I don't know what makes women go cock crazy. Some fuck a guy at work or get infatuated with a neighbor. Some women would go to a bar and just find a guy to fuck Maybe just fuck a couple of guys and be done with it. The husband doesn't know and everything is fine. My wife told me her sister Joanie was like that.
I mean pick up a stranger and fuck him. Go home with a cunt full like nothing happened. Joanie liked to go home and fuck her husband afterwards. He liked to tell me she would go dancing on a girls night out and come home hot to fuck. Much like me he had no idea how women can be.
Joanie was one of those babies you have when you think you are long over having babies. Judy was fifteen when Joanie was born. Joanie stays married to her husband. Judy says that her sister has probably fucked a hundred guys. I think Judy got tired if the stories about all the great cock Joanie was getting at those bars and roadside honky tonks. Joanie even told her about a time she crashed a family reunion in a park and fucked about a dozen of the cousins and uncles.
So, I guess if there was a bad influence it would be baby sister Joanie making a mile long string of cock sound good with no regard for marriage. Or, like my first statement: "My wife's a fucking whore!"
Whatever the case, my wife has a black guy fucking her now. Maybe I should say breeding her now. She sure wants to have his black baby. I think the others that fucked her are long forgotten as sex partners since none of them can fill her with twelve inches of black seed spewing cock. I don't think she ever set out to fuck a black guy, let alone want his baby. She just wanted to fuck around on me for some reason and got hooked on having her cunt spread wide open.
My plan is to dump her and leave her with nothing. Not even a home to live in or a car to drive. I don't care if she fucks black guys on a park bench. She just isn't doing it while married to me. Haley really hates her and we get together as often as my wife and her husband. I don't see us as a permanent thing, but she wants it over. She says this isn't high school. That real life shouldn't be like this.
I watched the videos of me fucking Haley and Ernest fucking my Judy. Had they been on film I would have worn them out. I must have watched them a hundred times. More often I'd watch the ones of Judy getting fucked. As much as I had learned to despise her I was fascinated to watch her get fucked with that black cock. After we made four videos Haley had quit turning on the cameras. I had two of me fucking her that I told her I had deleted.
Again, it was the ones of Judy fucking I watched. Most times I would take out my prick and jack off while watching her fuck him. By the time she would be screaming for him to cum in her I would have spilled my load into a tissue.
Then while watching Haley and I one day I could see she really cared for me and was enjoying the fucking I would give her. That's when I realized I was in love with her. Suddenly it hit me ... "I was fucking some other man's wife."
And, I liked it. Maybe I should see how easy it is to fuck a married woman. They all seemed to enjoy a good fuck. I hadn't tried to get one to cheat with me, but I knew several that did by rumor that was probably true.
I told Judy we needed to talk over a few things. We had discussed getting a bigger house. One to make her friends jealous. I told her we should sell our house and live in an apartment for a while. That would give us time to get just the one we want. Our mortgage was paid down twenty years and the value was sky high for the area.
Judy agreed and we listed the house with an agent. I made sure it was a young and pretty one. Judy liked her right from the start. A really good offer came in the first week. The kind I would jump out of my shoes to sign. I played it like I wanted more and made a counter offer that the prospective buyer turned down.
Our agent's name was Emily. Married four years and wanting a house and family. She got her real estate license while her husband worked two jobs. I wanted one young and pretty mainly to piss off Judy. But, as I said, Judy liked her right away. I was stupid enough to think I might have a shot at Emily when I found out that her family are members of the LDS Church. The Mormons, as they are known. So, I picked a girl with highly religious and family values.
I'd been by their church. I didn't know much about them except for a few jokes about unusual underwear. Emily was super nice. Pretty, with blue eyes and blond hair. She gave me a call about the offer and wanted to talk about it.
"What is there to talk about?"
"I talked to your wife and she said talk to you. I think if I can explain the offer you would want to accept it. Can you meet me at my office?"
"It would be easier for me if you came over here. This house is what you are selling after all." I was standing at my front window looking at her picture on the for sale sign cursing the fact I picked a religious chick for an agent.
"Will you wife be there?"
"I wouldn't expect her." I told Emily. Haley had called and said Ernest was running errands. That means he is fucking my wife ... over and over again.
"I wouldn't feel comfortable being alone in your house with you. Not that I mean it in a bad way, but it is not considered decent to be alone with a man. People could talk. My husband could be offended."
"Look, Emily, that's the deal. If you are a big enough girl to sell my house you can certainly come over here and talk to me about it. Otherwise, we can try to get in to your office in the next few days."
"No, I have to respond to the buyer in 24 hours. I'll come over if you won't meet me here."
I'm not real smart about the ladies, but I just got Emily to agree to do something she did not want to do. Maybe I can work a little something into this in my favor.
Less than 15 minutes later Emily rang my door bell. She had an armload of papers. She looked good. I could see her shaking a little when I opened the door and asked her inside.
"Could we just do this on the porch?"
"Do what, Emily? Come inside. I don't bite and I don't expect you to bite either." That got a little laugh as she took a deep breath and came inside.
"Can we sit at the table here in the dining room?"
"It would be more comfortable for me on the couch. If you are trying to get me to take less money for my house you should want me to be comfortable."
We sat on the couch. She showed me some papers and started to explain that we were getting a good price. The young woman had to sit close enough to me to show me the papers. Her shoulder was touching my shoulder and my knee was against hers. She pointed to a figure on the far side of the page. I pretended not to be able to read it as we pressed together.
"Don't take this as an improper move," I said as I raised my arm around her, "but I need to get closer to see."
I first thought she was going to get up and run. Then she sighed a little sigh and settled back against me. I think the commission was adding up in her head. "So, you see if you accept the original offer you are only about five thousand dollars off what you were asking."
"That's a lot of money. What would you do for five thousand dollars, Emily?"
"Gosh, I don't know. I've never in my life had that kind of question to where I was deciding over lot of money like that."
"Well, Emily, let me ask about your commission on the sale of this house. Do you know how much you would make if I accepted this offer? I mean to the exact penny?"
"No, I think that would be wishing for something I might not get."
"Are you working on a regular rookie agent commission where most of the money goes to your broker?"
"Do you realize that if you take the deal you and your wife will net almost a quarter of a million dollars?"
"Do you realize you will get almost twenty thousand for commission for a house less than a week on the market? The price you want me to accept is five thousand less than the asking price? What are your dreams for making use of your share, which is about twenty grand?"
