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Hello all. I hope this finds you in good spirits and heath. This will be(if interest is there) the first in a series detailing the exploits of a middle aged black woman and her journey into becoming a “Hot Wife” that exclusively sleeps with young white studs with the acquiescence and encouragement of her equally middle aged black husband.
Of stories regarding the sharing of one’s spouse with others isnt your thing then this isnt going to be a good fit for you.
As always, constructive criticism is welcomed and if by chance you like it, i’d love to hear that also.
Also, no took place with anyone under the age of 18 in this and all ual
participants are assumed to STD free.
Enjoy!
I couldn’t believe that I was this nervous. Nothing really prepared us for what my husband and I were about to do. He positioned himself behind us with his GoPro stabilized on the tripod.
My young Caucasian lover eyed me hungrily as I lay on my back on my marital bed wearing nothing more than some Louis Vuitton slip on wedgies.
His white cock looked punishingly huge. This was something that neither I nor Eric had anticipated when we decided to film me as I transitioned into being a “hot wife”.
Up until this point, Eric’s had the biggest dick I had ever seen on a man and in person, and he was a solid 8 inches!
But this white boy! Wow! His was at least ten and rock hard. No pills no pumps; just the natural rigidness that comes from being a man in your early 20s. A completely hormone fueled hardon.
Ryan, my blueeyed fairhaired Adonis was laser focused on one thing. He planned to beat the shit out of my 52yearold black pussy.
I’m Lynette Andrews, my husband is Eric Andrews, and just in case it wasn’t clear, we are a black couple who happens to reside in The Ridges section of Las Vegas.
We were each 50% of Andrews & Andrews Freight and Trucking, a company that we started with one truck that we purchased after a huge bonus I had received from my previous employer.
I resigned from my corporate job and hit the road with Eric as we big rigged it all over the lower 48 states.
We had the best routine, drive, eat, shower, fuck, and sleep, repeatedly. The truck and cheap motels were our home.
Well, what happens when two people constantly engage in the “fuck” part of the routine?
Along comes Eric Jr. nicknamed Deuce. So now, one of us had to go onto injured reserve. We decided to settle down in Las Vegas because we always had so much fun there when we drove through Nevada.
Eric Sr kept driving but stopped staying in motels and opted for truck stops as they were less expensive. His frugality led to the purchase of another truck. Then three; and today a fleet of 25 trucks and a huge storage warehouse with 50 truck bays and 15 rail car spots on the back side of the facility.
And a grand total of 85 full time employees.
After graduating from college, Eric Jr decided to become something he referred to as a “passport bro” and moved to the Dominican Republic. I’m fairly certain that this particular destination had nothing to do with the fact that some of the most beautiful women on earth reside in the “D.R” but hey; we fortunately or unfortunately had the funds to support his playboy lifestyle to infinity, so other than us missing our son except on holidays we were ok with his choices.
Getting back to us; myself and Eric. I decided to go back to work fulltime in our business as Eric Sr’s administrative specialist once Deuce became school aged.
In other words, if he wanted to carry on an affair with his secretary, he’d have to carry on that affair with me.
That’s when I realized just how dangerous operating a successful business in a town like Las Vegas could be due to my being on the inside. You had the Vegas Teamsters, who were backed up by the mob(yes, that mob), who kept pressuring us to allow the workers to organize.
The problem was this though, Eric Sr and I didn’t have a problem with having a union. The fact was that the workers themselves didn’t want one due to how well they were already being treated.
We paid some of the highest wages in the industry with less drive times and more time at home than not. Each driver had a corporate credit card that allowed for two meals a day, and uber transportation from the truck to at least a threestar hotel. So, no truck stops at all.
And the same trip rate whether you had a load, had an empty trailer or even if you deadheaded back by plane or bus.
Three times they voted to bring the union in or not and three times the referendum went down in flames.
Suddenly, the tactics changed from organizing to straight up sabotage and intimidation of our drivers.
But to wrap this part of the drama; after a car bomb wired to Eric’s Corvette detonated while he was on the golf course, we realized that when faced with the fight or flight response, sometimes choosing flight is the prudent course of action.
We sold the business for 50 million and the contractual promise that no workers would be “adversely affected” by this sale and if so, then the railroad created New York Dock agreement would kick in as protection for all of our employees; guaranteeing their current salaries for a period of not less than six years.
But as fate would have it, both the mob and the teamsters got their wish as our employees didn’t trust faceless conglomerates whose only goal is profit over people. So shortly after we sold, they organized with the Teamsters.
Ok, I know… none of this has anything to do with why I’m lying on our bed butt assed naked, legs up with my $2000 wedgies dangling off my feet as I eagerly await a “white cock invasion” while my husband Eric Sr is set to record the action as I rebrand myself as a “hot wife”.
So, a little about ourselves, Eric stands 6 ft 4 and probably weighs right at 210 pounds with dark skin. Even into his 50s he still maintains a great physique honed by hours of pickup basketball with guys that he’s twice their age.
He shaves his head and beard to mask any hints of gray. I wouldn’t call him a pretty boy, like a young Shemar Moore or LA Law Blair Underwood. But he’s more on the ruggedly handsome outdoorsy side.
He’s the type of guy that you’d want on your side during a bar brawl while you commiserated for the one on the receiving end of his ire.
And what about me? Well, whom do men and women say that I resemble.
It runs the gamut from former adult film star mid 2000s Janet Jacme to believe it or not, 1990s Janet Jackson to the timeless beauty of Bernadtte Stanis or as she’s more widely known, “Thelma from Goodtimes”. Though a lot of my white male coworkers and underlings seem to think that I look like Lisa Salters of Monday night football fame.
Eric always tells me that I have the same body style as current 2024 porn actress Jasmine Webb.
I googled her and to my surprise, my husband knew me better than I ever would’ve guessed.
34c2436 and 5 ft 6 are our identical measurements.
Well…I could be just “slightly off” with the 24 portion of my measurements but why split hairs right?
He explained that one of the reasons he liked watching Jasmine Webb videos was because she reminded him of myself; howbeit, a younger version of me but nonetheless me not counting the cum shots to the face and the huge cocks up the twat and ass.
So, one rainy Saturday evening in early spring while I sat in the bathtub shaving my cunt and underarms. I could hear the tv going and surmised that hubby was in the bed searching for a good porno for our viewing pleasure as we readied ourselves for a steamy Saturday night fuck session.
I got out of the tub, dried and then moisturized my entire body with warm baby oil. Eric likes to fuck me while wearing heels so I strapped on these red open toed spike numbers with red laced socks that drove him wild with lust anytime I wore them.
“See anything good?” I said as I stood in the threshold that separated the bathroom from the bedroom in all my naked glory with my legs parted and my fists on my hips like I was doing a Wonder Woman pose.
Eric stopped searching and grabbed and squeezed his already hard cock as he took my visage in. God! I loved that man! After nearly three decades of marriage, I could still get his ual motor revved up.
“Uh, yeah I found a good Aryanna Starr video that I think you’ll like.”
“Really? I don’t think that I know who she is.”
Eric clicked on the video, and I then got the shock of my life.
“Oh my God! That’s Dashawn.” I screamed.
“Who?”
“Dashawn from “A Different World”. You don’t remember when she joined the cast in the early 90s?”
“Not really, but she’s all grown up and out of college now. She’s almost as y as you are.” Eric replied diplomatically. He always made me feel as if I was the iest piece of ass this side of the Equator regardless of who else might have been in the room or on the big screen.
“Ok, now shush. I want to hear this.” I said to him.
The premise of the movie was that she(Aryanna) wanted to become a rap video vixen and she was waiting to meet the “producer” whom she’d have to convince to let her onto the video set.
So this white guy whose porn name was Billy Glide drove up in a Maserati; after an introduction she jumped into his ride and off they went to a more private location to discuss her future in the music industry.
Once she was told that she’d need to “play ball” in order to have a shot at getting into a top rap video, she agreed and pulled his cock out of his pants.
She and I both gasped when we saw how massive his cock was.
“I take it that she’d never seen her costar perform before?” Eric asked rhetorically. “Because she’s acting like this is the first time, she’s ever laid eyes on that dick.”
“It’s possible that she hasn’t. They may not even meet each other until five minutes before they are in front of the camera.” I told him.
“Hello, how are you…my name is Eric. It’s a pleasure…by the way, I’ll be jumping your bones in about thirty minutes.”
“Jumping her bones? The 80s called and would like their slang back.”
“Damn baby he is her up!” Eric said excitedly as Billy Glide slammed his stiff white shaft in and out of Aryanna’s smoking hot black pussy as she screamed and cursed as he relentlessly pumped in and out of her like an engine piston.
“She aint acting.” Eric said.
“Yes, she’s way past acting. I’ve made those sounds before. Those are, I’ll kill you if you ever try to take this dick away from me”, sounds.”
Eric dove between my legs and buried his head into my pussy. He liked to “warm me up” with a good orgasm prior to our fuckfest.
Watching this black and white contrast of two naked y bodies engaged in such a beautiful act of love coupled with Eric’s expert tongue action and I wouldn’t have to wait long for my first “nut” of the night.
“Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed as I violently
ejaculated female fluid directly into Eric’s face.
“Oh baby I’m sorry! Are you ok?” I asked as he sat up and rubbed his eyes and hand dried his drenched face.
“Well, now I know what those porn girls feel like when they get the “money shot”.
“Oh, you big baby. Well, lay back and finish the video while I return the favor.”
But it was too late. Glide pulled his cock out of Aryanna’s ass and she sat down on the floor in front of him as he sprayed her face with the aforementioned “money shot”.
“Damn! He was saving that one for a while.” I remarked as the dark skinned Aryanna now looked like someone poured heavy whipping cream all over her face.
“Let switch this around.” Eric said as he typed in BMWW interracial while I sucked on his cock.
This decision on that night marked the turning point in our marriage and even our lives.
The video Eric clicked on was called “Hubby films his wife with Black Man.”
The film started in the middle of the action. Judging by the annoying music playing in the background as well as the somewhat non HD quality of the video, I dated it to the mid 1990s.
What was very clear though, were the participants. A thirty something white woman, very attractive with red hair, nice breasts and long legs, she also wore a y pair of red spiked heels.
Spiked heels that looked very good resting on the shoulders of the bald headed musclebound young black man that was between her long and shapely legs while her “husband” laid beside her and held her hand and kept asking her if she loved him.
I stopped sucking Eric off because hell, I wanted to watch too.
“Does he have a big dick?” I asked as I snuggled up against Eric.
“Can’t tell, he hasn’t pulled it all the way out of her yet. But if I had to guess based on the way she is squirming, I know that she thinks it’s a big one.”
“Her husband is playing with fire by allowing or encouraging this. And based on how he seems to need reassurance each time the young man hits the back of her pussy wall, I think hubby realizes that this fantasy of his to watch his wife take some black cock should’ve remained just a fantasy.”
“That could not have been me.” Eric said. “Hell naw, to the naw naw naw.”
“What couldn’t have been you?”
“Me watching another man fuck you while I lay there like a simp holding your hand while asking you if you love me.”
“Aw baby, you wouldn’t do that for me if I asked you to or wanted you to?” I joked.
“I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked of me. But that? That’s not only a bridge too far, that damn bridge leads off the side of the earth into the abyss.”
Suddenly, the woman on the tv screen lets out an unholy howl that even concerned her doting husband.
“Valarie? Are you ok?” The husband asked his wife as the black stud continued his cock assault on her womb.
“No…no, I’m fine, it’s just that, I’ve never squirted before. It was so intense.” She explained weakly as he wiped her now moist eyes as tears streamed down her face as the young bull smiled proudly at what he had wrought.
“Valerie’s husband might as well go ahead and file for divorce and be prepared to pay her alimony while she takes care of old boy. That marriage is over.” Eric declared.
“Not according to the date of this video.” I replied as I showed him my phone. “I pulled up their Pornhub profile. They have videos into the mid 2000s on there. This was their first time doing it.”
That video finished with the husband, Dan giving his blessing to Aaron to finish off his wife with a nice internal cumshot.
Aaron shot his load into Valerie’s birth canal which caused her to cum forcibly once more while Dan relieved himself with a handjob; the aftermath, he delivered onto his wife’s stomach.
With Dan on one side of her and Aaron now on the other and Val in the middle on her back with her legs gaped open and cum oozing out of her snatch, we got to see just what Aaron was working with in the dick dept.
“Handsome, fit, can lay the pipe and wow does he have a lot of pipe to lay. If he turns out to also be intelligent, Aaron would be the total package.” I noted.
“He probably can’t put two good sentences together.” Eric replied.
To our surprise Dan recovered first and began to “interview” the two lovers. Aaron proved to be a very articulate and thoughtful brother.
“Well I’ll just be damned.” Eric said.
We clicked on a video on their page called “our journey” which was made a decade after the Aaron video where they talked into the camera about how they had no regrets for the lifestyle that they had chosen and that their marriage which was always intact, didn’t disintegrate as many thought it would but got even stronger.
Dan said that people will pass him on the streets and call him a “cuck” but he doesn’t get offended by it. They wouldn’t even know of his videos had it not been for them searching for something very similar.
“He’s got a good point.” Eric said. “And I’ll admit, they do look very happy.”
“They also look like they are still very much in love with each other.” I added. “Oh look! They have a “contact us” email on here and a “message me” link; I wonder if they’re still active on here? You know what? I’m going to send them a message.”
“And just why would you do that?” Eric asked, eager to turn my attention back to his swollen member.
“Just five minutes I promise, and I’ll give you all the pussy you can handle.” I assured him.
“This is a waste of time. These people more than likely have moved on to another chapter of their lives or they may not even be alive anymore.”
“They’re probably our age or a few years older; so they may still be around.” I countered as I elected to follow them onl their Pornhub page and typed the message
“Hello from Vegas”.
“Did you really just tell them where we live? They’re complete strangers.” Eric asked.
“Its not like I gave them our street address and social security numbers. Now hush up. I think they’re responding.”
“If they respond I’ll lick your asshole tonight.”
Please respond! Oh please respond!
“Why hello yourself! We live in Nevada also.”
“Get your tongue ready negro.”
“Well I’ll just be damned again.” Eric replied incredulously. “Cast your phone out to the tv.”
“Ohhhh, so my future little asslicker is getting a bit intrigued, isn’t he?”
“Keep talking smack and you’re going to find something big black and stiff shoved up that smart ass of your and it won’t be my tongue.” He said as he held his cock up as a demonstration.
“Promises… promises.”
“We’ve been admiring your old videos. They are very hot.” I typed into the phone as the words ran across the tv screen.
“🙂
Thank you so much! We still make videos. But they’re only available on our Onlyfans page.”
“You have new videos with Aaron?”
“Aaron and a ton of other men lol. But Aaron is still my personal favorite. Plus he functions as my second husband as well as our video editor.
We live as one small happy family in Reno.”
“Wow that’s soooo hot! My husband and I have toyed with the idea of trying something similar and…”
“What?” Eric shouted.
“Shhhh, they’re going to hear you.”
“Through a messenger app?”
“Hi! This is Dan speaking now and unfortunately I only know of one way to say things and that’s just saying them straight. Are you guys having marital issues? Because bringing someone else into your bed wont fix them.”
“Thanks for saying so. But we have a pretty rock solid marriage. No infidelity, no disrespect, no negatives at all.
We just want to explore our kink side.”
“Well, that is fair. And, hey! Why don’t you join us tomorrow afternoon? We are flying into Vegas for what I call a “hot wife” seminar.”
“Hot wife?”
“Yes. Our lifestyle used to focus on the man by labeling him a “cuckold” that pushed his wife into engaging in these entanglements with other men solely for his pleasure,
but that carries with it such a negative connotation, but replacing “cuck” with “hot wife” not only takes away that negativity, it also gives the woman a sense of power in that this entire thing now becomes about her and what she wants instead.”
“Tomorrow afternoon? We have church tomorrow.” Eric reminded me.
“We will do the early morning service.” I hissed.
“WHY are you whispering? They can’t hear you.” He replied.
“Oh yeah. They can’t can they?”
“If you’re interested. The cost for the seminar will be $100 per person. Lunch and cocktails will be provided in the conference room at the Golden Nugget on Fremont.”
“And this is where the seminars will be held also?”
“That’s correct. And no, we don’t need your credit card info. Feel free to pay at the door.”
“Do you need any personal information on us? Race? Looks? Hobbies? How we vote?”
“We are sure that you’re a lovely couple. Your porn hub bio indicates that you’re a black couple; something that’s sorely lacking in our hot wife community. And we like to fish and golf and don’t give two shits about your political party affiliation.”
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