Bored Housewives Break the Rules
Deb sipped her cosmopolitan, the ice cubes clinking in the martini glass as she leaned in closer to her friend Aubrey. “It’s been too long since we’ve had some real fun, don’t you think?” Deb purred, her voice dripping with mischief. She plucked a maraschino cherry from her drink and slowly popped it between her glossy lips, savoring the sweet and sour flavor.
Aubrey giggled, raising her own drink in a toast. “Damn right, girl. We’ve been stuck playing the good little housewives for far too long. It’s time to stir up some trouble!”
Deb arched an eyebrow suggestively, her eyes scanning the crowded bar. They landed on a tall, striking black man with chiseled features and piercing eyes. He caught her gaze and flashed a flirty smile, his full lips curving seductively. Deb felt a rush of heat between her thighs.
“Well, hello there, sexy…” she murmured under her breath. The man made his way over, his muscular body moving with confident grace. “Deb,” she purred, extending a manicured hand. “And this is Aubrey.”
“Ladies,” he growled, his deep voice sending shivers down Deb’s spine. “I’m Jamal. And I couldn’t help but notice the two of you from across the room. Stunning.”
Deb preened under the compliment, her ample cleavage drawing his eyes like a magnet. “Why, thank you, sugar. We were just discussing how we need a little…excitement in our lives. Care to join us for a drink? Or maybe more?”
Jamal’s eyes glinted with hunger. “I like the way you think. Let’s get out of here.”
Deb’s pulse raced as they hurried to her place, barely making it inside before they were all over each other. Jamal’s hands roamed her luscious curves, squeezing her round ass and cupping her heavy breasts. “Fuck, you’re built like a goddess,” he groaned, burying his face in her pillowy cleavage.
Aubrey slipped her dress off with a shimmy, revealing her toned body clad in nothing but a lacy thong. “Let’s not forget about me,” she pouted.
“Oh, we haven’t forgotten, baby girl,” Jamal assured her, pulling the thong aside to delve a long finger into her dripping slit. “Gonna make this sweet pussy mine.”
He guided Deb onto the bed and pushed her thighs apart, revealing her glistening pink folds. “My my, look at you. So fucking wet and ready. You want this cock, don’t you?”
“God, yes,” Deb keened, fisting the sheets. “Give it to me. Fuck me like the dirty little housewife I am!”
Jamal obliged, burying his massive black cock inside her with one brutal thrust. Deb screamed, her back arching off the bed. “Fuck! So big!”
He pounded into her relentlessly, grunting with pleasure. “Take it, naughty girl. Fucking take it.”
Aubrey climbed on top, rubbing her slick cunt along his thick shaft. “Mmm yeah, stretch me open. I want to feel you deep in my guts.”
Jamal grabbed her hips and drove up into her, their bodies slapping obscenely. “God, you’re tight. Clenching my dick so good.”
Deb moaned brokenly, her pussy fluttering around his pistoning cock. “Yes, yes, yes! Harder! Fuck us harder!”
The three of them rutted like animals, a sweaty tangle of writhing limbs and bouncing ass. Jamal made them cum over and over, fucking them into a mindless, pleasure-drunk haze.
It was hours later when they collapsed in a satisfied heap, shit-streaked holes quivering and chests heaving. “Holy shit,” Aubrey panted. “I’ve never been fucked so good.”
Jamal grinned lazily, his softening cock slipping out of Deb’s pussy with a wet sound. “Damn straight. Those husbands of yours don’t know what they’re missing.”
Deb stretched like a cat, feeling deliciously used. “Mm, but that’ll be our little secret. The good girls have to get their freak on, too. And that night will be one to remember. No more boring routine.”
She smiled wickedly, already plotting their next tryst. Being a bad girl was so much more fun than being a good wife. And Deb had a feeling this was only the beginning of her wild adventures…