Hello All! And thank you for checking out my "part 2" of the life and times of Hot Black Wife Lynette Andrews and her loving and supportive husband Eric Andrews SR.
A few disclosures to get out of the way.
No sex takes place with anyone under the age of 18 and all sexual participants are assumed to be disease free for the telling of this story.
This story has a black husband who is on board with his black wife having sex with men of other races. If this bothers you then you probably aren't going to like this story so please, i respectfully ask that you scroll on by it.
If you do happen to read it, I both appreciate and encourage feedback both negative and positive. However, if your complaint is that no black man would allow his wife to do this or that, then once again i respectfully submit that its duly noted and there's no need to add it.
This story will dive a bit deeper into the Andrews family life when the camera isn't on as well as sex, sex and more sex when it is rolling.
Happy reading!
The Hot wife chronicles pt 2
If you've followed us for any length of time over the last few months then you have been witness to my transition from housewife to Hot Wife under the auspices and with the encouragement of my loving husband of nearly three decades, Eric Andrews.
If you haven't been following, then allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lynette Andrews and according to popular opinion I am the twin sister of sports reporter Lisa Salters.
And somehow, Lalia Ali, Angela Bassett, Ashanti, Janet Jackson AND porn actresses Janet Jacme and Desiree West no less, and the body of adult film star Jasmine Webb to boot.
The irony being that NONE of these ladies at all resemble each other but, according to the avg red bloodied American male, I somehow am easily mistaken for each one. Go figure right?
My 52 year old pussy had been through quite the wringer over the last 6 months starting with the first outside lover I took.
Ryan Rivette; my son's 24 year old handsome best friend. Also, he is a Caucasian Olympic level swimmer with a long and meaty cock.
Ryan had fucked me so thoroughly and in front of my husband so confidently that we decided to see if there was interest in "porn space" and opted to edit and upload the video that Eric had shot of us onto a free porn site to see if we were capable of creating enough of a buzz to where we could entice fans to a paid site.
We quickly realized the goldmine we had on their hands as our "Maxine XXX, The Escapades of a Black Hot wife" nearly crashed on Only fans within the first 24 hours of creation.
Eric, whom in the beginning, was against the notion of his wife of over two decades having sex with other men, fully embraced the idea after we attended a seminar on how to become a "Hot Wife" and the benefits for the husband who gives his blessing toward such an endeavor.
Valerie and Dan Martin, the Caucasian couple and the original Hot Wife team alongside Valerie's African American man toy Aaron, had welcomed us at the event to hear them speak of their time in the lifestyle and to explain how the experience had served to bring them even closer together.
We left the seminar with a once reluctant Eric now eager to give it a go.
To keep our anonymity intact, we donned Mardi Gras masks when we performed on camera and slightly altered our voices. Unless you were one of the blessed few to have ever saw me in the nude in person, you'd have no idea that the woman you were watching get her pussy cream pied or a face full of jizz, courtesy of some young white well-endowed stud, was the same church going philanthropic pillar of the community.
Lynette and Eric Andrews...we were the power couple by day but Hot wife and approving "Cuck" husband by night.
Chapter 1: The "Quid Pro Cum".
"Max XXX", sat at the kitchen table after a hard and long day's work and let out an exasperated sigh. Once I heard it, I excused myself from my housewife duties to ascertain what may have been amiss with my husband.
"What's the matter baby?" I asked tenderly as I stood behind him and massaged his shoulders. "Bad day at the office?"
"The worst of my career my love." He explained as he reached across his chest and touched my hand. "Just fuck it! Fuck the world!"
"Whatever it is my dear, it's nothing that this hot black pussy won't fix." I said to him as I opened my house coat and revealed that I wore nothing underneath.
Max barely glanced my way. "If only that hot black pussy of yours could find me steady employment."
"What are you talking about? Did you lose your job?" I asked with concern.
"I didn't "lose" it. It's being taken from me and given to someone else."
"What? Please explain."
"My fucking boss...! That son of a bitch. His fuckup of a son just got booted out of UC Berkley and now he's forcing him into the workforce, but it will be at my expense that this happens.
Let me rephrase that...it'll be at OUR expense."
"But Max, you're the best Loss Prevention agent in the state. Surely that must count for something?"
"Not when it means having to financially support one's deadbeat of a son when you can put him to work instead.
And would you like to know what really stings in all of this Maxine? The entitled little bastard is coming over here tonight so that I can train him.
I literally have to train the asshole who is going to replace me."
I placed my closed fist under my chin as if in deep thought. A few moments later, I was convinced that I had the solution.
"You can't train him if you're not here. Go out and have a few beers at a sports bar and watch the game. Hell go to the strip club and look at some tits and asses.
But you can't be here when he gets here."
"But Maxine...I can't just dodge the guy..."
"You won't have to. Not after tonight."
Max eyed me suspiciously. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm not going to poison him or anything like that. So don't worry. Momma will handle it. And when you get home later, we can celebrate with you inside of this hot black pussy."
"My favorite place to be."
"Now shoo. I have work to do."
After Max had "left" home, I put my plan into motion. I kicked off the house shoes and discarded the house coat for a silk black kimono robe that barely covered my hips and slipped into some black leather wedge flip flops and took a hair pick and combed out the salt and pepper afro that I had grown out over the last few months.
The cherry red toenail polish that I wore complemented my dark skin complexion to perfection. The personal trainer and dietician that I had hired had transformed my physique into fighting shape.
Outside of the gray streaks in my hair and the stretch marks which I wore proudly and the c-section scar that I had after giving birth, I... Maxine XXX could easily be mistaken for a woman in my early 30s.
I admired myself in the mirror as I awaited the fateful knock on the door which finally came.
"Come in." I said in my cheeriest and most inviting voice.
"Uh hello." The handsome young Caucasian male said after he walked in. "I'm supposed to meet Max here?"
"Mr. XXX, went out to run an errand. He'll be back shortly. In the meantime, have a seat and make yourself comfortable. May I get you anything? Water, soda, Vodka or Scotch?"
"How about a scotch and soda?"
I looked admiringly upon the lad. He appeared to be around 22. Dark hair and tanned. He looked like he spent an excessive amount of time at the gym, the beach and poolside.
His chameleon-like eyes were piercing. His smile was infectious. In any other setting he'd be very likeable.
But not in this one....
"Are you even old enough to drink alcohol?"
"I'm 23 ma'am."
Ma'am... Damn that word "Ma'am" straight to Hell! That word was my kryptonite. For when the right person called me by that word, my body would convulse into full on orgasmic meltdown.
Like it was currently doing...
I got to a point to where I could control it...somewhat. If I was ready for it, I could at least regulate my body's response to it.
But at the end of the day, an orgasm was still an orgasm...