Chapter 1
Now that he had Yvonne's panties, Josh's mission, besides enjoying her company and fucking the shit out of her tight, talented white puss, was to make her fall so much in love with him, and make her so addicted to his attention, his body and his cock that he could turn her against her husband and use her against Steve.
He intended to systematically make her his woman, his chick and his slut.
On the Sunday evening, two days after their afternoon of debauchery, Josh asked Abe to call Yvonne's household; he didn't want her hubby getting suspicious. Abe was a bit reluctant, wondering what was going on, for Josh hadn't told him anything. Indeed, the white hubby answered and Abe said he wanted to talk to Yvonne about the garden. Yvonne came on and Abe handed Josh the phone.
"Hi, Yvonne. How are you, you hot mama?" he said in a humorous, happy voice.
She did a sharp intake of breath and exhaled. "We are having supper..." she replied, in a hush, subdued voice.
"Talk normal, or your husband will get suspicious. Act like you talking to Abe about your garden..." he chuckled. "Use your creativity, mama."
"Oh, you mean those daffodils. I don't know Abe. Where do you think they would be good?" she responded, sounding nervous and yet excited and happy.
Josh winked at Abe, who was staring, his jaw wide open. The young man dropped his voice several notches, making it thick, silky and sexy.
"That's better. Are you looking pretty? Are you wearing something short and sexy, showing off that hot, mature body of yours?"
She giggled and said, "Yes Abe. You know I always like your ideas..."
"You ought to be proud of yourself, you know. You are 14 years older than me, but I am addicted to that curvaceous, sexy white body of yours. My dick gets hard when I think you, yunno," he chuckled dirtily and heard her stifle a purr.
"Thanks Abe. But you know its mainly because of you that we have such a nice garden."
"Listen, I am coming around tomorrow at two. Wear something real sexy, alright? And no bra and no panties neither. Don't gasp! Stay calm."
"Well, Abe, I don't think that is a very good idea," Yvonne answered. "Why don't you just drop by on Friday as usual?"
"I want your nipples stiff and your pussy wet, you hear. And shave that pussy clean, alright."
"Gosh, you are kidding, aren't you Abe?" she was sounding flabbergasted now.
"Oh yeah! If I don't find you hot and with no panties, I will spank that white ass and leave my big, black hands imprinted all over it. Now, say a nice bye to Abe."
"Thanks Abe. Have a nice week end as well."
He hung up.
Abe who was sitting nearby looked up at Josh like he was mad.
"You need to be careful, young buck. Don't get big headed or them crackers will string you from a tree till your neck snap." The old boy clicked his fingers.
"Chill big daddy. I got this shit on lock!" Josh said and returned to his room, his cock already hardening from his plans for Yvonne.
Yvonne made up some shit about a new flower bed she was thinking of. After hiding her feelings and lying all week end, it was beginning to come easier. The guilt was still there, big time. And as she once again supped with the family, knowing that her lover was coming around the next day, planning on fucking the shit out of her, she felt like a shameless slut. And indeed, the shameless slut in her was all active, all excited, making her blush, making her ears hot, shouting, "Yesssss! We don't have to wait till Friday for cute Josh and that big, black cock!"
"You are being stupid, Yvonne! Get yourself together and put an end to this. Your husband and kids Don't deserve this," the faithful wife said, and Yvonne averted her eyes and toyed with her food. She felt like she had taken cocaine and smoked weed, one part wanted to jump with joy and and celebrate, the other wanted to hang limp and just cry.
Chapter 2
The next day, Josh finished his day's work in record time, then he drove to Steve's house. He hooted and the electric gate opened. He drove up to the house. He walked to the kitchen door and kicked off his shoes. It was open, so he entered.
Yvonne was dressed in a conservative, prim, gray, unflattering dress that hid her curvy body, and ended around her knees. She was jumpy, looking like she wanted to run.
"Josh, are you crazy. If you keep driving up here daily, people will get suspicious," she said in a hushed whisper, like she thought the walls had ears, shifting from foot to foot, looking into his face, like she was searching for some sign.
"So. Just say I forgot my tool here," he chuckled and patted his dick, flashing her an infectious smile that made the corners of her mouth turn up. "You are looking fine Mama. Damn!" he walked up to her and kissed her on both her cheeks, his hand stroking her hip. "What you so jumpy about?"
"Oh my gosh, Josh!" Yvonne rasped. "I felt so guilty the whole week end. I thought my husband and my kids, even my friends would somehow know what we did. I couldn't concentrate on anything. This cant go on. We need to talk."
"Alright. Chill mama. Mix me a double gin and juice," he smacked her ass and squeezed, his fingers sinking deep in her ass through her thick dress. She whimpered and jumped and literary ran from him into the living room. He followed her to her spacious living room.
