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

Wife & the Black Loan Shark: Pt. 01

... his innocent wife and nods, "Thank you!"

But then he drops another bomb.

"He's agreed not to hurt you and to use protection," James says. "And for no more than 18 hours."

"What the hell?! It's not just go there and let him have sex with me and that's it? It's 18 hours! James what have you done?"

"Shh honey, he just wrote down up to 18 hours. It's not like it will be that long," James says, figuring the 58-year-old black man can't last long.

"Ok. Ok. I'll do it. But I just want to be alone now," she says as she goes up to her bedroom. "I think you should sleep on the couch."

James knows better than to protest. In the morning, James and Shannon don't talk much as they get ready and each head off to work.

It's hard for her to concentrate at work and she leaves a few hours early. She goes home, showers and changes. She decides to wear a nice dress. The least she can do, she justifies to herself, is look presentable.

As if that was hard for Shannon. Most people wonder how James scored such a knockout as a wife. James is timid, slight at 5'9" and 150 lbs.

Shannon is a looker. She is 26 years old. She's a natural redhead. She's 5'5" and just 110 lbs but she's got big natural 34D breasts. They look even bigger on her frame.

She decides to wear a simple white dress. It has a sweetheart neckline and a tiered skirt. It's a pretty short dress but not in a slutty way. She has on a white bra and panties. Still, the dress shows off her large breasts ...

... nicely.

She's a nervous wreck when James gets home.

"Again I'm so sorry honey," James says, hugging Shannon.

She pulls away. "I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get this over with," she says, getting her purse and keys.

Shannon nervously drives off. It's happening. James sinks down on the couch in regret. She's even more nervous as the neighborhood changes. This road by the airport isn't so nice and she's driven past the Roadway Inn on the way to the airport before and has cringed looking at it.

She pulls in, drives around the parking lot until she finds Room 29. She parks in front of it. She's scared as she gets out. What if people think she's a hooker, she wonders, breathing hard. She can't believe James got her into this mess.

Shannon knocks. A few moments later the door opens. She gasps a little. She knew Tyrone was an older black man but she wasn't expecting the man she saw. He's huge. Clearly older than she expected. Big. Powerful. A bit heavy set. She notices his belly in the white T-shirt he has on. She can tell he's got a hairy chest. He's got on jeans.

"You must be Shannon," he says, openly eying her up and down, not once but twice. She shutters as she notices. "Come on in."

She enters the room and he checks her out from behind. The photo on James's phone doesn't do her justice.

"Damn, you're fine," he says. "Shit, look at that body. That photo James has on his phone doesn't cut it."

Shannon sets her purse down by the TV. She turns to ...