My Older White Woman
I met her when she came to my building. She was eleven years my senior at the time. She was pleasingly plump and had attitude a mile long. I, being black, had never been attracted to an elderly white woman. But something about her got me to thinking. Over the next few years, found out that her attitude was just a façade, and she really was nice. We talked over drinks at an office get together. I went back to her place to carry on the conversation. On that occasion, we just hinted that we should get together as my wife would never have to know. It did happen a few weeks later, and it was the best sex we both have ever had. We have continued this relationship for eight years now. My wife still has not found out.
— Bart, 44