After the divorce Contessa only had one c***d. At this time I was 44 Di was 40 and Contessa was 59. Di and I are black, Contessa is white. During our ...ngagement Di asked Contessa to be her maid of honor. Which she gladly accept. I wondered if Contessa and I met while I was single would we hit it off. Soon my innocent thoughts concerning Contessa turned into a sexual fantasy. Which I held back from everyone. In hopes that one day I’ll get the chance of having sex with this wonderful older lady. “Please don’t read that it’s…” but I stopped myself not wanting to confess.“It’s what?” he began. “Personal, because I can clearly read that it is, in fact I read almost half of it.”“Just give it back.”“Ok, come here and get it…” I took a step towards him when he held his hand up stopping me in my tracks. “No, I want you to crawl to me on your hands and knees.”“What, I’m not…” He suddenly raised my notebook to read out loud.“The feel of my bare skin pressing against the cold floor sent hot. She took off his shirt, and soon his pants were at his ankles. He stepped out of them, and she smoothed her hand over the obvious bulge in his underwear.Trisha pulled at the waistband, and his semi-hard cock sprang out like a jack in the box. “My, my, aren’t I going to have fun with you!” She smiled, leaning forward to kiss the head.He was now naked, and Trisha used her talented mouth to make his cock fully hard. “You certainly know your way around a cock,” he complimented, enjoying the warmth. I really didn't know what would happen. I just knew I was drunk and barely could see.We just kissed a lot in his car and then he drove me back to my girlfriend’s house. He did mention that he was married and that his wife never gave him oral sex. I love to give head, so that was not going to be a problem. I unzipped his pants and got to work on his big hard cock. He had a nice cock it was seven inches long and very long.I stroked his cock from the base to his head moving my hands up and down.