I had my first white woman and wife when I was 22 and she was 31.
I was working in my first office job after leaving University and she was the dept manager. She was a really cute. petite blond who always was smartly dressed in skirts and heels. All the men fancied her but she was married and didn't pay any attention to their flirting.
We had been working late on a project for a few nights in a row and I went into her office only to find her crying. It turns out that her husband had been screwing around and she had found out a couple of weeks earlier. I guess I was the sympathetic ear and for about a week she would pour out her woes to me and I would try to comfort her.
Then one evening after she had been talking for a while she just told me that she though that I was really nice and kind and she leant over and kissed me. I couldn't believe my luck - here was I, the office junior, getting off with the hottest woman on the floor.
That night we went back to my rented rooms and she fucked my brains out. Apparently she hadn't had sex sinceshe discovered that her husband cheated and I think the pent up sexual frustration just burst out. We fucked regularly for several weeks but it eventually came to an end when she decided that she would try to make a go of the marriage with the husband.
She told me that he realised his mistake when she revealed to him that she was seeing a younger black man who was bigger than him and could last longer!
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