Housewife Turns Hot Wife in Tightknit Community
Bill Johnson, 25, opened the front door of his townhouse, pausing long enough to wave to his attractive next-door neighbor, Heather, before entering his home. As he climbed the stairs he could hear his 24-year-old blonde wife, Kelly, in their master bedroom. The noises were all-too familiar to him by now.
"Oh yes!" Kelly moaned. "Fuck me with your big black cock! I'm your pregnant black cock slut! Oh god, Sam, darling, I love it when you fuck me!"
Stepping into the bedroom, Bill saw that Kelly was on top, straddling her black lover, with her big baby belly resting just below his chiseled abs. Her smooth white skin was adorned with lots of tattoos, none more prominent than the Queen of Spades on her bloated left breast, bouncing up and down as she motioned rhythmically on the huge cock that impaled her vagina.
"Hi Bill, honey, you're home early," Kelly panted, politely acknowledging her husband's arrival in their bedroom.
"Not really," Bill said nonchalantly. "I'm going to take a shower. Are you fixing dinner tonight?"
"Oh yeah, Sweetie," Kelly managed to mutter. "Ooohh, yes! That's it, Sam! Fuck me harder! We've got leftover chicken. Oh fuck! In an hour."
Bill turned on the water in the shower as he finished undressing, then took a few moments to watch his over-sexed wife toss her flowing hair back and scream as an orgasm overtook her. When the water reached a soothing warm temperature, Bill stepped into the shower stall, leaving his expectant wife and her dark skinned mate to bounce on their king-size mattress.
As the water poured down on his scalp, Bill thought about how absurd his life had become. Once again, he'd come home to find the black man who lived a few doors down the block in bed with his wife, and it was sort of normal.
Per the calendar, the current month was August. To understand how this unconventional state of affairs came to exist, it's necessary to revisit January, just eight months prior to the present day.
It was just a few days into the new year when Bill and Kelly moved into the townhouse that was to be their first marital home. They had been married nearly two years and had been living rent-free at Bill's mother's home, allowing them to save enough money to make a down payment on their own place. Bill was new to the corporate world, barely three years out of college, but he had a promising future as a human resources executive. Kelly had attended another college and worked part time as a substitute teacher, hoping to land a full time teaching job when the opportunity presented itself.
Living under Bill's mother's roof had been stressful, and buying a home and moving was stressful too, but Bill and Kelly were both optimistic that the tidy townhouse community that they were moving into would bring them the happiness they craved for themselves, and each other.
As the young couple shuttled boxes between their garage and their living room an attractive brunette, about their age, approached from next door, carrying a plate of homemade cookies. Two toddlers trailed behind her. One was a little girl, maybe five years old, and the other was a boy who looked to be about two. The girl was obviously Caucasian while the boy was black, or possibly mixed-race.
"Hello neighbors!" the woman said with a smile. "I'm Heather and these are my rug rats, Amanda and Brandon. I wish I could help you but I have my hands full chasing these two! My husband, Tom, should be home any minute now and I'm sure he'd be happy to help."
Kelly smiled as she accepted the cookies and said, "That is so nice of you, Heather. I'm Kelly and this is my husband, Bill. We're just trying to get the boxes into the right rooms, but if your husband could help Bill shift some of the furniture around it would be a big help. I'm so glad to see that we have young people living right next door!"
"It's no trouble at all," Heather said. "There's another really sweet girl named Monica right across the street and Claire lives on the other side of you two. I don't really know the other neighbors. Well, except for Sam. He's a super nice single guy and he lives three doors down."
Just then a car pulled into Heather's driveway.
"Oh, here's my hubby Tom now," Heather said as a man exited the vehicle.
Kelly was a little surprised to see that Tom was white. She thought to herself that little Brandon must be adopted, or something, because there was no way that he was born to two white parents. Kelly looked forward to getting to know Heather and her family, along with the other ladies she had mentioned.
An hour later, Monica, a gorgeous young blonde who was obviously pregnant, and Claire, a pretty redhead, came over to meet Kelly and Bill, saying that Heather had called them after she put Brandon down for a nap.
Kelly chatted with her new acquaintances and told them how happy she was to have such nice neighbors.
"I can tell we have a lot in common," Claire said, "and we're going to be the best of friends!"
"I just know we are!" Kelly said, smiling. At that moment, she was happier than she had been in a long time.
About Sam
It was a Tuesday morning, about two weeks after they moved into the townhouse when Kelly noticed that her cable TV and internet were not working. She called her next-door neighbor, Heather, to see if she had service. Heather's phone went straight to voicemail, so Kelly decided to just walk a few steps over to her neighbor's place and knock on the door.
Heather answered the door and welcomed Kelly wearing a bathrobe and sweeping her hair back, appearing to be slightly sweaty and out of breath. Kelly thought she must have interrupted Heather's morning workout, then she noticed a tall and muscular young black man walking toward them. The man was adjusting his gym shorts. A large bulge was prominent in the crotch of the shorts and a small wet spot was visible too where the man's obviously large penis was pressing against the material.
"Kelly, this is our neighbor, Sam," Heather said. "He's very handy if you ever need help with anything," she added with a smile.
"Nice to meet you, Sam," Kelly said, extending her hand to shake his.
"Nice to finally meet you too," Sam said with a wide grin. "I've heard nothing but good things about you from Heather and the other ladies."
Sam then said it was time for him to get going. There was an awkward moment as Sam, Kelly and Heather stood together, then Sam and Heather stepped toward each other and shared a kiss on the lips. Sam then turned and left Heather's place, leaving the two women alone.
Kelly was obviously stunned, and feeling that she had to say something, she said, "Wow, Heather, you and Sam seem to be very friendly."
Heather laughed, then said, "Yes, well, we're more than friendly."
"Aren't you afraid that Tom will find out? I mean, cheating on him, and with a black guy no less?" Kelly asked.
"Tom knows all about us," Heather said, causing Kelly's jaw to drop.
"Sam is my son Brandon's father," Heather said, smiling and watching for Kelly's reaction.
"Oh my god! You're kidding!" Kelly exclaimed. "I can't believe it!"
"What's not to believe?" Heather said calmly. "You did notice that my son is black, didn't you?"
"Well, yeah, I wondered why he was so dark," Kelly stammered, "but I thought maybe you adopted him or something."
Heather smiled and said, "No, Brandon is my baby. Sam knocked me up shortly after he moved here, about three years ago."
"And Tom is okay with it?" Kelly asked incredulously.
