A black cock for mom

Kate Smith was an average woman leading a perfectly happy average life. She was an attractive looking 36 year old mother of a 16 year old son and two twin daughters, aged 14. Time had been gentle to her, as her 5’6’’ frame remained petite and her face clear of most wrinkles. Her hair was as thick and dark as when she was a young girl, and her eyes were a piercing green. Kate’s husband, Jeff Smith, had generously paid for a “breast rejuvenation” at 35 that made her 32C chest more perky and beautiful than when she was her daughters’ age.

Jeff was a police officer and Kate a bank manager. Their schedules sometimes conflicted, but they maintained a healthy sexual relationship. Although they regularly made love a few times per week, Kate had grown bored with her husband. The problem was neither quantity nor quality. The sex itself was quite good, but it was so safe and predictable. She missed the adventure and excitement of her college days.
Kate met Jeff in their senior year of college, prior to which she had engaged in a great deal of sexual experimentation. In the three years before they began dating, she found herself in numerous beds. She tried sex with another girl, a professor, even multiple men at once. Yet in her 17 years of marriage with Jeff, she had never cheated. Once she became pregnant immediately after the wedding, she thought her sexual exploration period was over.

Kate got the itch for something new and exotic from the internet. She read forum boards about infidelity and chatted online via webcam with strange men whenever her family wasn’t home, but it was difficult to push herself over the cheating edge. There were many men at her bank who flirted with her, but they were really no different than her husband. 30s or 40s, college educated, handsome but boring. That changed when she met Buck.

Buck was a 5’11’’ black man, around 160 pounds. He was nearly illiterate and on the last leg of his application for a janitorial position. When he came into Kate’s office for the final interview, the thought of breaking that eternal taboo finally pushed her over the edge.
“I’m here for the janitor interview?”

“Yes, please sit,” Kate responded. “What sort of experience do you have in the field?”
“Well I got my BA in custodial arts from Dartmouth and my masters in cleaning innovation from Yale. Naw I’m just playin,’ I don’t have any experience but I can pick things up quick. I worked in an auto body shop but they’re laying everybody off and nobody is hiring.”

“Ok,” Kate giggled. She played with her hair in a flirtatious way. “Please tell me about a time you had to be a team leader.”

“Well in school, I was the captain of my basketball team. We won in our district but lost at states.”

“Ok…Tell me what you would do around a large sum of money. What if you were cleaning the vault and for whatever reason knew nobody was watching the security cameras?”

“I wouldn’t steal any money. I’m an honest guy.”

“Good,” Kate replied, deciding to become daring.