How It Started How It's Going.
It's Still Going...
Tags Hotwife, Interracial, Cheating, Sex, Anal Sex
Casey was flicking through a tawdry gossip magazine in the waiting area at the day spa. Outwardly she was calm and serene. Inside was a different story. The excitement was building. It was just a matter of hours now until JT's big cock was back inside her pussy. The thought of it made her squirm in her seat. It had been six months since the first time they'd deliberately played with JT. So far they had got together eight times. Each time it had seemed more natural, less awkward. She found herself thinking about their interactions more and more.
The second time it had been an uncertain wait. JT hadn't contacted them in any way for almost five weeks. Then Bill had got a text asking if they'd be home on Saturday afternoon. Casey had been with him when they composed the reply, eventually deciding on a simple yes. There had been no more correspondence until he had called out to them over the fence to see if he could come over for a swim. Casey could still remember her heart pounding as she'd looked at Bill then he'd called back.
"Sure."
It had still been an hour before he pushed through the gate. Casey had been swimming laps while Bill drank a beer in the shallow end. She'd kept swimming as the two men stood close by drinking and talking. When she finished and approached them he'd greeted her warmly but then continued talking sports with Bill. Casey got a little pissed again then remembered how Bill had enjoyed the way she'd taken charge last time so she interrupted them.
"Have you contacted that surgeon I recommended?"
JT looked sheepishly at Casey and shook his head.
"Get up on the edge." She ordered pointing to a spot in front of her.
Casey could see Bill's nervous reaction as their neighbour pulled himself out of the water in front of his wife. She'd started doing a similar inspection of his knee as she had before. Except when she slipped her hand up inside the leg of his swim shorts she didn't pulled it back out.
"Hmmm, this won't do. We'll have to get these off I think."
As Casey started to wrestle JT's swimmers off she imagined Bill's eyes bugging out. JT hadn't object to her direction and lifted his hips to assist her. Even though it was her goal all the time it was still a shock to see that half erect big black cock up close again. Casey had pushed it aside pretending to try and continue manipulating JT's knee before giving up in mock anger.
"Now this is in the way." She'd said pushing his cock away again. "What are we going to do about this?"
She remembered wrapping her fingers around and jacking it a few times. Then she'd dipped her head, keeping eye contact with the older man the whole time as she'd taken the thick head between her lips. Casey had focused on JT and didn't know how her husband had been reacting until she felt him pressing against her ass. He'd pulled at the one piece swimming costume getting it off her shoulders then peeling it all the way off. Memories of the previous encounter came back as Bill worked his dick inside her so she was penetrated from both ends. Her husband hadn't lasted very long then JT had lifted her out of the pool and placed her on the sunbed.
"Do you want this black dick?" He'd asked as he teased her pussy lips with the meaty head.
Casey had agreed enthusiastically. They'd fucked in numerous positions, Casey cumming and JT just powering on. Bill told her later it had lasted probably twenty five minutes although it had seemed much less to Casey. Then he'd cum, and cum, and cum. By this time Casey was on her back with her legs folded up against her shoulders. When JT had lifted off her the sloping back of the sunbed meant she could see his thick shaft still wedged inside her pussy. He'd eased it out slowly as they both watched. When the tip of the head was clear JT's cum started running out. He used his cock to catch it and smear it all over her cunt. Then he's looked up at Casey and recognised what she wanted. He hefted himself to his feet and moved up to where her head was. Dipping his knees he offered her his cum covered cock.
Just the memory of that moment made her lick her lips. Bill had commented after how hot it was watching her clean first the head and shaft. Then she sat up and licked the frothy mix of her husbands and her juices that had collected around the base and his balls. JT left after that and Bill had fucked her again inside the house. Their secret lover was back every third weekend after that. Sometimes only for an hour sometimes for the evening. Each time it got easier yet there were subtle differences that kept it freaky.
The second to last time JT had pushed Casey in a direction she hadn't expected. He'd been over early on a Sunday morning before he had to go into the studio for a panel show. He'd fucked her and Bill had cum in her mouth. Bill had gone to the toilet and she and JT were enjoying a rare but brief period of post coital privacy.
"You cock feels so good," Casey had said as she lightly traced her finger over the flaccid monster.
"You could make it feel even better," JT said then he'd lent in closer to whisper. "Don't let Bill fuck you before I come over next time."
"But that's three weeks." Casey he'd felt it would be impossible given their rejuvenated sex life.
"No, only two. I'll be here for the evening Sunday two weeks from now."
"That would be really bad." Casey remembered the thrill she had gotten thinking about it.
"Why don't you try being a bad girl?"
Casey had done it. Her period had helped. She hadn't denied Bill sexual gratification, just the use of her vagina. If he noticed he didn't say anything. By the time that Sunday evening rolled around her pussy had been dripping at the prospect of getting filled with cock again. When JT strolled through the back door he greeted Bill and shook his hand. Then he'd walked up to Casey with a devious smirk on his face. He embraced her and kissed her cheek.
As he did he whispered, "did you?"
She hadn't trusted her voice to not crack so she nodded her head. JT had dipped his head again to kiss her lips. Their lips touched briefly then the dam wall cracked. They'd started making out. In the end she'd had to ask Bill to turn the oven down as JT eased her wet panties to the floor, turned her around and jammed his dick into her pussy. After they'd temporarily sated their sexual appetite Casey got dinner on the table. That night she'd sat next to JT and found it almost impossible to keep her hands off him. Bill had another zoom meeting for his side project so as soon as he went upstairs they'd started fucking again. When Bill came back down JT was pumping his third load of cum for the night into Casey's battered cunt.
"Mrs Forsyth? Mrs Forsyth?" The receptionist calling her name bought Casey back to reality. "Michelle has got room four ready for you if you'd like to go through."
The girl pointed to the automatic doors to her left. Casey put the magazine down and went to the designated room. She started getting undressed. As she pushed her panties down there was a clear wet patch in the crotch. Casey got some paper towels from a trolly close by and dried her pussy before putting on the spa robe.
The young woman smiled brightly as she entered the cubicle. Her clean blue uniform looking like she'd just taken it off the hanger despite it being three in the afternoon. The staff here were always so cheerful and perfectly made up which surprised Casey considering what they did for most of the day.
"Hello Mrs Forsyth, I'm Michelle. Just the usual bikini wax today?"
"Yes," Casey replied quickly although she had been contemplating something more radical. The thought of which was making her uncomfortable.
"Okay then I'll just get everything ready if you'll get up on the bed." The beautician patted the padded bench.
Casey sat on the bed then swung her legs up keeping them close together and holding the robe she was wear tightly so it didn't flap open.
"Got anything special planned for the weekend?" Michele made small talk as she checked the wax.
"No, just the usual." Casey answered while smiling to herself.
Was it usual now to have her lover come over on a Saturday night?
"Almost ready," Michelle said as she turned back to Casey. "Let's have a look."
Casey felt her cheeks colour up as the beautician eased her legs open and parted the robe. Her warm fingers briefly touched Casey's inner thighs as she did her inspection.
"Not much there so it shouldn't take to long." Michelle said brightly.
