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I had to work the next day so I went home when he fell asleep. I left him a note, thanking him, and drew a few hearts on it.
I flew from coast to coast, west to east, and in between the following week. Every night, arriving home somewhat late, I’d wait until Carter went to sleep after a little bit of small talk, then sneak over to Ralph’s for sex.
This was the pattern every day. Except when I was off, I was over there constantly.
I went shopping for a new dress, not for Carter and the lame event I agreed to go to, but for Ralph.
It was white, form fitting, the strap cut across the chest. I thought Ralph would love it.
The event was very boring. Carter didn’t notice the dress and paraded me around to various people, talking to them, and so on. We left early, hardly speaking on the way home.
"Hey I think I’ll head to Bella’s. She wants to see the dress, we may go get a drink or something," I peeped into the shower Carter was taking.
"Oh yeah, that’ll be fun. Have a good night," he said, extra cheery.
I didn’t bother moving my car. I knew he wouldn’t notice. I walked right over to Ralph’s.
"Girl, that dress, so sexy. Such a sexy white woman," He smiled.
I kneeled before him, moving his cock to my cleavage. "This fits perfectly between my tits."
"Mmhmm, love them big titties."
I was naked soon enough, riding Ralph on the couch, while his dog watched.
We fucked for hours. I thought he was asleep, when he approached me from behind. I was looking out his window into the pool of my backyard.
"You know, girl, I was watching you out there. I saw you playing with yo’self. I saw you walkin around naked. Mmm, I wanted you the second I saw that pretty white body."
"Ralph," I turned around, kissing him hard, leading him back to bed.
-6-
A few months later, Ralph’s house was spotless. I pretty much lived there, taking care of him while he took care of me. He ate me out everyday, both my ass and pussy, like it was his meals. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Afterward, we’d fuck.
I remember that night well. It was the night learned about a lot of things.
Ralph’s cock was inside my ass, all the way in my rectum. I was on my tummy, my body covered in sweat. His large, black hand came down on my asscheek, slapping it hard, sweat dispersing. He was cumming, injecting his seed into my stomach.
"Girl, you know I love you, right?" He said, pulling out of my butt, rolling to his back.
"Of course. I love you too, Ralph."
"There’s something I got to be honest with you about."
"What it is?" I sat up, concerned.
"Your boy, Carter, he ain’t what you think he is."
"I know that. He barely pays attention to me, he has no sex interest in me, he –"
"I love you. I love you a lot. You know that right?"
"Ralph, yes, of course. What’s wrong."
"I love you as much as I loved my late wife."
"Ralph," I caressed the old man’s face.
"You believe me right?"
"Yes, please tell me what’s wrong."
"Carter, not long after you and him moved in, spoke to me outside your house. I was being myself, actin like an old fool. You know how I am. He came over to visit me. Kept talkin to me about shit. He asked me to do shit. Stuff I wasn’t sure I could do. But I love white pussy, so I did it. He asked me to make sure you cheat and you be with me in my bed, on my dick, as much as possible. He did not tell me why."
"What," the blood drained from my face.
"I had to tell you the truth, because now girl, I’m in love with you. I want you to be my wife. I had to tell the truth."
I got off the bed and paced around the room. I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t talk, my heart was racing.
"If you don’t wanna be with me anymore. I’ll understand. Just know the last few months with that white pussy on me, that perfect body on me, my dick in your pretty mouth, has been the best few months I’ve had since my wife passed. I love you."
Tears were streaming down my face, I had no idea what to say or do. I grabbed my clothes and left.
Deep down I knew why Carter did this. All the supposed work he’s being doing. Deep down I knew.
I rushed over to our house next door. There were no lights on. I thought he wasn’t home. He was. When entered, I heard a woman crying out from our bedroom, followed by a loud slap. I had to see it. I had to confirm.
He left the bedroom door open. I guess he knew I would be at Ralph’s all night. There was woman, dark hair, naked, tied up. Carter was behind her, whipping her with a belt.
"Yeah baby," she moaned. "Harder."
I flinched when I watched my husband whip her. He tossed the belt aside and drove his cock in her. I ran out.
I ran back to Ralph’s crying. He held me, not sure what else do to. I was crying because it was all set up. I was crying because I didn’t know if this love with Ralph was real. I was crying, because I was hurt that a man I used to love, that I married, Carter, would manipulate things like this.
"I’m sorry," Ralph whispered. "Please forgive me."
I wiped my tears, sat up, and kissed him.
******
I moved in with Ralph. Carter and I divorced. It was so odd too. I would be getting fucked while standing at the window, watching Carter on the phone, walking around the pool. I wondered if he was talking to a new woman. When an orgasm overcame me, I forgot about Carter.
Ralph and I never married, but were basically husband and wife. It lasted two years. He died in my arms, while we were making love.
The funeral was small. Several older white women, senior citizens, attended. The consoled me, telling me they knew him when they were younger. I smiled, assuming they were his first wife’s friends that she shared his perfect black cock with.
In Ralph’s will, he left me everything. Carter since moved away about a year after the divorce. The house we lived in next door was sold to a family with small kids. Something Carter and I could’ve had. Either way, I sold Ralph’s home and moved away too. I remember my last day there, looking out the window from Ralph and my bedroom. I saw kids playing in the pool.
I got an apartment closer to the airport and kept on working and living.
I met several black men while on the job. One in particular, a huge man named Ronnie, was a frequent flyer to LA. When Ronnie and I had sex on the plane, then later at his hotel room, I pretended he was much younger version of Ralph.
I dated a nice man, he was white. But it didn’t work out. Sex with him wasn’t nearly as good as with Ralph, or even Ronnie, but it didn’t work out for other reasons.
I kept flying and fucking, never getting caught.
A few years later, here I am, on the east coast having sex with my brother, Scott. Our mom invited us to live with her. Once I found out the home was filled with incest, it was only a matter of time before I gave in and experienced the greatest sex I’ve ever had.
"He’s here," My mom, Holly, peeped in on Scott and I.
I still love black cock and after I take care of Scott, I enjoy a nice black dick on occasion. Mom has been doing the same. TJ is his name. She invited him over to meet me.
I greeted him naked, shook hands and took him to another bedroom. I looked over my shoulder and saw my naked mother head into Scott’s room.
TJ was also hugely muscular. I pretended he was a younger Ralph; I came as soon as TJ entered me.
The end.
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