Fucking other men's wives, especially white women, is my passion. I've found it to be relatively easy to find neglected ladies and break them in to black loving. It started several years ago with a cute, young blonde who lived down the hall in my apartment complex. We took a walk around the lake one evening and I ended up taking her from behind as she grabbed a tree for support.
I've had several more since but what happened last Saturday was unique. Usually my fuck sessions are without hubbie's consent or knowledge. Seducing women is what makes me feel alive. This time, a husband asked me to do his wife. He worked in my office as a temp for a few months and he had heard of my penchant for white women. A few weeks after he left, he called and asked if I would meet him and his wife at a bar downtown. He said he wanted me to meet her.
When I arrived, I saw a very nice looking, demure woman about 30 years old. She seemed nervous and didn't talk much. Most of the time, she just looked at the tabletop. Occasionally, when she thought I wasn't looking, she would sneak a quick peek at me.
He explained that their sex life had been boring until they had fantasized about a threesome. Until a few days earlier, they had left it as just a bedtime arouser. She agreed that the idea was erotic but I wasn't getting the feeling that she wanted to take it to the next level as much as he did. He explained that this was just a get acquainted meeting to see if the chemistry was there. For me the heat was there, she had a hot little body and those high, round tits that always make my mouth water.
As the evening ended, I walked them to their car. She seemed a million miles away until I opened her door. Uttering a little cry, she grabbed me and gave me a hot-as-hell openmouthed kiss, grinding her cunt on my thigh. I responded my grabbing her ass and marveling at how soft and squeezable it was. I could feel her heart, pounding like a trip hammer on my chest.
As suddenly as it began, it ended. She jumped back and got in the car, closing the door after her. Hubbie, who had been watching with a nervous but hopeful smile, just shrugged and got into the car. They drove off and I thought that was the end of that game.
He called the next weekend and said they had talked about our encounter that night and several more nights. Each time, he said, the sex was as great as it ever had been. Would I be interested in "seeing more of Kendra" he asked, emphasizing the phrase to make sure I got the full meaning. We agreed to meet for dinner. At his suggestion, I took a cab so we could all ride back to their place in one car.
She was very nervous at dinner, but dressed to kill. She was wearing the classic little black dress and it was obvious from the cut of the dress and the little bullets where her nipples were that a bra wasn't part of the uniform. The dinner table conversation skirted the reason I was there. Whenever I started to go that way, she would blush furiously and change the subject.
When we left, hubbie put us in the back seat of the car and started to drive us to their house. I began some innocent foreplay. Nibbling on he neck, stroking her knees, biting her ears, Soon she was kissing me just like that first night. Twice my hand wandered up the inside of her thigh almost to her pussy and twice she clamped her legs shut, whispering, "Not here, not in the car."
I caressed her tit and she covered my hand with hers, mostly to hide the activity from her husband, who was watching us in the mirror. She stopped me from lowering her dress to go "skin-to-skin," though.
When we got to their house, He poured a glass of wine and I began kissing her again. This time I ran my hands down to cup her ass cheeks and discovered only a tiny little thong panty stood between me and her sweet, white pussy. Suddenly, she pulled back and grabbed her wine glass. Downing it in one gulp, she went into the living room and sat in a chair. I took the couch, unsure of what was going to happen. At this point, I was horny as hell and needed relief.
Kendra whispered she had never been with any man other than her husband and the thought of doing something like we were planning, especially with him watching, was more than she could handle. All three of us talked about it for a few minutes before she excused herself. It was just a bathroom trip, she said. "I'll be right back."
She did some back and took her chair. As we talked, she stretched and spread her legs just slightly, aiming the view at me in such a way that her husband couldn't see what was going on. I looked down and noticed that she had taken off her panties, exposing herself completely to me.
I turned to her husband and told him he needed to go buy some beer. He understood immediately and left the room. I waited until I heard his car pull out of the driveway, then told her to come over to me.
