Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Defiled Young Housewife: EP34

Reggie smiled handing Dave the bottle of Michelob he had already opened for him in the kitchen, condensation dripping down the cold glass like beads of sweat. "Here you go, bro. Drink up." After bumping bottles with Reggie in a toast, Dave guzzled his third brew.

A little while later, Dave dozed off, the dim glow from the television providing the only light in the room and giving each of their complexions a ghostly appearance.

Christy had fallen asleep as well, her head resting on Reggie's shoulder. Reggie's hand rubbed her inner thigh and then stealthily moved to her crotch. He unbuttoned her pants and slid his hand inside her panties.

"Oh, yes, oh, that feels good," Christy quietly murmured in her sleep. "Oh, I'm your girlfriend and I love you." She was having a familiar dream as he masturbated her. She awoke, grabbed his wrist and tried prying his hand out of her pants. "No, Reggie. Stop. Not now and not here. Dave will wake up and see us," she whispered. If Dave woke it wouldn't be good.

"He ain't waking up tonight, so don't you worry about him, baby. I've taken care of that."

Christy wasn't sure exactly what Reggie meant, but he pulled her onto his lap as if Dave wasn't there.

Reggie's fingers moved faster inside Christy's pants and her face contorted from an orgasm. "No, please stop," she quietly mewled, Reggie defiantly pulling down her jeans and panties right in front of her husband.

Wet sounds filled the room. They faced Dave with her legs spread open as she straddled Reggie's lap.

Reggie flashed Dave the pink insides of his wife's glistening pussy, gingerly separating her labia with his black fingers. Dave, however, peacefully slept, ignorant of all that was occurring in front of him.

happening to her without ever coming to her rescue? She twisted with discomfort, Reggie's arm around her thin waist holding her in his lap. Her fidgeting subsided as orgasm approached. Reggie removed Christy's shirt and bra, his hand sliding to her cute breasts, tweaking her nipples, and his other hand working her quivering pussy. Christy quietly struggled to stop Reggie, fearful of Dave waking and seeing them, and angry

in and out of her tight pink folds. The way his entire cock fit inside her seemed

Reggie's lap, trying to stop before Dave woke;

his time. He grabbed Christy's chin, turned her face and

explored her mouth. Her hips began moving with more determination, euphoria bonding them together along with his deep penetration Dave was incapable of delivering. She didn't

her completely, flowing down his shaft, while her throbbing cunt milked every squirt from him. It was the wee hour

bed, leaving Dave alone in the living

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grew shorter, and the trees began losing their leaves. The cold night

as he prepared to enter her. "Promise me you won't hurt him

I'll always take care of you and

you sure he won't wake up

sunk his cock into her warm welcoming pussy. "We won't

secretly had plans for him. An apparent robbery that would turn deadly awaited Dave the next time he worked late night at the warehouse. The only thing that would be left of Dave would be the wedding picture of him on her dresser, watching every night as Reggie fucked the young widow Dave was going to leave behind. Reggie

line that sometimes separates love from hate. He could never fully loose his resentment for white folks, but Christy was no longer his vessel for punishing them. She became more than just an object of beauty used for his

louder. They left the bedroom