Ebony Housewife Weekend #2
Patricia's Lesbian Awakening
Hi my name is Patricia, and I live in Eatondale Canada. A few years ago, my best friend Cheyenne and I began to hang out with these two ladies from our neighbourhood: Abra and Saffra. I immediately thought how funny the pair seemed: two tall, gorgeous black women who really seemed like sisters or cousins.
I was in the market for another affair. After being in the spotlight for so many years with my first husband, I settled down with my second husband, Nate, and found myself bored. He makes a lot of money as a dentist- which is great! But how much shopping and travel can a gal really handle? Especially when my husband has to work to afford the nice things that I'd rather be enjoying with him.
Before you start to hate me, please just know that money is not a substitute for attention and desire. There are things that a lot of women would take over money- we aren't all gold-diggers.
Before I ever started cheating on my husband, I did everything in my power to get his attention. I changed my hair, I started new hobbies, I spent too much money, I put on weight- all without any effect. He is a workaholic, and I am but another trophy for him to put on his shelf.
When we met, Nate pursued me long and hard- literally. We fucked on every flat surface in his condo, and against every soft surface in mine. We met as neighbours in the upscale building I was living in after my divorce. He was the cutest white guy I had ever seen. He brought me home to meet his mother after a whirlwind courtship, and proposed to me soon after. I was the ebony princess he brought home with him; the cheerleader he finally got despite never being overly cool or popular growing up. I was his trophy- the one he earned for having a successful life.
Unfortunately, like many trophies, I have rarely seen much action after being won by my husband. Most nights he falls asleep on the sofa in the living room. He will usually be logged into some first person shooter on his laptop, or watching a mindless action movie on the television. Most nights my needs go unfulfilled and my passions are subdued.
The passion I was longing for presented itself in a really unusual way a few years ago. I began to feel so horny and put off by my husband that my sexual thoughts wandered into fantasies about Nate's gorgeous younger step sister who was then only 22. Nate's family was blended, so his little sister was mixed with Jewish and Persian. Her long dark hair was tied down her back in a braid.
Last summer though... I don't know what happened. It may have been caused by too many drinks by the pool, but she bent over in her swimsuit and I couldn't believe the ass I was staring at. Picture me: ebony goddess with a fantastic petite athletic body lounging by the pool with her mouth hanging open. Salivating at the ass that barely concealed the outer lips of a tight 22 year old pussy.
I could see that she shaved her twat, which only served to make me feel more desire for her youthful skin. I knew it was wrong, but behind my Dior sunglasses, no one could see where my eyes were pointed. From then on, I wanted nothing more than to explore the sexual appetite that had wrenched within me.
I had my opportunity to make it with my husband's little sister, in any event. It was after the Lesbian Friends birthday event we had for Saffra. I was still savouring the fun I had with my friends when Nate's sister Emma showed up unannounced in her car. She had broken up with her latest boyfriend and wanted a shoulder to cry on. Nate stayed up until 10 p.m. so he could be ready for work the next morning, and by 10:05 I was filling Emma's wine glass up to the top whilst making ridiculous statements to rile her up.
All of this was to manipulate her to temporarily remove her allegiance to men, and to come join me in a garden of delight.
It really didn't take very long before my "man-bashing" had a slightly tipsy Emma offering to trade pyjama tops with me in the midst of our Adam Sandler "Post break up movie-a-thon".
She was so obliging- offering me a back massage, and asking to paint my nails. Regardless of her relation to me, it was obvious that she was as interested in my attention as I was in her.
Besides, there is no law saying I can't fool around with my second husband's younger step sister, who is also an adult.
If I wasn't supposed to fuck her, why was she so damn hot?
Obviously, I couldn't come up with a reason not to; so I fingered her on the Lazy-Boy recliner in the TV room. The whole time, her older step-brother, aka my husband, slept with his meditation music playing in the background.
After exchanging some sweet and playful kisses, she put her hand down my pants and I responded by sinking down to my knees in front of her legs. She was only wearing her panties and my black pyjama top.
Her hooded eyes and the spread of her legs invited me in, so I slid the crotch of her panties to the side to take a look at my prize.
Her cunt was immaculate. Hairless, except for a small landing strip that looked like a manicured lawn.
Young people these days are so confused in their priorities. Emma kept her cunt so clean and pretty, that I thought I might need a security check to get it to open.
Yet, her cellphone screen was cracked beyond the point of proper usability. Perhaps young people got through life based on what their private parts look like? I wondered: are 22 year olds having that much sex?
Perhaps they were on to something. I was 44 and not having any sex in my marriage and perhaps I wasn't in any position to judge anyone, especially not Emma.
The scent of her aroused vagina pulled me back into the moment and I went to work on Emma. It tasted better than I imagined, and I was impressed by how tight and supple her juicy folds were. I don't know if she came at first because, like I mentioned, she was making this weird yawning face that made me think she was getting tired. So I licked her clit faster and faster to wake her up and bring more energy into our sex.
She kept getting wetter and wetter, but when I looked up, she was still making that stupid fucking face.
I hastily repositioned our bodies in response to pull us into an open "trib" position. She laid on her back with her legs up, allowing me to sandwich our clits together in a scissor configuration.
With our pussies already wet from her cum and my saliva, the friction was perfect!
I liked to be in control, so I alternated between hard grinding and soft rocking that allowed just our clits to kiss with a train of wet cum sticking between us. When we finished she made me promise not to ever tell her mother, my husband, or anyone really for that matter.
The money she got from her parents kept her comfortable without needing to work full time while she was finishing school. I could afford a divorce from my second husband if anyone found out, but she could not afford to be written off by her family, which is surely what would happen in the worst case scenario.
We agreed that we would never discuss that night ever again, and that it would stay buried in the past.
Anyway...
As cliché as it is for a trophy wife to cheat on her husband, I didn't want to keep doing it forever. I wanted a stable lover that I could clandestinely conceal, who would offer me all of the things I was missing in my relationship with my husband. I never thought that I would find what I was looking for in the arms of my female best friends.
In the past few months I have really started to explore my sexuality in ways that I never had really dreamed of. When I was in university, I dated one of the best football players at Western University. I was an assistant head on the cheerleading and gymnastics squad, so we were always together at games and on the road.
For four years we stayed strong, and he proposed to me when he was drafted into the CFL as a starter for the Hamilton Tiger Cats. We had two sons, and really lived the perfect life until everything fell apart.
My first husband Tyrell was a big man, and after five seasons in Hamilton, he got a back injury after getting into a car accident on the Red Hill Parkway.
After failing to recover, her lost his spot on the team and the very night that he was let go, he went to a bar and nearly killed a man in a fight. Open and shut case. We were fortunate that the victim of Tyrell's rage did not succumb. But the medical bills and lawsuits that followed the tragic event caused misery. Because of Tyrell's celebrity, they thought he had endless accounts and kept suing us, but refusing to settle.
