Suburban Bliss

Suburban Bliss

Chapter 1 -- Team Pride

My name is Samantha Burke, or Sam for short. The only way to start this is to tell you who I am and what I'm about, or at least give you an idea of who I was when all this crazy nonsense began. Looking back now I can hardly believe all that's happened. I guess the past is always like that, but for me it was like a runaway train. I never dreamed I would end up where I have.

I'm in my forties, but I don't look it. With a platinum superstar package at my local gym and tons of gorgeous parks to jog in near my home, I always did my best to stay in shape. Add to that the constant running a wife and mother of two must do in her daily life, and I was as fit and trim as I was in my twenties. I don't like to brag, but a set of bouncy double-g cups and a big juicy booty aren't exactly commonplace at your usual PTA meetings. Strawberry blonde curls down to my shoulders, big blue eyes, and a set of long legs that I am particularly proud of made me stand out among the average soccer mom for sure. I don't mind the term MILF. In fact I kinda like it.

When my son Scotty made the basketball team, I was so proud of him. He was so scrawny, and I never thought he had much talent, but the way the other boys all welcomed him warmed my heart. They were all smiles every time I dropped him off, insisting I stay and watch their practice. I felt like such a queen on the sidelines as they stopped by to see if I needed anything, always complimenting me on my dress and shoes, my pretty hair, my freckles, my big titties, my juicy bottom. It was all harmless flirting. That's just how boys behave.

I never considered it odd that Scotty was the only white boy on the team. My husband Harold doesn't trust blacks, but in my experience, they're always sweet and playful. They aren't exactly gentlemen, but I kind of liked their down and dirty behavior. I didn't even mind the occasional hand on my butt or caress of my inner thigh. Obviously, I was way too old for them, so they were just being polite in their way. I never mentioned it of course. I guess I kind of liked the attention.

After graduation Scotty decided to go out of state for college. Sadly that meant we had to say goodbye to the boys on the team. They weren't happy about losing 'Their Star Player' even though most games Scotty only seemed to ride the bench. They'd hoped he would come along with them to community college nearby, and I would be there for every game just like always. Some things aren't meant to be.

It was a Wednesday evening when I heard a knock at the front door. I was doing dishes and catching up on some household chores with my stories on the TV in the living room. Scotty and his Father were on a road trip checking out schools half way across the country. I had on my cutest little sundress, with tiny spaghetti straps, unbuttoned farther down than I would ever wear in public. I was barefoot, and all my panties were in the wash. I certainly wasn't dressed for guests.

When I saw Tyce, Darnell, and Martin on the front porch I never hesitated to open the door. I met then with a huge smile and didn't think twice about letting them in. I'd come to so many games and practices that I felt like a second mother to them. It felt so nice to see them, even if they had come to see Scotty, of course.

"Boys. I'm sorry, but Scott and his father are out of town. They're checking out Eastbrook and Lindenwood this week." I told them. "I'm sure Scott mentioned it to you. I know you like to come over and chill on Wednesdays, but it's just little old me."

It was a standing playdate. Every Wednesday the boys showed up like clockwork to watch the weekend games on our big screen down in my husband's man cave. I was allowed to intrude to serve colas and pretzels, and they often wedged me into the couch between them and insisted I help keep score. With Scotty and Harold out of the house, I hadn't expected the group. I hadn't even made snacks.

They were insistent, and I know none of their homes have a monster 72-inch ultra-HD plasma flat-screen, so I decided there was no harm in letting the boys have their night, even if it was just me and them. I certainly never imagined what would happen.

As the boys descended into the basement for their nightly fun, I scooted back to the kitchen to search through the cupboards for tasty treats. They would need drinks and snacks to enjoy as they had their night. I'm nothing if not a good hostess. As I was searching, I felt someone walk into the kitchen behind me. I turned, and I felt my cheeks flush as I saw Tyce's winning smile checking me out from behind.

"I know I have some snickerdoodles around here someplace." I told him, but he seemed less interested in food and soooo much more interested in my legs. The way he was looking at me was making me all warm inside, and I felt a little fidgety as I leaned back against my kitchen counter and tried to seem unphased. "I could whip up some cheese and crackers." I added. I don't think he heard me though.

When he stepped up to me and put his hands on my hips I giggled. As he turned me around I assumed he was just having a little fun, one of their games they like to play when nobody is looking. I expected a swat on my bottom or an open-handed grope. I was all set to push him away and scold him with a grin when he pushed my dress up over my naked ass instead.

"Tyce!" I gasped, reaching back to grab his wrists and push them away. He slapped my hand away and pushed my belly up against the counter, then put his hand in the small of my back and bent me forward. "Wait, honey. I don't have any pant..." I gasped out loud. My mouth dropped wide open, and I closed my eyes and tilted back my head as he slid his hand between my cheeks and forced two fingers right up my butthole.

I was in shock. For a second I forgot who and where I was as he held me in place and primed my back door with his hand. Before I'd started the dishes, I'd just finished my daily workout, so my body was loose and still a bit sweaty. I was more than a little moist down there. He took full advantage of that as he pushed my dirtiest buttons and opened me up with his hand.

"Sweetie, no." I swallowed hard, glancing back at him. I was up on my tip toes now and instinct had spread my legs apart for him. I knew what he was doing was wrong, but my body didn't seem to want to resist him. "I'm married. That's my butthole. I... We can't... Holy fuck!"

I never curse. As I looked back over my shoulder at him, I watched him peel his gym shorts down and pull out his enormous black dick. He lifted it up and let it fall onto my naked ass, the length of it curving up over my left cheek and off toward my hip. It was over a foot long and big around as can of soda, this thick leathery turtleneck of flesh half covering his glistening chocolatey tip. "Fuck!" I cursed again.

"Tyce, sweetie. Please." I begged him, but he was already guiding his giant dick down between my cheeks. I remember thinking how Harold had always begged and pleased with me just to let him kiss and lick my butthole. It always seemed so dirty and wrong. In that moment, I wanted it. "Tyce. I'm married. This is..."

"Shhhhhh." He shushed me, and as he moved in against me, I felt the bulb of his dick lodge itself between my cheeks. My knees went wobbly as he pushed his slimy tip into my asshole and started fucking me. "Just shush up baby and let me fuck this ass." He said.

My insides turned to liquid heat as he placed his hand once more on my lower back and held me to the counter. My naked toes were searching for position on the tile floor as he began with long slow strokes, digging deeply between my cheeks and turning my knees to jelly as he bottomed out inside me and forced me to bend to his will. I could feel his balls smashed against my trembling pussy almost at once, and after he'd seen that I could take his full length, he just started pounding me.

I whined as he fucked me, reaching back to try and push him away. I couldn't have stopped him if I wanted to. I did want to, didn't I? I was married after all. I had a son, a daughter, and a reputation in my community. I shouldn't have wanted it. I felt such shame and humiliation. It felt so surreal, the depraved pleasure and shameful way I was arching my back for him now. I hated myself. I whined some more as he just went on buttfucking me.

I remember thinking there should have been pain. Everything I'd ever heard was that anal sex was brutal and you had to ease into it nice and slow. I never considered it an option with Harold, and except for an occasional curious finger I'd never had anything between my cheeks. There was no pain. I was like melted butter. He felt so fucking good in my ass.

I turned to look over my shoulder and he was just smiling as he held my hips and pounded his long black pipe in and out of my pink puckered hole. A moment ago, I had been a virgin between my cheeks, but it was like my poor little asshole had been waiting for this. The dull ache and sharp pain that hit me as he entered faded almost immediately and now my insides were gripping him. I started to cum, and I couldn't help but laugh at the pleasure of it. He grinned back at me and smacked my ass. He was cuming too, spilling right in my asshole as we fucked in front of the bird feeder outside my kitchen window, the sweet little robins watching my adultery with wide eyes. I swear they were smiling. I know I was.

I felt like I may collapse as he pulled out of me. A river of his hot fluid running down the inside of my thighs, bubbling out of my used up hole. He held me for a moment, admiring the damage he'd done as he chuckled and molded my fat butt cheeks, making my hole puff and talk to him as it drooled his white lava. I was blushing; so embarrassed, but my pussy was trembling, dripping from the most intense orgasm of my life.

Tyce gave my naked ass one last smack as he stepped away from me, grabbing the dish towel nearby and wiping his big black meat clean as he tugged up his shorts and deprived me of the beauty of his gorgeous cock.

He grinned as he walked over to the fridge and opened it, snatching one of my husband's beers and heading back out to hang with the boys, I was still shaking as he disappeared down the hall, a river of his seed sputtering out of my used bottom, down along the curve of my thighs, so thick and milky it ran along my calf and pooled on the tile around my naked toes.

I felt used. I felt broken. I felt fucked for the first time in my life, and as I stood there biting my lower lip I couldn't stop smiling. I was ashamed, but it was over. It had just been one of those things. I could put it behind me. Scotty would never know, neither would my baby girl Jenna. I certainly wouldn't tell Harold. Tyce couldn't help himself. It was just a moment of weakness for us both. Best not to dwell on it.

I straightened my dress and went to the bathroom to tend to my dirty state. I couldn't help but bounce a bit, a spring to my step that hadn't been there since I was younger. Every step I took reminded me of what happened. I wouldn't call it pain by any means, just a wet and creamy reminder. It was one innocent little moment of weakness, but I knew deep down I would never be the same.

When I got to the upstairs bathroom, I saw another woman staring back at me in the mirror. My hair was a mess, my cheeks were rosy and glowing, and the smile on my lips was unmistakable. I saw a woman who had been fucked, a gorgeous white woman who had been blacked. She was so sexy. I promised her with my eyes that I would never tell. Our little secret. She winked back at me.

I tended my duties and saw to my sticky situation as best I could before I turned to start back to the kitchen. I still had some very sweet boys to play hostess for, and snickerdoodles were not going to serve themselves.

As I started into the hall, Martin nearly bumped right into me at the door, his pretty brown eyes wide as we came inches from colliding. I gasped, and he chuckled as he stood before me, so big and strong, a gorgeous young bull in every meaning of the word. At six foot four he was a towering ebony god among athletes and one of the teams all stars. He could have had any girl in school he wanted.

We laughed together for a moment, enjoying each other's embarrassment, and Martin stepped closer to me, backing me into the bathroom as he closed the door behind him and blocked my escape. He smiled as he pushed me to the wall and stepped past me, pulling down his basketball shorts right in front of me as he stepped up to the toilet and let his big black dick fall freely into view.

I couldn't help but stare. As he started to relieve himself, he glanced back at me, grinning. He'd pushed me back into the bathroom as he entered, but I was free to leave now. All I had to do was walk out the door. Instead, I watched, studying it, fixed on it. It was over a foot long and nearly as thick as my wrist. It was a work of fucking art.

"You know we ain't never let Scotty on the team, weren't for you." He said, grinning out the side of his face as he handled his big black monster. "Never would have made the cut if you and them big titties hadn't been part of the deal, you and that fine mothafuckin ass, too." He chuckled, sliding strong fingers under the length of his dangling flesh and shaking it to finish his work. I hadn't looked away once. I'm not sure I was able to. Like a doe caught in headlights, I was frozen in the moment, overwhelmed by that big black cock.

Even from where I stood I could smell it, so primal and musky. I swear I could almost taste it on my lips as I studied every ridge and vein along that ridiculous length. His low hanging balls were smooth and shiny too, so full and bulging with frothy spunk inside. He was loaded up and ready to burst, so backed up it must have hurt.

He turned to me, but instead of pulling up his shorts he started to pump his fist up and down his dick. I watched as it grew thicker, longer, and began to curve up before me, the mushroom knob all wet and glistening as he jacked his dick for me, smiling as I began to drool.

I was helpless as he stepped up to me, placing one hand on my shoulder and pushing me to the ground before him. I'd had my chance to turn and leave, but I hadn't. Instead, I felt my knees give way under his strength and I knelt before him, so close I could feel the heat coming off it. I whimpered as he laid it across my face, letting me feel the weight and bringing a groan to my lips.

"We... I can't..." I tried to refuse him. I tried to turn my face away, but he reached out and gripped my hair in his hand, turning me back so his huge balls were dangling against my chin and his veiny length was up against my mouth. As I spoke, I couldn't help but move my wet lips against it, and between every word I gave it a lick. "I'm..." LICK "A..." LICK "Married..." LICK "Woman." I said.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, bitch." He grinned, steering his giant cock right for my lips and shoving it in without mercy. I opened my mouth of course, he was so big and hard, so thick and twitching. I felt like it was my responsibility. I couldn't very well make him hard like that, and not... suck that big fucking dick.

Thoughts of church bake sales faded from my mind as I began to draw my lips up and down the length of that colossal cock, groaning as I inhaled deeply his primal musk, my nostrils flaring and my mind overwhelmed by the sweet scent of an ebony horse. I groaned as my eyes rolled back in my head as my own spit dribbled down my neck, soaking into my dress.

He reached down and pushed the straps of my top off my shoulders, sliding his hands past my mouth in mid suck and handling my big tits like his personal toys. He groped and squeezed them as I stared up at him with pure desire and the willingness to accept that my mouth was just a cunt for him.

I felt my wedding ceremony come into my head, and I remembered my vows. I felt a pang of guilt, sliding my lips back along his beautiful black prick until I let it fall from my mouth. I pushed at his thighs with my hands, to escape him and return to my middle-class world where my husband needed me and my son and daughter respected... and he shoved it into my throat in mid though, right past my tonsils, down my neck, balls deep between my lips. I closed my eyes and abandoned innocence as I became his willing whore.

He pulled back slowly, letting me taste every wet throbbing inch of him between my lips as he withdrew his giant dick from my greedy face-cunt. As he pulled his dick away I stretched out for it, chasing it with my hungry mouth. Nothing mattered more to me than keeping that long black pipe between my lips.

I kept drifting in and out of a state of clarity as I saw the twinkle of my wedding ring on my finger, suddenly overwhelmed with guilt over what I had done. I stood, and tried to turn and leave the bathroom, but Martin just grabbed my arm and yanked me back into place. He pushed me against the sink and with my butt up against it he lifted me without effort and pressed my shoulders against the mirror.

"Please, Martin. Honey, we can't do this, my husband... I..." I tried to reason with him, even as his hands slid under my legs and brought them up, my bare feet over his shoulders as he moved into place between my legs with that enormous black cock of his. It was so long and thick by now that it snaked up along my belly, the tip drooling his precum all over my skin. "Martin. Stop. Sweetie. No." I whimpered.

He was smiling as he drew back, sliding his long meat along the lips of my gooey pussy and nudging it under me, right into the pocket of my recently pounded butthole. I gasped as he grinned in my face and pushed my legs up, shoving himself into me, taking my ass without remorse. All I could do was stare at him, mouth gaping, body shaking as he began to fuck me raw. That's when I said it.

"Fuck me." I whispered it at first, unsure if he'd even heard me as he began to grunt, pumping and pounding me between my cheeks. I said it again, louder and staring into his eyes. "Fuck me Martin. Fuck me up my asshole!" I groaned.

He laughed, as if he never once considered doing otherwise. With both hands around my ankles, he pushed my legs up even higher and wider apart as he started into me with long brutal thrusts, his swinging black balls knocking against my cheeks as my ass hung off the edge of the sink. I could feel the faucet behind me digging into the small of my back and didn't care, reaching down with both hands to hold onto the edge of the countertop and steady myself to receive his cock.

I looked up at him as he used me like an animal, groaning as he buttfucked me in my upstairs bathroom; the room Harold had been so proud of renovating just last summer, now just a place for his pretty wife to get her asshole blasted. I was staring at him as he fucked me, mouth open wide in a constant state of awe and drunken sexual bliss. He saw my wide-open mouth, and spit in it. I smiled and licked my lips, swallowing his present and opening my lips wide for another.

In my head I thought back to all the times I had sat on the sidelines, watching Martin stride up and down the ball court as Scotty sat nearby on the bench, those long corded young legs, his beautiful young ass, and those long arms that ended in such big strong hands for a boy his age. I remembered watching him, glued to his every move as I sat in the stands in my khaki shorts, my married pussy drooling as I admired my African warrior from afar, trying so hard to deny the truth of my feelings. God how I wanted this.

"You like my little butthole, Baby?" I purred to him, licking my lips and giving him my cutest little pouty look. "You like busting my little pink ass? Mmmmmm? You like using me, Lover? You fuck that ass, Baby. That's your asshole. Fuck!"