After the Party

"Lily is a disgraceful slut."

"You're awfully nice this morning, Anne," Joseph is always cheerful in the mornings, and I am never so kind. He is handsome too, with his hair all stuck up and the sun turning his inky black hair into a navy blue. I stick my tongue out at him and pour him more coffee. I admire his firm, well-defined arms, and playfully scratch at the shower-softened curly hairs on his broad chest. I note the merriment in his deep blue eyes.

He swats at me, accidentally - but firmly - connecting with my butt and grins at the seductive jiggle of my round buttocks. It reminds me of when we first met - he said I was nothing but "Boobs, butt, and some great legs." I remember corecting him, "It's not just a butt, that is grade-A Booty" and rubbing it, teasingly against his crotch. I enjoyed an immediate physical response and told him "For a White boy, you ain't bad." We started talking and haven't been apart for more than 48 hours since that day.

He only does that to tease me for being naked, but I know he likes it, what's not to like? Just 22 I have firm 36 DD's with dark chocolate nipples, a sexy innie belly button on a smooth milk chocolate abdomen, a 26" waist, a delicious ass, and curvy strong legs all in a 5'6" package. I keep long natural hair in a ponytail and long blood red nails. I put on a bib apron to make our breakfast.

"Lily, is after you and she didn't even notice me there - I guess I didn't 'look like a wife'. Isn't that what she said?" I scowl at him, thinking of his boss' wife and the not-so-innocent attention she paid him the night before.

"She is harmless, and she's not my type, so don't worry."

"What is it about a 32 year old man? Do you honestly think I can't keep MY man Mr. Joseph Aimes?" I take off the apron and walk over to him, leaning into his face and letting my breasts rest at his chin. He raises his eyebrow and quickly runs his tongue across my nipple. I put my hands on the top of his chair behind his back and straddle him, the tips of my tits rubbing against his chest, my pussy resting inches away from his awakening erection. He kisses me firmly on the mouth, slowly, with his eyes closed, trusting me completely. I wrap my arms around his neck, returning the kiss passionately, one hand playing in his hair as he kneads my buttocks and pulls me closer. I moan into his mouth and accept the gentle probing of his tongue.

His hands drop to my thighs and he leans back - opening his eyes. "Not only can I keep him," I say rising and putting my apron back on, "I can take him or leave him." I go to finish cooking and although I still note the tent in his boxers I give him grits, eggs, and bacon instead of chocolate treat. I revel that my body didn't betray me - I am moist but not wet and the apron shows the firmness of my nipples but hides the rising of my clit. We eat in slience as he tries to figure out which meal he perfers and what he can have for seconds.

I go to the bedroom alone, while he finishes, and put on a lacy hot pink thong and the matching push up underwire bra. I top it off with a sheer black camisole that rests at the base of my behind and and inch below the bright panties.

"See - I've covered up - just because I know you like me to. Now I need to take these to the mailbox." I pick up the few bills and letters I have to mail, grab my key, and slip on a pair of black high-heels. He watches the door close behind me. I sashay down the walk way to the drive way and blow a kiss to him at the window - the look on his face is worth the "indecent" exposure and I hear him rush to the door as I walk to the box and put the letters inside.

"Are you crazy?" He just stares as I take off the camisole - humming to myself - and un-hook my bra. When I turn to show him my bare back I feel the response I was waiting for - an erection on my back as he picks me up and carries me inside to the cheers and jeers of a few gentleman joggers. "What?" I say, turning with an innocent look on my face. His face is clouded. He grabs his jacket and walks out the door.

"Is this the Aimes residence?" It's that bitch Lily!

"Yes it is, how may I help you?"

"May I speak to Mrs. Aimes please, honey?"

"Speaking."

"Oh, I thought you were the maid."

"How can I help you Mrs. Jamison?"

"We haven't met, it's Anne, right? I wanted to tell you you husband is here and he's very upset, he'd like you to get a bag together for him, he'll be staying here for a few days."

"We met last night, Lily, if my husband is there put him on the phone."

"Just get the bag ready, honey." -CLICK-

"That theiving whore! She must be joking!" I put on Joseph's trench coat and got into his Lexus since he took my mustang, "Forget Joseph, I want to scratch her eyes out!"

Just a few miles away I see my car in her driveway, I ring the bell and step past the maid. "Lily-dear! Where are you?" I trill in my best Boston socialite voice, trying to disguise my teltale Southern drawl. I am rewarded with a moan from a Bitch in heat and a man. I open the door to see Lily jacking off my husband and lowering her mouth to his dick.

"You fucking bastard!" I shriek as head towards the armchair and my writhing husband.

Lily stands,37, 5'8", blond, 32C, and nearly as well rounded as I am and - not having a coat - much more naked. I slap her face and push her on top of Joseph, kicking him and watching him reach up an grab her jiggling breasts she forces him into her glistening twat.

"You cheap bleach blond whore!"

In my excitement my coat comes loose and I rip it from my body beating them with it.

"You Fucking son of a bitch!" I cried as I sank to the floor sobbing.

"Baby I'm so sorry, it's not what it looks like," my soon-to-be-ex-husband proclaims as he comes to comfort me, I crawl away in my pink thong and high heels to the plush cream of the Jamison's hallway - where I am greeted by Mr. Alex Jamison.

"Anne, what's wrong?" I look at him, a still-handsome, fit, 44 year old man, standing in the sunlight as if it were his halo. He helps me up, holding me to him, and leads me to his bedroom, calling for his wife.

"What is that black bitch doing in your bedroom, Alex?"

"What are you doing to Anne's husband in the guest room Lily?"

Lily turned and slammed the door.

I laid under the soft cotton sheet crying like a child as Alex rubbed my back, my legs, my arms, and my cheek. I stopped crying as he kissed my eyes and my face, and finally, my lips. I turned to face him completely and let him remove the ill-fated thong, I returned the kiss, sucking gently on his lip, then his tongue, and finally resting my hand on an impressive erection. "My husband," I murmur.

"We can have the best lawyers, Annie, and you can stay with me." Alex is tenderly massaging my right breast and I part my legs, just as I would for Joseph, as I had for the three years of our marriage and courtship. The thrill is unexpressable as his forefinger enters me - the only man to touch me except for my husband, my love,my Joseph.

"You son of a bitch!"

"Joseph!" I gasped to see my husband, completely naked striding towards me.

"You were right Alex, your wife is a whore, but mine is off limits to you."

"Joseph," I started a him, 'What do you mean - how could you..."

Alex stepped away from me and Joseph took his place between my legs. He was still covered in Lily's cum, and he smeared it up and down my slit quickly, mixing his pre-cum with my juices and those of the whore. I looked up at him as he forced me back on the bed, parting my legs and pinning me down, I laid there stunned as he entered me, pumping quickly in and out, my body tensing and quickly reaching orgasm.

"Joseph! Joseph! What are you doing? AHHHHH!" It ripped through me as his angry organ continued to churn inside me.

"Fuck me Joseph, please, just keep fucking me, Joseph!"

I moaned, cried, and scratched as he lifted my legs and wrapped them around his neck. I felt his stomach tense along the back of my thighs, "Now, now, do it now..." I whispered repeatedly and in an instant I felt his sperm within me writhing, soaking my innards. My orgasm finally subsided and I went limp, entirely spent. Joseph lowered my legs and climbed on top of me, I felt his penis rub against my stomach and a lick on my clit - hands rubbing my waxed sex. Joseph whispered - just this once, for me...