The Hot Wife Chronicles Pt 02

The Hot Wife Chronicles A Series.

Part two:

Big Ass Pregnant MILF Rides Her Daddy at Clubs

Author's Note: Everyone in this story is a figment of my imagination and even in my head as they get fucked, they are eighteen or much older. This story touches on aspects of BDSM, loving wives, lesbian sex, interracial sex. Not your thing move on.

Save us all some grief.

We first found the Hot Wife Johanna here:

https://literotica.com/s/the-hot-wife-chronicles-a-series

She had been blacked in college and would close her eyes and pretend a long black dick was pounding her and she'd come. Usually on her husband's tongue..

Big Ass hot wife Johanna, had come home the next day leaving her wedding ring on the mantle. But it had been four months since then. She was at least three months pregnant.

She was not exactly sure who the baby daddy was, might have been any of fifteen or twenty guys in that first month. Day to day she had fallen deeply in love with Wanda. They slept together exclusively now and Johanna ached for her when Wanda was out clubbing with Jawaan or other black men.

Wanda had explained to Johanna that they were technically hot wives, but in reality they were part of Jawaan's stable of hoes. She further explained that if she had a girl it would be sold through the dark network of illegal adoptions that pervaded. If it was a boy then she would be his mother, obviously Wanda and her would go to the PTA Meetings. LGBTQ couples were very trendy in Seattle, probably the Queerest city in America. London, of course there were queers everywhere, but Jawaan had no networks in London.

She had not fucked her dad nor Kenny since becoming Jawaan's hoe. She felt guilty and knew the poor old guy needed to nut badly. She asked Wanda if she wanted to come with and they'd both fuck him, Daddy was bigger than Teddy, Teddy was a nice seven inch dick but Daddy had a long skinny dick, ten inches in her ass. Back in the day he wore rubbers when he was in her cunt, took her cherry, but never in her ass nor her cunt now.

Teddy's kids were twelve, ten and six. Kelly Jack and William. Kelly and William (Will) looked like Teddy, tall, freckles, reddish hair. Jack was short and stocky. He was a wonderful son and Teddy loved him.

He had a great attorney Levis Feinberg who Teddy's attorney through work. Teddy fixed bad businesses. He asked Levis for a family law guy and they met. State of Washington was a No fault state, so Teddy could file and didn't have to serve her.

He had discovered where she was living and had pictures of her in hip hop clubs fucking black men and could tell she was pregnant. He began funneling cash from their joint account to several banks in Oranjestad, Aruba. There were good schools.

Kelly came home from school along with Jack and was very upset and came downstairs to my office and demanded my attention stomping her foot. I took off my phone headset and stood up and hugged her and pulled Jack into the hug. Will was on a different bus, Will went to a gifted kid's elementary school part of the regular public school system and was arriving thirty minutes later.

Kelly let loose, "Stacy's mom told her they saw mom getting fucked in a hip hop club last Friday! What's going on dad."

Stacy's mom was married to a black doctor in the community, so that made the statement definitely probable.

"Your mom left the marriage early last summer, at the time I was not sure that it meant that she didn't want to be you guy's mom. I'm pretty sure that's the case now. I found out that she is living in a home that's owned by a former NBA player along with six or seven men and several Asian women.

This is a hard one, but she's a prostitute for the basketball guy, along with the women. On the website she says she's a hot wife.

The whole thing could be described as if she's in a polyamorous household. Polyamorous means she's sexually active with multiple people and genders. She and one of the women it seems are deeply in love."

Jack's voice was pretty high still and he said, "Daddy do you love me? I'm not your son am I, " totally gut wrenching and heart breaking.

"Come here dude and I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the wall where there were pictures of my two older brothers John and Bill. I picked him up and put him on my hip and said, pointing to the picture on the left and asked him, "Do you know who that is?"

"Nope."

"How about this guy, " I pointed at the other picture.

He shook his head no.

"Kelly please come here too."

When she got to me, I continued. "The fellow on the left is my brother John and the one on the right is my brother Bill. I lost them both in a war in a tiny country called Vietnam. Bill was a pilot in a spy plane, called an AWACS plane. It meant Advanced Warning And Control System he wasn't shot down, they call it a non-operational loss."

"John was an Air Force Special Forces warrior. He died protecting a spy base with both CIA and Air Force intelligence gatherers. It was Phou Pha Thi where they listened to operational traffic, radio stuff, between locals and intermediate controls. "

Then I pivoted and there was this big silk map of Eastern Europe and there was this guy wearing a leather flight jacket with wool collar and a cotton flight cap with and goggles perched up on his head. There was an old article from 1945 with the header saying Lt. Benedict down pilot with his son Bill and parents. "That little boy is my brother Bill, he was eleven years older than me and John was seven years older."

I pointed to some more pictures Bill and John in bleached fatigues in country.

"Now Jack, I think you look almost exactly like Bill, don't you?"

He threw his arms around my neck and started wailing. Kelly was hugging me and crying too.

Once they were wiping their faces on their sleaves, we had to go into the bathroom and wash their faces and by that time Will was pounding down the stairs and ran up for a gang hug.

I said, "I have something to show you, " I moved the mouse around and the monitor asked for my password and after putting it in this picture of a home above a white sand beach and fields with crops and cattle popped up, "What do you think?"

Both Jack and Will thought it looked cool. Finally Kelly said, "It's a cattle ranch just off a beach with a big old house? Where is it?"

"It's in Oranjestad, Aruba, North of Venezuela in the Caribbean. It is part of the Netherlands. Just like Canada and Australia are part of the United Kingdom, separate but together."

"I bought that last week and we're going to move there a week from Friday. I still own this place and some people will take care of it for us."

"They have great schools and great baseball and basketball and soccer. They call soccer football there."

Will who was on my lap now, said, "When is mom coming back? This is some long trip she's been on?"

I looked at Kelly and raised my eyebrows. "She's been texting us for a bit."

"Who's been texting you?"

"Aunt Krystal, she said you were mean to mom?'

"Is that true? Did you see me be mean to your mom?"

They shook their collective heads no.

"Did you know that Aunt Krystal is a crack ho, who's been in rehab at least twice?"

Will said, "What's a Crack ho?"

"Oh, she's having trouble staying married."

"Will I knew your mom had left me because she didn't love me. I knew that was the case for a long time. I wasn't sure about you guys, but she has a new family. I'm sorry. We're all going to love you and take care of you, okay?"

He nodded yes with a big, exaggerated frown. I ordered Pizza from this wonderful place in Kingston, Washington, ten minutes and picked it up. Two extra-large cheese, one extra-large Canadian bacon and pineapple (shoot me assholes it's delicious) and two extra-large sausage, onions and mushrooms. Breakfast lunch and dinner through the weekend, oh and picked up some Horlucks Vanilla ice cream.

Will started sleeping on my side as I lay on the courch in the family room and we watched tv and I think that helped both of us.

I hired a company to come and pack all of her shit, clothes and my tools, sports stuff and label them. I had chartered passage on an old DC-8 four engine airliner owned by UPS, the parcel shipping entity and we went through customs at Boeing Field, the east side, since it was leaving here, the cartons were labeled but open and they had dogs sniffing it and there was nothing to be found.

The plane had been an airliner initially and there were six rows of first class seats all of our shit was behind us, the entire cabin was pressurized and the take off was a screamer. The pilot put his foot into it and it was like a hot rod with open headers, we went straight up, unlike the more modern Boeing 757s with the quiet engines. It was supposed to be a seven hour flight, but we got a tail wind, which they said was rare and we landed some six hours and fifteen minutes. We left at ten a.m. Pacific Daylight time and Oranjestad was on Eastern Daylight Time. Just after six p.m.

We went through customs and we all had visas and it was perfunctory really. There was a big Ford dual cab pickup with a long trailer. The driver was named Willem and he was maybe ten years older than me. Tall and then with a light caramel skin and his hair was light brown with streaks of white. He spoke English with a wonderful sounding lilt. We were forty miles away from our new home.

End The Hot Wife Chronicles A Series.

Part two:

Coming soon kids are multilingual, life is good.

The Hot Wife Chronicles A Series,

Part three.