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 story 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 sex took place with anyone under the age of 18 in this story and all sexual
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 sex pills no pumps; just the natural rigidness that comes from being a man in your early 20s. A completely hormone fueled hardon.
Ryan, my blue-eyed fair-haired Adonis was laser focused on one thing. He planned to beat the shit out of my 52-year-old 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 full-time 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 three-star 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.
34c-24-36 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 sexual 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."
