1. Wife Stories: Kristen


    Date: 11/29/2017, Categories: Fiction, Bisexual, Black, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cheating, Coercion, Interracial, Group Sex, Wife / MILF, Author: tw_holt, Source: sexstories.com

    This is a fictional story....in more ways than one. If you aren't a fan of cheating wives, then perhaps choose a different category of stories. Introduction My good friend Kelly and I were warming ourselves up for TJ. By “warming ourselves up”, I mean grinding our pussies together until we had a nice, big, mutual orgasm. Speaking of big, TJ will be here soon. We had booked his long, thick beautiful black cock for the night. I’m guessing right about now, down the street, what’s-her-name and her daughter are taking turns riding him. Brandi and Leanna I think? Mmm, so sexy to imagine a mom and daughter working the same dick. Anyway, we all live in the same neighborhood. TJ is really sweet, letting us white ladies schedule time to play with him. And of course by “play with him” I mean fucking his and our brains out, in earth-shattering, bed-breaking, animalistic black cock worship services. After Kelly and I had climaxed, we laughed, held each other, untangled our legs and rested. She asked me a dreaded question. A question she never asked in the year and half-ish that we’ve been friends. It’s a question I feared she’d ask eventually. Kelly rolled over, kissing and sucking on one of my big tits. She kissed up to my neck, winding her fingers into my platinum blonde hair, guiding my face to hers. She smiled softly, then initiated conversation. “Mmm, I can’t wait for TJ to get here,” she said. “I know. I hope that mom and daughter combo don’t wear him out too much,” I chuckled, ...
    hoping she wouldn’t ask the question that I feared most. She was quiet for a little bit, the two of us taking a break, our pussies still wet with anticipation. She rose up on to her elbow. She was going to ask it, I knew it. “Kristen, you were married, right? I don’t think you ever told me about how it ended. I mean you don’t have to, but I’m just curious. I told you about mine ending,” Kelly asked. As if her revelation justified an answer. Which it did not. “Oh, right. Yes I was,” I groaned inwardly. It was the last thing I wanted to talk about – my marriage to Trent ending. I sighed heavily, Kelly picking up on my feelings. She was annoyingly skilled like that. “Sorry,” she said. “We don’t have to,” she lowered her eyes. This was a woman who told me everything. I felt guilt for not opening up to her. I thought quickly, eyes darting to the left. “Black cock,” I said. “Huh?” “Black cock. That was it,” I added. Kelly thought for a second. “Oh. I see, so you cheated on him with a black guy?” “Heh, yep. Sure did,” I gave a naughty smile, abet a little rueful one. “Mmm, love that black dick.” “Really? Wow. Tell me about it,” Kelly asked. “We have time. It’ll keep me horny.” I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to go into it. But she was waiting, looking at me as if to say “go on.” I was horny too. "...Alright, sweetie. Here goes.” -1- “Sex is what it boiled down to,” I started after a brief pause. Sex with Trent was just so boring and lame. I mean, he was a little-dicked, timid white guy. ...
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