Years passed by after our wedding and after our first child’s birth I could feel that she lost interest in sex ..From daily to weekly then to monthl... became our sex routine. I wanted to somehow trigger the feeling in her and bring her back. I tried lot of guys to fulfill her fantasy by assuming, but there was none to trust .I even thought about my cousin brother with whom I had sex after my wedding .I tried asking her about him and she was not ready with a person who is related to us and. The pots were put on the fuel we already had and started. As the wood came in it was added until the water started to boil but this took almost two hours. The tired men at this time came back from their fields and crops to find a strange white man and a boy in their village. They were quite upset till the women villagers told them what had happened.Dad gave his short explanation and said when all were back he would give the full details. Just as the water was boiling, dad started his watch so. He was moaning audibly at this point and when I pulled off his cock I could taste more and more precum pumping out. I knew he was getting close and wanted to work him up to an overwhelming orgasm. After a few more pumps down my throat I slowly took the entire length of his cock down my throat. Instead of pulling off, I held it in my throat and licked his scrotum. This made his breathing become even more rapid and his moaning even louder. Overcome with lust, he put his hand on the back of my. I could see how he looked at my 5-9 frame and my still firm figure. I often caught myself sort of dreaming of King and what he could do with this white mom. Of course I knew that nothing would happen, or would it. I had heard that young black guys liked to get into a white woman's panties.The fourth of July came and the guys said they had nothing to do; no dates, and they would spend the evening with me. I responded that I could be their dates and laughed. King, said, "that is cool, I have.