Isaiah Moves In
Veronica finally gets pregnant
Disclaimer:
This story deals with interracial sex, Cuckolding, controlling, and impregnation. Please do not continue if any of these subjects offend you. This is a work of fiction, meant to be enjoyed. Please click back if this does not suit your style. I am not a Ernest Hemingway. It is just another black stud and white wife story. They are free, so don't expect a literary masterpiece. All negative anonymous comments will be deleted.
These are stories of a couple named Veronica and Sam. Different stories, same people. The stories are based on different lifestyles a person would take in life based on family upbringing and education. Remember, all fictional.
Sam and I have been married for several years. I am 23 years old and my husband is 40 years old. My husband works and I don't. He prefers to be the bread winner in the family. I am a typical housewife. I cook and clean
We were barely getting by on Sam's meager earning as a pharmaceutical rep working. He travels during the week and is home on weekends. The economy was not the best and my husband's commissions he used to make have diminished. Things being tough and it has taken a toll on our marriage. We were in a rut and our sex life suffered too. After a week on the road, Sam would come home and we may or may not have sex that weekend.
Things started to change for the better regarding Sam's pay. The money was great, so we were able to live more comfortably. We got all of our bills caught up. We even bought Sam a new car for the road. However, our sex life continued to suffer. Neither of us would want the social stigma of a messy divorce. We still loved each other, but over the last year or so our lives had diverged, with us hardly having time for each other. It was time for me to regain Sam's interest. I was determined to rekindle our sex life. I bought a slave outfit to look slutty as possible. Sam would be back from his road trip Friday afternoon, so I want to look as nice as I can for him.
Sam arrived home late Friday night. He was tired and went straight to bed and fell asleep. I was not happy to say the least. We had a nice Saturday together, but again no sex. Sam went to sleep and I decided to have a good cry. Sam spent Sunday getting ready to leave out on Monday. I asked Sam to sit and talk to me on Sunday. I confronted him about our sex life. He said he is sorry. He knew he was not keeping me happy. I told him I needed affection. I told him that other men flirted with me and I love the attention, but I am married and faithful.
I went on to tell Sam about Isaiah. Isaiah is a young black teen that cuts our grass and handles our yard work. He has always flirted with me when I am lying in the sun. He has offered to put sun lotion on me and comments on how nice my body looks. It does make me feel good as my husband is not paying me any attention. I was shocked when Sam said I should befriend him and spend time with him, so I will not be lonely while he is on the road. I asked Sam if he was crazy. The boy is interest in nothing more than getting into my pants. Sam just laugh and said "of course he is he is a guy. All guys want to fuck you" I told him everyone, but my husband. Sam apologies and tells me that the stress of the job and making sure all the bills get paid has hindered his sexual desires. He started to cry again. I said nothing more and dropped the subject.
Monday morning Sam left to go on the road to work and provide for us. Wednesday came around and it was a beautiful day. I decided to spend some time in the sun. Isaiah came by to do some yard work. Before he started working he came by to say hi and tell me what he is going to do. As always Isaiah asked me if I wanted him to apply sun screen on me. Today I shocked him by replying with a Yes! Isaiah wasted no time applying the lotion on my back. He started around my neck, working his hands down my back. He skipped my ass and worked my legs working back up to my ass. His slid his hands under up my bikini bottom rubbing my bare ass. I will have to admit that his hands on my ass felt good. His hands brushed up against my pussy lips and I decided to put a halt to his massaging. Isaiah wanted to know if he can do my front side. I told thanks, but that I have already done it, maybe next time.
I had already gone into the house before Isaiah finished the yard work. The doorbell rang and Isaiah wanted to get paid. I advised him that Sam did not leave me the money to pay him. I told him Sam would be home Friday afternoon and would he like to come over them. Isaiah readily agreed and planned to come back on Friday.
Isaiah came by around 6pm and Sam paid him and invited Isaiah to stay for dinner. I was shocked, but I went along with my husband. After dinner and around 7pm the three of us were sitting around listening to music, drinking alcohol, and smoking marijuana. Isaiah wanted me to dance. I hesitated as I felt that Sam should start dancing with me. He declined and Isaiah jumped up and grabbed me and took to the floor dancing away.
I got into dancing and my moves were raw and sensual and Isaiah clearly liked them. Isaiah eyes moved up and down my body, and then back to my face, and he nodded appreciatively. His dance moves were on par with mine and in minutes it looked like we have been dancing together for years.
My hands moved up to my tits as my ass swayed to the music. My eyes widened as Isaiah grabbed hold of my full hips and moved with me. He was bold and assuming, but at the same time he was young and appeared harmless and fun.
I struggle for a few moments of indecision before going with the flow. I reached down and put my hands on top of Isaiah's while we swayed together. Our hands moved in unison up my body as I stared at Sam with a glazed look on my face. I was much drunker than I had realized and my inhibitions were gone.
I smiled playfully at my husband and guided Isaiah's hands to my big beautiful tits. He boldly cupped them and I released his hands, reaching back to touch his strong torso, pulling him close as our hips gyrated in time with the music.
I turned to face Isaiah and ran my hands up his muscular body as one song ran into the next. My fingers laced into his thick dreads and my body bumped against his, we were openly simulating sex as I cupped his face and flashed him a sexy smile.
The song ended and I hugged Isaiah tight pressing my sweaty body against his. I kissed him lightly on the lips and took his hand and led him over to the high top table where Sam was standing, waiting with my drink.
Isaiah grabbed my hand and tried to pull me towards the couch. I resisted and he tugged more forcefully. I looked at my husband hoping he would say something. But when he just stared back without any reaction, I reluctantly let Isaiah drag me to the sofa.
Putting his hand between my shoulder blades, he pushed my upper body down. "Bend over; I want to properly see that fine white booty." Isaiah demanded.
I lowered my upper body bending over the armrest of the sofa. Instinctively keeping my legs straight, "Damn, this is one fine piece of white booty." Isaiah said lustily as he pulled up my dress and gratuitously squeezed my ass cheeks. "Such tight ass, white girl got some fine ass on her." Isaiah bent down and kissed my creamy smooth ass cheeks. Then he patted my inner thighs demandingly.
Even though feeling completely ashamed, I moved my feet apart. Closing my eyes I buried my face in the cushion as I opened my legs for the eighteen year old black kid.
Isaiah cupped my pussy over my panties and was astonished to feel how damp I was. "Damn, Mr. Sam, your wife is so wet, the front of her panties are soaking wet. Fuck this white pussy is creaming so nicely."
I gasped and I felt the heat rising to my face as I heard the crude words. As soon as Isaiah hooked his fingers in the waistband of my thong, I whimpered. I reached back and grabbed Isaiah's wrist. "Sam honey, come to me baby...come here to me." I called out.