Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

White Slut's Club: Ep3

"Mom!" I said exasperated, still torn in different directions. In one respect I was horrified that my mother would cheat on Dad; in another, my head was swimming with vivid fantasies of how it would look and feel to give in to Jake. I could faintly smell how wet my panties were getting.

"What? I'm just saying that years from now you sure don't want to regret that you've never taken a chocolate drive shaft for a ride," Mom continued. Knowing she had my attention again, she returned to her chair.

"I'm married," I reminded my mother.

"I know, and I sure wouldn't say this if Emery was satisfying you sexually," Mom continued. "But he isn't, and he hasn't been doing his job for a long time. It's obvious to anyone who loves you that you're not happy, and there's no reason why you can't be happy once in a while."

"You're suggesting I cheat on my husband?" I demanded hotly.

"I guess I am," she nodded placidly, before adding, "But I would argue it's not actually cheating."

"How so?" I asked. Mom was full of surprises today.

"If the cock under discussion is bigger than your husband's, it isn't cheating," she explained.

"That's ludicrous," I said.

"Not really. Emery can't possibly give you what you need, although the way he's been ignoring you, he likely wouldn't even do that if he had it to give," Mom pointed out.

"I don't think I could do it," I said, the conversation suddenly sobering me up.

"Why not? He doesn't satisfy you. If he were doing his job, you wouldn't be fantasizing about Jake," she said.

"Who said I fantasize about Jake?" I prevaricated.

"Am I wrong?" Mom asked, knowing me too well.

"I didn't say that," I smiled playfully.

going to wonder about,"

"What's that?" I obliged.

go back'

black guys in the past and now you

respond, but the look on her face spoke a thousand words.

do?" I asked,

one sick of being ignored

I questioned, again

"Nope," Mom said.

"Really?"

than your father,"

thing to talk about fucking a black man, even to learn that my mom used to get fucked by a ten inch black cock, but it was another to learn your

she said, although not as a request, but in the stern

I said, even though I obviously

they're not met, we find other

it's cheating," I

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men cheat on us by choosing work over love," Mom countered, an argument that sounded absurd at first, but

for money. In a very real sense he was spending almost all of his time whoring, as if his life was all about money and not me. Mom kept going, "If you were happy at home would this guy be making

he was," I

better than you know yourself," Mom scoffed,

a little wet,"

scolded. "Your panties

funny," I admitted, exasperated at both the conversation and at her always

bet your panties are dripping wet right now, just talking about him,"

completely dry," I sighed. "I'm not saying you should rush into his classroom and fuck

hearing Mom lecture me so bluntly and

true... I loved dirty talk, something Emery was not

proper teacher to submissive slut. I had thought Emery understood that, he sure liked it when we were younger, but although the stereotype is that after the marriage a woman's sex drive fades, in my relationship it had been