Marlee: Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Marlee: Chapter 01

... “Bye, daddy.” *** When I got home that night, I put a disk in the player and sat back. Up popped two days of video of Marlee sucking, fucking, and smoking. After finishing, I smiled and put the DVD away. I did not hear from Marlee for a week. I keep ignoring her calls and texts. I let her know through an associate that I would be in meetings all week and out of town part of the week. A week later, I sent her a text that I was back. “Welcome back!” “Missed you, momma!” I lied. “I missed you desperately,” Marlee sent in her text. I did not want to bring up her conversation with her husband. I wanted her to bring it up. “It was a hectic week for your daddy.” “Sorry.” “That’s OK. Puts food on the table and pays for my Mercedes.” “Do you want to know about my talk with my husband?” I paused and then texted: “Yes.” “He’s excited about being a cuckold!” “Great!” I knew he would. What white boy wouldn’t want this hot momma to be black fucked? “He OK’d me going out and stay overnight.” “Great!” “When?” I paused again. I wanted her to be excited. “Friday night” “That’s five days from now! I can’t wait.” I paused again. “Sorry. My apartment is a mess. I need to clean it up.” “Oh! OK.” “Did you do the other things?” I sent. “I got a Brazilian?” “Yeah! That’s a good momma.” “He saw my tramp stamp. LOL” “LOL what did he say?” “He liked it. We were in bed. I showed it to him and he started jerking off!” “LOL.” “Yes! LOL.” “Bye.” “Bye, daddy.” We stayed in touch by text messages all week. ...

... I saw her briefly in the hallway on Wednesday. She was wearing a very short, short mini skirt. She had done something to her hair to lighten it. She was wearing redder lipstick and more eye color and make up. She looked hot. I sent her a list of things I wanted to see her wear and not to wear. I wanted her to show her hubby she was turning into a slut. On Friday, I could hardly get any work done for her texting. We agreed to have her husband drive her to “our” club where he would escort her inside. I wanted it to be a shock treatment for the white “boy”. We would order some drinks and chat. Then Fred would exit. I would take her home Saturday. Actually, I had my own agenda. At 5 p.m. I left the office and saw Marlee standing by my car in the parking garage. When I got to her, we embraced and started kissing passionately. I really got out of control. I reached my hand in her loose top and squeezed one of her breasts. Then I rolled her nipple between my finger and thumb. “Oh! That feels so good,” she sighed. We kissed for 10 minutes and broke it off. She was looking hot! I watched her walk to the elevator and get in. She turned and blew me a kiss. My cock began to grow. *** I wasn’t sure what to expect when I picked her up at 7 sharp. I knew her husband would be there and that’s all. I knocked. Marlee’s husband, Fred, opened the door. He was a balding, dumpy white dude of 45. He had a squeaky voice and a pot belly. He was smiling. I took that as a good sign. “Hi! I’m Fred,” he ...