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"The Farmer's Wife"
   by Becky - (Midwest USA)


   After hearing about Monika's website, I decided to
tell what happened to me in 1990. I grew up in a small
midwest farm town. I was at the time a no way farm girl, but
in HS I became very attracted to Don, this tall, dark and
handsome guy my age. We began dating heavy, and my mother
was not too keen of her daughter dating a son of a hog
farmer, but once she learned the size of their hog
production, and that his family was the most prominent in
the area, she was okay. His father being on the board of
directors at the bank did not hurt either. Don took me to
the prom and when he went out west to attend Ag school, I
was left behind. When he returned 4 years later, we both
were surprised neither had found anyone and began a serious
relationship. I was not ugly, but being a tall 5'9, skinny,
and somewhat of a Tomboy type, I was wild when Don asked me
to marry him.

   We were married in front of his parent's big white
farmhouse, and I was content to be a farmer's wife. A year
later, I gave birth to our first son James, and two years
later, Shawn came into the world. Not only was Don's hog
production the best in the state, but he landed board of
director's positions at the bank, stock yards and a real
estate firm. I was overjoyed, but at the same time, I felt
useless, so I went back to college and got my teacher's
degree. I always knew Don was not much of a romantic,
neither was I, but still needed more quality cuddle time,
but Do never had time. Now allowing it to upset me, I went
on with teaching, helping his father with the hogs after
school and being a good mother.

   Feeling lonely one weekend while Don was away on a
bank trip, I let some of my girlfriends talk me into
attending a all ladies night at a sports bar. I was shocked
to see male models dance and strip down to a net over their
privates. I liked good looking men as much at the next lady,
but felt a wife of a prominent man should not be in a place
like this. When one of the men was a tall black guy, I felt
cheap and left on my own. I was glad to welcome Don home,
but felt slighted again when he announced he was off to a
real estate convention in a few days. "What about our
vacation?" I asked. "James and John are asking me. Don, do
you not have any time for your family at all?" "Becky, it
will have to wait until next year," He said in his usual dry
and arrogant tone.

   No sooner had I cleared this hurdle, when Debbie
called and really floored me. "Becky, where did you go the
other night?" she said. "Remember Bobo, that handsome black
hunk? He was asking about you Becky. He asked who that tall,
short hair, foxy brunette was. I think he has the hots for
you." "What?" I yelled. "A black man? What kind of lady do
you think I am? I'm a married lady."

   This was so disgusting that it made me not care about
Don's arrogant attitude. I had seen some young girls hanging
around with black guys, but me, no way. To rid what I felt
as "trash" I helped Don's father label hogs for sale the
next day after school. The very thought made me sick.

   Don came in that evening and as usual ignored me. All
he would talk about was his board meetings. "Don, would you
like to make love tonight?" I said in a sexy voice. "The
boys are out, and it has been a long time. I could slip into
something sexy. Don, I really need you tonight, please?"
"Becky, I have to combine wheat in the morning. Not tonight,
Im too busy." "Your damn farm and elected positions," I
yelled. "Don, do you not find me sexy anymore? You have no
time for the boys either. What will your excuse be next
year? Damn, I have to grade papers." "Oh Becky," Don said
with a frown. "I have a chance to be where my grandfather
was at the bank and this farm is on the verge of being the
top hog producing farm in the state. Please understand."

   That was it. Case closed, as I fell asleep that night.
I just thought to forget it. Don had a promising career and
I was a successful teacher, so why worry about our cuddle
life. But the next night, Debbie, Martha and Tammy were
calling and talking how hot they were over this black Bobo.
I mean these were married women, with children, and crazy
over some black stripper. They somehow sensed Don and I were
fighting, and again asked me to come to the club this
weekend. I told them I did not need to see some black guy
strip to solve my problems, but when Don was too busy to
have dinner which I reserved Saturday night, I again was the
good wife and stayed home and graded papers. The next week,
I was moody, but occupied my mind by helping Don's father
with the hogs after school, while he attended meeting after
meeting. Wednesday night while driving the boys to a game, I
saw my friend's cars at the lounge south of town. Whether
out of curiosity or depression, I stopped on the way home.
Pushing my way through the crowd, I spotted my girl friends
at Ladies Night. "Becky!" Tammy yelled. "Bobo is next. Wait
til you see him. He is so incredible. Sit down." Soon the
place was in chaos as all cheered this tall, lean black
stripper. He was solid steel, and everyone when wild when he
came by our table and winked at me. I felt disgusted when I
told the girls it was so sick for us to have husbands and
gloating over some black. "Oh come on Becky," Martha yelled.
"You know you want him. Did you see that bulge in the net?"

   I was so upset that I went to pick up the boys. When
we got home, I told Don he should take more interest in the
boy's activities and he agreed. As I was helping the boys
with their homework, the phone rang and it was Tammy saying,
Bobo wanted to meet me. "He's hot for you Becky."

   I shrugged it off and stayed home Saturday night with
Don. He paid more attention to his paper work, and I just
thought, if only Don knew a black man found me appealing.
His family once owned slaves on this very farm. He would
flip his lid. "Don, can we do something next Saturday
night?" I said. "Becky, you know I take hogs to market next
Saturday. Why don't you do something with the girls?"

   By Saturday, I was ready too. Don and I had argued all
week, so I dressed like a teenager and went to the club to
watch the girls get excited over their black friend. As I
was preparing to leave, I heard someone call my name.
Turning around, I saw Bobo coming toward me. "Well pretty
lady, I finally get to meet the farmer's wife. Did the girls
tell you what I said? You are so sexy!" "Yes, and they also
should have told you I am a wife and mother of two sons.
What do you want?" "I want you," he said. "They also told me
farmer boy can't make you happy, I could do things......."
"Cut the bull," I yelled. "I don't need some black stud to
help my marriage. Get lost!"

   When I came home, I put on a sexy night gown, hoping
Don would notice. He didn't, but he did ask me to attend a
cattleman's convention next week. It was a step, so I
accepted.

   Coming home from school on Monday, I helped Don's
father prepare hogs for market. Coming in the house, Bobo
calls and begins to tell me how he could fill the void in my
life. I hung up.

   I felt good as Don and I drove to the convention. It
was the first time we had been together in ages. The hotel
was plush, and as usual the cattleman association went all
out. Instead of being alone and dancing with my husband, Don
kept busy talking business with everyone. Although some of
the men paid me compliments, I was so pissed that not only
did I order a scotch, but found myself daydreaming about
Bobo. "So what if he's black," I thought to myself. Once
things were over and we retired to our room, Dom seem upset
when I threw myself at him. "Good land Becky," he said
hanging up his suit. "Stop acting like a school girl."
Needless to say I fell asleep thinking of how Bobo wanted
me. Sure I felt a little cheap, but I also was a woman with
needs. As Don snored, I began to think about Bobo
compliments.

   When we returned home, I did not mind helping my
father-in-law tag hogs after school, but I was furious when
Don announced he was also going into real estate and did not
even discus it with me. In a flash I found myself calling
Debbie to see if she was going to the club. "You're wanting
Bobo aren't you Becky? You're too late, Bobo is gone, I
think he moved on to Kansas City." This time my rejection
was to a black man, but without asking Debbie said she would
see if she could locate him. I went on with my daily
routines of being a mother, teacher and neglected by Don

   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." As he removed my panties, I felt his lips, tongue
and teeth sucking my vagina and clit. I suddenly surrendered
to what Don had not done in years. "Just screw me and get it
over with," I moaned. His cock looked like a black hammer
handle, at least a foot long. Spreading my long legs, I let
out a grunt as this huge thing broke in my vagina. I threw
my head back and clinched the bed post.

   "I have been wanting this the first time I saw you,"
he said driving deeper in my tight hole. "I know the farmer
can't satisfy the farmer's wife. I'm going to make you
addicted to black cock." "Cut the crap about my husband," I
moaned. "Damn, you are killing me. You're tearing me into."
"You're doing okay Becky," he said. "Here put these pillows
under your head so you can see my big black root going in
and out of your tight cunt. Can't you feel me ripping your
belly Becky baby?" I was too weak to speak as the pain was
now subsiding. I had never felt this good before. "I think I
am going to cum," I said trying to catch my breath. "My
tubes are tied, if you're wondering. Do it inside me if you
want. I know that is what you want to do. Cum inside me, I
don't care."

   "Becky, you are my bitch tonight," he said as I felt
his load shooting in me. As his mouth bit my breasts, I bit
his wet shoulder and bucked to the wildest orgasm of my
life. It felt so good. "I have to be going," I said as he
was still shooting on my navel. "It happened, I must go."
"Don't go Becky," he said rubbing his black cock in my face.
"Forget your husband and sons for one night. I know you want
to suck some chocolate, and I want some more of your tight
pussy. Okay?" "Bobo it happened," I said searching for my
bra. "Don thinks I am visiting a friend and my two sons are
not that much younger than you. It happened, I enjoyed it,
but it is over. Let me go."

   "Not before a farewell shower," he said as I whined in
dismay. Soon we were in the shower as he was sucking between
my legs again. Then I did something I thought I would never
do. I knelt down and took his black erection in my mouth. My
mind was blaming Don for all this as I sucked him. I soon
found myself back on the bed as he balled my brains out
again for another hour.

   "This must never happen again," I said as Bobo was
wiping his cum off me, as I put on my bra. My car weaved as
I drove home. Don was asleep when I arrived and my sore
vagina caused me to pee every hour. Bobo's teeth marks were
all over my sore breasts. My remorse lasted for weeks every
time I faced Don and the boys. They would never believe I
would do this with a black man and although the scars were
healing, one minute I was in guilt, and the next, I was
having wild flashes of the great night I had spent with a
black man. At times, I felt I was addicted to black cock,
but was firm and declined Bobo's advances when he called and
wanted me again. Nothing ever changed with Don, but I'm not
sure I would even want sex with him after the night Bobo
gave me.

   As the months passed, I had strong urges of black cock
everyday. Could I go on and be a good wife and mother and be
a slut for some black man on the side? Perhaps when the boys
went to college, I could feel a long black cock that hurt me
so much, but yet drove me off the edge?? Bobo had long since
moved on, but I know it won't be too much of a problem to
find a black stud or studs to service a thin, tom boy, over
40 wife. I'm sure there are many who would like the farmer's
wife.


                       -- The End --


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