Another Cheating Wife Bundle!: Sexy 3-Story Erotic Collection

by Fleming, Felicity

  And that, perhaps, was her biggest point of annoyance. As Susie put her foot to the floor, she snarled at the suggestion that she’d do anything inappropriate with her hunky karate instructor. But she also snarled because Marcus had called her out on considering it.

  The truth be told? She thought Sensei Desmond – a towering African-American man very much in the ‘Afro Samurai’ mold – was super-hot.

  She wasn’t intending to do anything about it, but she was largely ‘volunteering’ at the karate center just to get out of the house, and to get to spend a few hours with somebody different, and interesting, and attractive – and who flirted with her.

  She thought it was innocent, and fun. And Marcus had just made it all sound dirty, and sordid. And not a little… interesting.

  Chapter Two

  At ten PM that night, the NJ DoJo School of Karate was closed for business, but the lights were still on.

  In the office, Sensai Desmond was sat doing paperwork, while Susie was mopping the padded mats in the dojo space. The sound of 80s on Eight echoed through the speaker system.

  It was calm, and quiet, and Susie was enjoying the solitude and the mindless work.

  That was, until the door of the karate school swung open and a loud, British voice bellowed: “I knew it!”

  Susie stopped, and looked up.

  There was a pitter patter of feet down the corridor, and then she heard the door to the lounge swinging open and another cry of: “I knew it!”

  Then more silence.

  Finally, the door of the dojo itself was slammed open, and Susie’s husband stood framed in the doorway waving an accusatory finger.

  “I knew it!” He barked, pointing at Susie.

  And then he paused. And slowly lowered his finger.

  Finally, meekly and calmly, he asked: “W-what are you doing?”

  Susie narrowed her eyes.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” She asked. “I’m mopping the mats down.”

  By this time, the commotion had brought Sensei Desmond out of his office, and the towering black man stepped up behind Marcus and crossed his burly arms in front of his massive chest.

  “What the heck is going on here?” He asked with a good natured chuckle.

  Marcus looked thoroughly disgruntled.

  “I burst in here at 10pm to catch you too in the act,” he snapped. “You really think I believed that you’d have my gorgeous wife in here at 10pm, mopping down the bloody mats?”

  And then he shook his head.

  “But it turns out you did.”

  Desmond looked confused.

  “Yo, yo,” he said defensively. “Your wife explained the arrangement, right? She volunteers for a few hours a week – cleaning the place up – and I give you guys free fitness classes.” He narrowed his big, brown eyes. “Dude, you didn’t think I was doing anything inappropriate with your wife, did you?”

  Marcus rolled his eyes.

  “Truth be told? I absolutely bloody did.” He admitted. “In fact, I’m surprised that the only thing that I could be more outraged about is the fact that you’re not.”

  Marcus span and turned to Sensei Desmond, looking up fearlessly at the towering black man.

  “You!” He snapped, poking the huge karate instructor in the chest. “What’s the deal, brother? You don’t find my wife attractive?” He jerked a thumb in the direction of Susie. “You drag her out here late at night, when you’re both all alone, and the best use of her time you can come up with is to mop the fucking floor?”

  Sensai Desmond was a black belt in seven martial arts, but that was one attack he didn’t have a defense for.

  “I… Erm… I mean…”

  “And you!” Marcus turned to Susie. “You really can’t think of anything you’d rather do than drive out to a drafty karate dojo late on a Sunday night and mop the floor for five dollars an hour?” He shook his head. “We have floors that need mopping back at home, and if you’re really so worried about money, there are a lot more profitable things you can be doing with your time than acting like a fucking cleaning lady.”

  He shook his head sadly.

  “Is this what it’s really come down to? That you’re so desperate to get out of the house and away from your husband that you’d come and mop floors late at night instead?”

  “I…” Susie, too, seemed floored by that accusation.

  Marcus shook his head sadly.

  “I’m honestly disappointed in both of you.”

  Chapter Three

  Marcus started walking towards the front door, shaking his head.

  Sensei Desmond just stood there, absolutely floored by what had happened.

  Susie, on the other hand, threw down the mop and went running after her husband.

  “Marcus, baby,” she managed to catch him when he was at the front door. “I’m sorry.” She moved to hug him, and he stepped out of reach. “It’s not that I don’t love you, or that I need to be away from you…”

  And then she paused.

  Looking up with her big, brown eyes, Marcus’s wife then corrected herself. She admitted: “Okay, perhaps it is that.”

  She shrugged.

  “You’re away at work all day. I’m stuck at home.” She sniffed. “I get bored. And don’t take this the wrong way, but I kind of want to go out and have my own life… See my own people.” She jerked her thumb towards Sensei Desmond. “And Desmond and I are friends, and I like hanging out with him.”

  She shrugged.

  “Y’know what? It’s just kind of nice – going out, spending a few hours with somebody else. And because I’m mopping the floors, I don’t feel like it’s an obligation. It’s just easy.”

  Marcus paused in the doorway.

  Then he shrugged.

  “I get it,” he admitted. Then he moved forward and wrapped his arms around his wife. “In fact, I kind of suspected something like that.” He kissed her. “I know I’m not the easiest person to hang out with all the time, so if you need this?” He shrugged. “I’m cool with it.”

  And then he paused.

  “But I meant it about the floors back home. I don’t want to come in here and see these mats shining, while ours are so dirty the cat gets stick to them every time she jumps off the counter.”

  Susie snorted with laughter.

  “Okay, well, I’ll work on that.”

  And then Marcus looked up.

  Sensei Desmond was standing in the doorway, looking intensely relieved that Marcus and Susie had apparently repaired their marriage.

  But Marcus wasn’t done with the handsome black guy yet.

  “And you!” He snapped, smiling as he pointed an accusing finger at the karate instructor. “I expect better from you. If you’re going to give my wife free fitness lessons, the least you should have extorted out of her is a blowjob.”

  And then, laughing, Marcus leaned down and kissed his wife on the cheek.

  “Have fun mopping the floors. I’m going home to bed. I’ve got to be in the city early tomorrow.”

  And then he was gone; the sound of his vintage Cadillac roaring off into the distance.

  Susie laughed, and shook her head.

  She turned around to Sensei Desmond and said: “I’m so sorry about that.”

  Desmond laughed, his chuckle deep and rich.

  “Don’t worry about it, hun. Your husband had every right to be suspicious. I’m pleased we were able to put his mind at ease.”

  “Well, he actually seemed even more mad than if we had been fooling around,” she shook her head. “Men’s psychology is really fucked up.”

  “Ha!” Desmond laughed. “It’s because he thinks you’re a sex goddess. He doesn’t understand why any man would have you mopping the floors when there are other services you could be providing instead.” He narrowed his eyes. “I mean, your husband’s right. You’re far too pretty and sexy to be a cleaning lady.”

  Susie blushed.

  “Oh, stop, you.”

  An
d then Sensei Desmond pushed his luck.

  “Well, y’know… Since he’s so unhappy about the cleaning thing… Maybe we should take his suggestion.” And as he said that, he reached down the elasticated front of his karategi pants and pulled out his cock.

  Chapter Four

  Susie gasped.

  Desmond’s half-hard dick fell more than half-way to his knee. It was meaty, and veiny, and black – and almost as long and thick as her entire forearm.

  Immediately, her panties were soaked.

  “B-bradley,” Susie stammered, standing in the doorway watching her handsome friend start to stroke his big, black cock. It was getting engorged with blood – standing to attention eagerly. “B-bradley, this isn’t right.”

  “Shit, it was your husband’s suggestion,” Desmond explained, eyes flashing. “I mean, you heard the man. In return for those free lessons you wanted, I should use you for what nature intended – and that sure as shit isn’t mopping floors!”

  His cock was fully-hard now, and he was stroking it eagerly.

  Susie stood there for a second, with her mouth dry and her panties moist.

  It didn’t take her long to decide.

  “O-okay,” she gulped. “I mean, I suppose that’s what Marcus was kind of implying.” She knew, of course, that he’d implied no such thing. “But if we’re going to do this, we have to lay down some guidelines.”

  “Like what?” Desmond laughed. “You slap twice if you need to come up for air? That kind of thing?”

  Susie snorted.

  “No, you pig. The arrangement.” She rolled her eyes. “I was going to volunteer nine hours a week in return for those lessons. I think a blowjob would cover a whole month’s worth.”

  Sensei Desmond’s eyes flashed. He grinned.

  “Well, I don’t know about that. I think maybe once a week would be fair.”

  “Once a week?” Susie cocked her hips sassily. “Honey, you just wait until you’ve seen what I can do with my mouth. You’ll think you’re getting a bargain.”

  The big man laughed uproariously.

  “Okay, okay. How about twice a month. A bimonthly blowjob. Sound fair?”

  Susie didn’t know. All she was aware of was that her pussy was throbbing insistently, and her mouth was watering at the thought of wrapping her lips around that magnificent, black dick.

  “O-okay,” she nodded. “That sounds fair.” And then she looked over her shoulder, and saw that standing in the lobby of the karate school meant that anybody in the parking lot would have been able to look through the glass windows and see Sensei Desmond standing there, with his hard dick sticking out.

  “Ahem,” she pointed to the doorway. “Maybe we should take this to the dojo.” She giggled. “It would be free advertising for anybody looking in through the window – but possibly not the sort of free advertising you want!”

  Desmond laughed. Snapping his pants elastic back over his hard-on, he grabbed Susie’s hand and pulled her through the doorway.

  A moment later, they were standing on the squishy padded mats in the dojo, in front of a wall of shatter-proof mirrors.

  “Okay, sweetheart,” Sensei Desmond grinned, pulling down his pants and letting his still half-hard cock flop out, “where were we?”

  Susie turned to him and giggled.

  “Well,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of the handsome karate instructor, “I guess I better get to work.”

  Chapter Five

  Susie found herself kneeling down on the soft padded mats, in front of Desmond’s huge cock. It literally radiated warmth, and she drank in the musk as she took a deep breath to prepare herself.

  She lifted her small hands, and her slender white fingers curled around his big, black shaft. She giggled as she felt it throb and swell as she struggled to close her fingers around it.

  “Y’know, I’ve seen the outline of this through your karategi pants so many times while we were taking class.” She bit her bottom lip. “I always wondered if it would measure up in the flesh.”

  “Well?” Desmond asked, peering down at the pretty housewife stroking his cock. “Does it?”

  Susie licked her lips: “Oh, it more than measures up.”

  And then she started planting kisses up and down the enormous shaft.

  Sensei Desmond threw back his head and groaned as he felt her lips against his hard-on. He stretched one hand down and slithered his thick, black fingers through Susie’s hair, and helped guide her head as she kissed, and then licked his big, black cock.

  “That’s fucking amazing,” he groaned, and Susie giggled again, before ducking her head and running her tongue over his heavy, egg-sized balls. “Fuuuuck.”

  Susie’s head reeled. Her nostrils were filled with his musky, manly scent. Her tongue tasted the delicious salt of Desmond’s skin. She licked luxuriously, swimming in the sensation, tonguing his balls and then slathering her tongue all the way up his shaft – inch after inch – until Desmond’s big, thick dick was glistening with saliva.

  And then she opened her mouth wide, and engulfed the swollen head of his cock.

  “Fuuuuck,” Desmond groaned, knees nearly buckling as he felt the warm, wet, delicious sensation of Susie’s mouth on his dick.

  “Mmmmph,” Susie said, her voice unintelligible. Not that Desmond was listening. He was moaning at the delicious sensation of Susie’s tongue swirling around the head of his cock, and her mouth swallowing more and more of him.

  “Oh, Jesus,” he groaned, fingers tightening in her hair. “You were right. I’m getting a bargain.” His knees nearly buckled again. “You suck dick like a fucking pornstar, baby.”

  Susie giggled, her mouth full of cock.

  Pulling Desmond’s dick from between her lips, Susie fluttered her eyelashes and said: “Worth more than having to do this twice a month?”

  Desmond smirked, and tightened his fist in Susie’s hair. Grabbing her head, he maneuvered her mouth back onto his dick.

  “A deal’s a deal, honey,” he grinned.

  For a long few moments, the only sound echoing around the dojo was the wet slurping of Susie’s hot mouth on Desmond’s cock, and his earnest moans and groans.

  Susie was worshipping his big dick, caressing and massaging Desmond’s heavy balls with one hand, and stroking the base of his shaft with the other. All the while, she bobbed her head on the big, black cock, and licked and sucked, and slurped and moaned and groaned with little, muffled grunts of pleasure.

  “Oh, fuuuck,” finally Desmond used Susie’s hair to pull her mouth from his cock. His dick left her mouth with an audible ‘pop’, and she looked up with strings of saliva stretching from his glistening shaft to her swollen lips.

  “I gotta fuck you,” Desmond groaned, looking down into Susie’s big, brown eyes.

  “That wasn’t part of the deal,” Susie giggled, using her saliva as lubrication as she stroked up and down on Desmond’s massive shaft.

  “I don’t care. I’ll give you a month free… Six months free. Whatever. Just get your pants off.”

  Susie giggled.

  “It’s a deal.”

  Chapter Six

  Susie released Desmond’s cock, and clambered up to her feet. Hooking her thumbs into her sweat pants, she pulled them off easily – taking with them her panties, until she was standing there in her hoody and socks, with her deliciously plump rump and thick thighs bare to the world.

  “Fuuuck,” Desmond groaned, mouth-watering. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

  “Okay,” Susie grinned, throwing her sweat pants and panties over her shoulder. “Where do you want me?”

  Desmond growled, and practically scooped Susie up into his arms. Both hands wrapped around her, taking a bare ass-cheek in each palm, he physically lifted her up, and pressed his lips hard against hers.

  They made out like that, the towering black man holding her aloft, for what seemed like forever. Susie was in heaven. Desmond’s soft, thick lips writhed deliciously against hers, and h
is hands on her ass were delicious close to the entrance to her pussy.

  Which was soaking, by the way.

  Making things even more intense was Desmond’s erection, poking straight up – and actually brushing against the entrance to her cunt.

  Susie moaned, knowing that if Desmond lowered her just a few inches, she’d sink straight onto that big, thick, delicious cock of his.

  But apparently he had other plans.

  With a snarl, the enormous black man threw Susie onto a stack of padded mats and spread her legs. A moment later, he was on top of her, pinning her down, and sliding between her thighs.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned, grabbing the base of his cock, and positioning it at the entrance to her glistening pussy. Susie moaned. She needed him.

  “W-wait,” she struggled, holding him by his hips to prevent the thrust that she knew would impale her. “D-do you have protection?”

  “Protection?”

  “Yeah,” Susie moaned needfully. “You know.”

  “I’ve got a .38 under the front desk, if that’s what you mean.”

  “N-no,” Susie rolled her eyes, struggling not to lift her hips and impale herself on his beautiful cock. “A c-condom.” She squirmed needfully. “Unnngh. I’m not on the pill.”

  Desmond grinned hungrily.

  “Honey, believe it or not I didn’t expect to get laid tonight,” he nuzzled the head of his cock between the lips of Susie’s pussy. “I sure as hell didn’t think ahead to bring a rubber.”

  Susie felt his big cock slithering up and down between the lips of her pussy, rubbing against her clitoris. She moaned hotly.

  “O-okay,” she groaned. “B-but you have to pull out before you cum. You promise?”

  “Uh huh.”

  She punched him, hard.

  “You promise?”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Desmond nodded, and thrust his hips forward.

  Susie arched back and cried out, as she felt Desmond’s thick, throbbing cock sink effortlessly inside her.