The awakening of a white housewife ! - Sex Stories

The awakening of a white housewife !

... position near the foot of the bed and with her knees bent and legs spread. Her legs appeared smooth, silky, and very sexy. Her large breasts and large, sumptuous nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material of her lingerie. Her brown eyes widened to saucer-shape as he approached, and her sounds of panic, while muffled and unintelligible, were quite unmistakable. Her blond, slightly wavy hair flowed luxuriously across her shoulders as she began to struggle against the silk restraints tied about her wrists. Daryl's first impulse was to turn back, but her robe-clad husband put his hand on his shoulder and prodded him a bit closer to his wife and the bed. "This little ritual is all part of how my wife is able to get excited,” the husband quietly and confidentially said close to Daryl's ear. While this was an outright lie, it seemed the only way to keep things rolling. He was confident that his wife would settle in to this situation if given the proper time. He continued in an undertone. "My wife and I have worked out a signal, and if she really wants to quit, I will let you know. I'll be sitting over here in the chair." As Robert retreated to his close vantage point, he felt misgivings, some possessiveness, possibly a bit of jealousy. He also now worried, more than a bit too late, how Frances might react to being thrust into this situation. Darryl removed his shirt to reveal his sleek, yet muscular physique. As Robert's wife watched his every move, her struggling ...

... continued, but with slightly less urgency. As he removed his trousers and his strong thighs became visible, her vocalizations became quieter, almost questioning. She stared at the young black man, mesmerized, watching as his chest muscles and abdomen gracefully strained and relaxed while he removed his socks. At once, the shock of adrenaline and hormones flooding her system seemed to stun her, and she became almost motionless, frozen with her legs straining against the silk bindings keeping her legs wide open. Her head pulled back of its own accord and her eyelids began to close and flicker lightly and rapidly. As Daryl advanced towards her, she suddenly renewed her struggle. But in contrast to the wild flailing she had exhibited when he had first entered the room, her movements now took on a more seductive, rhythmical and dance-like quality. Her arms and legs worked together so that she appeared to wiggle her breasts and hips in a slow, circular and undulating pattern. The stranger approached and brought his face close to hers. He touched the back of her head and pulled lightly at the handkerchief and looked into her eyes as if to ask if she would like him to remove it for her. Her eyes maintained their lock on his, studying them. She nervously shook her head back and forth to gesture "no" to let him know that she wished to keep the cloth in place. Oddly, the handkerchief afforded her some sense of control, as she felt she was not ready for him to kiss her mouth. It was also ...