Planet of the Slaves

[angelique127]

The adventures of Isabelle Lynne Anderson

The young, sophisticated busty blonde hot wife is back. A proper southern belle she is a beautiful goddess making men and women both stare at her with desire and lust. Her body is a work of art, legs, butte, breasts, eyes, lips, skin all modeled into feminine perfection. Her clothes are classy and expensive, her manners a bit flirtatious but she always preferred the company of men until she decided to marry her husband Charles Alexander Anderson from old money from Savannah Georgia. He was in in his early thirties and a successful lawyer from his families law firm. He was of average body and height, if not leaning towards the thin side, but healthy and fit. He was deeply in love with his wife and considered himself a very lucky guy. Charles showered her with constant gifts, perhaps feeling a little guilty because he spent so much time at the firm. Nevertheless they took lavish vacations and dined regulary in upscale restaurants and entertained at their home. They belonged to an exclusive country club where Charles played golf and Isabelle socialized with her friends poolside.

Life was good so far...how could it get much better ?

Isabelle was reclining on a lounge chair at the club, soaking up the sun, covered with lotion to protect her delicate skin and sipping a mint julep with her girlfriends when she noticed a big black man walk over to the outside canopied bar and sit on a seat. He wore a tank top that showed off his well divined muscled arms and powerful chest. Even his thighs and calves were thickly muscled, being shown off by his tight shorts. What made this so unusual was that the club had no black men or women members, except for a few service workers.

The ladies noticed his entrance and the gossip started.

" Oh my....there he is ! Can you believe he even has the audacity to show his face around here ? " Karla Anne remarked.

Chasity giggled, " I think it's about time people of color are permitted to join. Besides he is rather good looking ! "

" You would...you have always been a common slut ever since high school bitch. " Karla commented.

" Are you questioning my morals ? " Chasity asked raising her eyebrows.

" Not really ...but at least my name isn't ' Chasity ' "

Isabelle laughed, her eyes still gazing at the black stud at the bar. There was something about him... a strange air of confidence, maybe even dangerous...she had always been slightly afraid of black males. Growing up in the deep south meant you really didn't mingle with the underclass.

" Have you ever been with a black man Chasity ? It wouldn't surprise me if you were. " Karla taunted.

" No I haven't...but I know a friend from college who was and she said he was the best fuck she ever had ! "

Isabelle listened as her friends made small talk about men and their marriages, how that all of the boys wanted to do was play golf and neglect their wives in bed... compete that who could spend the most money on shopping...blah blah blah...nothing but meaningless dribble.

She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like if that black man came over and offered to rub lotion on her skin with his strong rough hands...making her melt and her two friends so jealous...

 

[makofin]

Jamaal

At twenty eight years of age the black former convict was in his prime. He spent the last six years in prison for assault doing nothing but working out with weights. Converting to Islam he found his purpose, founding a small elite of black men who dedicated their lives to dominance. It was the white man that oppressed his religion but he was determined to take control and get payback. This could be done without violence and by taking away what the white man treasured most, his women. They might have the power in theory but deep down inside they were weak. From experience alone what white woman didn't fantasize about being dominated by a powerful black stud. So far alone he had converted fourteen beautiful white wives to his circle of black bulls. Each one had put up hardly any resistance, allowing themselves to be seduced and betraying their vows.

This was the reason he joined the almost completely lilly white country club. It was a playground where the wives were wealthy, spoiled, good looking but also easily manipulated. Within a month most would be eager to please their new black masters while their husbands put up no resistance whatsoever.

Jamaal surveyed to pool after ordering a drink. It was filled with several beauties, most with husbands playing golf, leaving their wives alone. He preferred white married woman only, as did all of the black men in his inner circle. He loved the thrill of conquering a white babe, taking her away from her useless wimp of a husband and introducing her to a better way of life. More about that later.

His eyes found a gorgeous blonde sitting with two other friends, one a redhead the other a brunette. Jamaal found the blonde the most appealing, looking fine in her tiny bikini.

 

[angelique127]

Later that night...

Isabelle must have just drifted off to sleep after making love to her husband. Although their lovemaking was fulfilling enough, she had a feeling that something was lacking. Of course she did not tell her husband about the big muscled black stud who was at the club and had undressed her with his bold dark eyes when she had passed him on her way to the ladies room. She felt naked under his gaze....

The dream was so vivid...Isabelle was on a stage, dressed in a sheer white short baby doll nightie, wearing a matching pair of panties and heels. A huge black man stood behind her holding her arms out to her side.

" How much are you going to bid on this fine piece of white ass...look at her gentlemen ! Just think what you could do with this luscious, blonde wife. " Smirking, he reached around and softly caressed her tits, making her nipples stiffen. She wanted to cover her breasts but knew that she better continue to hold her arms out...biting her lip Isabelle surpressed the urge to moan. The auctioneer went on to describe her assets to the all black gentlemen in the audience. She closed her eyes, hoping her hubby would appear to save her from this humiliation but he was no where in sight.

Finally the auctioneer took her by her long blonde hair and forced her down on a settee'. He ordered to spread her legs and show the black bidders her pussy. Whimpering Isabelle did as she was told...the bids were called out, getting higher as the auctioneer described just how they could use this play thing for their ultimate pleasure. They would probably have no problem teaching this little slut how she could please them...

Isabelle hoped whoever bought her was not repulsive and wondered if she would ever see her dear hubby again...why was he not coming to her rescue ? Looking up she saw the black man from the club. He had purchased her and came to claim his prize. Unable to meet his heated gaze she submissively looked down. Without a word his strong finger caressed her slick pussy through the sheer material of her wet panties. Gasping, she began moving her hips against his finger.

" That's it baby, show everyone how excited you are. Show them that you belong to me. " he instructed, in his deep sexy voice...

" Please...oh no...don't make me..." Isabelle moaned, trying not to look up at the massive bulge that was only inches from her face. Smirking Jamaal grabbed her by her hair and pressed her to his crotch. His stiff cock was hard and visable straining against his underwear.

" I want you to worship my dick...now...please it with your tongue. " he demanded.

Whimpering Isabelle did as she was told, holding his huge rock hard shaft and flickering her tongue back and forth just underneath the sensitive tip of the head of his cock...

The blonde wife woke with a sudden start, aware that her pussy was aching with desire...and her lame husband was snoring beside her...

 

[makofin]

Jamaal was aware of the stolen glances by the female members at the club but he was very patient and did not approach the ladies. The males were all standoffish except for a few polite nods as they passed. No one went out of their way to make him welcome, probably hoping he would simply quit coming. He spent a lot of time in the gym, lifting weights or in the sauna. If their were other men in there when he entered they quickly departed leaving him alone. The lone exception was a man by the name of Charles who remained sitting on the opposite bench with a towel wrapped around his slender waist.

The muscled black man removed his own towel before sitting down. Instantly the white guys eyes widened when he saw Jamaal's huge prick. He quickly adverted his gaze looking somewhat embarrassed.

" Yeah...it's true what they say about most black men being very well hung. " Jamaal smiled, reaching out his hand to shake, " My name is Jamaal, and I am a new member as you probably already know. "

Charles seemed nervous but reached out his hand to shake, even if it was kind of limp. "Charles Anderson, let me welcome you to the club. "

" Pleased to meet you Charles, hey, you are the lucky guy married to the beautiful blonde, correct ? "

" Why yes, my wife is blonde ...and beautiful. But there are several attractive blondes here. "

" I have to agree with you, but your wife, for some reason stands out from the rest, you know what I mean. " Jamaal smiled, staring at the husband. He appeared uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was going. " No offense Charles, I am happy to meet someone here that doesn't leave when I enter. I mean no one wants to spot me on the weight machine or play a round of golf. "

" Perhaps we could get play a few holes sometime. I'll ask around. " Charles offered, doubting anyone else would join them.

" Sounds good but I have to warn you, I'm pretty damn good. "

Charles smiled, his eyes sneaking a quick peek at the black mans package.

" It's alright, you can look at it if you want too. It is impressive, isn't it ? " Jamaal asked, completely looking proud of himself.

The white husband swallowed, seeming guilty and stood up to leave, as if not knowing what to say.

" It was good to meet you Charles, don't forget about the round of golf. "

" I will " he said before heading for the exit.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle was flustered by her erotic dream about the young black stud from the club. in her two years of marriage she had never even thought of another guy, let alone a black man. For some reason she kept thinking about him and this bothered her. She was secure and content with her hubby, they enjoyed a good sex life together. Yes, she was more aggressive than he was, and she enjoyed dressing in sexy lingerie and teasing him without mercy...but Isabelle had trained him, more or less, to do things the way she preferred. Charles was simply wrapped around her little finger, in more ways than one, and was content with it. He found her creative and exciting, willing to share her deepest fantasies...

Once they had a disagreement and went to bed without speaking to each other. Charles woke in the middle of the night to find his beautiful young wife pleasing his dick with her skilled tongue and soft lips. It was the best blowjob of his entire life ! He didn't even last more than two minutes before exploding !

So imagine her surprise when she saw her hubby standing next to the black man, who was lifting weights in the gym. His bulging muscles were straining against the weights, his body so powerful, glistening with sweat...her hubby so pale and slender by contrast. Isabelle could only stare until the black stud glanced up and saw her standing there. He smiled, or was it more of a sneer ? He undressed her with his dark bold eyes, although she was wearing only her bikini and a sheer sarong. Turning beet red she hurried onto the ladies room...

 

[makofin]

like a moth drawn to a flame

Once again Charles and Jamaal sat in the steamy sauna naked, except for the white guy who had a towel wrapped around his waist. Charles had acted as a spotter when Jamaal had lifted the weights, toning his powerful body.

" Hey Charles, what is your wife's name anyway ? " The black stud asked, his eyes closed, his head relaxed and resting on the wall.

" Isabelle "

" Mmmm.... nice. Isabelle, I like the way it rolls off of my tongue. Tell me, how did a guy like you get such a gorgeous wife ? " Jamaal smirked.

Their was a pause before Charles stammered, " I ...I guess I got l... lucky. "

" I think you are the kind of guy who thinking about your wife with another man. Have you ever imagined seeing your beautiful hot wife being dominated by a black man ? "

Charles couldn't meet his eyes, " No. "

Jamaal laughed, " You know you did. Almost every white boy fantasizes that his wife fucks a big black stud. It's just the way it is. "

Charles said nothing, his eyes lowered meekly.

" And we both know that most white woman fantasize about being dominated by a big black stud. Do you know how many white wives I have pleasured with my black cock ? And each and every one of them have cummed on my superior dick, over and over again ! None of them were disappointed. "

The meek white man was still unable to respond. He appeared to want to be anywhere else but here, but remained in place.

" You should allow your wife to be satisfied. And the only thing that is going to make her happy is a big black powerful cock. I promise, afterwards you will thank me. "

Charles winced, rising from the bench, "I better go. "

" Not yet, boy. Sit back down. " Jamaal ordered.

He did as he was told.

" Tomorrow I want you to meet me here and bring a pair of your wife's worn and scented panties. Do you understand ? "

Charles nodded, knowing deep down inside he could not refuse this man's request.

" You just do what you're told boy, and you will have nothing to worry about, do you understand me ? "

" I'll do my best, sir. " Charles promised.

 

[angelique127]

Charles was in bed reading the stock exchange as he usually did before retiring for the night. Isabelle entered the room from the bathroom wearing a sheer black nightgown with matching panties and a pair of heels to accent her shapely legs and butte.

" Hey sugar, do you like my new baby doll nightie ? " Isabelle asked, posing with her hands on her hips.

Charles eyes widened behind his reading glasses when he saw his hot wife in her attire. " Of course...sweetheart. " Charles considered himself the most lucky guy on the planet to have such a lovely wife.

Isabelle sat down next to him and took the paper and tossed it aside. " How about giving me a little attention tonight, sugar. " she whispered seductively, holding her perfect shaped breast and placing it before his mouth. Her husband groaned and wasted no time letting his tongue find her nipple with the intention of making it stiff. He knew from experience that his wife just loved her nipples played with because they were so sensitive.

" Oh baby...that feels so good ! "

Encouraged, hubbies fingers pinched her other nipple while his tongue serviced the other one. During their marriage Isabelle had taught her husband just what she liked. This was only foreplay...Charles knew how to please her with his mouth of course. Before long he pulled her down next to him and began kissing her stomach, paying special attention to her belly button. Isabelle moaned spreading her legs as her husband probed her wet pussy with his extended middle finger.

" I saw you today, darling, in the gym with that big black man who was working out...you know, the guy with the huge muscles. " Closing her eyes, Isabelle forced her husbands face downwards to her aching cunt. Charles was surprised how excited his wife was...he immediately started licking her pink creamy pussy, inhaling her musky fragrance.

Holding him by the hair, she started moving her hot pussy slowly up and down on his face... " Oh baby...that feels so good ! I must confess...today I walked by when you were both in the gym...oh God yes...just like that...and he saw me, I don't think you noticed...but he saw me watching...ohhhhhh my, baby..."

Charles groaned, his mouth doing everything it could to desperately please his hot naughty wife.

" Oh sugar...please don't get mad, but when he looked up and saw me watching...he undressed me with his eyes ! " Isabelle gasped.

" He what ? " Charles asked, increasing the tempo.

" Oh baby...I'm sorry, but he made me feel naked. " she confessed, grinding her hot wet pussy even faster on her poor hubby's face.

" Did you like it ? " he asked.

" No...yes...I mean maybe..." closing her eyes she imagined the muscled black stud dominating her on the weight bench, making her feel completely helpless. She felt her pussy spasm and gush all over her hubby's mouth.

Tasting her excitement Charles mounted his wife and easily slid his dick into her slick pussy. Losing control he cummed within seconds...Isabelle groaned in frustration...once again her hubby failed to give her the pleasure she so desperately needed. He was very good with his mouth but his ability with his cock left something to be desired. Perhaps she was too greedy, he had already made her cum, but she wanted more...

" Oh sugar...get my toy please ! I need something inside my pussy baby. " she insisted. Charles did as he was told, knowing exactly what to do with it.

 

[makofin]

Tomorrow

Jamaal was lifting weights and waiting for Charles to show up with the gift. He was confident the that the lame husband to bring him what he demanded. From experience each married white boy he knew fantasized about seeing their wives with another man, especially a well hung black stud. Deep down inside most were as passive as their submissive wives were.

When Charles arrived, he avoided Jamaal at first, not meeting his gaze. He was probably torn apart, wanting to fulfill the dark fantasy but knowing he was taking a big risk and feeling that maybe he was making a mistake. So far he had not crossed that line, but he lacked willpower.

The muscled black bull finished his workout and headed for the sauna, knowing Charles would follow soon. Before long he entered, sitting in his usual place.

" Did you bring your wife's scented worn panties as I requested ? "

Charles meekly handed the intimate garment to Jamaal.

Jamaal held the tiny sheer thong to his nose and inhaled. " Ahhh, yes, your wife smells fine, just like I thought. Sweet and musky at the same time. You did very good just as you were told. "

The stud stroked his thick, large cock with the silky material staring at the husband who was unable to meet his gaze. " I imagine your wife's pussy is tight and very hot. Is it ? "

After a brief hesitation Charles answered, " I really don't care to discuss this with you. "

" Why not ? " Jamaal laughed, " If you loved your wife you would want to make her happy. By permitting her to be with me you would be doing her a favor. Do you really think you can give her the pleasure she needs with you little lame white dick ? No, what she needs and wants deep down inside is a powerful, superior black stud with a big cock. "

" You don't know my wife, she is a loyal and faithful woman " Charles insisted.

Jamaal sneered, " Do you think that your wife hasn't ever thought about being dominated by a black man ? Ask her, tonight when you are making love to her. "

Charles lowered his eyes to the floor.

" Listen carefully, tomorrow I want you to ask your wife out to dinner after our workout. Make reservations for six thirty. Tell her to get dressed in heels and stockings. I want her to look sexy. You know what I mean ? She is to pick you up at least a half hour early. Once you get here at five I will instruct you what you are to do. Do you understand ? "

" W wwwhat is going to happen ? " Charles stammered.

" Don't worry about it, just do as you are told. "

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle was delighted when her hubby suggested they go out to dinner Friday evening, although she questioned why it was so important that he even had to work out beforehand. Charles assured her he would take a fresh set of clothes with him to the gym to change into afterwards. She, on the other hand took a luxurious bath and prepared herself for what she hoped would be a romantic evening. Shaving her legs and pubes Isabelle left a trimmed landing strip, afterwards covering her body in scented creamy lotion.

She decided to wear her corset and a pair of silk stockings. The young blonde wife debated wearing panties or not but decided that her hubby preferred her too for some reason. She wanted to please him and drive him crazy with anticipation throughout dinner. Sitting at her dressing table she did her hair up before slipping into her black cocktail dress that hugged her every curve. Isabelle added a strand of pearls around her delicate neck.

Studying her profile in the mirror she decided that she looked hot, good enough the eat...

 

[makofin]

Jamaal arrived at the club at noon and ate lunch on the patio poolside. Sitting by himself as usual he enjoyed the view. Actually he had become a novelty of sorts, the ladies checking him out when they thought their husbands were not watching or around. He know he could have most of them without much effort on his part, but now he had only one single object in mind and that was Isabelle Anderson, the blonde wife with the perfect body and doll like face. This evening she would be his to do anything he wanted her to do, she would be his plaything. Of this he was confident.

After lunch he went to the gym and worked out. Jamaal took a shower and dressed in a tank top that showed off his powerful arms and a pair of baggy shorts. He constantly thought about what he was going to do with his newest conquest.

And this was just the beginning.

Charles arrived promptly at five o clock as he was instructed last evening. He looked miserable, Jamaal thought, but it was too late for him to stop what was going to happen, and besides he lacked the courage or the willpower. Tonight Charles life was about to change and his marriage would never be the same. Without a word he went to sit at the bar as was prearranged.

While waiting Jamaal took care of business on his cell. Minutes later he saw Mrs. Isabelle Anderson approach the gym. She looked mouthwatering, as if only been born to be ravished...and dominated...and seduced. Once she got to the entrance of the gym where he was standing, her eyes searching for her husband he spoke, " You must be Isabelle, I don't think we have been properly introduced. My name is Jamaal Jackson. I know your husband Charles, we work out together. He asked me to tell that he wasn't feeling well all of a sudden and was sorry that he had to ruin your dinner plans for this evening. "

For a moment she was at a loss for words, gazing up at him with her pretty deep brown eyes.

 

[angelique127]

Despite her surprise Isabelle quickly regained her composure. Here she was face to face with the handsome black gentleman everyone was talking about lately, not to mention him being the object of her fantasies for the past week or so, ever since he had boldly undressed her with his eyes that day while he working out...

Isabelle listened as he explained the circumstances, in a deep manly tone of voice of her husbands absence. His dark eyes gazed directly into hers and his mere presence radiated total confidence. Even his cologne was intoxicating...

" Pleased to finally meet you Mr. Jackson, my husband has mentioned you before. Welcome to Stone Brook Country Club." she offered, " So my dear hubby was feeling under the weather ? "

 

[makofin]

" Pleased to finally meet you Mr. Jackson, my husband has mentioned you before. Welcome to the Stone Brook Country Club...so my dear hubby was feeling under the weather ? "

" Yes, the poor guy, but I think he will be fine in the morning. Too bad about your dinner plans. Perhaps I can interest you in a bite to eat and a cocktail at the club downtown that I own. " Jamaal suggested.

She appeared flustered at his proposal, as if trying to find a reason to refuse.

" That is if you are not afraid to be seen in public with a black man. " he said, knowing this statement would make her feel somewhat guilty. After all this WAS still the deep south.

 

[angelique127]

" That is if you are not afraid to be seen in public with a black man. "

" Of course not, Mr. Jackson, " she tossed her long hair back as if in defiance, " But I am a married woman. If people saw me leave with you the gossip would be all over town within minutes. And this is a rather small town. "

Isabelle had made her excuses but part of her wanted to throw caution to the wind and go with this intriguing black man. Perhaps it was his supreme confidence or the thrill of danger...so different from her predictable and sheltered life. After a moment she came to her senses, what am I thinking ? I am married to a wonderful man...

" So...you own your own nightclub ? "

Jamaal nodded, his eyes holding hers, making her feel if she was spellbound...

" Just where is this place located exactly ? " she asked.

 

[makofin]

" Just where is this place located exactly ? "

Jamaal could sense her resolve weakening. " It's downtown where I am positive no one will know you. My limo is parked in the parking lot and the windows are tinted so nobody will see us together. All you have to do is wait a few minutes and follow me out to my vehical. You can't miss it."

Isabelle glanced about as if to see if anyone was watching. She looked nervous but also excited at the same time.

" Don't worry about your husband, he seems to be a passive kind of guy. He probably wants you to enjoy yourself." Jamaal stated, further tempting the gorgeous blonde wife.

" I'll be waiting. " he smiled before making his way towards the exit, almost positive that she would follow.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle was torn...she was tempted to joined this handsome black stud in his car but on the other hand, she was married to a wonderful man. True, he was rather passive, she reasoned, and just because she went out to have a drink with Jamaal didn't mean she was cheating or being unfaithful. Still, she had a feeling that if she joined this man she was making a big mistake, he was very attractive and apparently knew how to seduce a woman.

Biting her lip, Isabelle decided to throw caution to the wind, she could handle whatever happened...making sure no one noticed she walked towards the parking lot. You couldn't miss the limo and Isabelle was impressed. Their was even a driver, dressed in a tuxedo, waiting to open the door for her. Revealing her legs she slid inside the cool interior onto the plush leather seat. Isabelle was amazed just how cozy the limo was inside, equipped with a full bar. The windows were tinted and it was very private indeed. Soft romantic soul played low in the background... Jamaal sat a slight smirk on his face, watching her.

' Me and Missus Jones...Missus Jones ...Missus Jones...we have a thing going on. '

" How nice..." Isabelle complimented, at a loss for words...

 

[makofin]

" How nice "

" I think so myself. One should always have the best that life has to offer. " Jamaal spoke, gazing directly at the beautiful woman next to him. " So tell me, how did your husband get so lucky and marry such a gorgeous female like you ? "

Meanwhile he used a corkscrew to pull the cork from a chilled bottle of white wine, her favorite he knew, from having a conversation with Charles. He poured her a glass as well as one for himself.

Isabelle crossed her legs and took a sip of wine, seeming to be considering the question.

" What I mean to say is, besides being financially supportive, he seems sort of passive. Does he deserve such a beautiful woman like you ? " Jamaal asked.

 

[angelique127]

" ... he seems sort of passive. Does he really deserve such a beautiful woman like you ? "

Isabelle smiled and tried to remain calm, although she felt anything but. She was alone, in a luxurious limo with an very attractive black man who was seducing her, or at the least complimenting her beauty. Everything about this guy warned her to get away from him before it was too late. He was the kind of male who was totally dominating, full of confidence.

" Perhaps...my husband does appreciate me. He is very attentive and affectionate. " she finally answered.

 

[makofin]

" he is very attentive and affectionate. " Isabelle defended.

" Really. Is that all you need Isabelle ? Affection...what about satisfaction ? A woman as pretty as you deserves more. You know deep down inside your husband can't give you need. You just deny yourself the pleasure you deserve. Have you ever fantasized about being with a superior black male ? "

Isabelle didn't answer, only lowered her eyelashes.

" Even your own husband desires to see you with a dominating, powerful black stud. You would be surprised how many white men like him want to see their wives ravished by a black man. " Jamaal placed his finger underneath her chin and lifted her face to meet his eyes. Isabelle stared up at him in confusion mixed with desire ?

" I want to show you something. " Jamaal reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a sheer silky pair of panties. " Do you know who these are ? " he asked, letting them dangle from his finger.

 

[angelique127]

" Do you know who these are ? " Jamaal asked with a grin, a pair of lacy panties hanging from his finger.

Isabelle gasped, having a pair just like those but they were missing. In fact they looked liked her hubby's favorite pair.

" I do declare, I have a pair just like them. " she insisted.

With a smirk on his handsome face Jamaal dropped the panties into her palm.

" How did you get these ? " Isabelle asked...

 

[makofin]

" How did you get these ? " Isabelle asked in surprise.

" Your husband gave them to me. We were in the sauna the other night and we were having a conversation. He mentioned wanting to see his wife with another man, preferably a black man, so I suggested that if he were serious he would give me a pair of your worn panties. Needless to say, Charles did as he was told."

For some reason Isabelle seemed upset...although she remained silent.

" If you ask me Isabelle, when a man such as your husband gives another man a pair of your most intimate garments, he is totally lame. It is like he is so weak that he can not defend his wife. Do you know what I mean ? Never would you see a black man giving away a pair of his wife's panties to anyone. No, black men are dominate, strong and powerful. We know how to make a woman feel like a female. "

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle was almost embarrassed for her husband...he had actually given a pair of her scented panties to a stranger. She wasn't sure but now she knew that her dear hubby wanted to see her with the big black stud.

" Excuse me Mr. Jackson, while I call my husband. " she said using speed dial.

He answered after the second ring. " Hello, baby "

" Charles, how are you feeling, sugar ? I hope you are not that ill. "

" Well...I'm feeling a little better. Where are you ? "

" I'm in Jamaal's limo...I went to pick you up for our dinner date and he told me you were not feeling too well. "

" You're in Jamaal's limo ? "

" Yes, I am...my god you can't believe how luxurious it is ! It even has a full bar ! I do declare, Jamaal even has my favorite white wine ! "

" Really. " Charles didn't seem that excited.

" Sugar, can you tell me why you gave Jamaal a pair of my panties ? I thought they were your favorites. "

" What ???? A pair of your panties ? I'm not sure I know what you mean... " Charles acted surprised.

" Don't pretend you don't know what I am talking about, Charles. I have them in my hand, Jamaal explained the whole thing. How could you ? "

" I ...I ...damn, sweetheart...please try to understand, I had no choice. " Charles stammered.

" Well sugar...I'll call you back in a little while, okay ? I have to go..."

the connection went dead...

 

[makofin]

Jamaal's gaze devoured the beautiful wife sitting next to him with her shapely long legs crossed. He was getting stiff just by looking at her. He listened as Isabelle spoke to her husband, not at all pleased that her husband had given him a pair of her worn scent panties. Pouting, she discontinued the call.

" Listen Isabelle, a beautiful woman such as yourself deserves the best life has to offer. It is possible to have a powerful and superior black stud as a lover. Your husband will not divorce you, just the opposite, he will become even more devoted to you. He will worship you. " Jamaal whispered into her ear, meanwhile his fingers lightly touched her stocking clad calf, stroking lightly.

Other than a sudden intake of breath she didn't protest.

" Isabelle, I can make you feel something that you never felt before. I promise to please you, to make you beg for more. You'll know that you are a female, and what it is like to be with a man instead of some little boy. "

By now his lips found her bare shoulder while his fingers moved up to her thigh.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle's head was spinning...here she was in this plush limo with a big muscled handsome black man who was intent on seducing her but she had remained faithful throughout her two year marriage. On the other hand her hubby fantasized about seeing her with another man, preferably a black man. It was because of her hubbies wishes that she was in this predictament.

Never before had she ever felt so tempted.

His voice was almost hypnotic, smooth and deep. The words Jamaal whispered in her ear promised complete satisfaction, something her own husband failed to provide. Not to mention the fact that the heat between her legs was getting hotter and hotter...she was getting more aroused by the moment. His fingers tracing a path up her thigh didn't help matters and when he kissed her shoulder it sent a tingle up and down her spine.

" Oh Mr. Jackson...please...we shouldn't be doing this ! " Isabelle finally protested but feeling like she was melting...

 

[makofin]

" Oh Mister Jackson, please, we shouldn't be doing this ! " Isabelle gasped.

Jamaal laughed, " Remember Isabelle, you are to do what you are told. I am in total control of you now. "

Within a split second the top of her dress was pulled down exposing her perfect round titties. She had worn no bra as her husband loved to know that whenever they went out she was wearing her black bustier underneath which pushed her breasts up. Jamaal's lips found her nipple and teased it. Isabelle arched her back and moaned. It didn't take long for it to stiffen under his tongue, and by now his hand had reached the top of her stockings where he softly stroked her flesh.

 

[angelique127]

Isabelle almost screamed when she felt Jamaal's lips on her nipple. Her reaction caused her to thrust her breast out towards his mouth. Using his skilled tongue, lips and teeth he caused it to swell. Not that she wasn't aware that his fingers were easing upwards to her wet and excited pussy...they were only inches away and he would soon know how aroused she really was. To make it easier Isabelle parted her legs slightly.

Despite herself she cupped both of her breasts and and further arched her back, offering them to the black stud. " Oh no...mister Jackson...please don't make me do this ! "

She knew she could plead with him all night but that wasn't going to make him stop...