Affluent Mormon Wife Shares with ex-con & Black Man

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“I’ll pack some clothes now and call my husband at work.”

Mandy walked naked in front of Carl to the closet and pulled a suitcase out from the floor. Then she started taking outfits from the closet and laid them on the bed.

“How many nights should I stay?”

“I don’t know. How about three or four?”

She put her arms around his neck, shoved her big knockers into his chest, and kissed him long and hard.

“How about five?. That will give us the weekend.”

“Okay, five.”

Mandy squealed and got out more clothes.

“I’ll need more room so I’m not taking any underwear. What do you think about that?”

“I like it. You boobs moving around under your shirt will piss her off and distract her boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend, huh? Does that mean I’m your girlfriend?”

“I guess so.”

That made her squeal again and rush into his arms. The big naked tits again on his chest. Carl dropped his pants with one hand and pushed her on the bed. He lined up his cock and starting pushing it in.

“Maybe we should wait to do this until after I get you home with me.”

“How about we do it now … and … when you get me home with you?”

Carl went balls deep on her and began their fucking motion. There was still a lot of cum in her from earlier. With him still fucking her Mandy reached her phone. Carl froze when he heard to line ring on the other end.

“Be quiet, but don’t stop fucking me.”

The phone rang a couple of times before he heard the answer.

“Hi, Honey. I’m going to help out my sister for a few days.”

“Probably through the weekend.”

“Love you, too.”

Mandy ended the call and kissed Carl hard on the lips.

“Looks like our honeymoon is beginning. Finish me up so we can go to your house.”

In the truck Mandy sat near the center of the front bench seat. Anne had always sat almost on the door of the passenger side. Everything Mandy said was light and sexy. All Anne had done for years was sit over there and bitch about things. Mandy worked her hand along his thigh and would fondle his dick through his pants. It was like a high school date.

The ride seemed too short when Carl pulled into his garage. Mandy’s youthful spirit was refreshing and Carl didn’t care to deal with his wife or Raphael right now. Carl carried the suitcase in front of himself and led his girlfriend into the house. He sat the suitcase down by the basement stairs and found Anne fucking Raphael in the master bedroom. The sweat on their bodies and the sounds Anne was making indicated that they had been fucking a while and Raphael was about to blow a load into Anne’s womb. Carl waited for the peak moment to speak.

“Hi, Honey. I’m home!”

“Jesus, Carl! You scared the hell out of me.”

“I just wanted to let you know I brought someone home with me.”

“It better not be some guy. I’m not letting anyone else fuck Anne.” Raphael grumbled.

“No, it’s not a man.”

Carl pulled Mandy to the doorway. Raphael gave Mandy the once over. Anne’s eyes got larger and her mouth hung open. She couldn’t believe Carl had brought some whore into their house.

“Let us finish fucking. After Raphael drains his balls in me again I’ll deal with you.”

“Okay. We’ll be downstairs.”

Mandy pulled him away from the doorway towards the basement stairs.

“Holy shit, Carl. You didn’t tell me the guy your wife is fucking is black.”

“I might have left out a little detail. There’s also a white ex-con staying in the pool house she was fucking before she started fucking black.”

“It’s like some porn site on the internet. I saw him pull about six inches out of her and shove it back in. What the hell is wrong with her. How big is it anyway?”

“You saw about half of it. It’s probably twelve inches. They got in a big fight because she fucked another black guy that had fourteen.”

“Your wife fucks black guys with huge cocks. Do they cum inside her?”

“Yes, a whole lot, actually.”

“I hope you aren’t still fucking her. I mean I don’t want her to give you some STD that makes our baby sick.”

It’s been going on for a while, but I’ve not fucked her in a long time. Not since I got to fuck you.”

They kissed at the guest room door.

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