EXTRACT FOR
Hotwife Heaven
(Kelly Addams)

Things like that didn't happen to Donna!

Her life was too ordered, too normal... too Boring!

But she wouldn't blame Alan, he hadn't really done anything wrong, unless of course a lack of drive and imagination were taken into account... but how many other wives could tell the same tale. Married three years, the initial adrenaline rush had slowed to less than a trickle, and routine had the couple firmly in its grasp, the spontaneity had all but died.

Work, eat and sleep, that was Alan's life. His job was demanding so he usually came home pale and drained, a shower would usually perk him up for a while, but inevitably after eating he would slip away to dreams, slumbering in his favourite armchair until Donna gave him a nudge as she went off to bed.

Her own life was little different, she managed to make the housework stretch until it almost filled each day, but there's only so many times you can dust. So fantasy helped her kill a few of the long and lonely hours, she had her favourite scenarios from the television, the hunky doctor who was treating her for an almost terminal case of sex addiction, the usual alpha vampire who craved her body almost as much as he craved her blood... and more lurid fantasies, the scenes that made her blush when she played them through in her head... the shifter, a hairy beast, part man but more animal, sometimes a wolf, sometimes a magnificent stallion... and her most secret desire, the waking dream where she found herself tied to a soft bed, her eyes covered. She would feel strange hands on her naked body, soft and slender hands. Then she would feel the nails, long and manicured and she would gasp. The hands caressing her belonged to another woman. Donna would always squeeze her eyes tightly shut to concentrate on the action, the woman would begin to lick her gently, Donna would feel course Big hair between her thighs, an afro! That was the point that always made her groan and shudder, her imagination would then run wild as she felt the blindfold removed, the goddess above her as black as coal and glistening with oil. She would drive her soaking fingers deeper as she imagined her afro lesbian lover squat above her face, the slit of her pussy oozing arousal, and such wonderful contrast, a delicate pink gash in perfect obsidian.

The action rarely went further than that point because Donna would usually cry out softly as her cum flooded just as she imagined dipping the tip of her tongue into the soft pussy hovering above her face. Always she came down from her high filled with feelings of guilt and delicious shame, guilt that she could cheat on Alan so easily, even if it were only in her head, and shame to admit that it was a black woman who fed her most erotic and favourite fantasy.

I'm not a lesbian she assured herself, but I could be... for a very black one!

***

But again, Donna shook her head. 

Things like this didn't happen to her.

She peeped around the net curtain that hung over the front living room window, just to confirm. Her new neighbours were moving in, he was carrying boxes from the back of a new SUV, she was bending into the car, her wide round ass stuck into the air. Flushing deeply Donna slipped a hand inside her panties and found herself soaking. Her new neighbour was beautiful, she was incredibly sexy with full breasts, tight waist and ample ass... she was also the rich colour of coffee with just a drop of cream.

"Oh God, I can't believe it!" Donna groaned and drove her fingers deep, "Please let my fantasy be about to come true!"