Housewives Gone Black

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" Did you hear?"

" Hear what darling?"

The two upscale mid fourties ladies were sitting in an upscale kitchen in an upscale house in an upscale neighborhood. The epitome of gentile class and elgance draped every room. The ultimate upper middle class dream.

' Jessica is having an affiar!"

" No!"

The lady in shock was Brigit Helson, a beatuiful buxom blonde with two grown children and an absent cheating husband. But he could afford the lifestyle, so she pretended note to notice.

" its true, why do you think she's smiling all the time"

The two women laughed, Rachel was always sharing the local gossip for the small cul de sac of equally upscale and lonely housewives.

" is it that same african-american gentleman she was seeing before?"

It was no secret that Jessica was fooling around, Brigit had actually seen the dark man enter her home in the early morning and leave shortly before her husband returned home.

" No, its another black guy"

She never liked that word, it frightened her. Brought images of heavily hung gangsters with guns to mind.

Brigit just shook her head.

" Where does she find these men?"

In this neighborhood, the ice cream flavor was always vanilla. The only time you saw a different shade was if it was cleaning your house or fixing your garden.

" From here"
With that, Rachel slipped a card across the table

** Personal Chocolate Delivery, available discretely in your home or else where***

Included was the website adress.

" Where ever did you get this Rachel"

" Brigit my darling, Jessica gave it to me" the two women laughed,

Rachel leaned in cosnpiratorly in this empty home " i'm having coffee this afternoon with a black gentleman"

They laughed again and continued their conversations idly on the days affairs and news.

And when Rachel left, Brigit began to wonder

What harm would there be in a coffee, after all, she wanted something jucy to tell too.


OOC:

Ideally, seeking other lonely housewives in the neighborhood, and of course the black guys they come visit, lol
 
Ooc:

Name: Jordan Moore
Age: 23
Height: 6'3
Weight: 186 lbs
Cock length and width: 11 inches by 2 inches.

Appearence: Jordan is a strong, tightly muscled, and good looking young man. A strong shade of dark brown, Jordan looks like a pro football player. Standing at an impressive height, with an impressive cock to match, he looks like just the sort of man to make a woman squeal. His black hair is buzzed short, with a powerfully set face and jaw.

Bio: Jordan knows that he is working as an escort under a false business, and he knows that someday he'll get a better job. But for the moment, he has bills to pay, and he had always liked sticking it to more mature women. At least they could handle him.

IC:

Walking down the street, Jordan checked the address on the card his boss had given him. "She asked for some coffee with you, we're not sure whether she just wants your company, or if she wants alittle more, so be ready for anything." He remembered being told, he was ready alright. Wearing a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts, Jordan looked like a jogger out on a run. He couldn't help but feel somewhat out of place in this dinkish, white-collar neighborhood.

He looked up and found the house he had been looking for. Walking up, he cleared his throat and knocked on the door. If the husband, or someone other than the woman answered, he was to say he had gotten the wrong house number and walk back down the street. He remembered.
 
Brigit was roused from her reverie as she was lost deep in her book by the knocking on the door.

She wasnb't expecting company and was lounging about in a simple floral white summer dress, which still manged to accentuate her hourglass figure. She looked through the peephole at the door and saw a young man waiting outside.

A young black man at that.

He was completely out of place in this neighborhood, as sad as that sounded and wondered for a moment what he was doing here. Then she remembered when she logged in , Brigit had given her adress in the mailing info. Seems when it came to having coffee they delivered to her fron door.

This made her somewhat uncomfortable at the least, knowing that a club famed for disretion had all this information at their disposal.

But he was such a handsome young man.

It was too late to back out now, she took a deep breath and opened the door. She looked up at the muscular young man towering over her slight 5 foot 4 frame.

She opened the door.

" Hello" she said with her best neighborly voice, " you must be my coffee date, please come in"
 
"Good afternoon Mrs. Helson." he said as she opened the door, in an friendly tone.

"Hello, you must be my coffee date, please come in."

Jordan nodded and walked in, quietly shutting the door behind him. He looked around at the tasteful, expensive house. "You have a lovely home Mrs. Helson." he said, being quite courteous. These ladies could be very fickle, and he didn't want to blow anything for himself. The man removed his shoes before walking off of the welcome mat.

He couldn't help but notice her simple attire, which certainly would be quite easy to remove. Jordan kept his mind off it, if he were to get an erection, she would certainly notice. "Do you need any help with the coffee? Would you like me to do it for you?" he asked, keeping his mind off her figure.
 
Such a polite young man at that, he even took his shoes off. How many times did she have to remind her own husband to do that.?

" Don't be silly young man, I'm the hostess, you're here to enjoy your time, please follow me"

Brigit wandered into her tasteful if sparse parlour staying just slightly ahead. Having to slighlt tug her skirt down as it almost began to ride up over her generous hips.

" And I think its far too warm for a coffee.. what would you think of a cooler drink"

She turned again to the young black man with her alone in her parlour.

" Mr... I'm afraid I didnt catch your name..?"
 
Jordan followed her, keeping a slight eye on her swaying ass as she walked ahead of him.

"And I think its far too warm for a coffee.. what would you think of a cooler drink"

"Sounds right, what did you have in mind? And excuse me for not introducing myself, my name is Jordan Solorzano." he said, making up his last name. He didn't have a need for his real name to be known, being easily traced wasn't something he counted on.

He looked down at her, almost a foot above her. He couldn't get over how attractive she was for her age.
 
Brigit nervously extended her hand to the tall you man

" A pleasure to meet you Jordan" she smiled.

His firm but quick grip was electric. This was all so very naughty. Brigit could see why everyone thought these illicit rendezvous were so exciting now, even if it never went past this friendly drink point. And she certainly had no intent on lettingit go any further.

" Let me go get you a cooler, something to relax us in this heat"

She wandered into the kitchen and came back out with a couple of lemon coolers, with ice tinkling in the glass. Always the perfect hostess.

She walked over to a couch and sat down.

" Please sit, Jordan..and call me Brigit"
 
He smiled and shook her delicate, lady-like hand. "And I you Mrs. Helson." Jordan could sense some excitement on her face, and couldn't help but grin as she turned and walked away, her ass swaying for him again.

"Let me go get you a cooler, something to relax us in this heat."

Jordan looked around for a moment, stretching alittle. She soon came back and handed him a glass of cooler. She sat down on a couch.

"Please sit, Jordan..and call me Brigit"

He smiled and sat down next to her, the whole couch moving alittle with the placement of his weight. "Sounds good Brigit." He took a sip, it was pretty hot out. The bit of vodka and lemon going down his throat felt good. "Have you ever thought of tending bar, Brigit?" he said, complimetary to a T.
 
She smile d openly at the flattery of the young man

" No tending bar for me, but here in the suburbs me and the other neighborhood lady's have found we have a lot of time for alcoholic pursuits"

She half laughed at that, her hand brushing against the young mans thigh then quickly pulling it away.

" So, how long have you been doing this *delivery* service, I find it to be very interesting how one would think of something like this..and how does an average date go"

She hoped she wasnt being to forward, but he seemed pleasent enough
 
Jenna

Jenna Thompson
Age: 34
Looks: 5' 5 120lbs, long blonde hair and bright green eyes.
Her Husband was a local attorney and made enough that she didn't have to work. She usually stayed home most of the day shopping on the internet or working out. She was once a fitness model a few years ago and maintained her figure but no longer competed.

Her Hubby cheated on her and she knew it, but it gave her a break from his limp-dicked advances all day so she didn't mind much.

IC:
I was sitting at my computer shopping for a new club outfit to wear out when myself and a few of the other housewives had a 'girls night out' planned this weekend. Then I got an e-mail popped up. I opened it from Jessica and it was just a link. I clicked on it and it sent me to what looked like an escort service. Bored, and a bit horny, I looked around a bit. Finally my curiousity got the best of me and I made arrangements for a new 'personal trainer' to stop by and go over a new program with me.

I put on my shortest pink booty shorts and matching rhinestoned sports bra, long blonde hair back in a curly ponytail. Then I sat and waited for my doorbell to ring, it was so hard waiting, and I was soooo nervous, but too excited!
 
"No tending bar for me, but here in the suburbs me and the other neighborhood lady's have found we have a lot of time for alcoholic pursuits."

He grinned, "oh, I imagine you would be quite the party animal." He said, the thought of Brigit stripping on a table made him somewhat interested in the situation he was in, and it certainly didn't help when she laid a gentle hand on his thigh.

He blood rushing to his waist and leaned forward alittle, he didn't quite have an erection, it took more than that to get his 11 inches hard. Jordan listened to her question and smiled somewhat.

" So, how long have you been doing this *delivery* service, I find it to be very interesting how one would think of something like this..and how does an average date go?"

"Well I don't really know who thought of it, they kindof keep us in the dark." he shrugged, then heard the last part of her question, then laughed. "Oh an average date?" he looked at her a moment. "Well, usually we start with a drink, or a few depending on the woman." he swirled his glass to allmost demonstrate. "Then it goes to talking, maybe watching Tv, me doing some work around the house for them.." he grinned at the confused look on her face. "Some ads are like the one you saw, the ones about dates, others are for odd jobs around the house, things that need to be done." he nodded. "Thats how they get customers in lower class neighborhoods."

He leaned back, forgetting about the slight bulge in his pants, which was growing alittle as he thought of what usually came next. "Then we'll get to kissing, and sometimes it continues on to the bedroom, sometimes it dosen't." he laughed. "Its just the way things go I guess." he looked over. "Did you want me to describe in detail?" he asked, wondering if he should tell her about the ladies who sometimes brought their friends, or how they would usually wear sexy lingerie under their clothing. In this company, Jordan had seen alot of things.
 
Tony paused a moment as he rang the doorbell. He held a duffel bag of equipment in one hand. Certain things some ladies might need to help working out. Some of it was actually professional, while others he only took out after it got interesting.

When the door opened, he got a pleasent surprise. Some lithe young figure here, already to work out, practically wearing nothing at all. From the looks of her she could teach him a thing or two about exercise.

"Jenna?" he held out his hand, warm, firm. Her touch only brief, seemed electrifying. He hoped she wasn't scared off. Six feet tall, athletic, dark skin, bald. He wore a tank top and sweat pants, and a nice pleasent smile as his eyes ran up and down her body.

"Goodness, not an ounce of fat on you," He could not help but look at her. Every curve in place, every ounce of her skin toned, flawless.

"What in the world do you need me for, you look good enough to eat."
 
"What in the world do you need me for, you look good enough to eat." the large black man before me says as he openly checks me out.

I slowly do a turn, showing off all of my toned sexy body "Well it takes a lot of work to stay in shape, and eating the right things too" I give a sexy little grin.

"Come on in, what was your name?" I step aside just enough to let him pass by and make sure I look down to see what kind of equipment he has under those sweats. "The home gym is right downstairs!"
 
"Downstairs it is," He let her show him the way, making sure his hand never left the small of her back. She did look wonderful, even as she bounced down the stairs in front of him. This girl knew what she was doing.

"Wow," Impressive, some gym's don't have this good equipment. She must know her stuff. He went over to the treadmill, very advanced.

"So, what are you into?" He leaned back against the treadmill. Already he was growing hard in the sweats, an outline showing just for her. All she had to do was look down, and he saw her. Not small peeks, openly staring.

"You want me to train you, or would you rather just be partners for this?"
 
"Well I've done a lot of training before. Usually just at my own pace and all" I stand before him, checking out the huge outline in his sweats. My legs shoulder width apart, hands on my hips with my chest sticking out at him.

"I guess I was looking for a new...prospective" I grin a bit as I walk a few steps closer. "You know, like a different routine, maybe someone else to help motivate me and change up my program a lot!"
 
"Well, I think we can figure out something," He said, watching her body as she moved. All thick fluid movements, her hips swaying with a tease he hadn't seen in a long time. He licked his lips, wetting them, thinking about how wonderful she would taste.

"Let's start with a little stretching, what do you say?"

She had a nice soft mat set down on the floor. He guided her over there, his hands on her, always finding a way to touch her. They never left, caressing an elbow or moving down the surve of her side.

He eased his hand between her thighs, "Spread them apart for me," One hand lingered as he helped move her feet further than shoulder length. Not quite obscenely apart, no not yet, but enough so she could stretch.

"Good, now keep your legs straight, and bend down as far as you can."

He stepped behind her, helping her back ease down. He saw her body, watching the contour as it slid all the way down, her position perfect. In fact, when he pressed into her, his hands sliding down her, he knew his cock was right up against her ass. It jumped, eager at such a touch from her, hard and pressed between them.

"Nice and low, good," He practically purred in her ear. She could bend pretty far, lithe little thing wasn't she. That kind of body he could see as able to bend and spring in many different positions.

"You should feel it, right here," His hands went up the back of her legs, slowly slipping up her calf, into her inner thigh, "That's where you want to stretch it. You just tell me if it's too much now. Don't want to hurt you our first day together."
 
My body was tingling as his touch. I loved the way his hands always lingered on my body. My ass swayed a little side to side as I shift weight from one foot to another. I could feel the bulge in his pants as I rubbed my ass on him.

"Yeah, I feel it there" I say softly as I lean over further yet, hands flat on the floor. My ass lifted up in the air, on my tip toes in my gym shoes. My short little workout shorts riding up and showing the bottoms of my sweet ass cheeks.

"It's OK, I'm really flexible. You're gonna have to try to put a hurt on me" i say with a little giggle then stand back up straight. "So, what's nexy?!"
 
Put a hurt on her? Oh, Tony thought he could do that. Wouldn't be much to break this poor skinny little white girl. He thought she needed it, at least as much as he did, if not more.

"I want you to try this then," He spread his legs, feet wiggling back and forth until they were as far as he dared stretch them. With this unyielding angle his sweatpants nearly burst, cock almost see through.

this is a good stretch, wonderful way to keep you nice and limber. He guided her close to him, letting her hands move down to his inner thigh. There, the muscles were pulled tight.

"It's a very tough stretch, but when you do it right you feel this tense muscle strain right here."

Her fingers moving up her body, only a small caress of his cock. He guided her so just one finger pressed against the head. It jumped in his pants, eager for more.

"Can you feel that?" He said, nearly a whisper she was so close, his eyes heated.

"It's ok," He took his hand away.
 
"Try that stretch?" I ask as I look back at him smiling. I bend over with him and do the same stretch. Then as he takes my hand I stand up a bit more, still half bent over. My ass before him as I touch the muscle he puts my hand on, feeling it jump a bit as I giggle.

"Yeah? this one here?" I ask with a sexy little grin as my hand wraps aroud the thick head of his massive cock, giving it a gentle sqeeze. Not believing that that could be his cock so far down his pant legs, it must be at least a foot long!
 
"Yeah, that's a good one," He jerked his hips, the first touch of her gentle hands finding his cock. It didn't take much to get him nice and ready for her. And from that sweet little giggle and her brazen hands, he thought it wouldn't take much for her either.

"But that's another stretch all together," He whispered in her ears, "It would require you to get down on your knees."

They were so close, he ran his hands down her body, starting at the perfect swell of her breasts, and ending on that nice firm ass of hers. He smiled, giving it one hard slap.
 
I let out a loud shriek as he slaps my ass, jumping forward and nearly falling face first into the work-out mat. My hands on the mat with my ass up in the air, I give it a little wave in front of him first.

"So for this new uhmm workout" I grin as I slide down onto all fours and turn around "on my knees?" I ask as I slide up onto them and look up at my new trainer.
 
Oh, this girl was more than ready. He gave a wonderful sigh as he stepped closer to her. So her face was right in front of his crotch. His hands went down into the elastic of his sweat pants, threatening to push down.

"Uh huh, I even got a new piece of equipment for you to use."

He pulled his pants down, cock coming into view for her. Ten inches long, thick, black, with a bulbous head and thick veins running down the side. It pointed straight out at her, pointing. It was a nice way to say hello.

"I think you know what to do."
 
My big blue eyes wide and bright as his cock springs out right in front of me face. Its so big and thick, at least twice the size as any I've ever seen before. All I can do is stay frozen on my knees in my little workout outfit. Staring at this massive tool before me.

"I think you know what to do" his voice is low and almost instructing as he looks down at me.

I look up into his eyes, then let my soft hand stretch out. Wrapping around his thick black cock, at least half way around it since I can't even put my fingers around the whole thing. Slowly jerking up and down it a few times before I lean in. Licking the big smooth head with my wet tongue. Then licking my way down the shaft and kissing his heavy balls.

"I think I'll like this workout" I giggle with my lips on his shaft, then licking up and sucking lightly on just the big head.
 
He loved the soft giggle she gave, her lips enclosed around his cock. It vibrated through him, making his hips jerk slightly, pushing himself further into her mouth. She looked beautiful, lips stretched out like that. She only had the head inside, but already she looked stuffed.

Some hot horny white housewife, on her knees, sucking a strange black man's cock. This couldn't get any better.

He loved the view of her down there. She rested on her knees, her eyes staring up, wild and curious. Lust ran through her as she sucked on his cock. Her two hands worked the full shaft, trying her best to get him aroused. She didn't need to do much, his cock was hard as steel, rigid, ready to fuck her senseless.

That would be for later though. Now, he wanted to see how much of his thick snake he could fit into that mouth of hers.

"Take it," He urged, pushing into her mouth, already feeling the back of your throat, "Show me how a good little housewife sucks black cock."
 
"Mmmmmfff" I moan on his cock as I suck on it. Its so damn big, I had no idea one could even get this big! I could easily deep throat my Hubby's 5 1/2 inches, but now I've got this monster in my mouth.

"Mmmmhhhhmmmm" I moan and nod my blonde head on his cock as he tells me to suck his black cock. My hips slowly move side to side, visible to him as he faces the wall length mirror, as I suck him off.

Holding the massive cock in both of my hands, I suck hard off the end, making a loud suction pop echoe through the room.

"I've never had a black one before!" I give a sexy little giggle, then open wide and suck him back into my mouth as deep as I can without choking on it.
 
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