*******
Tiffani woke up at 9am to the sound of her phone – it was her boyfriend’s ringtone. Her head was still throbbing from a hangover and she couldn’t quite make out what room the phone was in. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen. The men were all gone. Sarah was lying next to her naked with her arms and legs sprawled out over the king sized bed. Her hair, face, and breasts were covered in dried cum and her eye makeup was streaked across her cheeks. A semen filled condom was stuck to her leg and another one was on the pillow case just inches from her face. Tiffani stumbled out of bed, fearful that she looked the same way… or worse.
As she walked into the bathroom she noted that her legs felt like rubber; the sort of feeling she got when she was done working out for a long time. Her groin was sore too and her vagina was raw. Her first instinct was to take a shower and wipe the filth from her body. She had cheated on her boyfriend and with three guys simultaneously to add insult to injury. What was I thinking?! she thought. How could I betray his trust like some sick slut? Three black guys!? Oh no…
Tiffani sniffled and did her best to hold back her crying as she looked in the mirror and realized none of it was a dream. Her lipstick was smeared and her mouth and chin still had dried globs of cum clinging to her. Her hair was tangled mess and one of her diamond earrings that Greg had bought her was missing. She was an absolute wreck. She turned on the hot water and slipped behind the glass. Her aching back slid down along the shower wall as she curled up in a ball and stared at the water as it circled the drain, wishing she could somehow merge with it and escape her own body.
Part V - Carol’s Corrupting Ways
Hidden Secrets
If Ben had known what lay beyond the door he had practically held open for his wife, he most certainly would never have opened it. Carol’s trip to San Diego was more than she could have hoped for, especially when it came to Victor.
They met at the resort gym while Ben was off golfing with a buddy who ‘happened’ to be vacationing at the same time with his wife. Ben and his old pal tried pairing off the wives so that they could get a free pass to do whatever they wanted, but Carol couldn’t stand the woman. Everything about the woman grated on her nerves and so she escaped to the one place where Carol was convinced she would never go: the exercise room. It was “too sweaty”, “too dirty”, “too many men”, “not like my gym back home”, and the complaint list went on.
When the bored housewife first saw Victor, she couldn’t believe how cut he was. It was like the man had been sculpted to please her eyes, his dark skin like an ocean of chocolate that she wanted to bathe in. He was flanked by two young blonde women who flipped their hair, touched his arms, and did everything they could to drape themselves over him. But it wasn’t long before his eyes met hers and she did nothing to indicate that she wasn’t interested. Quite the contrary Carol smiled and gave him long stares. That day he escaped the gym without her notice, but the following day he was there again, minus the blondes. It was then that the two began talking and Carol did nothing to hide what she was after.
Her curiosity had not waned about black men since she began watching the movies on the computer. When Ben went on his business trip, she went on an online shopping spree that cost her a $155 for a black, realistic looking dong and a half dozen interracial DVDs. Hiding them was not an issue since the man hadn’t lifted a finger to clean the house in years. She simply tucked the movies under the bed and the toy into her drawer. Of course she had to be somewhat careful; if Ben discovered her infatuation the resulting fight would be epic in proportions. He simply hated black people.
And perhaps that was part of why she enjoyed it so much. Thinking about a black man impaling her with his man tool while she slept with her racist husband made her feel so incredibly naughty. He had no idea about the thoughts in her head, about how she ‘warmed up’ by watching a giant ebony dick penetrate a white woman. And when he was at work, Carol made a special effort to lay in Ben’s half of the bed while she plunged her black dildo in and out of herself, the whole time watching her dirty movies.
After four days of Victor’s magnificence servicing her body and her very first threesome, it was time to head home. The flight in was a distraction as she thought about the text messages on her phone, the dildo in her drawer, the adult DVDs that Ben could never find. There were pangs of jealousy that mixed with lust as she recalled the young bride Jamie and their incredible threesome that last night. Burying her face between the woman’s thighs while Victor pistoned Carol from behind. The housewife simultaneously wanted to think of Victor as her own while still being enthralled by the fact that she had corrupted the newlywed into a black cock loving slut on her wedding day.
These thoughts and feelings should have made her feel guilty, she knew, but they instead left Carol feeling naughty. Not the bad naughty like you got caught eating a cookie from the jar before dinner. The ‘sexy naughty’, the bad girl feeling that made her heart thump and her thighs involuntarily squeeze together as she tried stimulating her mound on the packed airplane.
Because the connecting flight was delayed, Carol and Ben shuffled in at 1am, dropping their bags in the hallway as they did practically crushing her cat in the process. Ben stopped just long enough to check the thermostat and went straight to bed. Carol picked up Rally and pet him, scratching behind his ears as she checked his food and water dish. Something was wrong though…
The house was clean. Too clean. There was the smell of air freshener and the coffee table was free of the magazines she had left on the corner. Instead they were neatly stacked up underneath. Even with her already sleeping husband in it, Carol knew the sheets had been washed and the bed made. As the mom of a teenage girl, she knew the hallmarks of a party. Little did she know that night what kind of party it was.
Exposed Secrets
Ben was a pill that morning getting up for work but once he was gone Carol was free to check on things without his prying eyes. What she suspected the night before she now knew: Sarah had certainly cleaned up the house.
The first thing she checked was the black toy in the drawer. The box was still closed and the toy appeared clean. Carol hadn’t cleaned it before they left but it wasn’t that easy to tell if it was washed or not; you just had remember that you had done it. Normally that wasn’t a problem since adult toys were rather personal, but now she wasn’t sure if Sarah had found it and cleaned it or been ignorant to it all along. She closed the drawer.
Next she checked under the bed and made sure the DVDs were all there. They appeared undisturbed but it was impossible to remember what order they were in. Carol quickly checked the cases and found everything looking just as she left it. She called off the search.
The brunette woman decided to take a shower before the day got on, turning on the water and cracking open a new razor. When she finally stepped in the water was hot and soothing, cascading over her naked body. It was a long time to just stand in the stream but eventually she realized the hot water wouldn’t last forever; she soaped and then decided to rid her legs and bikini line of any stubble. While shaving, Carol accidentally knocked over one of her shampoo bottles into the trash can and cursed out loud.
“Damn it!” Leaning out of the water stream to fish it out, she pulled the plastic container up and a large used rubber came out with it, sticking to the bottom.
“What the hell is this?” At first she thought it was Ben’s – perhaps having an affair?- but this was bigger than any condom she had seen. It was dried out but it couldn’t have been very old; Carol had emptied the trash shortly before their trip to California.
Carol shook the used prophylactic back into the trash and finished up her shower. Quickly adorning her robe she scrutinized the trash cans in the bathroom, the kitchen, the bedroom, and the living room. She didn’t know exactly what had happened, but she was able to piece it all together once Sarah’s snooping was uncovered.
*******
“Sarah,” her mom called to her room, “Carol
and Ben are back. They want you to go over there.”
Sarah felt a knot in her stomach at the sound of the message. “Did they say why?” she asked from behind her door.
“Carol probably wants to pay you. Just run over there, she wanted you to come by today.”
What did I miss? Did I leave something out of place? Is something missing from the house? Did she figure out I was in her bed? Her daughter’s bed? Using her toy? Watching her DVDs? Sarah’s hands started to get clammy at the thought of being caught. Things had gotten out of hand… WAY out of hand, but there was no going back. Sarah thought about the craziest week of her life as she stood there waiting for Mrs. Stanwick to open the door. She held her breath as she shivered in the cold wearing only a gray hoodie and low rise jeans.
“Hi, Sarah!” Carol smiled as she opened the door. “Come in, get out of the weather. Come in!” Carol was wearing a green scoop neck tee that showed off a nice tan that she must have gotten from past week and beige draw string pants that showed off her athletic figure. Sarah hoped she looked as good as her when she hit her forties.
“How was your vacation?” Sarah asked nervously.
“Oh, it was fantastic. California is like a different country. Certainly more pleasant than here with all the ice and snow. Have you been there?”
“No, I went to Mexico once though for the last Spring break. It was pretty cool. Uhm… My mom said you wanted me for something?”
Carol was walking into the kitchen, “Come on in. Please. I have your money for you.” The two women walked through the living room and the cat trotted out from the bedroom and rubbed along her leg as she went. Mrs. Stanwick grabbed an envelope off the sink counter and handed it to Sarah. “I put a little extra in there. My little Rally is so thankful, aren’t you baby?” She picked up the cat and gave him several kisses on the nose. “Was he well behaved?”
Sarah slipped the envelope into her back pocket, “Yeah, he was great. I played with him a lot and he actually came out from under the bed to play a few times. He was cool.”
Carol looked at her intently when she mentioned looking under the bed and Sarah realized she might have said too much. “Listen, I hate to ditch you but I kinda have to get going. I have an exam at the end of the week I have to go study for.”
“Well, okay, you go then.” Mrs. Stanwick held Rally in her arms and scratched behind his ears, “Thanks again for taking care of my baby here, and the plants and bringing the mail in. Tell your mom I said hello, okay?”
“No problem.” Sarah turned to go when Carol stopped her.
“I almost forgot. I got you a gift too.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” Sarah told her, smiling.
“Oh yes I did. Here you go.” Carol handed the redheaded teenager a wrapped package from behind the kitchen table. “Go on, open it.”
“Right now?”
“Yes. Please.”
Sarah pulled the bright pink bow from the top and looked at the card. FOR SARAH is all it read. She opened up the lid and peered down at the black dildo from Mrs. Stanwick’s drawer. It was covered in Magnum Extra-Large condom wrappers and used, dried out condoms. The teenager turned red and felt dizzy from the embarrassment. She looked at her girlfriend’s mom, her eyes as wide as saucers and her mouth agape. “I, uh, what is-”
“Don’t try to deny you know where these came from. Did you forget to clean out the trash can bins?” She stared icily at her teenage neighbor, “And the toy you found was cleverly placed exactly where you found it, but you used up all my lubricant, Sarah. You couldn’t have found one without the other.”
“Listen, I’m really sorry, I can explain.”
Carol looked at her contemplatively and then sat back in her chair. “Okay, Sarah. Explain it to me. In detail…”
Wicked Webs
Coaxing the information out of Sarah wasn’t nearly as easy as she hoped. Carol knew that the computer hadn’t been touched, but the DVDs were found and watched, the toy used, and Sarah had enjoyed at least two different black men in her house. In her bed. In her daughter’s bed.
“And those were the men from the club?” she asked. Sarah just nodded. “Well, you aren’t my daughter but I am really pissed that you let two strangers into my house, let alone what you were doing in my bed. And Jennifer’s bed too, I needn’t point out.” She stood up and started to walk out of the kitchen when Sarah grabbed her attention.
“I said I’m sorry,” the teenage girl whined. “Listen, you aren’t going to tell my mom, are you?”
Carol raised her eyebrows when Sarah said that. It was a memory of one of the dirty movies she watched. An older woman. An eighteen year old girl. Me rubbing my clit to an exquisite orgasm thinking about the very type of situation that is now happening. A young woman confessing her sexual escapades to the older seductress. No, I can’t. If I cross this line and things go wrong it could be horrible. But what if they go my way? Will a chance like this ever come again?
She looked back at the nineteen year old who was almost a daughter to her. The nineteen year-old who masturbated with my dildo, on my bed, Carol corrected her thinking. Who had sex with well hung black men right where I spent hours fantasizing about doing that very thing.
“Well, I probably should tell your mom…” Carol’s voice was unsure as she heard herself in her own head, careful about crossing the line before her. “But maybe we can keep this a secret between us. That is, if you are okay with certain arrangements?” She gently rested her hand on Sarah’s shoulder and let it linger.
The teen looked at Carol’s hand on her skin, terrified to look into her eyes, nervous at the touch, but not willing to upset her by pulling away. “I, uh- what kind of arrangements?”
“Well, for one, I think I’d like to know more about these men you let into my house. The ones you slept with. I’d like to know a lot more actually.” Carol put her free hand on Sarah’s other shoulder and she felt a noticeable jump in the redhead. She squeezed her shoulders gently, “Relax, Sarah. You are so tense.”
“O-o-okay.”
“As you probably have figured out, my tastes in the bedroom are a lot more ‘diverse’ than you might have thought. If you are willing to introduce me to your friends, it might be a lot of fun for us.”
Sarah swallowed hard, “Us?”
“We just need to understand each other. I know what you like,” Carol pivoted Sarah’s head gently to look at the black dildo, “and now you need to know what I like.” With that she slid her hands down her teenager’s skin along her neck and into her top, feeling Sarah’s small breasts in her hands. Leaning down she brushed her read hair away from her neck with her nose and kissed along her freckled flesh.
The hair on the back of Sarah’s neck was standing straight up and she had goose bumps up and down her arms. She let out a gasp as Jennifer’s mom ran her fingers over her hardening nipples and she gripped the table edge to steady her tightening body. Frozen in place by the shock of the moment, her thoughts raced through a myriad of scenarios. I can’t believe this is happening. What if I stop her? Will she tell my mother what I had done? Would my brother find out or my dad or the neighbors? What would Jenny say? Oh! Now she’s kissing me. This can’t be happening. Mrs. Stanwick is the last person I thought would even try something with another girl. Of course I never thought she would like black men and watch porn and have a dildo and- Now she’s squeezing my nipples. Why am I not stopping this? I can’t possibly let this happen! This is Jenny’s MOM!
Carol pulled Sarah out of her chair and pushed her against the wall, her lips brushing against Sarah’s as she ran her hands over the teen’s petite frame. The redhead looked terribly nervous and she gasped when Carol ran her hand down between her legs. The girl said nothing and Carol continued her exploration of her daughter’s friend. She couldn’t help but smile from the thick feeling of wickedness building in her stomach, the powerfulness of bending little Sarah like a piece of clay. The teen put up her hands like a barrier, afraid to push tho
ugh, hesitant to actually stop the seduction. Carol grabbed her hands and drew them over her Sarah’s head, pinning them against the wall as she transformed her delicate kiss to a full-mouthed lip lock. Her daughter’s friend tried to stay ‘wait’ but the housewife’s forceful wet embrace stifled the word before it could manifest. There was no going back now.
Sarah tingled from her head to her toes as Carol’s toned thigh pushed between her legs and rubbed against her crotch. Nothing could have prepared her for what was happening and she didn’t know if she should try to stop it or if she even wanted it stopped. Dozens of lesbian fantasies were culminating in a single moment that was perversely wicked even by recent standards. She and Jennifer had only kissed the one time. The one evening with Tiffani had her attention spread over four people – their lesbian touches were exciting but brief. Now a woman who was old enough to be her mom –a woman she had even called ‘mom’ on occasion- was unbuttoning her jeans and sucking on her earlobe and whispering dirty things in her ear. One on one, she was full bent on having Sarah sexually and there was nothing to stand in her way. Carol’s fingers slipped into Sarah’s panties and she let out a squeal of pleasure.
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