BASED ON A TRUE STORY....
Had me some fun time this past week:
I finally got to get my blog registered as a domain. Of course that don't mean much, except soon it's going to stop having that 'blogspot' in front of it and will then become a '.com'. I'm still in denial as to how far I intend running with it. Think about it: what's going to happen if someday I decide to run for public office and then some reporter finds out about this web site? Imagine the type of scandal that would bring. Of course, it's not going to give me the type of fame former Senator Edwards has ... but you never know and you can never tell. Of course I'll still be writing. Erotica's in my blood, and as long as there's hot wives out there that need some satisfying and some hubbies too who just love the sight of seeing their wives being made into a slut ... I'll fucking be there.
Thursday last week came around and I had to take me on a trip to Rochester in upstate New York. There's this white couple there who've been keeping tabs and steady communication with me back when I was in Nigeria. Now I'm in the U.S., of A, I figured it time I paid them a visit.
I hopped on a greyhound bus and rode the journey for eight hours till I arrived there. Rochester is a lovely city. Although I didn't have much time exploring the city but you could tell it wasn't bustling with the vibrancy that is new York City, at the same time its no quiet spot either. The couple I was supposed to meet (let's call them the Morgans) reside in the suburb part of the city called Henrietta. I got myself a cab and called the hubby who gave me directions to a motel called the Super 8 on LeHigh Station Road. I checked in there and gave the couple a call to let them know I'd arrived, just as promised. Of course neither was able to come visit me that evening cause of work and family, we decided to schedule things for the following day.
Aside from them, there was this other couple whom I was supposed to meet. The hubby wrote me a mail to come look for him and the wife at some eatery spot, but the fool neglected giving me his phone number, like he expected me to arrive there and from the description of what he and the wife would be wearing I would then guess it was them. I did call up a taxi and it drove me down to where they were supposed to be, but I couldn't find them and it pissed me off 'cause there I was looking like a fool trying to find a couple whom I couldn't tell from the crowd that was there. I got back to the motel and wrote a scathing email to the hubby and then went to a gas station next door and got some beers to end the night with.
I got a call from the hubby, Josh, the following morning. He called to say that he and the wife would be dropping by the motel to spend time with me later that evening. I told him that was just fine with me, I can wait. Later in the day I got a call from the wife, Michelle. She was at work at the time, though took the time to sneak out of her office to give me a call. She thanked me for making the trip all the way to come see her, and she was happy I wasn't like any of those guys who talk about coming to visit and yet never fulfill a promise. I told her I wasn't like that, and I couldn't wait to see what she looked underneath her clothes. That got her giggling in my ear; she too couldn't wait for us to meet.
The rest of the day went like a breeze. I went for a walk to the Market place to buy some stuff then returned to the motel later. There was a lot of older couples staying there, made the place seem like it was a joint waiting to be turned into a retirement home. I watched some TV, slept off and then woke up, walked around a bit, went out and got something to eat... anything to make the hour run fast. A good thing I tried to look at my watch less.
I got the call from the hubby sometime around 6:12p.m. He told me he'd just walked into the house and the wife will be arriving any minute and they'd both be over to visit me within the next hour. My blood was rushing like a bastard. Outside the sky gradually went dark.
The hour that was 7:00p.m., arrived. I got a call from the wife minutes later telling me they were on their way. I gave them my room number - Room 257.
I was looking out the window when I saw a maroon-colored Buick drive into the motel compound. The wife and the hubby got out the car and almost immediately I recognized the wife from the numerous pictures the hubby had sent to me. I called them to let them know where my room was situated and waited for them to arrive. I heard the knock on my door and went and opened it and let them inside.
They'd come rather equipped for the evening: the hubby had a camera and tripod stand and a nylon bag full of Budweiser beer while the wife had a flask cup full of Barcardi. She looked hot wearing a black top and skirt. I sent the white boi hubby out to go get me some pack of gum so the wife and I could sit and talk for a few minutes. She seemed kind of nervous at first and I don't blame her for that - the first time of meeting is usually the nervous stage that needs to be gotten past. We sat next to each other on the bed and I got a sip of some of her Barcardi drink, although my eyes were peaking down at her ample cleavage. She had a large pair of tits, and when I undressed her top off, they just about fell out unto my hands; her nipples erect and waiting. I noticed too she had both a 'Queen of Spades' symbol and a 'Black Cock Slut' tattooed on each of her tits. I pulled at each of them before taking a bite off each. Her hubby returned some minutes later and I told him where to sit his ass down while Michelle and I got busy.
The light in the room was low; the TV volume on mute. I got to tasting Barcardi out the wife's lips as we tongue-kissed each other. Hubby got out his camera but waited till when I told him to start taking pictures. He loved the sight of Michelle and me playing with each other. I laid her down and pressed my face between her tits; I sucked on each one like a wild lion.
I was so hard inside my jeans. I called at the hubby to come over and help me undress her. Josh did as told, helping the wife out of her skirt and light-green panties; I hung that one around the white boi's neck and told him to wear it like a necktie for me, which he did. The wife was already gasping when I pushed her to lie back on the bed and let my tongue find the entrance to her pussy. She was somewhat hairy down there, and I cursed at the white boi for not having the courtesy to give her a shave, something which all hubbies ought to do for their wives without them asking. But I got down my knees and I ate that pussy like a real man ought to. At one time I told the hubby to pass me my Budweiser beer and I took a sip of it and held it in my mouth and soaked it over her pussy while still eating her; that got her wiggling like crazy.
Though it didn't last. She wanted the real black dick and wouldn't stop moaning for it.
