(hie guys. This is an extract from a long story. First time posting here so I hope you enjoy it. Looking forward to your comments. Like and comment. )
Josh starred as his wife of three years wrapped her hand around this strangers neck and locked lips with him as the mans hands caressed her white curvy body. He watched as his strong black hands traced her white figure, pausing only to grab her volaptuos breasts and grab her round phat ass. He was taking his time, unbothered and patient , letting his hands linger on the nipples of this married woman, squeezing her, carresing her, owning her.
Unable to break his gaze, Josh watched as this man carried and laid his wife on the granite counter top. He watched as he parted her legs, opening them up for his own viewing pleasure. Chad was the name of the stranger, if his wife’s moans were to be believed. And Chad definitely knew what he was doing. He started from her laced feet. Kissing them while going up her thigh. He never broke the gaze with Valerie. He kept kissing, going up to her calf, then to her milky white thighs and then right up to her pussy. Pulling the red lace thong from its wedge between Valerie’s pussy lips, he revealed a beautiful soaked bald pink cunt. Her juices were already dripping down her thighs and ass, and like fat on a Thanksgiving turkey, only bettered the feast . Chad looked up into her eyes and then with her pussy as the recipient, kissed her with the passion of an estranged lover. Pushing her legs wider apart he let his longer than average tongue deep inside this pink cunt licking up all the sweet juices in his way, and boy were they sweet. ‘ oh fuck yes Chad!’, she moaned as she felt his tongue lingered on his clit in a circular clockwise rotation and as she felt a finger brush her asshole with the motion of painter . She grabbed his head and drove it deeper into her not wanting to let go. As Chad licked her pussy with the consistency of a Baker, Valerie swore she was in heaven. She began to moan even louder. Much louder than the French opera that played in the background, she could almost feel her soul abandon her body, and her pussy queefed in testament to her joy. ‘don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t st…’ she tried to say, as she felt her body betrayed her. As she lay on that counter top, her body shuddering, her pussy pulsating and as wave after wave of her squirt bathed this black god, she knew this was what she wanted. This was the release her body yearned for. This was her purpose.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l48ptl/the_slut_wife