Curiosity ( 2 )


Cheating, First-Time, Group-Sex, Interracial, Wife
Abigail ( Abby ) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a true southerly belle in every sense ; including her cushy southern drawl. She had prospicient blond wavy hair and electrifying racy eyes set against a clear milky white complexion. Her full pale pink lips invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest way that accented her slender five-foot-seven material body. She turned head word everywhere she went.

In high school, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn't because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no unwavering young man but was always voted Home approaching fagot every yr. Some boy actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home Coming King just for the accolade of escorting her to the dance that followed the household Coming football game plot. Her four long time in college pretty much followed the like pattern. She was always the Belle of the testis. She eventually met and married a man of similar good looks. He had the confidence it took to be with someone as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for twenty years. He wasn't as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the Police Lieutenant in charge of the Memphis vice Squad. They have beautiful similitude daughters ( Nicole and Natalie ) who are in their fresher class at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to dress like a fashion modelling. liveliness could n't be better. That 's why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her happy category. She does n't even understand why she feels compelled to follow through on her plan. It's just something she has been curious about her whole living and thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep South Abby had heard tales about what enceinte buff'black men were in the bedchamber. She wanted to know if all black men really had with child pecker that stayed hard for 60 minutes. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a shameful man. imagination of a black man humping between her creamy whiten thighs filled her head most nights when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her farsighted white legs wrapped around his really nighttime waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southerly pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urges to fuck a Negroid man, but never the lupus erythematosus the thoughts were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the expression that once you go Negro, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The story goes that while southern men were away from the Plantations fighting the war, their char turned to inkiness slave for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with smutty slave was so raw and satisfying it was severe for them to hold it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their husband's back. This often resulted in a burning mark and a lynching of the offending calamitous man. No one ever admitted that it was the Patrick Victor Martindale White fair sex who welcomed the Black person hammer into their sleeping accommodation. Indeed, no white southern gentleman would ever allow in that his womanhood preferred black cock more than than his own cock.

It 's ten o'clock on a Friday nighttime, and Memphis night life was coming alive. Abby 's hubby is working the 10 PM to 6 AM teddy, and she is supposedly enjoying a night out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen attire with a scooped neckline and brown high heel shoes. Her apparel is accented by a string of white cultured Confederacy Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The drop are nestled on top of her 36C white meat. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the deluxe Elizabeth Palmer Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She's not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in eastward Memphis searching for Club de l'amour ; an exclusive black nightclub that catered to wealthy shameful professional person and bleak executive. She had heard her husband speak of the social club quite often. It was one of those post that the law had to handle with circumspection because of the well-connected clientele ; Captains of industriousness so to speak. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the lodge. They wheeled enough top executive with the inkiness mayor to see to it they were not embarrassed by Police raid as they enjoyed their relaxation method at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a white woman to be seen in the caller of a Shirley Temple Black man. It was rank suicide for a ovalbumin fair sex to flirt with the thoughts of having sex with a inglorious man. But multiplication have changed in the Dixieland and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l'amour, Abby fully intended to obtain out if it was true about the lovemaking skills of the black man. She was already wet with prevision when she pulled into the circle campaign of Club de l'intimacy and waited for the young gentleman's gentleman to open her car door. When she swung her branch around to snuff it the vehicle the man was treated to a brief glimpse of her lacey white panties and a trenchant camel toe. The gentleman's gentleman handed her a claim tick and quickly reel away with her vehicle. She added a dab of tap lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the meth room access one finish clip before entering the golf club. A little, thick sinister man in a black tie met her at the room access and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone 's optic on her as she gave the bartender her potable order. She was the only white person in the Club. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender body from head to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, handsome Negroid man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Johnson ; the owner of Club de l'amour. He wanted to receive her to his nightclub and invited her to unite him at his common soldier booth just off the dance base. He was casually dressed in a White Marco Polo shirt and sinister linen slacks. He was very well-bred and spoke with a deep bass vox. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her epithet was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender shape and medium brownish complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington D.C.. They chatted quietly in his individual booth for about 30 arcminute and nursed their drink. She was filled with upheaval and wondered what she should do to let him know she wanted Thomas More than just a drink and fooling conversation. Abby found herself wishing she had settled on the same incline of the booth as Tyrell. At to the lowest degree she would've been capable to accidentally drop her deal in his lap and check out his cock. She toyed with the idea of excusing herself to go to the ladies'room and then settle next to Tyrell upon her getting even. She was being treated like royal house by the lodge's staff.

The Joseph Black man in the tuxedo approached the booth and handed Tyrell a banknote. He read it, smiled at Abby and then stuffed the note of hand in his pocket. After the second boozing, Abby had a tenuous buzz. She still wanted to come up a way to get closer to Tyrell and pop finding out some of the result to her curiosities. Tyrell took her hand and guided her to the dancing floor. The band was playing a slow romantic Song dynasty from the ‘ 60s, and he held her last as they swayed to the calendar method of birth control. This offered her the sodding opportunity to get some of the result. Several times she felt his semi-hard rooster press against her second joint. She pretended not to observe, but her panties became very moist. Tyrell knew she was aware because he could feel her hard pap against his chest. Her breathing picked up considerably as vision of a very long hard black turncock flooded her mind."How can I get him alone to myself and feel that hard teras in my drooling pussy,"she thinks to herself.

When they returned to the booth, Tyrell slid into the stall future to her. She began to wonder if he had read her mind or had she unknowingly said something out loud. His sweet-smelling Koln caused her philia to race. He ordered another round of drinks then put his arm around her and pulled her close enough she felt his spirit thrashing. He leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe. She let out a low suspiration and a giggle. Tyrell put the palm of his handwriting on her human face and tenderly drew her close. Right before their rim touched, she inhaled his masculine scent. Every synapse in her brain lit up sending a jolt of electricity through her trunk as she felt his lips cover hers.

It was finally happening. She is on the sceptre of living a fantasy that had plagued her sex animation for as far back as she could remember. Their lips moved over each early and then her glossa pushed its way into his mouth. His tongue met hers and agilely danced around it. For some unknown reasonableness the"Whites Only"sign from her childhood that that always appeared above public H2O outpouring flashed through judgment. White use to recoil at the thoughts of drink at the Same fount as total darkness back then. Now here she is practically crawling inside a Black person man's mouth. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. He placed her right hand on his tough rooster and encouraged her to squeeze it. She felt her pussy floodlight when she thought how wonderful his sinister shaft would feel between her ramification. She ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft and thought to herself that it was no myth. Tyrell definitely had a huge rooster. It was everything she had hoped it would be. When Tyrell suggested they go on a higher floor to his private quarters, she did n't hesitate.

They entered a vast bedroom that had a big buck private connecting bath. There was an oversized circular bed with satin mainsheet in the middle of the room. All four walls had flooring to cap mirrors. There was even a mirror on the roof. Abby immediately unbuckled Tyrell's belt and pulled his trousers and Boxer shorts down below his genu. She wanted to see for herself just how big his cock really was. His putz pointed directly at her analog to the storey. She took it in her workforce and examined it. She estimated it to be at least nine or ten in long. He was uncircumcised, and she felt a bang as she moved the prepuce back to let out the head of his cock. She traced the veins and muscle with her index finger finger's breadth. She felt his warmheartedness throbbing in his cock. He pulled her to her feet and they gazed into each other 's eyes as she continued to stroke his prick and he proceeded to unbutton the presence of her dress.

As her wearing apparel fell away to the floor, she slipped off her mellow heel shoes and kicked them away. Tyrell leaned forward and kissed her creamy blank breast just above the lacy White River bra. The contrast between the white skin of her breast against the wickedness skin of his font thrilled her. She felt a lovesome wave move through her as her panty filled with more moisture. She was aegir to have his turncock in her, but Tyrell took his time unveiling the hoarded wealth he had before him. Her eagerness to be with him excited him. He had never been with any woman that had exhibited this level of sexual desire for him. She was one of the most beautiful womanhood he had ever seen, and he wanted to take his clock time and taste the moment. He carefully removed her bra and took her pale pink teat in his mouth. As he sucked it and rolled it in his mouth, she experienced her first orgasm. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into her breast just to exert her balance.

He quickly discarded his polo shirt and T-shirt then laid her back on the bed. He pushed her legs extensive, kissed each inner thigh and then nuzzled her step-in covered clit with his nose. She let out a soft moan and lifted her butt off the bed so he could err her panties off. Tyrell held them to his nozzle and sniffed her feminine aroma. He was pleasantly proud of to find she was a true blond. Her pussy was covered with thin silky blonde pubic hair. He blew his hot breath on her vagina and watched her clitoris slowly emerge from its thug. He sucked her clit into his mouth and vigorously swabbed it with his tongue. She had her endorse coming. She pulled his face up to hers and tasted her juice on his lips. She grasped his peter and pleaded with him to put it in her. She was ready to feel a hard-black cock in her creamy white pussy.

Tyrell rubbed the head of his peter over her clit several times before slowly easing it into her sopping wet duct. As he pushed it in, he could feel the muscles in her vagina gripping his hammer and sucking it deeper into her warmth. She looked in the mirror to her right and admired the view of his chocolate skin colour against her milk-white skin. It was like a ambition, she thought to herself. I 'm having sex with a black man, and I do n't manage that people say it 's wrong. I love the fact that it is verboten and I love the feel of his big black cock inside me.

Abby loved having sex with her get-go black man. `` Yes, that 's it, baby keep going like that, '' she softly pleaded. She wrapped her foresighted white-hot ramification and weapon around his grim eubstance, crushing her whitish albumen teat against his dark chest.

'' Tyrell, kiss me please, kiss your white slut as you make have intercourse to her. ``

Tyrell leaned down farther catching her lips with his own, they were now both gyrating their hip into each other as they kissed. The room reeked of their sex, and the subdued strait of sweaty bodies slapping away could be heard echoing off the rampart. Abby's juices were now flowing out of her puss, soaking the bed with every movement they made. Both were far away in their own shared humans, not caring about anything that happened outside of it or anyone that would estimate their relationship ; a southerly Edward Douglas White Jr. woman and a southern black buff connected physically and mentally, making get it on together.

Her Andrew D. White legs were wrapped around his black hips as she buried her blackguard into his second joint and pulled him thick and deeper. When he finally touched behind, he still had a couple inches unused. He slowly withdrew his cock dragging it across her clit. The champion was maddening, and she could find another climax boiling up. Tyrell irksome fucked her like that for about twenty moment ; during which sentence she had no LE than four magnificent sexual climax. When Tyrell felt his sexual climax coming on, he began to recreate the pace of his strokes. She felt his balls slapping against her ass, and it seems like the head of his dick was bouncing off her uterine cervix. When he exploded in her, she had another orgasm that caused her to slash and expire out.

She didn't roll in the hay how hanker she was out, but when she regained consciousness a bit later, Tyrell was fully clothed and standing there with a short-circuit bare black man in his early on to fifties. His cock was at least as monumental as Tyrell 's. Tyrell introduced him as Chester ; a CEO at a major pot in the area. Before she could voice any concern, Chester was on her and in her with yearn slow throw. Within minutes she was enjoying her kickoff orgasm with Chester. He fucked her for about ten minutes before the early polarity of his own orgasm. The closer he got to his orgasm the faster he pumped his cock into her. When she felt the number one blast of his hot seed explode in her, she began to tremble and shake with the most grand sentience. She felt like she was ineffective to grab her next breath. She tingled all over, and it was like floating through a misty fog.

Her mind was muddled, and she could just barely understand what Tyrell is saying as he introduced Reginald, a outstanding local litigation attorney. Before she realized it, she had allowed herself to be flipped on her belly, so she was face down on the bed. Reginald pushed his goliath black turncock into her twat with prospicient lazy thrusts, and she could n't aid it, but she started to meet each poke with one of her own. His trend were so appease and slacken as he kissed the back of her neck and berm. He just held her tight against his consistence, wrapping his branch around her. She had several small orgasms back to back. He kept a steady poking through her multiple orgasms and was sliding trench and then pulling the tip of his putz out to the hatchway of her vagina and then back all the way inside. Sometimes he just held her while his cock filled her silken enclosed space. It was what she had wanted. She was completely filled with black shaft. Every nerve in the rampart of her vagina was being stimulated. Her puss was so sore but it was still the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced. She was more relaxed and sexually sated than she had ever been in her whole life.

And then…without warning, he took his ovolo and pressed it into her motherfucker. She could NOT control herself anymore. He was pounding into her, and she was meeting him, pushing against him with her implements of war and typeface pressed down on the satin rag. She was screaming. His big turncock trauma, but it also felt sooooo undecomposed. The thumb in her ass was sending shudder throughout exhausted body. They were both sweating profusely. Her fuzz was wet and sticking to the side of her face. She could hear his cock sloshing into her wet kitty-cat. They were loudly slapping together. He was asking if she liked the spirit of his big Negro cock slamming into her. She started to breathe faster and panting like a hungry dog. Her pussy opened wider every time he pushed into her.

She screamed,"Oh my god, I love your big blackamoor pecker in me."

He asked if she wanted him to stop or keep going.

She squealed,"Oh god…yes…keep going."

And she started to shout out and cry and labor against him. She was wiggling her hips ; grinding into him, crashing into him with her slender white consistence. He was just about lifting her in the air each time he slammed into her kitty. They both came at the Sami sentence in wave after moving ridge after waving. Over and over her pussy was squeezing his prick so hard. Her pussy was raw. She was sure it would never be the same again. It felt like a raw capable wounding, sucking and pulling him inside, drinking his cum. Her entirely insides seem to be opening up. She collapsed into the mattress. She felt like she was still falling when Reginald collapsed beside her.

She whispered,"You have to stop it ! I won't be able to walk."

He laughed and kissed her behind the ear. They were both laughing. They were tangled together and tried to disentangle themselves. Their bodies were slippery with sweat. His chest was wet, and when he rolled her over and laid his hand on her stomach, she was soaking wet. And he pressed his rim to hers while they kissed. They just molded together. He slid his paw right down along her abdomen lubricated from her sweat and began to press his finger into her pussy one last time.

She moaned,"Ahhhh ... No, no you can't it's too raw and sensitive."

He held her mingy and gently tickled the lips of her raw pussy with his fingertips, and they fell asleep in a tangled heap. Just like that, she was out of it and totally live up to. When she woke up sometime later, Reginald was gone, and Tyrell was sitting in a floral wing-back chair watching her sleep.

'' You need to learn a quick shower and then get dressed, babe. It 's 4 AM, and your hubby gets off study at six o'clock. I am to a greater extent than sure you want to stick him home. ``

Abby bolted just in the bed. Her expression went from anxiety to indignity to panic to bewildering to puzzling ; all in a matter of seconds.

"Wait a minute…I never told you who I was. How in the Hades do you bang who my husband is and how do you know he gets off work at six o'clock ?"

"Abby my dear, as soon as you parked in the ball club's driveway my stave went to work identifying who you were and every other of the essence fact about your life. We do that with everyone who comes here for the first clock time. A simple-minded substantiation of the vehicle registration in your glove box told us all we needed to know. In your case, it was loose to get a background. You are married to the constabulary lieutenant in charge of the vice Squad. ``

Abby was dumbfounded by his remarks. Then it dawned on her. The note the ostiary had slipped to him while they were having drunkenness. She thought she would anonymously drop into the club and satisfying her curiosity about how it would feel to roll in the hay a black man and then be on her way with no one the wiser. She was wrong.

"What are you going to do with that information ?"

The affright in her representative told him that he owned her. She would concord to any demand he made of her.

"After you shower and get dressed, meet me downstairs for a cup of coffee."

Tyrell strolled nonchalantly out of the room, and a very worried Abby Fontaine hurriedly took her shower and then joined Tyrell downstairs in his private stall. There was a steaming hot cup of coffee waiting for her. She nervously took a sip while waiting to find out just how much problem her curiosity has gotten her into.

"Well…was it as ripe as you had imagined it would be ?"He asked with a smile.

"What the sin are you talking about ?"

"Sweetheart…don't fun dumb with me. You are just one of a dozen clean women who come to my club every class to find out what it's like to be fucked by a big black hammer. I am beginning to call back it is every White River woman's fantasy to birth a big smutty cock shoved in every porta on their body."

Abby didn't say anything. She couldn't even look him in the heart. She blushed, toyed with her coffee cup and fidgeted in her seat.

"You liked it…didn't you ?"Tyrell asked.

Abby did n't reply. She kept her fountainhead down, and she did n't dare take on his gaze.

"Even though you are frightened to death right now I bet you are still probably wondering about how soon you can total back here for more black cock…aren't you ?"

Abby blushed again and stared down at the table. Tyrell knew she was rehashing the sexual shiver of last night. She took cursory a sip of her coffee and ignored his comment. She almost jumped out of her skin when Tyrell slammed his hand down on the table and shouted, `` Damn it…you liked it, and you ca n't hold back to come back here for to a greater extent disgraceful dick ! response me right this minute !"

Abby kept her head down. Her spirit raced and her breathing came in short rapid fit. she answered in a low, frightened voice, `` Yes. ``

Tyrell reached across the table and seized her arm. He snarled,"Speak up so I can hear you, Bitch."

She jerked her arm liberate and growled between clenched dentition,"YES I liked it ! And YES, I can't wait to fare back here for more black cock ! Are you SATISFIED now ?"

Tyrell smiled and pushed fifteen hundred dollar sign across the table to her.

"What the hell on earth is this ?"There was a fervidness in her eyes.

"That's your cut from last night. Chester and Reginald each paid a thousand dollars for your all right Edward White pussy. I took five hundred dollar sign for my cut. The repose is yours."

She shoved the money back across the table to Tyrell."Do you think I am some kind of common whore ?"

'' Honey…there is nothing mutual about you. You are ‘ course A'piece of white pussy, and rich sinister men are willing to pay a thousand one dollar bill each just to sample your beautiful white ass. Chester and Reginald both said they would spend an additional five hundred dollars just to eat your blond kitty-cat. ``

He shoved the money back across the table to her. She stared at the money a prospicient time as she drummed her manicured nails on the tabular array. She was cryptic in cerebration. Tyrell could see she was seriously thinking about his proposition.

"You do know my hubby is in charge of the frailty Squad."

Tyrell nodded his head yes.

"What would take place to this place if I told him about your blackmail attempt ?"

"We both know you would never name this to him or anyone else."

She knew then there was no way to win this literary argument and asked,"What would happen if he came in here one night and caught me selling my cunt to blackamoor men ?"

"You don't have to worry about that, my beloved. Our Black mayor is a patronize customer and comes in here several times a week. He has standing Order that no Cop can set ft on these premises without my permission. We are protected…you are protected. However ; you may have to have intercourse the city manager for innocent occasionally, but that's part of doing business in Memphis."

"What about you, Tyrell ? Did you enjoy my fine white kitty ?"She asked.

Tyrell smiled and said, `` The in force damn pussy I have ever had, and I expect to enjoy it many more times in the near future."

Abby smiled and said,"You were pretty good in bed yourself."

She winked at Tyrell, picked up the money and shoved it in her purse. She was halfway to the doorway when she turned and said, `` You make damn sure my hubby never hears a word about this, and we have a deal. ''
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