Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Defiled Young Housewife: EP24

She was getting wet! What was wrong with her and how had she become seduced by this evil gangster? She became angry with herself for staring at Reggie's bulge and having perverse thoughts. He had raped her. He was a monster and she hated him.

The clang of utensils against plates filled the dining room as the three sat for dinner around a beautiful oak table purchased by Dave and Christy during better times. "So, did you have any luck looking for work today?" Dave asked her. Dave's question made Christy remember how she had spent the day and filled her with more guilt. "A couple of prospects maybe," she nervously replied without further explanation. What would she tell him if he questioned her further? "Well, I've got some great news, baby," Dave announced. "I'm getting a $300 bonus, plus earning more overtime. I'm going to the Amarillo warehouse for two weeks. They're short on help there."

Reggie called her 'baby' when they were alone together. She felt uncomfortable hearing Dave say it to her now. Her world was collapsing around her and she was helpless to stop it. She looked worriedly at Dave. "Amarillo is almost 500 miles from here. You mean you won't be home for two weeks? When do you have to go?"

I need to pack some things tonight because I'm leaving tomorrow. It's kind of short notice, but I jumped at the opportunity to earn some extra money."

Dave earned the little bit money they had by working hard and now he was leaving her alone with Reggie for two weeks for a measly $300 bonus. Reggie, on the other hand, had more cash than he could spend by selling drugs and ruining lives. It seemed so unfair to Christy.

Christy noticed Reggie - who sat across from her - grin as she tried to maintain composure. She knew why he was smiling. It was like a sick, inside joke she shared with Reggie that excluded her husband.

alone with Reggie for two entire weeks. Dave had no idea what that would mean - who Reggie was and what he would make her do with him. "Oh, Dave, I don't want you

afraid not. The company is making us share hotel rooms

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Dave off for his trip. Reggie claimed he wanted to pick up some things at the grocery store on the way back, but Christy knew better. Reggie accompanied them

at work, the drive home began in silence, a blur of vehicles and buildings passing outside the car's windows, like

touching me,

and pretend you don't like it. You get real wet and cum an awful

times than she wanted to remember wasn't making love. Silent tears began flowing from Christy's eyes and trickled down her cheeks as she drove home. Reggie's hand was messaging her pussy through her yoga pants. She thought about how distant she was becoming from Dave, how they hadn't made love

her any reprieve from this horrible sex monster that lived with them. It seemed like Reggie never tired of sex. She dreaded

her. Christy had begun showing signs of accepting him during intercourse, but he wanted their relationship to expand past the bedroom. Reggie preferred the challenge of white women, especially ones married to white men. After learning that Christy wasn't taking birth control, Reggie had begun fantasizing about her

have enough money for a hotel, couldn't risk the questions friends or family would

had anticipated her intentions.