Chapter 2
Cindy nervously stood and answered the door. A man stood at her door. He was 8 years older than her, but carried his age well. Handsome and fit, the man had short, dark blonde, hair, with a well-trimmed goatee and mustache. A little taller than her, he stood around 5′ 9″. His muscular chest and shoulders stood out beneath a tight, black, Henley shirt. Deep hazel eyes undressed her from the black dress. In his right hand was a small, brown, overnight bag. Confidently, he knew he would be spending the night. Cindy stared. She was at a loss for words.
"Cindy17? Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked.
Cindy stuttered, "Uh...Uh...Wesson? Yes...Yes..I'm so sorry. Do come in."
The man entered, closing the door behind him, not giving her a chance to lock it back. "So, Wess...." Before she could finish her sentence, he dropped his bag, took her into his strong arms, and enclosed his mouth over her own. "Umphh," she mumbled before taking his tongue into her lips. Her body was on fire. She did not expect him to be so rugged, so forceful; Nothing like her husband of lately. His hands wrapped around her lower back. One slipped to her full ass, holding her against his bulging manhood. Her breath caught in her throat. She kissed him back with feverish passion. As the kisses lingered, he pressed her back to the hallway wall. When the kiss was removed, she stared, entranced in his eyes. They glowed with lust.
Forcefully, he flipped her around, pushing her breasts and face to the wall. Her hair was swept aside. Hot breath seared her bare neck. "I have a surprise for you, Cindy17," he hissed. His words and touch inflamed her wet loins. She so needed and wanted this. It seemed a lurid dream. Keeping her pinned to the wall with one hand, he still managed to slip into his bag, and retrieve something. "Close your eyes, Cindy," he commanded. She felt a soft, black cloth being tied over her eyes and around her head.
"Ohh, Blindfolds," I like this already," Cindy purred. Her body was pressed farther into the wall, then her wrists were captured from behind. She felt cold metal, then a click. "Damn, handcuffs too. I'm so turned on," she whispered.
"Stay there," Wesson ordered. He was gone for just a second, back to the front door. He opened it, holding a finger to his lips and winking. A large black man entered, 6 ft, 270 lbs, bald with barbed wire tattoos around each arm. He was about the same age as Weson, with added muscle. The man wore black jeans, white, Converse shoes, and a tight, red t-shirt. He grinned at the blonde wife standing cuffed and blindfolded against the hallway wall. Leaning against the opposite wall, he observed.
"I'm back," Wesson said, running his nose through Cindy's soft hair, inhaling her wonderful scent. His hands trailed up and down her hips, pulling her full ass to his hard crotch. Next he turned her around. He pulled her cuffed, hands down to his crotch. Her fingers grasped at his hardness.
"Shit, you are so big, Wesson," Cindy moaned. She had no idea she was facing a strange, aroused, black man. The man eyed her deep cleavage with lust.
Wesson placed each palm over her heaving breasts, lifting and savoring their weight. The hands shifted over, grasping the dress at each side of the deep 'V'. Wesson jerked, tearing part of the dress, allowing Cindy's bra covered, heavy tits to spill out.
"Oh, shit. That was expensive, Wesson," Cindy protested.
"I don't care," Weston replied, looking down, over her shoulder and into the cleavage. She wore a black, lacy, half-cup bra. A nice amount of her 36 C tits spilled over the top. "I do love those tits," Weston remarked, squeezing each orb, while kissing the nape of her neck. With her hands cuffed, reaching down to grasp his package, Cindy's chest was thrust upwards. The black man massaged his cock over his jeans, and licked his thick lips.
Quickly, Wesson spun her back around, once more pressing her face and chest into the cold wall. His fingers found the rear zipper of her black dress. Slowly, enticingly, he drew it down. It began to fall, slipping over her shoulders to reveal her bare back and the strap of the black, bra. The bra had a wide strap, with two catches at the rear. Her dress fell, catching on the cuffs at her wrists, showing just a peak of her hips and the black, waistband of her panties. With a hard jerk, Wesson ripped the dress from her cuffs and tossed it behind him, to the black man. The man lifted it to his nostrils, inhaling Cindy's sweet perfume.
Cindy's husband had been rough before, but never like this. It was a new sensation, and she liked it. "Oh, Wesson, you make me so hot," she purred.
Both men stared at Cindy's pantie-covered, ass. The black panties had lace at the legs. They were the small, bikini, type. The woman still looked good for her age. Her ass was full and round, but not too large. The bottom, white, cheeks of her butt spilled out from the legs of the panties. Wesson cupped a soft cheek, admiring its texture.
"We're gonna fuck you so hard," Wesson sneered in her ear.
"You and who else, Lover? Your hard, throbbing, cock?" She asked, reaching back to find his cock, and squeezing her hand.
"Yea," he answered, looking over at his friend with an evil smile. Wesson reached up and began unclasping the black bra. "I've seen those wonderful breasts, but have been so eager to touch them," he told her. The snaps came away, and the bra dropped, hanging loose by the straps at her shoulders. Spun around again, Cindy now had her back to the wall. Wesson slipped his fingers into the shoulder straps and drew them slowly down her white, shoulders. The black bra fell loosely to her waist, catching on her wrists behind. With nothing to hold her sweet globes, they fell with a nice little giggle. Her breasts were round and full, like her ass. The areolas were wide and dark. Tiny, pink nipples swelled from the circles of love. Wesson wet his lips, before hefting up a globe to capture a circle with his mouth. Cindy moaned aloud, lifting her chest up to his face. Wesson moaned back; His voice reverberating across her sensitive flesh.
Cindy could feel the dampness soaking her panties below. It had been years since she felt this way. She had been with no one other than her husband. It felt wrong that she did not care. Her mind had already accepted that she needed and deserved it. "Oh, God, Wesson," she moaned again.
The large black man watched. Steve would let him know when it was his time. Yes, there was no real Wesson. His real name was Steve, and the black man was Cole. They had done this once before, to a stupid teacher named Stephanie. Steve found them online, working them like a spider into his web of deception. They were needy, lonely, wives, eager to risk their marriage for something new. What they would get was new alright, and life changing as well. Wesson/Steve, pushed down on Cindy's shoulders, forcing her down to her knees. She heard the sound of a zipper. It almost sounded like two zippers. 'Must have been the effects of the long hallway,' she thought. In fact, Cole was removing his clothes, all the way, compared to Steve just dropping his jeans. A hard cock was pressed to Cindy's face. She could smell the manly musk from the shaft. It was different from her husbands, yet still drew arousal from her flesh. The rod was warm to her face. Wesson ran it back and forth her cheek, even dipping it through her soft hair. Cindy held her mouth wide open, expectantly awaiting its taste. It's size surprised her. Her lips had to stretch wider to take the head inside.
"Oh, yes, Cindy, I have been longing for those lips. Suck me just like you described," Wesson instructed.
The shaft drew away. Cindy opened her mouth again, moving her head to search for the alluding shaft. She soon captured it again. Funny thing was, it seemed even thicker, and larger than before. Even the scent had changed. Cindy thought nothing of it. Her husband appreciated her oral skills. He often praised her talented lips. She wanted to empress her new lover. Her mouth stretched wider, taking the tip in, while rolling her tongue over the swollen cap. Salty pre-cum filled her mouth. She moaned, humming across the shaft. Wesson moaned.
