The Adventures of a Blonde Hotwife

[angelique127]

My name is Isabelle and I am a beautiful happily married young female. Fortunately I was blessed not only with a pretty face but also a perfect body { 34-25-36 } measurements. A little about my background before I got married, I was a spoiled daddies girl from a wealthy family, a cheerleader in high school and very popular in my senior year. Everyone reffered to me as a blonde barbie doll. I drove around in convertible Porsche during my senior year, a birthday present from my daddy. I absolutely loved that fast car ! Life was wonderful and I had everything my little ol' heart desired, including my high school sweetheart, the captain of the football team. Upon graduation our wedding was the event of the year and dear daddy spared no expense, although he wanted us to wait a little longer to tie the knot. But Brad got a good job or career in his families firm with a good salary and we settled into a beautiful house in a nice gated upscale community. We were the envy of all of our friends and family, just like Ken and Barbie.

So I was determined to be the perfect model wife that did everything to please her husband. I even took a cooking course to learn how to prepare fantastic meals for him when he got home from a very long day at the office. We purchased a stairmaster and a Peloton and I exercised alost daily to keep my body in shape. I love to show off my body in sexy lingerie for him and Brad seems to appreicate it. I have a very large collection of such items in my walk in closet. In every color under the rainbow !

Needless to say, on Fridays, I like to dolled up, after shaving my legs and bathing in the whirlpool, getting a manicure ad pedicure, fixing my hair and makeup and getting ready for my husband when he comes home from a hard day at the office. Sometimes if Bradley isn't too exhaused we have playtime together. Sometimes it starts out with a delightful foot massage { my feet get so sore wearing heels all day } or a relaxing sensual back rub for him. It always leads to something more of course. Brad simply loves recieving a blowjob as much as I like getting my pussy eaten by him. Did I mention that I am a borderline nymphomaniac ? No really, sex is on my mind almost twenty four seven even when I am asleep. If you only knew...

Anyway this is the story of why I became a very happy hotwife...

 

[DevilInDetail]

My name is Brad, and I live a privileged existence. Sometimes I reflect on how lucky I am, but for the most part I work through my day without giving it a second thought. I was born knowing that I would become the 4th generation in my family to help manage the furniture manufacturing business. Whether that financial security helped me to lock down my first love with an engagement ring when we were still teenagers, I guess I will never really know.

What I do know for sure is that life is easy, and it is predictable. The business still runs itself, and my father ensures that everything is done well. We had always been a major employer in the area, and everyone around appreciates it. Both me and Isabelle have some great friends, people who we have known our whole lives and can trust.

Lately though, I've been thinking about making life more interesting. I guess if you have everything, you still want more. My wife has an insatiable sexual appetite, which always seemed like a good thing, but I have started to wonder if quality is better than quantity. The requests for sex twice a day are getting tiresome, and repetitive.

I have started to tell Isabelle that we should perhaps find a way to make sex a little less usual, and make it altogether memorable. I know she had a lot of different lingerie, and there's always variety there, but there must be something more. Maybe with role-play, or ropes, or, I even suggested playfully, maybe one of her girlfriends would be open to a threesome.

My wife is beautiful, and perfect in every way. But sometimes when the guys send videos in the chat we have to keep discreet from our wives and girlfriends, I see what these girls are doing and wonder what it would be like to be with a nasty slut with no limits.

 

[angelique127]

Truthfully becoming a hotwife for my hubby never even crossed my mind until one morning when I went into his man cave and discovered several websites he had joined after he forgot to delete the history on his computer. "Cuckold Sessions' and another called ' Black Studs for White Hotwifes'. Both were filled with gifs , videos and pictures of mostly interracial couples having sex between white females and bigger black males, the smaller white husband always the one being cuckolded. Let me say that I am no prude but I really didn't have any interest or watch much porn ...until then. I was simply amazed at the size of the black guys cocks and the way they ravished the submissive white females, often while their husbands watched.

I really didn't confront Brad about what I found but instead I purposely caught him in the act one night when I came up behind him on the computer. I put my hand over his eyes and totally surprised him...

" Oh honey, whatever are you watching ? " I whispered in his ear, " Why, are you being a bad boy and watching porn without me ? "

Bradley didn't deny it, since he was caught in the act, but he didn't exactly verbally confess to it either. I sat down next to him in the chair, straddling his lap. I was dressed in my sheer babydoll nightgown, one of his favorites, ready for my foot massage that he promised to give me earlier.

" I really thought you would be watching a male, female, female threesome that you keep asking to have with my best friend Brenda. " I teased, licking his earlobe with my tongue. But I guess you are thinking about other things, like being married to a hotwife. Is that what you want ? "

 

[DevilInDetail]

I almost jump out of my skin when you appear out of nowhere covering my eyes. I try to move my mouse to shut the browser down. It is an instinct, but it fails as I can't see a damn thing so I am just moving the cursor around like an idiot, clicking as the video stops and starts.

I respond talking about how much I would love a threesome with Brenda, of course. I don't know how you will react to this one though. On my screen was a blonde porn star with enhanced tits taking on 3 guys at the same time. "After this, your little dick is never going to feel the same again" the porn star calls out from the screen, as you ask "Is that what you want?"

I can't really deny what I have been watching, and I am a little surprised that you even know what a hotwife is.

"Well, it is just porn Isabelle, I didn't think you would be interested. Of course, it's not real."

Even in the safety of our home and in an intimate situation with my wife, I am not about to completely open up about my 'weird' or 'taboo' fantasies. And while your tone is playful, I'm not entirely sure that I'm not in trouble over my viewing content.

"Watching porn without you? Oh, well, if you want to watch it, that sounds exciting. Maybe I can find something with two girls that look like you and Brenda."

 

[angelique127]

"...maybe I can find something with two girls that look like you and Brenda. "

" Hmmm, you wish. Perhaps I would rather see something with two men sharing a female instead ! " That would be so hot, don't you think ! " I say reaching down to discover his dickie was fully erect. " Besides I don't think that you could handle two females at the same time. "

To be honest, Brad did have what you could call a hair trigger, only being able to last not more than five minutes at the most before having an premature orgasm, often leaving me frustrated, although I never complained.... Actually I was getting very good at faking one, not wanting to hurt his little ego. On the other hand, Brads oral skills were most definately improving since I insisted that he eat my pussy first. I loved to ride his face and smother him while looking at pictures of other men that I had downloaded onto my phone.

Brad seemed to be slightly indignant at my comment as if I was insulting his fragile manhood.

" I'm just saying sweetheart that I would prefer a threesome with a male stud instead ! " I purred into his ear while stroking his cock. It's so simple that you could get some men to agree to almost anything when you are playing with his hard on. It's like having putty in your hand...

We continued to watch this well hung black stud dominant this little white submissive female, making her scream with pleasure. I couldn't believe the way he was treating her, calling her a white slut and a bitch while impaling her on his big black shaft. She seemed to love every minute of it and begged for more. Meanwhile her worthless white husband just sat there watching and stroking himself. I felt my husbands own cock was starting to throb in my hand and sensed that he was close and about to make a messy.

" Oh honey can you believe how big his cock is ? " I asked innocently, knowing how it would drive him over the edge..

 

[DevilInDetail]

My initial hesitance began to wane as I noticed Isabelle's enthusiastic attitude. Of course she was always enthusiastic about sex, perhaps unusually so, but I had always tried to keep things... respectful. I guess some people might use the terms vanilla or boring, but I guess I normally keep activities with Isabelle to scenarios that would be considered becoming of a lady, or at least not outrageous.

But my cock throbbed in her hand, as Isabelle talked about how she would like a threesome with two guys. It wasn't just what she said, but the way she said it. Her voice a little deeper than usual, with a hint of yearning. My value system told me that a girl wanting to be pummeled by two men was just nasty, but I think that's why it turned me on so much. I can't think of any scenarios where a girl being fucked by multiple men would be looked upon with any view beyond dirty perversion by those in our social circles.

"Do you wish you were on the screen, Isabelle?" I asked, losing some of my inhibition. "With a big black cock like that stretching your pussy?"

I ran my hand down the small of your back as I whispered back in your ear, hoping that my breath would make your body tingle. My hand falling down to cup your perfect ass as my cock throbbed threateningly close in your teasing hand. Three quarters of my attention was on the screen, and the rest on your wide-eyed reaction to it.

The conversation felt a little dangerous, but it was only a game, and I liked the way Isabelle seemed open to exploration. And at least now she had some view on my most secret fantasy scenarios.

 

[angelique127]

" Do you wish you were on the screen, Isabelle ? With a big black cock like that stretching your pussy ? "

I was not ready to confess or admit that I thought about it often ever since I had went to pick up my husband at the gym where he exercised. We were supposed to go out to dinner and I had gotten there early and while waiting for him to shower I noticed this very handsome black stud lifting weights. He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. I couldn't help watching those big muscles straining and bulge as he worked out. Every inch of him was solid muscle, from his massive thighs to his broad chest and arms. Even those tight shorts he was wearing did little to hide those buns of steel. And then he turned around, away from the mirror and I got a good look of the huge bulge he was sporting for everyone to see. It was indecent, but fascinating nevertheless...

Thats when he noticed me standing there staring at him. He smiled, showing off his perfect white teeth before he approached me. His swagger was filled with confidence and the smirk on his handsome face reflected a little hint of arrogance. This tall black stranger got very close and put his arm up against the wall. " Hello pretty lady. Are you looking for someone ? " he asked with a slight foreign accent.

" Yes...I am waiting for my husband. " I explained, overwhelmed and barely able to breath. He was even bigger close up...

He, whoever he was, looked around the gym as if searching for my husband. " I do not see him. Let me introduce myself, my name is Darius, and I am from South Africa. I am pleased to meet you "

" Yes, it is so nice to meet you also. My name is Isabelle." I finally managed, still a little in awe of his magnificent body. At the time I wasn't aware that I was unconsciously playing with my hair in a flirtatious manner.

" I can not help but to admire your beauty. Your husband is a very lucky guy. "

I have to confess, honey, that at the moment you were a million miles away in my thoughts...

Darius proceeded to undress me with bold eyes, staring down at my cleaveage. I just happened to be wearing a push up bra which showed off my creamy white 34 C cups.

He then asked me for my phone number and at the time I refused to give to him, although I was tempted too. Sometimes I get so bored while you are at the office. Next Darius offered me a free membership at the gym and I told him I would think about it. I did need to work out on a stairmaster to keep my thighs toned and in shape.

Thankfully for your sake, you came to my rescue before our conversation went much further...

I noticed that you were a little nervous when I introduced Darius to you and you hurried us out of there. I thought I saw him snicker with disgust as we left. I was not sure if you were even aware what was going on at the time...


" To answer your question baby if only that's what you really want...but be careful what you wish for ! "

 

[DevilInDetail]

Caution is indeed an important matter when exploring these sort of fantasies, especially if they are to be taken seriously.

I considered Isabelle's 'careful what you wish for' statement briefly, but not too deeply. As far as I was concerned, this was still nothing more than fantasy play. I reflect on my surprise at her reaction, and how that probably reflects the image I project of her onto myself more than her actual personality. In truth, there hasn't been anything sexual that I think she had reacted negatively to.

This talk of interracial sex and 'becoming a porn star' seemed wild, and as she stroked my cock, I writhed in my chair desperately trying to hold on. But the thought of Isabelle in the porn scene was way too much for me, as was her reaction. She spoke as if the ball is now in my court, but the truth is my perversion wouldn't allow me to have any rational thought. Not whilst I was rigid like this, observing the interest that has clearly been piqued in you.

But that didn't last long. The hands that were gently encouraging you as I touched your body returned to the arm rails on my chair as I gripped tight. My desperate attempts to hold on were in vain as my throbbing cock released the frustration from my balls. Strands of cum making a mess of your hand and of my chair as I lost control.

A calmness would then be able to prevail, now that the horny devil on my shoulder was gone. Or at least that's how it usually would be, but your animated attitude kept my interest longer.

"Careful what I wish for? What if we get three wishes?"

I hope that my early release doesn't deter you too much. I feel a sense of shame for losing control so quickly, though I did not sense any holding back from you. Typically you would sense what is about to happen and withdraw for a minute or two. This time your fingers had kept gliding over my cock with no sense of restraint.

 

[angelique127]

My husband does not have much willpower or self control. It's like a little game between us but he always loses. I can make him explode whenever I please. Often I bring him to the edge several times before he loses control, making him suffer and beg for release. Carl knows the consequences if he has a messy without my permission. The dreaded cage is a perfect example of discipline. I usually like to keep him in chasity for three days but sometimes as long as a week if I am feeling cruel.

Needless to say my hubby does not last longer than a few strokes. Carl looks so dissapointed and shamed but he has had his reward for the evening.

" Tisk tisk, such a bad boy...what am I going to do with you ? You have no control whatsoever...but I am going to give you a choice. You can either lick your own spunk from my fingers or wear your cage for the next three days. It' up to you sweetheart. " I offered, twirling the key necklace around with my other hand. The key that represented my power over you. The same key I liked to wear in public around my neck that hung down between my 34 C cups...the same one Darius noticed when I first met him at the gym when I came to pick you up. You know who I mean, that big muscular black stud, that I can't help stop thinking about...

 

[DevilInDetail]

Reluctantly, I take the cage from your hand. Why you sometimes decide I should wear this is beyond me; for a woman borderline obsessed with sex to lock her husband's cock away makes little sense to me. But then, many of the ways of women are beyond my comprehension. I reflect on the fact that many guys involved in this cuckolding scene I have been dabbling my curiosity with seem to wear these things endlessly.

The genie was out of the bottle now, not only had I been caught watching this stuff, but we had engaged with it enthusiastically.

"I guess this changes things now.

I was surprised by how enthusiastic you were about the idea of fucking another man. I guess someone who last longer. I saw it in your eyes, Isabelle. I kinda liked it, as scary as that might sound."

 

[angelique127]

Truthfully, I thought the punishment a little too cruel. You couldn't really help that you had a hair trigger. In a way it was a compliment to my beauty and the chemistry between us, I thought as I brushed my long silky hair in the mirror, getting ready for bed. Perhaps I should just ride his face and make him eat my pussy instead. What female didn't like her pussy worshipped ?

" Okay darling, I have decided that if you lick my pussy and give me an orgasm I will not make you wear that dreaded cage ! Besides you need to pratice your skills, like a good husband ! " I said as I pushed Carl on his back and straddled him, my pussy only inches above his face...

" What are you waiting for, sugar ? Eat me... now ! " I demanded, relishing being in total control...

 

[DevilInDetail]

I grabbed at your ass as you lifted your creamy white thighs over my jaw line. Holding you steadily, feeling the contours of your well toned, fit body as I set about my work.

If you hadn't already finished me, I would have even more eagerness about my work. But this wasn't a simple task. Licking pussy was one thing, but doing it successfully was another. I kissed your pussy, my lips touching your outer walls as I felt your moisture. My tongue licking your crevice dutifully, as I worked my way up to your clit. At first taking it between my tongue and front teeth, rolling it between them, and moving the tip of my tongue over it from left to right, and then bottom to top.

As you writhed above me, I continued to keep you steady over my head. My hands locked onto your ass as you gyrated your hips over me, your knees and my back on the hard floor. The monitor from the computer screen still played, emitting the only light in the room. With your knees either side of my ears I rocked your body forward and back as I craned my neck to reach your pussy. My right had moving up your body beyond your hips and stomach to find your left breast, kneading it, as I listened and obliged your demands to be brought to orgasm.

 

[angelique127]

I closed my eyes while riding and grinding my pussy on your hapless face, almost smothering you, meanwhile thinking about that big muscled black stud from the gym and how good it would feel being dominated by him. How could any female not notice that big bulge in his tight workout shorts ? He looked like one of the studs in your porn flicks that you like to watch of white females and black hung bulls together...

I really didn't think it would be too difficult to turn you into my devoted cuckold. All the necessary tendencies where there. You have to admit that you have always been a rather passive beta male and always willing to please me. You, for the most part, have given me anything my little ol' heart desired except for the one thing you can't provide. It's not my fault that I need and want to be dominated by a strong alpha male. A man that is in control.

Tomorrow I am going shopping for several workout outfits that show off my body to my best advantage and take up Darius's offer of a free membership...that way we can exercise together !

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[DevilInDetail]

That night, in bed just before sleeping, we talked a little about what had just happened. It felt like a big step to have this private fantasy revealed, and even bigger that Isabelle had not been angry, but turned on by the idea.

With her pretty face, and sublime body, Isabelle could have any man she wanted. That man had always been me, or at least that's what I had assumed. So I asked directly what if any men she had fantasised about before. I also confessed that I liked the idea of her being secretly slutty, and teasing me about it. In a half-hearted manner, I suggested that I'd be open to playing this fantasy out in reality, as exploration, but that there is a difference between cheating and swinging, if indeed that is what it would be.

I hadn't talked about this before based on my assumptions that it would be too taboo, too dangerous for our marriage, and the idea that you would think less of me for thinking it. I had always assumed you wouldn't be enthusiastic, but I had been proven completely wrong by the energy and eagerness that you had displayed.

That morning, when I woke up, it was unusual to find that you weren't sleeping next to me. I found a message on my phone that you had gone shopping, and so I started the day as I always did. I put on my shirt, tie and trousers, shined my shoes, and made my way to work just like any other day.

 

[angelique127]

Encouraged by our discussion last night , I decided that I would accept the free membership that Darius had offered. He said that his partners from the all black owned gym were doing a promotional photo shoot to advertise and needed several beautiful models to pose for them if I was interested. Darius mentioned that I was just perfect for the job, so I decided to get up early and go shopping for several tight work out outfits that would show off my body to it's best advantage. I also decided that I would give Darius my cell phone number after I refused too, just in case he needed to get in touch with me but I would warn him not to call until my husband left for work in the morning. Besides I would have to provide it on the membership application anyway.

The one thing I didn't tell Carl was the way I couldn't stop thinking about Darius since I met him. His charming smile and those big muscles and his rather dominant manner. He was definately an alpha male with swagger and confidense...something that my husband lacked.

After choosing several work out attire in different colors, and a pair of running shoes, I decided to visit to the gym and fill out my application, since I had nothing better to do. I got so bored during the day when Carl was at work. Since it was still early I stopped by my favorite salon and had a manicure and pedicure done by the more than efficent asian girls. They were always happy to pamper me and gave excellant services, such as foot massages after I walked around in a pair of high heels all day. That is one thing I really enjoyed and often asked my husband to give me before bed, which sometimes led to other things...

While seated on my throne I sent a text and photo of the pretty asian female polishing my toenails. For some reason liked to see me being treated like a goddess. What he liked to see even more was I was shopping for heels at the shoe store and all the handsome young men kneeling at my feet, so eager to assist me try on a pair new stilettos while wearing a very short skirt. They were always gifted with a glimpse of panty, if I had even bothered to wear a pair. I liked to tease the young men by crossing and uncrossing my legs slowly for their viewing pleasure while they sat there sneaking a peek.

Finished at the salon, I was off to the gym, where I hoped to see Darius. Carl didn't arrive until he was finished at the office around five thirty or so...

 

[makofin]

Thanks for the invite.

My english name is Darius Black and I was born in South Africa. When I was young I immigrated with my father, who was a diplomat, to London England. It was a nice country with alot of pretty white females who were eager to welcome us to their country, if you know what I am saying. My father showed me by example how easy it was to get a white female, married or not, to spread her legs. I grew up in a gym where I boxed and lifted weights. Soon I was bigger and stronger than my weaker counterparts and often picked on them and stole their money and girlfriends. No one dared to mess with me or else they would have gotten their ass kicked. At the age of eighteen, I was six four and weighed two hundred and thirty five pounds and made of solid muscle. I was known as the king of the hill, motherfucker! All those white bitches loved my big black cock. And it only got better when I immigrated to America. Thanks to help from my father, I was able to invest in a gym and private nightclub with some other successful black males from Africa. Amerca was the land of milk and honey if you know what I mean.

Anyhows I was determined to make the gym the best in town. We made contracts with several local businesses and establishments for their employees to become members. We reached out to the community and sponsored yoga classes, along with other fitness and exercise programs. My partners and I were looking for some beautiful fit models to promote our business.

The other day I saw this gorgeous blonde bitch come into the gym. Damn was she a fine peice of ass. She was all dressed up looking pretty in heels and stockings and not there to work out. I was power lifting with a few of my buds and noticed that she was watching me. She was playing on her phone, occasionally glancing in my direction only to quickly look away when I met her eyes. Full of confidence, I approached her. I could see from her body language she was impressed and receptive like most white bitches were. The fact that she was wearing a wedding ring and was married did not do anything to detour me. If anything it only encouraged me. Her name was Isabelle and she said that she was here to pick up her husband for a dinner date and had showed up early and that he was in the shower. I could tell by her body language and the way that she played with her hair and smiled that she was interested.

We talked until her lame ass white husband came over and interrupted. I had seen him doing cardio from time to time. The guy was your typical beta white boy, and not very big or muscular. Once the week before I caught him eyeballing my dick when I came out of the sauna and going into the shower. His sorry eyes almost popped outta his head when he saw the size of my black dick.

I had a feeling she would be back.

 

[DevilInDetail]

I appreciated the pictures of the asian salon girl. When I wasn't making hints about a threesome with Brenda, I was suggesting that these girls could give me a massage for my birthday, complete with any extras. As much I never did receive such a birthday gift, I had always found it encouraging that you would send pictures of these girls just to tease me about the possibility.

Last night's conversations, or should I say revelations, lay fresh in my mind at work all day. Though chasing a delay in an order from one of our suppliers meant I may be late to leave.

 

[angelique127]

As soon as I entered the gym I saw Darius working out, his muscles bulging and straining, surrounded by several females. Perhaps they were my competion. They were all admiring his awesome body and I had to admit that I felt a twinge of jealousy. Darius seemed to be enjoying being the center of attention and why not with a torso like that. Again he was wearing a pair of tight cotton shorts that did little to hide that magnificent bulge he was sporting. Darius didn't notice me at first but soon saw me standing there with my bags in my hand.

" Excuse me ladies but I have something to take care of. " Darius dismissed his harum and approached me. Being a lady I did my best not to stare at the huge bulge in his speedo and focus on his handsome face.

" Have you thought over my proposal ? "

" Yes...and thank you for the free membership. "

" I meant about being our spokesmodel. "

" Oh yes, I would like nothing better. " I assured him.

Darius smirked, undressing me with his bold dark eyes. " Fine why don't you go into the ladies locker room and change into your workout outfit. "

Yes sir, I'll only be a minute. " I promised.

Once inside the locker room, I undressed and struggled to put on my tight leggings and sports bra. They both hugged and showed off every inch of my body. Because my leggings were so tight, I went commando not wanting to reveal any panty lines. I replaced my high heels with a pair of running shoes and touched up my make up and lipstick in the mirror wanting to look my best. Next I put my long hair up in a ponytail. Satisfied with my appearence I walked out into the gym but not before I sent an ass pic to my hubby in my tight new yoga pants, asking him if he was going to meet me there after work...

 

[makofin]

I had a feeling Isabelle would show up and accept the membership and the invitation to model for us. Out of the five spokesmodels we had, she was definately the one I liked best. I was going to enjoy grooming her, it would be worth my while. I planned to take my time with this one. In the meantime I planned to take in the view of that fine white ass in the tight spandex and that cameltoe.
"Shall we start on the treadmill?" I suggested to her.
Isabelle seemed more than eager to comply.
"Lets start out slow and gradually increase the tempo." Damn, that bitch had a body that would make a grown man cry! Her nice tits, the narrow waist and wide hips and fine ass were just spectucular. She was a classic beauty. And those toned thighs were to die for. I could imagine them wrapped around my hips while I fucked her and gave her my big black cock. I knew she was married but could care less, in fact her wedding ring was more like a magnet. Her punk white husband was way out of her league and could never provide her with what she needed the most. I knew their was no way he could handle his beautiful trophy wife like the way she needed and desired.

 

[DevilInDetail]

The message on my phone (with the picture of my wife's toned ass in skin-tight lycra) brought a grin to me face. Playfully, I wondered if she would be open to continuing last night's little game.

"Yes I will be there honey, but might be up to an hour late, so if you need to go home just call an uber. I'll check where you are before leaving work so I know whether to go to the gym or home."

"Those pants are quite daring. I would imagine every guy in that gym has eyes for you, wearing that x"

 

[angelique127]

Darius was so thoughtful, starting me out on a treadmill and explaining how it would help me tone my thighs and my fine derriere, which he said was outstanding. I have to admit that I was very proud of my round ass and liked showing it off if given the opportunity, especially to someone who appreciated it, like this black stud did. At first Darius put his hand on the small of my back but soon moved it down and boldly cupped my ass cheeks, encouraging to go faster. Thank God my husband wasn't there to see it, although I doubt Carl would have protested or said anything about it...

We continued to workout, doing crunches and squats, exercising with light hand held weights and such. Truthfully I was in awe of this big magnicient muscular black male. Darius was obviously an alpha male compared to my passive white husband. Just being next to him turned me on, so much that I forgot to text my hubby back after his reponse to my message...

 

[DevilInDetail]

While it was uncharacteristic of Isabelle not to reply for so long, my busy afternoon didn't allow much thought for it beyond the slight disappointment that she didn't respond to my suggestive message. The phone in my office never stopped ringing, and when one of the experienced staff members resigned it took over my thoughts for a few hours. Between that and the anticipated late delivery, I didn't get chance to overthink her lack of response.

 

[makofin]

I can't tell you how much I love this country. It is better than England where the white females, married or single, adore black males from Africa. Here it is more of a challenge but I enjoy the conquest. Isabelle Anderson was just what I was looking for, white, rich, spoiled and beautiful, soon to be another blonde hot wife. Her lame husband was going to become just another cuckold. Welcome to America. I caught the bitch glancing down at my bulge on several occasions. She hung on to every word I said while I explained how I was going to expand the gym and start promoting boxing matches. I showed her some videos on my phone of my fights knocking out my opponets in the ring. Mrs. Anderson seemed very impressed to say the least. Thats when she told me you used to box when you were in the marines and said that you were undefeated. Your husband? Damn you wasn't even more than a hundred and fifty pounds. Light weight motherfucker. I seriously doubted it, you was just bragging trying to impress your wife, telling lies to make you look like a some kind of tough guy.

We will see when you showed up at the gym.

 

[angelique127]

Oh God, I just can't help admire those big hard muscles of this powerful black stud. Not to mention that enticing bulge in his tight shorts. And his endearing sexy accent. This man is definately an alpha male. If my hubby only knew how I couldn't stop thinking about him last night. Darius was like one of those well hung black bulls in those interracial porn movies my hubby liked to watch, where the black stud always makes the white husband a cuckold and dominates his loving white wife. I wish I had wore a little thong since I felt my pussy getting moist in my tight spandex. Thankfully Darius suggested taking a break to hydrate and I rushed to the restroom. I take my cellphone from my waistband and remember to text you ,having not heard from you in a while.

[ Hey baby, where are you ? I can't believe you are leaving me alone at the gym with all these handsome men. Anyway hope to see you soon ]

I didn't tell Carl that I was enjoying Darius's attention and didn't really miss him that much...

 

[DevilInDetail]

Finally, it was time to lock up for the day. Along with a few straddlers that had helped with the late delivery, I drove my Mercedes through the gates, and latched the padlock across the gate shut. My father would be up bright and early as usual to unlock in the morning. As I pulled up at the first set of red lights, I flicked through the screen to see that Isabelle had not left the gym yet. So, I knew to head there instead of straight home.

It took probably 30 minutes before I pulled up in the gym's car park, locked up and headed inside. There were plenty of people working out, but I didn't see Isabelle anywhere as I started to look around.