So...this has futa. Its a futa/milf story, point in fact. AND, it's a cheating story.
Also? It's interracial.
Hope you don't mind that.
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Money is power. Money is time. Money is life.
Money made things move and made them change, but for all that money led to many things, it wasn't the start. It was merely the way.
So it was, then, that things that could get you money were where the start laid.
For Jenna? That start was beauty. That start was being attractive. That start was being seductive. Being an astoundingly beautiful woman had always got her the things that she wanted, as she'd always known. Favors, opportunities, money and high regard.
Today? It would get her a rich husband. But as admittedly nice as that was, that was too, merely a means to an end.
Because what she had an eye for, a goal in mind, was a set of circumstances that could only ever come about if she forced them to.
Jenna was a black woman of statuesque profile; She was six feet tall, her shoulders were narrow but defined, her legs were very long and even her cheeks were high. Along with her sharp nose, her slim, if shapely lips, her narrow chin and her slender neck, she had a noblesse mien to her. Something that would have been eye-catching even if she hadn't been a complete package.
But she was.
Her tits were double D, enough to fill the hands of the man she was marrying today. Her stomach was slim, enough for her fiancee to circle his arms over, but they quickly broadened into wide hips. Her thighs helped filled her dress as her calves cut forms into the floor, but it was her ass that she was most proud of: Each of her ass cheeks was as big as her head.
With such a cutting figure, she had always known that she was bound for the high life among those who could not decide which of their Ferraris they would ride. A trophy wife, in short. Which was, of course, why she couldn'tt be satisfied JUST with that.
"Alright, love, the ceremony will begin in a bit," Desmon Faufner, her husband, told her as he sat next to her. They were sitting at a table all to themselves, waiting for people to come and talk to them rather than show obvious favoritism by sitting at a table with friends and family. They would freely mingle after the ceremony, of course, but it was a rather plain truth that the richer someone was, the more the opinions of their peers mattered to them.
Desmon was fine. Honestly, Jenna wasn't unhappy to spend the rest of her life with him.
Oh, he was shorter than she was, but that wasn't something she could hold against him. He was rather boring at times, but she hadn't picked him because he could entertain her. He was reasonably fit and so their nights weren't total write-offs, but as the trophy wife she had always known that it was up to HER to impress.
Given that she was a futanari, a woman with a cock? Her wedding to him more than showcased how much she'd succeeded. She had reeled him to the point that, when she revealed her male genitals, he had fallen far too much into her hands to reject her. An accomplishment made even more impressive, considering how big her assets were:
There was no downplaying it, when it came down to it she utterly dwarfed her husband where it mattered. Her cock was two inches over a foot of length and had the width of her own wrist. Her mushroom was a huge thing that was bigger than his fist, and her testicles were meaty factories that were as large as tangerines.
With time, she was sure, she could end up fucking him instead. She was very sure of it. But as entertainingly emasculating as that was, it was just an errant thought. Something to consider if she ever got bored.
But then, she didn't think she ever would. No when the true reason for this marriage looked so fucking appetizing.
"I'll go to the waiting room then," Jenna told her fiancee in the soft voice that she knew had initially captured his interest.
"Are you sure you are ok with my mother walking you down the aisle?" Desmon, not for the first time asked.
"I have no daddy," Jenna leaned in to kiss her fiancee on the cheek as she got up, "And it would be improper for your father to be alone with me. Your mother is more than fine."
"If you say so, love," her husband shot her smile as Jenna walked away where her true goal was.
Jenna could have married many other men. Ones just as rich and influential as Desmon was. Some that looked better than he did, even. But they all failed the one iron-bound quality that she needed them to have.
"Jenna, are you ready?" smiled Dorothy, the matriarch of the Faufner family asked.
She was what made marrying Desmon worth it; She was an astoundingly beautiful, breedable bitch of a MILF.
She was 40 years old, petite and plumb. She had creamy white skin, lively yellow hair, and deep blue eyes. Her nose was a button, her lips were huge, lovely and shapely. Oh, there were a few crows feet starting to form in the corner of her eyes and her mouth, evidence of how much she laughed, but they only added to her allure.
They only served to compliment her matronly body.
Her hips were wider than Jenna's. That was the first thing the futanari beauty noticed. Those amazing handles swelled almost as wide as a door frame. Thick meaty thighs came down from there and made Jenna's hands twitch to just get in there. Her tits, too, were impressive, being G cup orbs that, somehow, still managed to be perky and uptight.
Her small shoulders, along with her 5 feet and 4 inches of height, made the older white woman look as though she was nothing but hips, ass, and tits! As if she were nothing more than something for her to push down and breed.
The urge to force herself down on her had been almost irresistible for Jenna when she first met her. Soft pliable fuck meat like her husband's mother more than deserved to be taken, but Jenna would not have risen to where she now was if she didn't have a modicum of self-control. The fact that she needed discipline at all, however, more than cemented Desmond as Jenna's future spouse.
Something he really should thank his mother for one of these days.
"Almost," Jenna returned the smile as she sauntered into the room.
And closed the door behind her.
""Now, we'll just wait here and-oh," the smile slipped from the white milf as Jenna slapped a hand on her ass.
"Ooooh!" she gasped as Jenna pushed her fingers into the cloth of her dress, and dug her digits into her ass along with her dress.
"We-you are about to get married!" Dorothy breathed out in panic as Jenna bent down to grab the bottom of her skirt. There was purpose to the move, its intention obvious.
The skirt went up.
"I'll be fast," Jenna promised, purposefully missing the point as she draped the dress on top of her forearms and attacked her mother-in-law from her pussy and her ass.
One year. That was how long it had taken Jenna to get to this point with her dear hubby's mom. Just as she worked her magic with the white man, so too did she work her wiles on his mother. She started small with both, of course, but the groundwork she made with the blond man had all been so that she could do THIS.
"That's not the point!" Dorothy tensed as Jenna pushed her panties into her labia and her ass. The soft cloth muted the feeling of her labial lips, but the string going through her ass? It allowed Jenna to feel everything.
Jenna was in a white wedding outfit, of course, sans only her veil. But then, that thing was being crushed in her mother-in-law's hands as the black futa massaged her pussy and the insides of her cheeks.
Truth was, she had only "broken" ground lately. Barely a month before her wedding, the black futa was presented with some vulnerability. One she pounced on right away.
A light peck to the lips.
That was all it took to get started.
Oh, she apologized afterward and things were awkward, but after the door was open the only things Jenna really needed were "excuses" to do all of this to the foxy mom.
They were in a little room in the hall of a grand hotel. It was rented at some outrageous price, no doubt, but it didn't matter; the walls were sturdy and firm. The ambivalent music of the venue was loud and everywhere. The guests were on their seats, now, with both Jenna's fiancee and Dorothy's husband standing before all of them on a podium.
Jenna and Dorothy were supposed to wait until they were called out, a change in the music to signify it. Dorothy was supposed to be calming Jenna's nerves and to, perhaps, give her last-minute advice as everyone waited for them.
Eyes were on their room, rather than on the priest starting to talk. People that knew them, or knew of them, waiting for the traditional bridal walk down the floor. One to remember, even, with the level of beauty they both held.
All of that, every single bit of it, would be ruined if say-
"Oh god!" Dorothy moaned as Jenna got to her little nub at the top of her clit, barely moaning outloud as the futanari simultaneously slipped through her g-string and pushed at her sphincter with her finger tip.
-Dorothy was to scream about what Jenna was doing to her.
The milf had been careful not to show a vulnerable side to Jenna again. But that didn't stop Jenna from normalizing light touches, "friendly" pecks on the lips, and many accidental brushes. Progress to be sure, but slow progress all the same.
What she needed was-
"P-please, think about my husband, think about my son!" Dorothy wailed as Jenna played with both, rubbing and prodding as she stood closer and closer to the milf.
-a reason for the delicious milf to not say a thing.
Despite the woman's recalcitrance, Jenna had worked on her all this time, so it was only inevitable that she get wet. It was only to be expected that she flush and moan as Jenna pressed her own tits against her shoulder. It was only natural that she melted in her dark grasp, as her fingers accidentally "slipped"-
"FUC-hmph!" Dorothy clicked her teeth shut as she shuttered, Jenna's pussy finger wetting wet and her ass finger feeling the milf's anus convulse around it.
-and went into both of her holes.
The music changed.
"Well, now, that was just what I needed to calm my nerves," Jenna thanked her mother-in-law as she brought both of her index fingers to her face.
And licked them.
"S-sure," Dorothy looked away, guilt and shame written all over her face.
