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.”