A literotic sexstories: Wife Stories: Suelyn by tw_holt ,
A model/slut cheats with black men in different cities.
Introduction
His hands, his big, strong, black hands. They slide up my body, holding my breasts while he kisses my neck. His huge, powerful, beautiful black cock is inside me. He stands behind me, slowly driving that perfect cock in and out of my body.
We’re in the shower, steam is everywhere. I’m moaning, cumming, going numb.
I gave my ass to him earlier. He took it, licked it, kissed it, then entered it. TJ drove his black cock as deep as he could inside me. Pass my rectum, into my colon, sliding and sliding further into my body.
I moan again, and flex my impressive glute muscles around his long shaft. I hear him moan in my ear. I love that sound, the sound of a black man moaning with pleasure; pleasure that my body, my ass, provides. It was built for them.
There’ve been so many. So many black men. Lawyers, doctors, athletes, thugs – all have taken me to bed, taken my pussy, taken the object meant for black men, my ass.
Oh yes, I feel him so deep inside me. I place my hand on my toned, flat stomach – I swear I can feel his cock in there, pushing and pushing, up into my intestines. I love it.
The one thing that would make this more perfect, wilder, and more pleasurable, is something I no longer have – a husband. If I were still married, this shower anal, love-making session would be even better.
The one thing I love more than black cock was cheating on my husband with them.
-1- How It Began
I married for money. I married for security. I married a rich, older, white businessman not long after I moved to Los Angeles.
Modeling paid off. I got more jobs, made a bit of money, got in with the right crowd. He couldn’t resist me. I’m tall, long, dark hair, light-brown, Puerto Rican – exotic.
He loved my accent. He loved it when I spoke Spanish while faking an orgasm during sex.
I loved how he bought me clothes, cars, jewelry. I loved how he showed me off to his hot shot friends. I loved his mansion, I loved the pool. I loved his money, but I didn’t love him.
My lust for black men was really quite random. There was no cliché story of a pool-boy, or friendly neighbor, or a drunken night of debauchery. I was bored and wanted real, pleasurable sex.
A wife of one my husband’s partners at the talent agency he ran, an older white woman, was sitting next to me at Lakers game. My husband, Preston, represented several of the players as their agent. No, I didn’t sleep with them, keeping them happy in other ways, while Preston worked to make them richer. It was far different.
The older rich woman next to me cheered for the Lakers. She was drunk. Before she was drinking, she was quiet.
“Look at him,” she whispered.
“Who?”
“Any of them,” she winked at me, referring to the black players. She looked around her, making sure her husband wasn’t around. “Imagine those big donkey dicks on them. Mmm, yummy!”
“Sounds like you know from experience,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“Honey, keep this between us, but I’ve been fucking black men for nearly 20 years,” she told me.
“I see,” I was skeptical of the drunk.
“You don’t believe me? Look, we all know Preston has you on his arm to make himself look good. A sexy, tall Latina or Spaniard or whatever the hell you are, makes him look even better amongst his peers. You could have any man you wanted. Tired of boring sex, take one of them ball players for a ride. You won’t regret it,” she explained.
I watched the rest of the game in silence. I didn’t seduce or try to get one of the black players that night. I didn’t want to risk getting caught by sleeping with my husband’s clients. But I did want to try a black man. I wanted to explore what the drunk woman was telling me.
If I was caught cheating, I’d lose everything. Luckily, my modeling job sent me to various locations away from Los Angeles.
Walking around naked in our backyard, dipping my foot in the pool, I sipped some wine while Preston passed out after five minutes of sex.
The neighbors were asleep. If they saw me, I didn’t care.
I thought about my travel schedule, thinking of where I’d be. New York, Miami, Chicago to name a few. I had a sister in Miami, perhaps she could have fun with me.
“Yes,” I said aloud. I would have a black man in each city. My husband would never know.
I went to bed and pleasured myself right next to his sleeping body. I’d be in New York in two weeks.
-2- New York
The photographer was black. There was a catch. He was sleeping with the other model. I could tell by how they looked at each other, how she smiled at the camera, exposed a little more of her cleavage than normal.
She was Venezuelan. Her name was Dolencia. She insisted I call her Dolly. She also had a very ample backside – one that was even juicier than mine.
The photoshoot ended, we stood there in our thongs, chatting idly. I saw her following the photographer with her eyes, making sure she knew where he was going.
I wanted his black cock in me, but it appears he was already claimed. I saw how he looked back at Dolly, grinning at her.
I played with my left hand, having left my wedding ring in my bag. None of them knew I was married, they never would.
I watched them, follow each other out. I grabbed my phone and snuck after them. They turned right down a hallway, I stayed not far behind.
Peeping around the corner, I saw them kiss, hold hands, trying to keep things secret. I’m assuming photographers sleeping with models was frowned upon at this agency.
They quickly ducked into an empty office. I tip toed down the hall. I stripped out of my thong and top, anticipating my next move. Creeping naked toward the office, I arrived. Luckily, the door was slightly cracked. I peeped in, watching them.
Dolly was on all fours on the desk. He was behind her, his face buried in her ass. I could see the pleasure on her face, how good it must felt to have this man lick her butt, no doubt sticking his tongue inside her. I wanted it. But what I wanted more was the massive black cock the photographer pulled out of his pants when he stepped back to undress. He let it rest on Dolly’s lower back. I made my move.
“Shit!” Dolly exclaimed. I ignored her, moving past her, straight to the photographer.
“What are you doing?” She cried.
“Taking this black cock. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you,” I winked at her. I grabbed his cock with both hands and brought it to my mouth.
“The first step. I’m a cheater now,” I thought. I engulfed his huge cockhead, moaning and swirling my tongue all around it. It was delicious. I felt no guilt, no remorse.
Dolly watched me sucking his big dick in shock from the desk. I never had one so big and juicy before. Preston was nothing compared to this monster.
“Mmmm, yes,” I said. I stood before him, Darius, I think his name was. I wanted him inside me.
I turned around, stuck my butt out for him to take. I looked over my shoulder and told him to fuck me.
I nearly climaxed as soon as his, as the drunk cheater from the basketball game said, donkey dick entered me. He slid it right up against my cervix and slapped my ass several times.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Finally, pleasure I was missing out on. Serves me right marrying for money.
The desk creaked and cracked in the office, he slapped my ass several more times as he fucked my married pussy. Oh how good and bad it felt at the same time. Poor Dolly just watched. I told her I would make it up to her and I did later that night.
I came over and over in the ten minutes Darius took me from behind. He was so big, so filling.
He came inside me. My pussy shook around his shaft, milking his black cock of its cum.
He slid out of me, grabbed his clothes. I told him my hotel room number, and off he went. Dolly was standing there, mouth hanging open from shock, angry at me.
I was smiling, catching my breath, my body tingling. I was going to enjoy this; I was going to enjoy how easy it’d be to cheat on Preston. A black man in all the cities I traveled and worked in. I could really love this lifestyle.
It was only just the beginning.
I sat up on the desk, turning to Dolly. She was glaring at me for stealing her cock. I hopped off the table and lunged at her. She was taken by surprise when I quickly pushed her onto the table.
“What are you doing?” she screamed, trying to kick me. I managed to grab her feet and flip her over to her tummy. I pulled her along the desk, her feet on the floor.
I dove right in. My face went to her ass, and I resumed what Darius started. I slapped and licked and kissed all over her juicy ass.
“Still horny?” I asked.
“Uh huh!” she cried out.
“I told you I’d make it up to you,” I dove back in, cheating on Preston with a woman now, just for the hell of it.
The only slight guilt I felt was robbing her of the black cock. Making it up to her was the right thing to do.
I rubbed her clit with one hand, gripped her big ass cheek with the other, and licked out her asshole with my tongue.
She climaxed within minutes.
I gave her my hotel room number next.
Her, Darius, and I had a threeway that night in my room. It lasted until dawn. Our slick, sweaty bodies, collided with one another, rubbing all over each other on the bed. When he came he filled our mouths with his cum.
Dolly and I ended up in the shower that morning, making out. We were planning that evening. We’d go clubbing with Darius.
******
It was one of the craziest nights of my life. Sucking black cock on the dance floor, fucking black cock in the bathroom, and afterward Dolly and I taking Darius and several of his friends back to my room.
It was an orgy, a gangbang, I was covered in sweat and cum. As each orgasm approached, I thought of my husband; so happy with his trophy, but never being able to please her.
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