Claire's husband smiled at his wife and family. They were on the couch watching one of the kid's favorite cartoon movies. This was her third night without her getting a call from Steve on the burner phone. The phone never left her side. She didn't want to miss a call, yet her closeness to her family hadn't been like this since right after neighbor Ralph starting fucking her.
Gone was the wild abandon attitude towards sex in general and black cock in particular. Being one of Steve's whores had given her a sense of worth and security. Knowing the burner phone ringing meant fresh cock and a non-taxable pay check made the days of fucking whoever and whenever fade into her past. White cock could probably still make her cum, but why bother when huge cock, floods of black seed and gut wrenching orgasms would come right after that phone rang.
While putting the kids to bed her husband smiled as the burner phone chimed. Claire was tucking in her little girl while holding the phone clutched in her hand. She kissed her daughter goodnight and stepped back to answer.
"Hi, Steve!"
"Okay, but one at a time."
She smiled at her husband and explained.
"Two guys, same room. Still pays six hundred. Steve says give them two hours."
Her husband followed her to their bedroom. Claire put on a dark top and tan slacks. No bra, but some pretty fancy underwear. She sat on the bed to put on some three inch heels. All of it was new to her spouse. She stepped into the bathroom to put on some light makeup. He watched her from the door.
"I don't recognize my own wife. You look hot."
"You don't want your sweetheart going into the Hilton downtown looking like a whore, do you? What's money for if you can't spend it? We don't have to buy our clothes in a store where the name contains the word 'Mart' any more. The slacks were one-fifty, the blouse, a hundred. My panties cost more that I used to spend on a nice dress. Next envelope in the mail we need to fix your wardrobe."
"I noticed the kids had some nice clothes and some toys we couldn't afford before."
Claire adjusted some classy earrings.
"After we get you taken care I want to redo the den and get rid of the couch where Ralph used to fuck me. You don't want to know about all the cum stains on our mattress since Steve came over to fuck me. That's got to go. I'm not fucking anybody at the house any more."
"Or, any less?" Hubby teased her.
"None at all. I'm not bringing anyone else home."
"What about leakage?" He was laughing as he teased her.
"You've not seen me down there for a while. With the cum some of those guys splatter in me there's going to be leakage. I'm sure not tight like the little bride you married. When we get the mattress we need to get one of those stain proof covers."
Claire kissed him full on the mouth. When he offered a hug she moved into his arms for a moment for them to embrace. Then another peck on the lips.
"I'm going to be late, Sweetie. Got to go to work. Wait up if you want."
He checked in on the kids and went on the computer to kill some time. He'd wait until midnight. Then go to bed if she wasn't home, then catch up on her story in the morning after she slept next to him in the night full of seed from two black men. He wondered how many times she'd fuck them before she left for home. Would she stick to the two hours Steve had allowed her or stay around for extra fucking from each?
Claire backed from the garage and looked at herself in the rearview mirror as she drove towards downtown. She smiled at the image of the whore with a black pimp that smiled back at her. Not a lot of women can say they can kiss their kids goodnight, their husband goodbye, then drive off to get black cock fucked in a nice hotel and return to them later with hundreds of dollars to spend.
Life had never seemed better to Claire as she laughed at herself trying to sing along with a song on the radio. Minutes ahead waited two eager black cocks waiting to pump her full of seed. A couple of days later an envelope would arrive in the mail. Claire pulled to the lower parking level where the elevator would be just a few steps away.
The two men were former athletes with some team. Claire thought one name sounded familiar and felt a little rush knowing she was going to fuck a black guy that she and surely her husband had watched play on television. Of course, there were no uniforms although both men were well dressed. Claire never used a fake name and introduced herself as she stepped out of her shoes. As she pushed her slacks to her feet and stepped from them both men told her their names. Then she realized that she did know the one of them quit well as he played for one of her husband's favorite teams. A jersey with his number was probably still somewhere in their closet at home.
Both men questioned her as she paused before removing her blouse and panties about if she was married and Mormon. As excited as Claire was about fucking someone famous they were equally excited about her really being a Mormon housewife with children and a husband. Both stared as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and lay it over the chair. With her tits in full view both men let out a little sigh. Since she started taking black sperm in her pussy her breasts seemed a little fuller and a little rounder. He nipples poked out like little cones. Her panties were last, exposing her bald cunt. Not a little girl cunt, but one the two big men could use for their pleasure.
"You do know we are going to take turns fucking your married cunt for the next two hours?"
"You had better. I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
Both men had stood up to undress. They towered over her by a foot and a half or more. Their cocks didn't seem that large until she realized they didn't look large in proportion to their bodies. The guy she knew must have had fifteen inches sticking straight out at her. His buddy wasn't much smaller. She remembered telling Steve she wouldn't fuck one of his friends because she didn't want to be a little white wife with a huge cunt. This guy had him beat by a couple of inches in length and Claire wasn't sure he was fully erect.
Claire was a small woman. The athlete's body lowered over her making her wonder if she would be crushed. Yet, he was surprisingly gentle as he ran the head of his penis up and down her slit to make the head slippery for entry. As it lay between her outer lips she knew this one would be her biggest. Claire had quite the cunt on herself already. A little pushing opened her up to let the head go in.
"Oh man, Buddy you should see what your cock is doing to that little whore." The other spoke hoarsely.
