Does you have a cheating wife? Well, I have a caller who wishes he did. He gave me permission to share his fantasy with you, and add my own little spin on the entire thing. I have to admit that his roleplay really turned me on.
“Honey, I’m home!” he called out.
Standing in the kitchen, it’s the moment I’ve waited for. My loving husband home from work. Walking out dressed only in a white silk robe, the first thing I do is softly kiss his lips.
“Mmm, what was that for?” he asks.
“Because I have a huge surprise for you in the bedroom. I’ve been waiting for hours,” I laugh.
Am I considered a cheating wife is he really wants this?
As I walk him to the bedroom I am almost giddy with excitement. Opening the door, I don’t even have to see his face to know that look. He’s in a state of complete shock. Right there in the middle of our marital bed lays a chocolate GOD. Big Black, and stroking his 11 inch cock.
“Baby, go sit in the corner in that chair. You can stroke, but stay in the chair,” I demand.
Today is about me, not him. I’ve been needing this for so long, and now, I can finally be a cheating wife. Oh yes, and I can get a cream pie by a BBC. I’ve had a black man before, but never like this. Never when my husband was watching. Today I would prove to him that I am all those things my girlfriends say. I am the neighborhood slut. All of the wives hate me because their husbands can’t get enough.
“Yes, Dear,” he mumbled.
Starting at the end of the bed, I crawled up between that well hung Prince. His cock standing magnificent, my mouth was already salivating. A long swipe of my tongue up the thick under belly, and I heard my husband groan loud. Peeking over my shoulder and I stroke my wedding ring hand up and down his cock.
“Baby, I’m going to suck him real good for you,” I giggled.
My hubby only moaned as my lips stretched and moved down my lovers shaft. Each inch disappearing into the quietness of my throat. There is something about a black cock that always turns me into the perfect cheating wife. I can’t help it. My body aches for that salty lust. Each time his cock fully enters my mouth, a trickle of tear coated mascara paints a masterpiece down my face.
My lover yanked me off his cock, saliva dripping from my lips and he tilted my face to look at my husband.
“Yo, tell this bitch to sit on Black Daddy’s cock!” he demanded.
Oh my GOD! My husband shook as he stroked. His hand pumping up and down his weaker white cock, he nodded at my BBC lover.
“Baby, be a good girl and fuck our black daddy,” said my husband.
That was what took me from a BBC addict to a full blown cheating wife. Moving up his body, I hovered my perfect white pussy over the head of his cock. I dripped down the shaft as my lips stretched to engulf 11 inches of pure pleasure. I’ve always heard there is a pleasure zone, and now I know it’s real.
Each pump of his dick into my core, I screamed, cried, and came with a force I had never know. It wasn’t until he was about to cum did my husband finally speak up.
“Can I come over and clean his cock when he cum?” he asked.
There’s more, but this is all you will get for now. Just know this, I am not the only BBC lover in the house.
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