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Mom and Daughter's Boyfriend 2
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The next morning Karen was up early. Her husband was still asleep and snoring quietly as she slipped into her thin, lace gown and went downstairs to the kitchen. After making some light breakfast the thirty-four year old brunette stood looking out through the window across the garden. Everything in the house was quiet but her heart was pounding like no tomorrow. Just what had she got herself into? Her own behaviour the previous evening was so shocking and out of character that she could hardly believe it. Seducing her step daughters black boyfriend was one thing but Tony had been a totally different person as well. Karen didn't consider herself naive. She knew she was good looking and she'd had partners before her husband. Yet why did she feel like a teenage girl in heat?
Taking the eighteen year old African boy to bed while her husband waited in the hall felt so wrong now but why did it feel so delicious at the same time? Was she really missing so much in her marriage. She'd felt in control beforehand, even confident but once the lad had taken over it had been all him. Karen enjoyed the feeling of being dominated over by an intense young man. He was well hung too and she remembered with a coy smile the size of his member and the sensation of being filled on taking him. Tony had been so different and seeing how much he had wanted her to sleep with Samba confused and worried her. What kind of man enjoyed his wife sleeping with other men? Not just any man but a potential future son-in-law. Did it make a difference that Louise was pregnant with Samba's child? Did it highlight how much Karen wanted a family and how secretly envious she was of her step-daughter. Just what kind of woman had she become? Despising Louise was one thing but this, well, now she was far worse.
Karen shut her eyes and took a deep, guilty breath. Remembering Samba's touch and his panting breath on her face as he vigorously made love to her. That beautiful black cock. It had been a long time since she had been bedded like that. So wonderfully fucked and satisfied. With a light whimper Karen realised she had been touching herself, her perfect manicured fingers upon her married slit. How was this ever going to work? Suddenly she felt someone behind her and turned, startled to see Samba leaning on the kitchen wall. Clearly he was not in the mood for sleep either and was grinning broadly, eyes roaming over her body and the pretty, night gown. Her first response was embarrassment, that she was dressed provocatively. Then, of course, he had seen her naked just the previous night. This was going to take some getting used too. Karen felt herself returning his look. Here she was, weak at the knees for a teenage, African boy. He was wearing a pair of shorts but stripped from the waist up, chest and abdomen were tight and muscled. The shorts revealed the outline of the long, thick shaft which had so dutifully rutted her the previous night. Karen gave him her back and felt him approach, hands sliding up under her gown and onto her heavy, full breasts. Right away, being touched by another man felt so deliciously wrong.
'I want you again', he said quietly in her ear, swelling quickly against her ass.
'I know', Karen sighed happily. His lips met her neck and she gasped, head back under his touch, trembling as his left hand moved down and under her night dress. Somehow having her family upstairs made it all the more exciting. Finding her wet he began to stroke and rub, enjoying how she let out lump gasps of pleasure as he did so. His cock was now stiff and warm against her outer thigh. She could feel his impatient need as he gently thrust it against her.
'Samba!', came Louise's tired call from upstairs 'Get me a cup of tea'. The moment was broken and the boy withdrew his hand. How she disliked her step-daughter. Karen put her arms around the boys neck and kissed him full on the mouth, their tongues pressed together.
'Later', she beamed.
That day Tony Walsh could hardly concentrate at work. He was almost in a stupor, staring blankly at his computer screen. What had happened to his marriage over the last twenty four hours was unbelievable and was definitely his own doing. Without him, Karen would never have strayed. He was certain of that. She was simply too proud and proper. Now Samba had begun the process of fucking all that away. Already there had been a change in his wife, as if something in her whole demeanour had altered. This was like a dream. That morning she had seemed distant and lost, saying that she planned to take a day off work and head into town with her friend Sharon for some shopping and lunch. Getting out of the house would be good for her as she was undoubtedly thinking about what her infidelity would mean for her marriage and their future together.
After an hour he gave up trying to concentrate and watched a couple of interracial, amateur movies in the privacy of his office. Watching white wives fuck black cock felt so erotic and satisfying. Being a member of a popular cuckold forum he carefully composed a message detailing what had occurred the previous night. There were immediate congratulations from other users. Tony had read such stories with fascination over the years and now here he was with one of his own. He wanted to share, to let others with similar interests know what he'd instigated. Without Karen's knowledge he had secretly taken some photos of her and Samba through the door. Tony was drawn back to the clearer shots of his wife on her back with her legs in the air, Samba looking down on her and thrusting dutifully with his hips. The white husband attached the photos to his message and within two hours had over one thousand views. She was out there now, a slut for all the world to see.
Later that afternoon Sharon and Karen met in their favourite coffee shop in town. They had been close since school and had few secrets from each other. Until now. Yet as her friend chatted eagerly to her about the holiday she and her family had planned later that year Karen's mind was still miles away. Everything seemed so normal but how could it be. Desperate to confide in someone how could she possibly tell Sharon about her affair and the role Tony had played? That rather than feeling guilty like any normal woman, Karen felt positively electric. All she could think of was huge, black cock and Samba's touch in the kitchen that morning. The wonderful evening they had spent together in bed. She wanted him inside her again and the sudden thought made her flush and shift uncomfortably in her seat.
As usual for their shopping trips both women were stylishly but casually dressed. Karen wore tight fitting, designer jeans, loose neck white jumper with her dark hair tied in clips to both sides. She had brown, heeled leather boots on, a jacket and a Gucci handbag.
'Are you alright Hon?', Sharon asked at last, unaware how moist her best friends knickers had just become. 'You don't seem yourself today'. Although Karen ran two hair salons in town Sharon had married a rich accountant and had two young children of her own. It was that last part of her life that she most envied. Family and togetherness.
'It's nothing, just a bit under the weather', Karen replied hesitantly. She had been asking Tony to father her first child for years, yet just last night she had offered the opportunity to Samba. Did she really mean it? They had not used protection and a sudden urge to visit the chemist for a 'morning after' pill became her. What of her friends? Of Louise? Karen bit her lip and drew another concerned look from Sharon.
Part of her wished she had stayed at home, waved Louise off then taken her boyfriend back to her bed for more of the same. As if somehow reading her thoughts her mobile phone buzzed in her pocket with the arrival of a new message. Karen took it out. It was Tony.
'My lovely whore wife' it read. 'How are you feeling today?'. Curling her lip into a smile Karen tapped the keys. He had never referred to her like that but why wasn't she upset?
'Is Louise at home?', she replied quickly and waited until the phone buzzed again.
'Yes. In all day'. Shutting her eyes Karen swore quietly to herself. There was no chance of any meet that morning. Across the table Sharon was still looking puzzled. Shrugging, Karen reassured her again that it was nothing and tried to get a mental grip of herself. If only she had Samba's mobile number. She really was acting like a teenager.
After two hours both women were carrying three shopping bags each. Karen's mood was up one moment and down the next as she struggled with a cocktail of new and exciting emotions. Her husband had sent her a string of text messages. He was enjoying this, revelling in her moral anguish but this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. She needed to show him she was in charge. Both of her body and her own mind.
'Want to try in here?', Sharon asked looking at a large, new store front. The immediate interior was full of baby and toddler clothes, obviously aimed at young mothers. 'I could use a few things'. Karen felt her temperature rise, as if being around the baby clothes was not enough to remind of what she had said last night. 'A black baby. Brown, skin, curly hair!'. The words were still fresh. Fanning herself with a brochure she wondered towards the ladies department, leaving Sharon alone for a time. Then quickly found the underwear section and began wondering what Samba would like. 'This is crazy' she thought. 'I'm cracking up!'.
From a side entrance a man appeared. He was in his 40's with closely cropped hair and a beard. A worn, hardened face with dark, black skin. Karen's eye was drawn to him immediately and she quickly took in the blue overalls and trolley filled with mops, dusters and cans. He was much older than Samba, probably Uncle age but no less of a man. Handsome too. Karen watched him and felt her breathing grow heavy, her fingers tingle. She was virtually alone in the department. Without realising it she smiled and he looked up and returned it. For the briefest second his eyes scanned her body up and down. Karen's mouth went dry. Had he just checked her out? Samba's thick snake glinted in her mind and she found herself wandering if this man was as well equipped. Tony's phone message had been explicit. She was a whore for black dick after all. 'No. Don't even think it Karen!' she said firmly to herself. 'You can't start throwing yourself at every black man you see'. Glancing behind her Sharon was still nowhere to be seen and now Karen's hand was tight on the strap of her handbag, her body throbbing. She'd never felt like this in her life. So turned on and giddy, as if experiencing sexual attraction again for the first time. Now she was staring at him and he seemed confused by it. Understandably. Her life was a million miles from this man's. All she saw was his skin and the confident, leisurely way he held himself.
The janitor, whose name was Max, had been out for a cigarette. In truth he'd not been at the store long. It was a shitty job but it paid the rent and kept his ex-wife happy for the time being. As usual the place was mostly empty and with the manager away he didn't have to rush around like a fool. He'd seen the two women enter together and paid them little attention before going out for a smoke. One of them, a brunette was the better looking and had a well-kept, rich look about her. Now she was alone, looking at a selection of panties and bra's. With a grin Max wondered if she'd mind modelling a few pairs for him. She had dark hair, a crisp, classical face and a trim, shapely figure. Tight jeans always looked good on a woman and Max allowed himself a long stare at her lovely, firm ass. There was something about her, something unusual. If anything she seemed on edge. Then she looked over at him and he caught her eye. She turned back quickly, then looked again. Shifting his hands into his pockets Max felt his throat go dry. It seemed crazy at first but she definitely was checking him out too.
'Just being friendly', he told himself shaking his head. 'Don't get carried away'.
Their eyes met again and the woman pushed back her hair shyly. Max saw something there in her eyes and suddenly felt his big cock twitch into life. He'd never been with a white woman before, even if he'd thought about it a lot. His wife Chantella had always been enough for him. Through thick and thin she'd stood by him. The white shopper started to walk towards him. A really fine lady for sure. Proud and very attractive. Her clothes looked nice too. Max liked big tits and she obviously had a great rack.
'Hello. I wonder if you could help me', she said. Max frowned and nodded. She smelt of expensive perfume. Clean and floral. Perfect lipstick on a perfect, crisp face.
'Yeah, happy to help', he said. The woman went quiet and clutched the strap of her bag.
'Oh this is awkward... ' she muttered. Then, just as she was about to speak the second woman approached and called.
'Karen. You coming Hon?'. The woman's face went blank and she looked away. There was disappointment in her eyes.
'Never mind. Thank you', she said quietly looking both deflated and partially relieved.
'You all right?', Max said but the woman was already hurrying towards her friend.
Karen couldn't take it. She had nearly offered herself to a complete stranger. As the women left the store Sharon looked at her friend with worried expression.
'Are you all right honey?' she repeated. She looked concerned. 'You really don't seem yourself today. What's wrong?'. Karen coughed and looked back towards the store. She needed black cock. Any black cock. The friends got as far way back to their cars before Karen halted.
'Yes ... I've not been feeling well all day. I think I might go over to that pharmacy on Broad street'. Sharon raised her eyebrows and nodded.
'Well ok Hon. If your sure? I've got to pick Simon up from school anyway'.
'Ill call you tomorrow'.
Karen hurried. Her head felt numb and her legs heavy but she couldn't resist it. She thought of her husband, sitting at his desk. Her family and friends, unknowing, unsuspecting. Karen's heart was racing. She'd never felt this way in her life. The store was still mostly empty as she passed the baby section, the odd, lone woman wandering through the isles. Going up the escalator and towards the ladies department Karen looked around. There was no-one. No janitor. She began to walk in no particular direction. The shopping bags felt heavy in her hand and she abandoned them beside a rack of coats. A nagging thought hit her that maybe this was a sign. She should just go now before it was too late.
Then, there he was, standing beside a side door marked 'Staff Only'. Quickly re-checking her makeup in a pocket mirror Karen clutched her handbag close and took a deep breath. The man looked up surprised as he saw her walking towards him purposefully.
'Excuse me. Hello, I'm sorry'. Karen glanced down, unable for the moment to look the man in the eye. She noticed a selection of old, faded tattoos covering his forearms, then a wedding ring on his finger. No doubt he saw hers too. Perhaps she was going to make a fool of herself.
'Help you?', he said with a steady, curious smile.
'I ... I'm sure you can' Karen stammered, her voice trembling. Not nearly as confident as she wanted to sound. It wasn't like she was practised at this.
Checking all was clear Karen stepped forward and pressed her palm firmly against the mans crotch.
His eyes lit up and she heard him exhale loudly. Beneath her hand his shaft felt thick and long, snaking down his trouser leg. Karen traced her fingers through the material under the stem of his cock and beneath his heavy balls.
'Holy shit' he whispered. 'Knew as soon as I saw you'. She squeezed his length, already feeling it harden and respond under her touch. His eyes fell again to the wedding ring. 'Hubby not giving you what you want eh?'. Already his hand was already beneath her coat, clutching her ass and pulling her to him.
'That's right', Karen smiled, 'and I need a closer look at this right now'.
The man paused for a second then led her quickly by the hand, almost wrenching her handbag away in his eagerness. There was a small janitors room in the back, along a long a series of short corridors. As he led her Karen thought again of her husband and her marriage.
'My lucky fucking day', the janitor gasped over and over. Inside the office was dark. He flicked on a light, turned and locked the door behind him.
'I ... I don't make a habit of doing this', Karen said, sliding off her coat but suddenly eager to impose a measure of control.
'I'm sure you don't', grinned Max, already unfastening his overalls. There was a commanding tone to his voice and his eyes freely roamed her up and down. 'You are one hot, fucking woman'. Karen's thrill and expectation was mounting. He came forward and she felt his lips upon her neck and hands on her back.
'Yesss', she gasped weakly under his touch. Impatiently his touch moved down onto her ass then around briefly onto her breasts; groping and feeling.
'You one of those black cock sluts arn't you?' he gasped in her ear.
'It seems so', Karen grinned. 'But I'm very new to it'.
Max stepped back and smiled at the joke, showing his perfect white teeth. He pulled open his overalls and reached inside, dragging his big cock out into the air. The woman's eyes caressed his length, his erection already formed and arching up towards her.
'My, you do have a big willy' she said in her upmarket, stylish tone. Max nodded and put his hands on his hips.
'Better believe it', he said. 'Now get on your knees and start sucking'. Karen obeyed, pleased by the man's domineering tone. Kneeling she placing a small hand around the thick, dark meat that hung in front of her face. 'I see you stuck up white bitches coming in here ... oh yeah'. Kissing the tip gently, Karen looked up and forced her lips down over the top three inches. Her body was still trembling. Deeper she took him, head bobbing as she sucked. This was perfect. Her other hand was pushing down her jeans before she new it and into her panties. Her first touch sent a shudder down her spine. The cotton of her underwear was already moist and warm.
'Damn that's right' Max grinned. 'That's how you suck a dick'. Laughing at the compliment and felt his pulse through her jaw. She felt his hands slide beneath her neck.
'Shit ... oh fuck yeah ... fuck yeah'. Karen pushed at his thighs as he fucked her face, jamming it into the back of her throat and choking her like the slut she was. Flicking her pussy with the finger of her other hand she moaned in delight. Flecks of dribble flung off her chin, splattering the front of her white jumper and marking the knees of her jeans. It didn't matter. She wanted to satisfy this man. With a gasp Max readjusted his feet. It was a long time since he'd been blown like this. The woman called Karen was really going for it, her lipstick wet and slightly smudged, rubbing off on his dick. She was so fucking pretty and her mouth felt warm and wet. Pulling out he slapped his saliva covered cock into his hand and pulled her hair back with the other. Her mouth was already opened and her tongue outstretched.
'Shhitt!' Max grunted as he squirted across her white cheek, redirecting the tip so the rest pumped back onto her tongue and rolled down the back of her wide open mouth. She flinched but took it, until he stepped back breathlessly, balls aching in relief. It'd been a while since he'd unloaded.
'Goodness!' the woman coughed jokingly, raising her hand to her throat politely and swallowing him down.
Tony had just finished with a client at work. His office felt empty and he was desperate to get home and see his wife again. On his desk the phone began to buzz. 'Karen' read the display.
'Honey!' he said. 'I was just thinking of you'.
'Honey?' she said into the phone. There was a slight pause and crackle on the line. The signal was poor. It sounded like she was underground.
'Tony, I just sucked off a complete stranger'. The husband lept forward in his chair and spun around.
'Oh my God!' he gasped, his cock hard. Karen! It looked like Samba had really turned her but how? When? Opening his flies Tony slid himself into his hand and started to wank. His ex-wife Jean, Louise's mother had been a perfect slut but Tony knew just how conservative and different Karen was. He had wanted this but now two men in as many days? Something had awoken in his wife for sure.
'When was this honey?' he gasped. 'Just now?'.
'Yes I just did it'. There was real excitement in his wife's voice bordering on giddiness. She was enjoying telling him. 'He's here!'.
'He's there now?'. Tony could tell his wife was revelling. There was something so different about her. Her attitude and tone. 'Hello ... hello?'.
'Hey there'. It was a man's voice, thick and gravelled. 'Just want you to know I'm going to enjoy fucking your wife'.
'Mmm that's perfect', gasped Tony, his fist pumping his length. 'You take that sweet, married pussy'. Click! The phone had hung up.
Impatiently, and without even a pause Max pulled Karen to her feet, her mobile phone dropping to the floor as he did it. His cock was hard for white pussy and he had heard the Hubby. There was a look on her face like she was on another planet. A squirt of drying come across her cheek and a bashful look in her eyes. With a dash of his arm he wiped everything from the top of his desk and threw her over it, exposing that lovely married ass he'd been admiring earlier. Karen gasped in delight as the older man began dragging down her jeans. She moaned, fingertips against her lips as she felt her knickers being wrenched down around her knees. Squatting down Max buried his face in the woman's perfect ass, finding her cunt against his mouth. He chewed and licked, hearing her squirm in excitement.
'Oh ... oh ... yes ... oh my', she whimpered, warm and wet against his face. Her hole was ready for dick.
'Damn yes!' Max gasped, standing and shuffling in behind her. 'You gonna get it slut!'. Karen spread her feet and felt his rough hand grip her hips and fingers against her cunt.
'Oh god' Karen grimaced, feeling herself stretch and part to take him.
'Mmmm yeah!' came a satisfied gasp. Max drew back and squeezed himself in, working his way up inside the woman. She felt tight and good, wet all around his dick. What a treat this was. Listening to her call her husband had been a bonus. Slowly he drew back and fucked with one, two, three strokes. There, he was at a steady pace. Nice and deep.
'Urrrgh!' she moaned in a desperate groan. 'Oh give it to me'. The warm feel of her ass and legs against him was a powerful, erotic montage.
'Mmm just like that. Keep going' she groaned over her shoulder at the janitor. 'Fuck me'. Karen closed her eyes. Tony had a slut wife, just like previously and didn't it feel good. She could do anything, make anything happen. The power was intense. Rising onto tiptoes, Karen came and felt her body explode with pleasure. When her mindset cleared she was whimpering on each stroke, her mouth hanging open. The man's big black cock ramming up through her uterus with impatient strokes.
'Damn slut', he grunted. 'You loving that black dick'. Karen gripped the desktop and waited for her second orgasm to build. It was coming, growing from deep within her belly. The wet slapping of his cock penetrating her fully was evidence of that.
'Keep going ... keep going'. She came again, lower body tensing and gasping out encouragement to her older lover. Max's pace quickened.
'I'm comin', he gasped and she felt him stiffen inside her, grunting as his come pumped into her body in one, two, three gooey waves.
Karen collected herself, left and picked up the shopping bags she had earlier discarded. In a daze she wandered into the ladies toilet. She felt partly guilty yet there was an overriding sensation of satisfaction. She should have felt shamed but instead what she experienced was more pleasure. Pleasure in being fucked so perfectly. Taking some deep breaths she washed her face and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Just what was happening to her and what was her infidelity going to do to her marriage? What if anyone was to find out. Staggering out she changed the stained white jumper and wrapped it in a carrier bag, changing into the blouse she had bought earlier. The taste of the janitors semen still in her mouth as she headed towards the carpark.
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Posted on : Jun 23, 2024
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