Seducing the Horny Housewives: Complete series, #1–3 (Forbidden, fertile, interracial, cheating, pregnancy)

by Anya Aurelie

  Marcus got completely naked, giving his cock a few strokes as it popped out of his boxers, distributing the moisture from the tip of his cock over the length of him. Then he went around the front of Colleen and watched her take him in with her eyes, all of his nakedness in front of her, that gleaming black skin and huge, foot-long cock. The way she gasped, he had no doubt it was the biggest she’d ever seen.

  While she stayed in position, he knelt in front of her and she brought her face up to him. When the tip of her tongue made its first contact with the head of his cock, it was more amazing than he’d ever dreamed. Her hot, wet tongue licked languidly up and down him, and he had to concentrate to keep from blowing his load right there. She felt incredible. He moaned and moved in closer, and she took the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around over it before moving down further and taking more of him inside of her.

  Marcus wondered how much of his cock would fit down her throat. She was a good little housewife, but he could tell she had an inner slut to be unleashed. He got closer and closer, pushing himself further inside of her mouth, and she continued to take him in. Finally, he felt his cock hit the back of her throat, and almost all of him was encompassed by her moist mouth.

  After a moment, she pulled off of him, gasping. “Oh god, you’re so fucking big,” she said. “You taste so good.”

  He slapped her face a few times across the cheek with his hard member, and she just smiled up at him and took it. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her onto him again, and she eagerly began lapping at him. He loved the darkness of his cock against her light pink lips and pale face.

  Finally, he stood up again, and she collapsed into the mat face-first, stretching herself out like a cat.

  “That’s right, relax,” he coaxed. “You’re gonna need to be relaxed for this.”

  Marcus moved back around behind her and sat on her thighs, staring down at the big hole he had made in her yoga pants between her legs. He reached into the hole now and pulled those red panties to the side, revealing a few inches of skin, exactly the skin he been daydreaming about. He saw her delicious glistening cunt, wet and dripping for him, looking ready to take whatever he had to give her.

  He had plenty to give her. But not yet.

  First, he stroked her pussy with his thumb, using his other fingers to hold the red panties back. The perfection of her curves was almost enough to send him over the edge already, but he made himself resist doing the one thing he wanted to do most.

  Marcus’s thumb glided over the slickness of her clit, and then he moved his hand back up through her folds and pushed his thumb deep inside of her.

  “Fuck yeah, take me,” she groaned. He pushed deeper inside of her, then began making swirling motions with his thumb, feeling how wet she was deep within her folds.

  Moving off of her legs briefly, Marcus leaned down and, with his nose mere inches from her pussy, breathed in her scent. She smelled amazing. He kept leaning forward toward her, and finally his lips made contact with her wet pussy lips. He rubbed his lips against her, coating himself in her liquids, before reaching out his tongue and stroking her with it, up and down her glistening slit.

  Soon Colleen was moaning and thrashing beneath him, and he knew that she was close to the edge. He didn’t let her fall, though. He wanted to make her come with his cock, not his tongue.

  So he pulled away from her. His cock was hurting, having been hard for so long, desperately needing to push inside of her. And now, finally, it was time. Marcus ripped the seam a little bit wider open, shoved her panties aside again, and then began pushing his cock inside of her.

  She was so tight. At first he thought he would only get the tip in, but she wiggled and writhed against him, and slowly, slowly he pushed further and further inside of her.

  He watched as his ebony cock disappeared inside this bright pink pussy, and he throbbed a little more to think of her unsuspecting husband, who probably assumed his wife was such a good little girl who could never do to him what he was doing to her. If he thought that, oh how wrong he was.

  When Marcus was all the way inside of her, he began to move, slowly at first. Holding onto both ass cheeks for support, soon he was pounding into her tight cunt, which was just as he’d imagined it — impossibly tight, yet perfectly able to accept him once he’d worked his way in.

  She pushed back into him, lifting her ass into the air, and he grabbed and slapped her ass, watching himself pull out of her, covered in her fluids, then push back in with ease. Oh god, she was so tight.

  They fucked there on the floor, on the mat, through that hole in her pants, and Marcus could see that her red panties were getting soaked through with her juices. She was a juicy one, alright.

  “Give me that big black dick!” she bellowed, and he thrust into her harder, quickening his pace.

  Her pussy felt amazing, and soon Marcus couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Colleen, can I come inside of you?” he gasped, and she pushed her ass up harder into him.

  “Please,” she moaned. “That’s the perfect revenge on my husband, to have him come home to a wife with a pussy full of a black man’s cum.” And then her moans got higher pitched, frantic, and Marcus felt her pussy beginning to spasm around him. Feeling her come sent him over the edge, and he too felt the tension build within him and then he poured himself into her, filling her tight pussy with his seed.

  When every drop was out of him, he collapsed on top of her, feeling his cum begin to ooze out of her around his cock and drip onto the mat. Finally, he pulled out and rolled off of her, then watched her drip some more. It was a beautiful sight, this used-up, tiny young woman.

  Colleen sighed contentedly, then stood up on shaky legs. “My husband has never fucked me like that,” she said appreciatively. Standing, the hole in her yoga pants was hardly noticeable, and when she pulled on bra and shirt, she looked almost like she had coming in, aside from mussed hair. Marcus was glad, as he hadn’t even thought about what she would leave in if he destroyed her pants.

  “Best training session yet, I think,” she said to him.

  He stood up too and begin to put his clothes back on. “I agree,” he said, unable to contain the smile that spread across his face.

  One down, he thought as he watched Colleen head toward the door. He let them both out and locked up behind them. This had been fun, and way easier than he’d expected. He wondered if he would get Colleen pregnant, and felt a thrill at the idea.

  There was no way he was letting Andre win this one. As he got into his car and pulled out of the gym parking lot, he was already thinking about who his next conquest would be.

  Seducing the Horny Housewives, #2

  “So,” Andre said, leaning up against the reception desk at the gym and peering at Marcus, “how are you coming along in our little contest?”

  Marcus looked quickly around him, worried that someone was in hearing range, though the receptionist had stepped away for a moment. No one looked to be paying them any attention.

  “Not so shabby,” Marcus said with a grin. “One down.”

  “Oh yeah?” Andre asked with interest. “Who’s that?”

  Marcus lowered his voice further. “You know Colleen?” He remembered the young housewife’s tight, naked stomach on the mat below him, the way her breasts had quivered when he grabbed them…the way her beautiful wet, pink cunt looked when he thrust his thick, dark cock inside of it.

  The men shared a knowing smile. Yes, Andre knew Colleen.

  It had been only four days since they’d made the bet — the bet about which of them could fuck more of their young, married, and well-to-do personal training clients. They had two weeks to get into as many panties as they could, and Marcus thought he was doing pretty well having already seduced one woman in that short a time.

  “How about you?” he asked his friend. “Any luck?”

  “Oh, I don’t need luck,” Andre said. “When I’ve got —” and he cut himself off w
ith a nod toward his cock.

  “So let’s hear it,” Marcus said. “Do you have anyone yet?”

  “I have two,” Andre said proudly, grinning at Marcus. “You’d better get moving, boy.”

  “Two?” Marcus repeated. “It’s been less than a week! How’d you do that?”

  Andre just smiled at him, shook his head like it was a skill that could not be taught, and walked away with a swagger Marcus wanted to knock out of him the moment he saw it.

  He had to win. He wanted to show this arrogant bastard what he was made of. For one, he definitely didn’t want to be stuck with Annette Hollingson as a personal training client for the next few months — the absolute worst customer at their gym, and who was about to be up for grabs now that her trainer had put in his two weeks’ notice. Thus the two weeks of the contest. But for another, he just straight-up couldn’t stand the thought of losing, especially to Andre. And especially when winning involved fucking multiple tight little white housewife pussies he’d been dreaming about for years.

  But he’d have to get to work.

  Who next? he wondered, glancing up and down his list of personal training clients, trying to figure out who might be into getting some “extra special” attention after a training session.

  As he perused his client list and mentally marked women off the list, he saw Laurel walk by. Laurel had been coming to the gym for as long as Andre had been working there, and she had caught him attention right away. She had long, blonde hair, a tight waist, and lips that looked like they loved to suck cock. She was probably in her early to mid-20s, and her figure was amazing. She had curves in all the right places, her body thin in the center but heavy in the breast. Oh, those breasts. Big and round and perfect.

  But she was definitely not on the menu: Not only had Marcus never been officially introduced to Laurel — he’d only admired her from afar — but her husband was one of the most powerful men in town. He was CEO of a Fortune 100 company, and Marcus didn’t even like to think about what he’d do to him if the man caught him fucking his wife.

  Not that she’d probably be into it anyway. She rarely talked to anyone else at the gym, was simply in and out without chit-chat, without making friends. To be fair, she didn’t have much opportunity to make friends with the workouts she did — every day, Laurel came to the gym, swam for 45 minutes, and then left. Marcus had to admit that the underwater environment wasn’t very conducive to socializing. But something about her made him guess that she wouldn’t be very friendly if he did approach her.

  But that didn’t stop him from staring. He guessed that she’d be able to fit quite a bit of him inside that luscious mouth, even with the 12-incher he carried around. He imagined it going in and out of her mouth, imagined her looking up at him with those big, blue eyes. She could even keep her swimsuit on while she did it — Marcus loved getting glimpses through the pool-room window at the black fabric stretched tight over her curves, her tits showing ample cleavage that just couldn’t be contained in the suit. It was only too bad that it was a one-piece, because with all that swimming he was pretty sure that her stomach would be a sight worth seeing.

  His cock stirred just thinking about it.

  Marcus tried to clear his head, forcing himself to look back down at his client roster, ignoring thoughts of Laurel. The corners of his eyes were still tracking her movements across the gym and into the locker room, and it was only after she’d disappeared from view entirely that he was able to focus again.

  Okay. Who to try to seduce? Melanie, a new client, would be arriving in just a few minutes. She was hot for sure, and Marcus thought he’d caught her staring at his chest and arms more than once during their training sessions together.

  Yes, he decided. He’d go for Melanie. Tall and lean with dark hair and a sexy grin, he could definitely see himself balls deep inside of her. If she’d have him. Besides, if he wanted to beat Andre, he needed to avoid being too picky. This was about volume, quantity. The more the better.

  When he saw Melanie’s lanky figure come through the front doors of the gym, Marcus looked her up and down with new, appraising eyes. Those legs were something else, very nicely sculpted, and her shoulders, just the right amount of curve for a woman. He gave himself a mental pat on the back for making her do all those delt exercises.

  Marcus imagined himself bending her over the reception desk and pulling down those tight pants. What sort of panties would she wear? Something dark, he guessed. She didn’t seem to wear bright colors very often. Then again, maybe she was all bright colors underneath.

  Nah, he decided. Definitely black, gray, or brown. That could be sexy…He paused to consider what she’d look like in just her underwear, and didn’t even notice when Melanie had approached him.

  “Hi,” she said, and he jumped slightly, then tried to recover without her noticing.

  “Hey, Melanie,” he said, giving her a playful swat on the arm. “Ready for me to kick your ass with today’s workout?”

  Throughout the session, though, Marcus found himself choosing machines for Melanie to use that provided a view of the pool. Much as he tried to focus on the task at hand — both the task of giving Melanie the workout she’d paid for and the less-professional task of flirting and testing her to see if she’d be receptive to fucking him later — he kept finding himself glancing over at the pool area to see if Laurel was still doing her laps. He got a little thrill every time he caught her in a turn, when instead of doing a flip-turn she’d pop up for a moment, take a breath, adjust her swimsuit, and then turn around to swim the next length of the pool. Every time she popped up, her suit had slipped down so low onto her breasts that he could almost see her nipples, and every time she pulled it back up before the next lap her breasts bounced in protest at being covered.

  He could’ve watched her adjust that black swimsuit all day long. He longed for his hands to cover those enormous, soft breasts, to jiggle them and squeeze them between his fingers.

  And try as he might, Melanie seemed to be a tough case to crack.

  “You’re getting strong,” Marcus said, squeezing Melanie’s bicep suggestively as she did bicep curls with the free weights. “Keep it up and soon you’ll be using these weights.” He lifted the much larger set that he himself used for bicep curls and did a few reps.

  She stared at his muscles as they flexed with the weight, but he thought he detected an eye-roll at the same time. Maybe he was trying too hard. He would have to switch tactics.

  “So what does your husband do?” he asked.

  “He’s a lawyer,” she said.

  Uh-oh, Marcus thought. Does that mean he’d sue me if I slept with his wife? Could someone be sued for that? He made a mental note to find out.

  “And are you, uh…” He struggled to phrase the question ‘Do you have a good relationship?’ “You guys get along pretty well?” He felt lame the moment the words were out of his mouth, and the look on her face suggested she thought the same.

  “He’s the love of my life,” she said, staring Marcus straight in the eyes.

  He gulped. So much for Melanie.

  When the session was over, Marcus had a break between clients for lunch, though it was 2:30, well after normal lunchtime. He was feeling down about how things had gone with Melanie, and was wondering whether he’d even be able to get anyone else in bed. Maybe he’d gotten lucky that one time, with Colleen, but that didn’t mean it would happen again. Maybe Andre had already won.

  Marcus was feeling antsy. He hadn’t brought a lunch, and none of the nearby options sounded good to him. In fact, he wasn’t even hungry, the swirling doubt about whether he could win this contest rising to the surface and drowning out thoughts of anything else.

  Maybe he’d skip lunch today. What he needed, he decided, was a good workout to cure his blues. Getting his endorphins flowing and blood pumping rarely failed to perk up his spirits, and perky spirits was just what he needed today.