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Candle Light        While shopping one Saturday, I saw this familiar looking lady sitting on a bench. I walked over and asked, "Cara?" "Yes, I am Cara. Oh goodness, it is Dawn. How are you, darling," as we embraced. "Long time no see." "Yes it has been awhile," as I sat down beside her to quickly get up to date on each other lives since our college days. "I am waiting for my boyfriend to complete some shopping. I was divorced a couple of years back after I got caught cheating. Guess I deserved it as I never really let the fact that I was married get in the way of me having a good time when the urge came upon me. And what about you, Dawn?" "I'm still married to the same hard working and devoted husband. I must admit that I too have let my urges to have a fling now and then take control of me. I have been lucky as my hubby has never caught me nor as far as I know became suspicious. I try to make sure that I don't give into temptations unless he is out of town and then I am very careful that no one knows." I noticed a nice looking young black man coming our way and as he walked up to Cara he was eyeing me up and down. Cara introduced me to Dale. I was taken back at his youth, his build and charm. Dale then informed Cara that he had another item to look for and would be back. "Susan, if that is the cowboy you have in the saddle, I want one too," and giggled. "Yes Dawn, he is my young black lover. I know I am much older but I have something he wants and he sure has what I need as well. We are not living together but we have been seeing each other often for the past six months. He is a student at the university." As for me, I am not new to this black man wants white woman and white woman wants black man thing. I look at sex like I look at sweets, plain vanilla is very good but fancy chocolate now and then is a real treat for me. I think black guys want to be able to brag to their friends that they have had white and they have very special bragging rights if the white woman is a married woman. I am not judgmental, just thinking out loud. I consider fancy chocolate to be appealing to the eye, well made, and very tasty. I like my men that way as well, and when I want chocolate, I want the darkest chocolate there is. "Cara, it so happens that my husband has just left for the Middle East to install some factory equipment and will be gone for several months. A handsome young black guy like that would be excellent company while hubby is gone." "If you are serious, I will see if Dale has a friend who is interested in taking care of a lovely white wife for a while," Cara said. "I am as serious as a heart attack, Cara. Oh please find me one. I will owe you forever," as I giggled again. "I will check and give you a call when I have something definite," she said just as Dale returned and said that he was finished and was ready when she was. We all exchanged pleasantries and left. My mind was spinning with thoughts of a young black lover to play with while my husband was away. I knew it was wrong but I realized that I was weak when it came to sampling some fancy black while my plain vanilla was away. I had visions of a vanilla ice cream cone as the hot chocolate was poured all over it. I arrived home and immediately went to the full length mirror and looked at my 5 ft 9 in, 140 lb middle aged white body, still firm, and breast still perky. I thought to myself that it was still appealing and hoped that a young black stud would find it sexy and desirable. I anxiously awaited the phone call that I thought would never come. On the third day after our meeting, Cara called and said, "I informed Dale of what you wanted and asked him about a friend who might be interested. I told him that he would have to be very discrete and..." "I can't wait. What is the verdict?" I said to Cara. "You have a date Saturday night. Pick him up at 8 PM," she replied. "His name is Joel and he is Dale's room mate. It took a few days because Joel was out of town for a couple of days. He is damn good looking, sweetie, and has never dated a white gal and is a little nervous about you being white and married. I assured him your husband was out of town for awhile and you knew how to keep secrets and clever enough to not be seen." "Thanks Cara. I owe you more than I can ever pay," and giggled. "You are the greatest friend and I will love you forever. I can hardly wait and you tell Joel I will plan dinner for us at my place." It was just a day away and so much to plan for. What to wear, what to prepare for dinner etc. After some thought I had it all planned out. A cozy dinner of chicken breast over rice, a white wine from Germany, a candle in the middle of the table with the lights low and soft music playing. For the bedroom there would be a candle on the two lamp tables, and black satin sheets. For my dress, I would wear a long black velvet skirt split up the sides to the thigh showing my nice long legs, and a white sheer blouse allowing my black lacy half cup bra to show through and red satin panties. Saturday night came as I pulled up in front of the apartment and out walked this jet black young man and as he approached the car said he was Joel and I must be Dawn. I acknowledged the fact as he got into the car and placed a kiss on my cheek. He was so handsome and sexy, I could not believe my good fortune. As we drove off, I could tell he was looking me over really good and he finally said, "Dale told me you were foxy, but that was an understatement." I patted him on the thigh and told him how flattered I was being complimented from such a handsome young man. As we approached my house, I didn't want the nosy neighbors to see me with someone so I used the remote and opened the garage door and drove in closing it behind me. We entered the house and I asked Joel to pour the wine while I put dinner on the table. We made small talk as we ate and I could not get enough of looking at this young black man who would soon be getting the hottest woman he had ever had. We finished the dinner and wine and I suggested that we leave the dishes till morning, (as I was anxious to get on with my primary objective of tasting of the fancy black chocolate candy that was mine to have.) We went to the living room and danced to soft slow music as we held each other and pulled closer as our sexual arousals became apparent to each other. I could feel his now hard pole pushing against my womanhood. I soon whispered in his ear that he should follow me. I moved to the bedroom and filled with candle light, removed my blouse and stepped out of my skirt and stood there as he looked at my heaving breast and pantied covered hairy mound that he was soon to have. He kissed me and then trailed kisses down as he removed my bra and suckled my breast as if he were my baby. Oh it felt so good. He then kissed his way to my panties and off they came as he licked my juices and suckled my clit, sending heat waves all over my body. I was more than ready and removed his shirt and kisses down to his trouser that suddenly fell to the floor revealing his shorts where his erect manhood awaited my inspection in the flickering light. As I freed his black pole I thought I was going to have a spontaneous orgasm, it was so hard, black and erotically beautiful. I knew that I needed it so badly and pulled him to me as I laid back on the bed opening my legs to give my self to this handsome muscular young black stud. I knew it was his first white woman and wanted it to be the best he had ever had. Joel moved to place his manly cock into position as he gently moved it into my waiting canal, slowly moving in and out as our mouths kissed and our tongues met, our arms encircling each other, my black chocolate pudding on top of his white pudding. Oh me on my... Joel increased his thrusting and I was meeting each thrust with my own. "Oh Bo, baby, yes baby, hard and deep, sugar, make this horny white wife go into orbit. Oh baby, I want you so much, so good. Yes baby! You are mine." I could see the sweat on Joel glistening in the candle light as he was giving me all I could handle and making me feel so good, it was so good. I knew we were both close as Joel was breathing very heavy now and moaning loudly. He changed his pace and suddenly thrust very hard and deep and moaned loudly, "I'm cumming baby, you busted my black balls." His balls were slapping hard and loud on my wet butt as I held him tightly and as I felt his cock pumping his hot black seed deep into me, I shook all over, then got stiff and collapsed and he held me tightly and moaned letting his manly cock plant the last burst of seed. We both went limp and held each other for some time till he rolled over. As we lay there in each others arms, Joel said, "Baby, I didn't know sex was so good till tonight. You really busted this black boy's balls good. My mom always told me to never mess with white women and especially married ones. I know why she told me that but I am glad I didn't listen." "Thanks my darling. You are the one who made me do it," and giggled. You are so good my love and I am glad you were mine tonight and hope you will be again." "Oh you can count on this black boy being back for some more of his white sugar baby's loving," as we both drifted off to sleep. You can imagine that we were hot horny lovers for almost three months till my hubby came home and found that his wife was a hot horny woman. Of course he was not aware where my thoughts were when we were making love.

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