’t you feel me ripping your belly Becky baby?” I was too weak to speak as the pain was now subsiding. I had never felt this good before. “I think I am going to cum,” I said trying to catch my breath. “My tubes are tied, if you’re wondering. Do it inside me if you want. I know that is what you want to do. Cum inside me, I don’t care.”
“Becky, you are my bitch tonight,” he said as I felt his load shooting in me. As his mouth bit my breasts, I bit his wet shoulder and bucked to the wildest orgasm of my life. It felt so good. “I have to be going,” I said as he was still shooting on my navel. “It happened, I must go.” “Don’t go Becky,” he said rubbing his black cock in my face. “Forget your husband and sons for one night. I know you want to suck some chocolate, and I want some more of your tight pussy. Okay?” “Bobo it happened,” I said searching for my bra. “Don thinks I am visiting a friend and my two sons are not that much younger than you. It happened, I enjoyed it, but it is over. Let me go.”
“Not before a farewell shower,” he said as I whined in dismay. Soon we were in the shower as he was sucking between my legs again. Then I did something I thought I would never do. I knelt down and took his black erection in my mouth. My mind was blaming Don for all this as I sucked him. I soon found myself back on the bed as he balled my brains out again for another hour.
“This must never happen again,” I said as Bobo was wiping his cum off me, as I put on my bra. My car weaved as I drove home. Don was asleep when I arrived and my sore vagina caused me to pee every hour. Bobo’s teeth marks were all over my sore breasts. My remorse lasted for weeks every time I faced Don and the boys. They would never believe I would do this with a black man and although the scars were healing, one minute I was in guilt, and the next, I was having wild flashes of the great night I had spent with a black man. At times, I felt I was addicted to black cock, but was firm and declined Bobo’s advances when he called and wanted me again. Nothing ever changed with Don, but I’m not sure I would even want sex with him after the night Bobo gave me.
As the months passed, I had strong urges of black cock everyday. Could I go on and be a good wife and mother and be a slut for some black man on the side? Perhaps when the boys went to college, I could feel a long black cock that hurt me so much, but yet drove me off the edge?? Bobo had long since moved on, but I know it won’t be too much of a problem to find a black stud or studs to service a thin, tom boy, over 40 wife. I’m sure there are many who would like the farmer’s wife.
THE END