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.

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

on his huge pole, his fingers messaging her engorged clit. His black rod travelled in and out of her tight pink folds. The way his entire cock fit inside her seemed to defy the laws of physics.

silently squirmed in Reggie's lap, trying to stop before Dave woke; but Dave never opened

Christy's chin, turned

was incapable of delivering. She didn't care anymore if Dave saw them. Dave, it seemed, had been asleep since Reggie moved in with them - all those

milked every squirt from him. It was the wee hour of the

went to bed, leaving Dave alone in the living room to sleep off what Reggie had secretly put in his

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

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

of you and I won't hurt

you sure he won't wake

pussy. "We won't have to worry about him this evening,

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

had also crossed the tenuous 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.

They left the bedroom door ajar as if no one else was in the house, their two shadowy figures moving in unison