Hot Trophy Wife Need BBC In Her Life

I’m a 5’7” bombshell who gets what I want

 

My husband Pete is the team owner of a football team and I’m his hot trophy wife. He was 20 years my senior when we married. Yes, I’m the hot blonde that has the pick of the litter. But in all honesty, I married for money. I thought all I wanted was security. While having a very secure husband was all good. I needed satisfaction that his 5-inch cock couldn’t give me. One summer my best friend came to visit me in California, where I lived. I stayed in the hills with my husband and worked at one of the biggest realtor companies in the state.

While skinny dipping in the pool in my backyard my bestie, Lavanna, informed me about her hot sex escapades with BBC’s. I was drunkenly vocalizing my need for good sex that I’ve been craving when she told me to just cheat. She said it as if it was all so simple. I knew that if I did I would lose everything. Your hot trophy wife needs cock.

How it all began

She poured into me more of the idea throughout her stay until she left to return to Texas. I thought it over, especially the night I had to feel my husband pumping on top of me. Then collapsing on me after five minutes. I lay beside him pleasuring myself as he snored. I thought about a few that I’ve seen before but were too afraid to have sex with. I even fantasized about a gangbang that drove me to extreme explosion. I’m your hot trophy wife.

The next day I had a showing with this up-and-coming ball player on the West side of the Hills. While showing him the 5 bedroom, 4 bath house I drooled at her demeanor. While he took a solo look around I crushed numbers in the kitchen. As I bend over the counter I felt his presence behind me. As I smelled the tantalizing scent of his Ralph Lauren cologne I started creaming my panties. He pressed his bulge up against me, guessing to see my reaction.

This hot trophy wife got turned out

I slightly swiveled my hips against his and stood up. I wore a gray skirt suit. Short sleeve blazer with a black button-up blouse underneath, matching gray pencil skirt, and black 4-inch pumps. I felt his hands come around my waist then slowly grasp my tits through my top. I couldn’t help it. This was happening. I reached around with my left hand to feel his cock and it was the biggest I had ever touched. Your hot trophy wife was guessing 9 inches. Shamar was his name.

He spun me around to face him and that’s when everything took off. He clutched the back of my head and intensely French kissed me. I had to. I dropped to my knees like a stripper doing a monkey drop and struggled to get his cock out of his pants. Once I got it out of them I realized it was larger than 9 inches, it was 11 inches. I took him into my mouth and sucked in as much cock as I could. His hot trophy wife needed to get fucked hard.

I slurped on that cock like it was the last juicy pickle in the jar. I gagged and bobbed up and down on it. After 10 minutes of his cock in my mouth I felt his hands on the back of my hand, pushing me down further and further, grinding that giant cock in my throat. When he exploded I got so weak-headed. There was so much cum and I licked up every last drop of it.

I know that you want to know what occurred next. Well, the story does go on. Call me so I can give you the details.

 

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