FANCY CHOCOLATE

While shopping one Saturday, I saw this familiar 
looking lady sitting on a bench. I walked over and 
asked, "Susan?"

"Yes, I am Susan. Oh goodness, it is Brenda. 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, Brenda?"

"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 Susan he was eyeing me up and 
down. Susan introduced me to Jason. I was taken back at 
his youth, his build and charm. Jason then informed 
Susan 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 Brenda, 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.)

"Susan, 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 Jason has a friend 
who is interested in taking care of a lovely white wife 
for a while," Susan said.

"I am as serious as a heart attack, Susan. 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 Jason 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, Susan 
called and said, "I informed Jason 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 Susan. 

"You have a date Saturday night. Pick him us at 8 PM," 
she replied. "His name is Bo and he is Jason's room 
mate. It took a few days because Bo 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 Susan. 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 Bo 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 Bo and I must be 
Brenda. 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, "Jason 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 Bo 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. 

Bo 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...

Bo 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 Bo 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 Bo 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, Bo 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.