This took place when I was just finishing high school. I was eighteen and probably in the best shape of my life: tall, good build, shaved head, and never had any problem getting the ladies. Matter of fact, being the only black men in a hundred mile radius, I never had any problem with the ladies throughout life.

This story is a little different because it is about the start of my addiction -- my addiction to married women. Some might call it being a gigolo, some might say it's wrong. But how can bringing pleasure ever be wrong?

I helped run a boxing gym after school. Having been in boxing since a little kid, it was a natural fit for me. The gym was mostly used by kids that wanted to learn how to fight, with a mix of older adults who just wanted a reason and fun way to get into shape. I usually didn’t have the patience for the younger kids so I would mainly help the adults with their fitness.

I still remember her coming into the gym. Her thick body, the way her tight yoga pants fit over her hips and round bubble butt, her smile and big green eyes, the way that her long brown hair was tied in a ponytail. Mrs. Lee... I would later get to know her as Becky. One look at her and you could tell she was an older women who kept herself in shape and liked to stay hip to the current fashions. By the looks of a big rock on her ring, her husband spoiled her.

Just as I figured, the old horn dog coach Smith made his way to her, telling her what the gym offered and volunteering to personally train her. I believe this lasted for about a month. Coach Smith must of got sick of being denied. So, finally, one day after school, he pulled my to one side and introduced me to Mrs. Lee and asked if I would mind working with her. He explained that he had taught her the basics already and that she just needed some circuits to work and someone to hold the bag and mitts for her.

We made our way over to a corner of the gym.

“I hope your going to work me harder then he did,” Mrs. Lee said with a joking smile.

“Maybe he was taking it easy on you because you were a girl,” I said, smiling back, grabbing my stopwatch from my gym bag and setting up a circuit for her.

“A woman.”

“What was that?” I asked, nervous that I had said something to upset her. 

“I’m far from a girl. I am a women. Matter of fact, I'm probably old enough to be your mother,” she said with a hint of attitude.

“My bad, Mrs.Lee. I didn’t mean any disrespect, I was just trying to make a joke.”

She'd seen the panic on my face and started laughing very hard. She had got me... of course, she was only joking back with the attitude she gave me. That's when I knew she was cool.

We worked the circuit and I pushed her to see what she could handle  To my surprise she kept up. She was sweaty and out of breath by the time we were done but she held in there better then some of the middle-aged men that come in thinking they are tough.

Lying on a mat, her arms stretched up over her head, giving me a perfect view of her hour-glass shaped body, I had to look away. I felt a stirring in my shorts.

“I didn’t work you too hard, did I Mrs. Lee?” I said with a big smile as I picked up the equipment.

She turned her head to look in my direction, still sprawled out on the mat.  “Not at all, Hun, this is what I've been looking for, a good sweat and maybe a reminder how old I'm getting,” she said, laughing.

“Oh, you're not that old, and you kept up and worked your butt off.” 

She laughed a little. “ You're cute, I'm pushing forty, Hun, and in my book that is old. But don’t let that be an excuse to start taking it easy on me, I still want to be pushed.”

“You got it, guaranteed to leave sweaty.” We both smiled at that, maybe for different reasons.

I continued to train her a couple times a week. We had good chemistry; both had a sense of humor but would work when it was time. I guess you could say we grew a bit closer over that time while still not knowing much about the other's life outside of the gym. That was okay with me since my life was quite boring.

One day after a killer workout, she asked if there was any extra stretches I could show her. She had been getting cramps in her thighs. I showed her a few. I don't know if it was just my lucky day or if she had planned it but she wore extra-tight grey yoga pants that day. It almost looked like she had nothing on when they started sticking to her sweaty skin. So, when she was bending over as I showed her these stretches, I got a perfect view of her round, thick ass. 

Now I had seen her ass plenty before, stealing peeks as we worked out over the months. But, something about that day was different, the way I looked at her and the thoughts racing through my mind as I did. I'm not going to lie, I was glad when it was over being not sure how much longer I could hidh my growing hard-on.

I took one more good look of that thick ass as she made her way to the female locker rooms. The way it jiggled in those tight yoga’s looked like something from a rap video. I started cleaning up the gym. Being the last people there, as usual, I had to lock up.

“Bye, Hun,” she said with a wave, coming out of the locker room and now wearing tight jeans.

I couldn't help looking, and I knew she caught me looking at her ass. 

“See you next week.” 

“I'll be here, thanks a lot for today too, Hun.It's been a while since someone has made me sweat and stretched me out in the same day,” she said, before blowing me a kiss and walking out the door.

Wow. It was hot hearing her say that. I know she probably didn’t mean it in the sexy way I had going on in my head. Or did she? I finished packing up and grabbed my bag, locked the doors and made my way to the parking lot.

I saw a nice Lexus a few spots away from my car in the dimly lit parking lot. As I walked over, the window came down. It was Mrs. Lee.

“Miss me already?” I yelled, joking with her. 

“Maybe, but actually my car won't start,” she said, while trying to turn it over, showing me that it wouldn’t start.

“Oh shit, well I'm mechanically challenged, otherwise I would try to be cool and tell you to pop the hood. You need to use a phone, a ride or something?”

“I already tried to call a couple friends, no answer. Where are they when you need them, huh? And my husband is out of town -- again!”

“Well, grab your bag. I'll give you a lift, it's no problem.”

She smiled as she got out of the car, opening the back door and bending over to reach in for her gym bag. She really took her time doing it, too. But I was not complaining because for the second time today she was giving me a perfect view of that thick ass. I had just gotten rid of my hard-on from earlier, but I felt it growing again under my grey sweats, free balling it as usual after the gym.

I turned as she started walking toward my car, not wanting her to see the noticeable thick outline of my cock. I watcher her smile and walk in front of my car to make her way to the passenger side. She sat in, adjusted the seat and thanked me again.

“Thanks so much for giving an old lady a ride. Hopefully none of your friends will see me in your car, I would hate to cramp your style,” she said, smiling at me. The smile was a little different now, a little longer, almost like she was waiting for my response to what she'd said.

“Shoot, my friends would probably be jealous,. What eighteen year old doesn’t want to be seen with a hot older girl...I mean, woman.”

She gave me her address and I plugged it into my gps, seeing that we had about a twenty minute ride to her house in the country. But it was okay, I had nothing better to do. We drove a while in silence. I looked over at her as she adjusted herself, turning more toward me. I noticed her red nails as she reached for the radio volume and turned it down.

“So you think I'm hot, huh?”

“Uh, um, well I meant...”

“Oh don't be shy now, tell me the truth. I already caught you checking me out.”

“For real, sorry, I mean... I know you're married and older then me -- but, yes, you are very hot.”

She smiled, “Oh, you think so, huh? What is so hot about me? Better yet, what's your favorite feature on me?”

I couldn’t help but smile, thinking of all the glimpses of her thick juicy ass.

“Well, I like the shape of your body, especially your butt.”

She giggled a little with a big smile. “Ha-ha, I knew it. I caught you looking and I even wore these tight yogas today just to see if I could catch you. Sooo... it must be true about black men?”

“Wait. You were trying to catch me looking. Why?” I asked, confused “And what about black men?”

“Yeah, I thought you were looking before. I wanted to be certain, not sure why. My ego maybe -- been a while since I felt sexy and what older woman doesn't like the idea of a good-looking young man checking her out? And what I mean about you black men is about liking big asses.”

The more we talked about her ass the harder I could feel myself becoming. My cock starting to throb in my sweats very noticeably now. Her calling me a man changed something between us in that moment.

“Well,  yeah, I guess its true, I know I like big asses. Can't speak for the rest of us but, to be fair, you're hot from head to toe, not just your ass.”

She had a big smile on her face; I could tell she liked what she was hearing. Turning even more towards me, I think I even saw her looking at my crotch so she had to see my thick dick in my sweats. I tried to play it cool and act like I wasn't nervous.

“Oh, you bad boy... trying to sweet talk a married woman?”

“No no, I'm just being honest.  You're a very sexy woman and I hope your husband considers himself lucky.”

“Let's not talk about my husband, let's pretend we are still in the gym. That's  my time away from my boring married life.”

“Okay, whatever you say Mrs..Lee," I said with a smile.

We finally hit a gravel road, getting close to her house now, according to the gps. All of a suden I felt her hand on my thigh, rubbing up to my hard cock, lightly gliding over it, teasing me. I felt myself flex and throb to her touch.

“It feels like the other thing they say about black men might be true as well.”

“Ummm, Mrs. Lee!,”

“Shhh just relax and drive, we are almost there and I've wasted enough time.”

I tried to focus on the road as I felt her hand rubbing my massive hard on through my sweats. Then, feeling her hand go to my abs under my shirt  and slowly sliding back down... this time under my sweats, her hand barely wrapping around the base of my cock. I  felt her squeeze it hard.

“Mmm, damn,” she moaned, obviously surprised by the thickness. “Are you sure your only eighteen, Hun, because this is a man sized cock.”

Hearing  her approval made my cock jump right there in her hand. I could feel all the blood rushing through it, felt my veins bulging as she slowly stroked the base of my rock hard cock. Feeling both excited and nervous at the same time as we  drove up the driveway, I eventually parked, her hand still gripped tight around my dick.

“Can I ask you something, Hun?” she softly asked, pulling my cock out of my sweats.

I saw her eyes get big and light up seeing my cock for the first time. The way she stared at it as she talked, then bit her bottom lip with hunger in her eyes, had me throbbing so hard.

Nervous, my voice unsteady, I said, "Um, yes, Mrs. Lee, you can ask me anything.”

She smiled, knowing she had me right where she wanted me. “If I was lonely and you know horny, would you come over and  fuck me?”

Her words seductive and to the point, shot through me like lightning. Hearing her giggle, my cock jumped uncontrollably in her grasp.

“Mrs. Lee... umm, I mean you're married... your husband could be inside… I .. I.”

“Shhhh, slow down Hun, slow down and relax. I don’t mean tonight maybe not ever, It would just make me feel pretty to know a young stud like you would still come slide his cock in my pussy if I felt I needed it." 

Her soft voice, so soothing and mature, coached me through my panicked answer. The whole time, she  stroked slowly up and down the length of my cock. I finally looked down to see her firm grip around my big black cock, stroking it from base to tip using her left hand. Seeing the big rock  on her wedding ring as she was stroking my dick, pushed another button in me, causing pre-cum to flow out of the slit of my thick head.

Mrs.Lee smiled at her accomplishment, licking her lips, eyes focused on my thick black cock.

"Well, I'm still waiting for an answer.” she said,  in a little more serious tone.

Zoning out from watching her hand work my shaft, Yes,” was the only word to escape my mouth.

“Mmm, I was hoping you would say that. Tilt your seat back and shut your eyes. Just relax, okay, Hun."

Our eyes met as she nodded her head, assuring me this is what she wanted. That this is what she needed , and most of all that she was in control and this was going to happen.

I took one last look at her hand around my cock before doing exactly what she'd told me. I've never been as hard as I was that night as she spread the massive amounts of pre-cum around the tip of my cock. She only broke contact to take her hair tie from around her wrist and put in her ponytail before positioning herself on her knees in the passenger. My eyes opened just in time to see her leaning down and start to kiss the my cock. I heard her moan as she licked up the shaft to the thick head, her tongue leaving a shiny wet trail of saliva. She took the the head in her mouth, her lips stretching tight around it and sucking hard on it before popping it out of her mouth.

“Mmm, this is way bigger then I thought it was going to be the first time I saw you.”

Putting my cock back in her mouth and sucking on it, focusing on the sensitive tip, her hand grabbed at my big full balls, squeezing them as she moaned on my tip.

“Fuck I know why the call you big black men bulls now.” she said, joking and giggling. “I bet a young bull like you cums a lot too, mmm.”

Her mouth, and her words in between sucking my cock, were beginning to be way to much for me to handle. She must have felt me start to tense as my climax built,  her words became sexier and she started taking me as deep as she could, I could feel the thick head of my cock as it started to enter her tight slimy throat. I felt her throat tighten even more as she gagged, pulling back after only taking half of my massive black cock.

She slowly pulled my thick cock out of her throat, all shiny and full of throat slime and drool. Back in her hand, she stroked it through the wetness.

“Mmm, cum for me please... I need it… I want it… I want to see how much a young bull cums for an older woman like me. PPlease...”

She tightened her grip and increased her speed, stroking the top half really focusing on the thick head. I grabbed at anything near me as I feel the pleasure take over my body. I squirmed in my seat, tilting me head back and opening my mouth for a low, manly moan.

“Mmm, fuckkk!”

My cock erupted, spewing warm strings of thick cum. The first shot out  without me even knowing where it landed..I looked up to see the rest flow out like a volcano, thick gooey cum running down my head and over her hand, wedding ring and all.

“Oh my god, look at all that yummy cum. Thats it, let it all go... let me see you empty those big bull balls,” she said, seductively coaching me once again.

Her hand continued stroking the length of my cock, milking every drop, her eyes full of excitement and lust knowing she found her new toy.

“Mmm, now that was sooo hot,” she moaned, releasing my cock.

I watched her exam her cummy fingers along with her wedding ring. She just smiled before looking into my eyes, then slowy licked her fingers clean, never breaking eye contact.

“Mmm it was yummier than It looked,” she said, with a giggle. “So you need to clear your plans for tomorrow. I already told my husband we are having you over for supper.  He's been asking about my trainer. I think  he's getting jealous so you come over tomorrow around seven so I can show him he has nothing to worry about.”

Trying to take everything in along with what just happened, I just nodded and agreed like I was under a spell. I sat my seat back up, looking at all the cum running down my cock. She reached nto the back seat fumbling through her gym bag.

“Thanks again for the ride. I'll see you tomorrow at seven. Here is something to clean up your mess.” She handed me something before opening her door to get out.

I watched her walk to the house, her thick ass in those skin tight jeans and her hair still in a pony. She turned, smiled and waved before opening her door to go into her house.

I sat there for a couple more seconds wondering what the fuck just happened. I looked at my semi-erect cock messy with cum. Then I opened my hand to see what she'd given me to clean the mess. I was surprised to see it was her red boy cut underwear. I felt my dick throb again . I used them to rub my dick down and clean up all the cum.

And that's the story of how all it all started, my addiction to older married white women...