Cute, fit soccer mom wife home alone. Three African-American ripped football student-athletes on site to do lawn work. That was the setting just days after Chrissy drifted into the world of interracial sex for the first time with 19-year-old star wide receiver DeMarcus Jackson.
Part of the forty-something woman's heart said, "Cut this off. Nothing more can happen." The other part of her aching heart said, "I need that again."
DeMarcus, Jamal, and Dontrell had work to do. They needed to mow the entire lawn of Todd & Chrissy's suburban property home, as well as clean the pool and hose down the deck. DeMarcus' & Crew had other ideas about using their own hoses and a sex-deprived MILF.
"So that's her, huh? asked Jamal, as Chrissy walked upstairs after having left them into the house to go into the garage and get the lawn equipment. "Ya, that's her."
"Damn, she a tiny 'lil thing," Jamal added. He was right. Chrissy stood no more than 5-foot-3 and weighed in at roughly 105 pounds, but she was very fit for her age. While Jamal was partial to big-breasted women, he had a theory that small-breasted women like Chrissy usually had a nice ass; not ghetto plump, but firm and round. And Chrissy did, indeed, have that to offset her a-cups.
"Dude, that pussy tight," DeMarcus shared. "And her head game? On point!"
As Chrissy showered upstairs, the boys got busy with the yard and pool work. Todd, her alcoholic and racist husband, was out of town on business, and their two sons were away with grandpa. She finished up in the bathroom, and as she toweled off, she took a peak out the bedroom window. The three college football players busied themselves with lawn work.
DeMarcus noticed her in the window. He thought to himself, "Let the seduction begin." He knew she was vulnerable. Drunk husband, unsatisfying sex, busy with kids, etc. etc. As if wanting to ignite a fire, he pulled off his t-shirt to show off his lean, toned upper body. Chrissy didn't turn away because she had no idea DeMarcus saw her.
"Hey, guys, get those t-shirts off. We have an audience," DeMarcus barked in a sly way. At first they were like, "huh?" but quickly the realized GAME ON. Off came their t-shirts. They all had similar body types, which made sense given that they were all wide-receivers. However, Jamal was taller and lankier. The coaches were already on him to bulk up before he'd see more playing time. But Chrissy observed he was equally toned - basically zero fat, all muscle.
She was used to laying beneath 280 pounds of fat goo who pumped his five-inch cock into her a few times before coming. That's what she had gotten used to. Then DeMarcus introduced her to life well beyond five inches, and it took her to new heights. And he was far from done with new heights.
Chrissy backed away from the window. Her mind raced, and she noticed her heart rate was up, too. "What am I gonna do?" She knew the setting wad perfect, but, she thought, "what if?" What if Todd surprisingly came home suddenly? Or the two boys did. She picked up her cell phone, while standing with only a towel wrapped around her petite fit body. First she called the hotel Todd was staying in. His room phone ran and he picked it up. Verification he was still out of town. She asked a quick question as a disguise for the call. Said she loved him and hung up. Then she called granpa, who answered his cell. Yup. Still with the kids a good two hours away. She hung up, and realized she was going to put herself out there again.
She looked at her closet. "What should I wear?" That's when she picked up her cell phone. She began to text DeMarcus before stopping and starting a few times. Finally she said, "fuck it." She finished the text that read, "I'm up in my bedroom. What would you like to see me wear?"
DeMarcus heard his phone ding. He read it and smiled again. "Damn!" he thought.
His young immature self first thought, "wear nothing," but he caught himself. That's too easy. He texted back, "Sexy skimpy one-piece dress. Thong. Bra. Heels. Wear your glasses. And make us some lemonade, too. We thirsty."
She texted back, "Okay
"
Chrissy missed this feeling; being wanted sexually. Being desired. And these young niggas had no issues filling the bill. Jamal lived for it. His action started in high school with some of the girls but when he was 18 he realized some older women seemed into him. He'd already been through three cougars before arriving on campus.
As the guys worked up a sweat outside, Chrissy got dressed just as Dee requested. To cap it off, she put her glasses back on before going down into the kitchen to make some lemonade. She looked in the mirror. It'd been so long since she dolled up like this, and all for two 19 year olds and an 18 year old ; for three sexy young black men. She began to prepare to shut off her conscience.
An hour had gone by. She poured three glasses of lemonade; lots of ice. By this time, the guys had moved to the swimming pool area and wearing skimming the water for fallen leaves and other stuff that didn't belong. They were chatting and laughing as Chrissy came onto the deck with a platter of refreshment. They immediately took notice of her change of clothes.
"You fellas need a little break now don't ya?" she asked. Indeed they did. They came over to the table where she set the glasses down. She felt younger in their presence. They felt horny in hers. Chrissy saw their eyes, and it said everything she needed to know. Now it was a matter of who pulls the trigger.
All three of them chugged the lemonade, and she promptly re-filled their glasses. They chugged again. Chrissy had to go make some more. As she headed in, she had a follower. DeMarcus came in the door behind her. She went to the sink to turn on the cold water. He inched closer to her and positioned himself behind her. He let the tension grow for a bit. She thought to herself, "what is he doing?"
Then she felt his large, strong hands on her shoulders.
.... TO BE CONTINUED.
Part of the forty-something woman's heart said, "Cut this off. Nothing more can happen." The other part of her aching heart said, "I need that again."
DeMarcus, Jamal, and Dontrell had work to do. They needed to mow the entire lawn of Todd & Chrissy's suburban property home, as well as clean the pool and hose down the deck. DeMarcus' & Crew had other ideas about using their own hoses and a sex-deprived MILF.
"So that's her, huh? asked Jamal, as Chrissy walked upstairs after having left them into the house to go into the garage and get the lawn equipment. "Ya, that's her."
"Damn, she a tiny 'lil thing," Jamal added. He was right. Chrissy stood no more than 5-foot-3 and weighed in at roughly 105 pounds, but she was very fit for her age. While Jamal was partial to big-breasted women, he had a theory that small-breasted women like Chrissy usually had a nice ass; not ghetto plump, but firm and round. And Chrissy did, indeed, have that to offset her a-cups.
"Dude, that pussy tight," DeMarcus shared. "And her head game? On point!"
As Chrissy showered upstairs, the boys got busy with the yard and pool work. Todd, her alcoholic and racist husband, was out of town on business, and their two sons were away with grandpa. She finished up in the bathroom, and as she toweled off, she took a peak out the bedroom window. The three college football players busied themselves with lawn work.
DeMarcus noticed her in the window. He thought to himself, "Let the seduction begin." He knew she was vulnerable. Drunk husband, unsatisfying sex, busy with kids, etc. etc. As if wanting to ignite a fire, he pulled off his t-shirt to show off his lean, toned upper body. Chrissy didn't turn away because she had no idea DeMarcus saw her.
"Hey, guys, get those t-shirts off. We have an audience," DeMarcus barked in a sly way. At first they were like, "huh?" but quickly the realized GAME ON. Off came their t-shirts. They all had similar body types, which made sense given that they were all wide-receivers. However, Jamal was taller and lankier. The coaches were already on him to bulk up before he'd see more playing time. But Chrissy observed he was equally toned - basically zero fat, all muscle.
She was used to laying beneath 280 pounds of fat goo who pumped his five-inch cock into her a few times before coming. That's what she had gotten used to. Then DeMarcus introduced her to life well beyond five inches, and it took her to new heights. And he was far from done with new heights.
Chrissy backed away from the window. Her mind raced, and she noticed her heart rate was up, too. "What am I gonna do?" She knew the setting wad perfect, but, she thought, "what if?" What if Todd surprisingly came home suddenly? Or the two boys did. She picked up her cell phone, while standing with only a towel wrapped around her petite fit body. First she called the hotel Todd was staying in. His room phone ran and he picked it up. Verification he was still out of town. She asked a quick question as a disguise for the call. Said she loved him and hung up. Then she called granpa, who answered his cell. Yup. Still with the kids a good two hours away. She hung up, and realized she was going to put herself out there again.
She looked at her closet. "What should I wear?" That's when she picked up her cell phone. She began to text DeMarcus before stopping and starting a few times. Finally she said, "fuck it." She finished the text that read, "I'm up in my bedroom. What would you like to see me wear?"
DeMarcus heard his phone ding. He read it and smiled again. "Damn!" he thought.
His young immature self first thought, "wear nothing," but he caught himself. That's too easy. He texted back, "Sexy skimpy one-piece dress. Thong. Bra. Heels. Wear your glasses. And make us some lemonade, too. We thirsty."
She texted back, "Okay
Chrissy missed this feeling; being wanted sexually. Being desired. And these young niggas had no issues filling the bill. Jamal lived for it. His action started in high school with some of the girls but when he was 18 he realized some older women seemed into him. He'd already been through three cougars before arriving on campus.
As the guys worked up a sweat outside, Chrissy got dressed just as Dee requested. To cap it off, she put her glasses back on before going down into the kitchen to make some lemonade. She looked in the mirror. It'd been so long since she dolled up like this, and all for two 19 year olds and an 18 year old ; for three sexy young black men. She began to prepare to shut off her conscience.
An hour had gone by. She poured three glasses of lemonade; lots of ice. By this time, the guys had moved to the swimming pool area and wearing skimming the water for fallen leaves and other stuff that didn't belong. They were chatting and laughing as Chrissy came onto the deck with a platter of refreshment. They immediately took notice of her change of clothes.
"You fellas need a little break now don't ya?" she asked. Indeed they did. They came over to the table where she set the glasses down. She felt younger in their presence. They felt horny in hers. Chrissy saw their eyes, and it said everything she needed to know. Now it was a matter of who pulls the trigger.
All three of them chugged the lemonade, and she promptly re-filled their glasses. They chugged again. Chrissy had to go make some more. As she headed in, she had a follower. DeMarcus came in the door behind her. She went to the sink to turn on the cold water. He inched closer to her and positioned himself behind her. He let the tension grow for a bit. She thought to herself, "what is he doing?"
Then she felt his large, strong hands on her shoulders.
.... TO BE CONTINUED.