The disparity between Wendy's volumpuous hips and her tiny, narrow waist was dramatic. Looking at her now, one could wonder how she had enough room in the midsection to house her organs. I've always thought that one of a woman's sexiest traits was her genetically blessed ratio of hips to waist. Wendy, who was now on all fours in front of Bobby, has this hereditary quality in spades. To recap how we got to this point, please go back and read parts 1 and 2.
Bobby's black hands were frantically trying to get a solid hold on Wendy's soft, spongy, creamy white hips. Just moments before, Wendy had agreed to take the place of another white woman who had been straddling Bobby, but had not made him orgasm yet. When we snuck out into the backyard to get a closer look at the interracial insemination in progress, we were discovered and the woman had run off.
Wendy glared at me in shock when I suggested that, "Bobby be able to substitute one married white wife for another, seeing that we disrupted their impending climax." Wendy pointed out that, "Bobby's obscenely large penis was still bobbing around by his stomach, looking painfully swollen."
Still uncertain, Wendy reluctantly agreed, no doubt realizing that the pussy pleaser between his legs had been responsible for nearly turning each woman in the neighborhood into a hotwife. And similarly, turning many of the husbands into cuckolds. After all, what married man wouldn't notice his wife's thoroughly stretched out and sloppy pussy after she returns home from Bobby and initiates a love-making session with her hubby. With Bobby's substantial manhood, it would be easy to figure any amateur housewife's once innocent pussy would be pleasurably violated and ravaged at even the deepest depths of her womanhood.
Wendy's second thoughts on being a stand in had her squirming and writhing around on the backyard patio like a wet fish trying to escape a fisherman's grasp. Bobby continued to subdue her as she attempted a modified bear crawl escape, retreating her defenseless bare pussy from his oversized, dangling jet black appendage.
Wendy's naked aesthetic shape wiggled across the ground, her pale, silky smooth butt scooting back and forth as she tried to gain traction. Each butt cheek had so much outward projection, like two globes side by side, jiggling and swaying erotically with each movement Wendy made. Her Barbie-sized waist, flaring into curvaceous, hour-glass hips, caused me to envision my wife as a highly desired sexual woman, whose body was meant to be shared.
Just mere feet behind her, Bobby was in hot pursuit of a fleeing Wendy, who was trying to reach the safety of the backyard patio door. As she was trying to run, Wendy's dynamic proportions were hard not to notice. A small, sculpted waist that spread upward and outward, with just the tiniest bit of ribs visible under the skin as she ran and pumped her arms. Sitting on top of those ribs were full and heavy breasts, starting at the armpit and coming together at her sternum. Wearing a low-cut shirt, Wendy has deep cleavage that just begs to be stared at and ogled. Her tan-line ivory flesh showed that she didn't go topless often, but when she did, the excitement was shown by areola that were full of goosebumps. The areola were capped by two protruding nipples, impossible to miss on a chilly day, or when her horniness was peaked by whatever she found sensual and erotic.
Wendy's waist was highlighted by muscular thighs, and tight, rounded hamstrings that still pushed outward against the skin. Her butt projection began just below the lower back curvature, and as she struggled to reach the patio door, her physique was reminiscent of a sexy, feminine female sprinter. Only we had the luck of seeing her running minus a stitch of clothing, totally exposed for us to enjoy.
