This is a story about one of those times not long ago. It would seem unlikely that a young black male would be interested in a middle aged married white woman, however apparently I tickled ones hormones just right at the company picnic. (I am 5'-9," 140 lbs, nice figure, brown hair and brown eyes, and my breast tend to bounce and my butt wiggles.) My hubby had recently been promoted to supervisor in a local plant where mostly guys worked. He was interested in making a good impression so we both chose our dress for the occasion with some care. I chose a pair of good fitting black slacks, a thin pullover white satin top with an opening down to reveal my breast that were held in a sheer white bra. As we moved about at the picnic chatting with the guys and their families (those who had families), I noticed two young black guys who were looking me over pretty good. Every time I looked their way they seemed to be looking my way. This peaked my interest somewhat as I really love to be admired by any male at any time. It makes my day and I really feel that I am a sexy desirable woman even at my middle age. Finally we made our way to the two black guys who appeared to be with one black girl. Hubby introduced me to them as Randy and Tim and Tim's girlfriend, Rose. I thought, randy is a nice sexy name as I turned to him, smiled and took his hand gently squeezing it and said, "Randy, I am pleased to meet you. I hope you are enjoying the picnic," as I gave his hand a second squeeze. I could see that he was nervous and I wondered if I was having an affect on him. (I was surely hoping so, as I was now having some very sexual visions about this handsome young black man, thinking of him as a real stud needing to place his black pole in this white woman's sweet spot. Getting together would be difficult. First it would not be easy to just give him my phone number, or for me call him or whatever. (My mind was racing as we moved on to meeting others. Did he really want me enough to take the risk and me him enough to take the risk?) I did not know what my husband would do if he found out about any of my little cheating episodes. I only knew that from time to time my hormones took control of my mind and made me do some things that others would probably never do, especially white married women who would not dare be caught with a black lover in our snooty society, even thought they may secretly have a burning desire to take a black lover. I kept glancing back at Randy and each time I saw that he was looking at me, which stroked my ego that much more and made me want to find some way to talk to him in private and see if perhaps my suspicions were correct, that he was having sexual thoughts about me. I knew that if this was going to go any further, I would have to do something to move the action along. Later I observer that Randy was alone and my hubby was talking bout hunting and fishing with his boss, so I walked over to Randy and said, "It looks like we both need someone to chat with. I hope you don't mind." "Of course I don't mind. Thanks for offering," as he moved his eyes up and down my body showing his approval. "It seems to me that a handsome young man like you should have a girl friend, or do you," I remarked. "I had one in Louisiana but we broke up when I told her I was going to Texas to work. Things in my home town are rather slow," Randy replied. "She wanted me to stay home and not leave her but money was short so I had to get a job. I am just out of high school with no car so I needed money." "I am sure you miss her very much, however I am sure you will find another girl friend soon. There are plenty of young ladies around who appreciate a hard working handsome man like you. You are no doubt the best looking guy here at the picnic," I said, as I gave him the once over, smiling and emphasizing my words about him being handsome. "If I may say so, you are the most beautiful woman here as well," Randy said in a nervous low voice. "I hope you don't mind me saying that". "That is sweet of you, Randy, and no, I am pleased that you think I am that lovely. It is not often that I get compliments like that and it is especially good from a young guy half my age. I could kiss you for that," and giggled. (I felt sure that he was reading my mind now, as he seemed to become more nervous and seemingly uncomfortable yet wanting to continue with the little flirtations.) Randy looking at me, said, "I would like that very much from such a lovely lady. I am sure it would make my day." "Well," and I giggled as I continued, "I would like to think I could make your day. I uhh... well... if this continues, I may need to see how good I can make it," as I lowered my voice to a whisper, "I hope I am not making too much out of this little chat, but would you like for me to give you a sample kiss sometime?, and giggled again. "I can not believe I said that, Randy, I am twice your age and here I am acting like a teenager looking for her first date." I could see now that Randy was breathing heavy and his mind was in a real mess trying to think and say something, as he blurted out, "You are one sexy woman and I think I can handle it." I smiled back at Randy and said, "So when I get my situation in order to where we can have some time together and you have had time to think about this some more, where can I contact you"? Randy carefully wrote his telephone number on a piece of paper and slipped it into my hand. I winked at him and moved on to rejoin my hubby who was still talking about hunting and fishing. I frequently glanced at Randy from time to time and judging from the expression on his face, had really kindled his desire for this middle aged white wife. That night me and hubby were making love and he remarked that I was especially quick to arousal and seemingly enjoying our lovemaking especially well. I told him that I was thinking of all the second glances I got at the picnic and had especially enjoyed them. He told me that I was the best dressed and sexiest lady at the picnic. I thought he would really be shocked if he knew I was thinking of Randy's young black cock going deep inside his wife's white pussy planting those little black seed in his garden. Oh Well! I will never tell him what I was thinking. (I suspect that my husband has planted his seed in other gardens. I have never seen a man who did not cheat now and then.) My opportunity came a few days later when my hubby came home and announced that the company was sending him to a purchasing and contracting school for two weeks in some distant city. I was immediately scheming to get together with my new found black admirer and get that hot young muscular body next to mine and enjoying his hard thrusting hard pole. A few days later I took my hubby to the airport on a Saturday for his flight, kissed him goodbye and rushed home to call Randy. Randy answered the phone and I said, "Hi, this is Pam, remember me?" "Sure do Pam. I have gone to bed every night thinking of you. You are really on my mind," he said. "Good to hear from you. I already know about your hubby going away for two weeks. Does this call mean that we are going to have a secret date?" "Randy, you make me so happy that you are thinking of me and I have thought of you a whole lot and can hardly wait to see what our date will be like. You can back out if you want. You are taking a big chance with me being your boss' wife and all. Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes Pam, anyone in my shoes would be crazy for not wanting you and taking the opportunity to have a date with you. I have never felt this way about anyone before, and I have never had a white girl friend either. I can't wait to see you!" "We have to be careful you know so I will pick you up tonight if you are free and we will go to my house and have the whole night together if you want," I hastily told him that he was making me feel like a high school girl who is making a date to loose her cherry, and giggled. "Oh sugar," I said, "I can hardly wait to get you into my arms and please you." "I am free tonight Pam and will be waiting and watching for you. I already know you drive a white SUV." I drove up to Randy's apartment that he shared with Tim and I saw this handsome young black guy walking toward my car knowing that he was about to get one hot white wife. He entered the car and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek as I placed my hand on his hard muscular thigh. Driving into the driveway, I opened the garage door with the electronic opener and drove into the garage and closed the door behind us before we got out of the car, (can't be too careful in a nosy neighborhood). We entered the house by the side door and as I closed the door, Randy took me into his arms kissing me passionately on the lips and whispered to me, "I did not think this would ever happen, gee... I am the luckiest "Black Boy" in the world. I kissed him back and pulled close to him and said, "I am the lucky one, sweetie. You will never know how much I wanted this to happen." We moved slowly into the house kissing and hugging and moving our hands over each other. I said, "Randy, I noticed how you looked at me at the picnic and I felt that you really liked what you saw but I had clothes on and still do. Should I show you what the real me looks like. His black eyes twinkled and he said, oh yes baby, I would love that," I started removing my blouse, and bra exposing my nice firm breast with their hard nipples. Randy looked momentarily and then gently squeezed my breast as he kissed down my neck and to the nipples, taking them in his mouth one by one gently sucking and rolling them in his mouth. I was running my finger up his neck and into his hair with my head back making throaty sounds as he was moving my arousal to a higher point. His fingers were already unzipping my skirt as it fell to the floor and his hands found my hair mound in my panties. I started unbuttoning his shirt and removed it as we sank down on the couch. I began kissing his chest and nibbling on his manly nipples surrounded by his kinky hairy chest as I unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down revealing his white jockey shorts covering his now erect manhood. He pushed me back on the couch and moved on top kissing me as he removed his pants and started pushing against me with the only barrier being my panties and his shorts. I knew that we were well on our way and needed to move to the bedroom where I would willingly give my white love hole to his demanding and searching black rod. Taking Randy by the hand, I led him to the bed and turned and pulled of my panties and said, "Now you can see what you are going to have tonight, my black lover. I have a hot wet white pussy for you to take care of." "Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm baby, I love that white pussy with the black curly hair hiding you sweet thing," as he moved his head down gently spreading the hair and lips to kiss my waiting clit. I thought I was going to have an orgasm right there, it was so good. I quickly removed his shorts and looked at the beautiful black cock with its clear precum oozing from the slit. I licked it off and kissed my lovers pole all the way to his black jewels and back. I moved onto the bed opening my legs to receive my lover, the one I wanted to take me to the heavens and back. Randy was as excited as I and quickly moved above me to cover his new mistress. I felt like a young mare receiving her black stallion. I knew that this black stud was going to make me scream with joy. Without words, just moans and groans and hands moving all over each other, holding tight and meeting every thrust with a thrust of my own, I was taking my black lover who was driving me crazy satisfying my sexual appetite like never before. Randy was sweating all over me and he was slipping and sliding as we both held on as if our life depended on it. Just as I felt his manhood start throbbing pumping his black seeds deep inside me, I started the greatest orgasm I have ever had, as I hollered out to Randy, "Take me, you black stud. Breed me! You are making me wild! Hold me tight! Oh baby, I'm a goner. Randy was uttering some words like, "You are the hottest bitch in the world, you are mine! You are making me... oh... I'M CUMMING! Oh Baby!" We fell apart and sank into each others arms exhausted. Kissing and kissing and gently rubbing each other. I softly asked Randy, "Are you glad we met at the picnic"? "Yes baby," he replied. I am glad that you took a liking to me also. I feel so good right now. You are even better than I had imagined. Honestly you are better than the black girl I left at home. If all white wives are like you, it is no wonder black guys like to talk about getting the white wives." "Thanks, Randy," I said. "I am glad this old woman still has what it takes to make a man happy. I was hoping you wanted me as much as I wanted you. I don't have any regrets and hope you do not either. I am really glad that I pleased you so well, as you did me also." Randy chuckled and said, "I hope that we can do this again before that white red neck hubby of yours gets back". I just smiled and winked my approval knowing that we would do it again soon as we both drifted off into a deep sleep in each others arms knowing that our sexual desires were well satisfied for the moment.