Wife & the Black Loan Shark: Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Wife & the Black Loan Shark: Pt. 01

... is taken aback but also knows he probably deserves it. Shannon looks and sees Tyrone parked on the corner, standing by his car. She actually smiles and waves and begins to walk excitedly and quickly over.

Tyrone loves this eagerness. Her tits sexily bounce in the dress.

As Shannon approaches, Tyrone reaches around her back to pull her in close, not caring if James is watching or not. He leans in but he doesn't kiss her on the lips yet. He leans in and kisses her on the neck. At the same time, he runs a hand up to give one of her big tits a squeeze.

"Mmm lovely," he whispers into her ear. "You're fuckin' hot. Let's go!"

Shannon slides into the car and Tyrone walks around and gets in. He drives off. As he drives off, James looks out the window just as the car rounds the corner. He can't tell whether Shannon is in that car or not.

Tyrone places a hand on her naked thigh. "I'm really glad you agreed to go out with me tonight," Tyrone says.

"I'm looking forward to it," she says.

Tyrone and Shannon then fall into a lovely conversation. He asks about her childhood. Her family. What hobbies she likes. He asks her about her job, how she likes it. Shannon even vents about one of her bitchy coworkers.

Shannon asks Tyrone about his childhood, his family. She doesn't ask him about his work, though. She is surprised that Tyrone likes some of the same movies and books as her. She laughs at a few of his jokes.

What is going on, she wonders. She's connecting with ...

... him. Yes, he has already fucked her brains out -- more than once -- because of her husband's bad business deal. But she's enjoying the ride. Tyrone's hand continues to caress her thigh, sometimes higher, sometimes lower, as he drives.

Before she knows it, they are entering a more black part of town.

"There's a great bar here. I've been going to it for years," he says. "Let's stop in and get a drink first."

"Oh... umm... sure...umm...that sounds lovely," Shannon says nervously.

Tyrone parks on the side of the street and gets out. She gets out and he puts his arm around her, pulling her close. He puts his arm on her lower back, just above her ass, and guides her inside. It's about 6:30 now, having taken about a half hour to make the drive to this part of town from her house.

Tyrone and Shannon enter. The place is older. It's small and crowded. Darker. Some jazz music playing. Some people are smoking. Tyrone nods to a few people he knows. They all look at her. So much younger than Tyrone. Busty. And white.

He guides her up to the bar. He stands partly behind her to the side as she moves up closer to the bar. He pulls her body to his. "Two whiskeys on the rocks," he says, ordering for her.

Shannon never drinks hard liquor like this. At most, she enjoys a glass of wine from time to time.

The bartender pours the drinks, nodding to Tyrone and clearly giving Shannon a look. She's the only white woman in the bar.

Tyrone leans over and whispers into her ear. ...