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11/03/2020
My wife and I are black. Both in our forties albeit she is at the younger end. We met while I was stationed in Georgia. I am our ally from L.A. and she was born and raised in Georgia.
Chantel was introduced to me by a married friend of mine. He was a bible thumper regularly trying to save my soul. I had been with many many women prior to meeting Chantel. But damn she knocked me for a loop the first time I met her.
She is only 5’ 5” but built lick a brick house. Big heavy tits with a tiny waist and phat ass. She wore her hair in a tight Afro that framed the most angelic face I had ever seen. The downer was she was also a bible quoting church woman.
My initial thought my entire was to wear her down with my usual smooth talking. She wasn’t the first church woman I seduced then quit it after I hit it. Well she turned the tables on me for sure. Not only did I fail miserably at seducing her. We dated for over a year before getting married. Our honeymoon was our first time having sex. It was also her first time ever.
Our sex life got much better over the next four years as she gained more experience and lost a few inhibitions. She let me give her oral sex but refused to reciprocate. She also was ok with doing it just missionary. She did however refuse to be on top. She said she should never be in a dominant position if her husband.
I attended church with her every Sunday. But truthfully only because of her. I just never could get into the whole church thing. Chantel on the other hand was the lead singer of the choir. She was also involved in a lot of other church things.
I spent most of my time daydreaming during the service. Most of the time thinking about other dudes fucking her after catching them checking her out. Including the pastor who I was sure was a dirty ole brother.
He over hugged every good looking woman in the church and often made borderline comment on how good they looked. His sermons lasted forever so fantasizing was my only way of getting through them.
I would tell Chantel my suspicions about him and she would tell me he was a true man of God and I should pray for my own salvation. Chantel was a very smart woman but definitely drank all the koolaid.
I got a call from my sister back home. She pleaded with me to take her nineteen year old nephew. She was a single mother trying to raise him and his younger sister back in LA. My nephew T.C. was running with the wrong crowd. His best friend had just been shot and she worries about him being next.
His waste of a father was locked up and wasn’t really in his life much when he wasn’t. We didn’t have any kids if our own. So after talking with Chantel she insisted we take him back in.
I don’t the know she was prepared for the young man that showed up. T. C. Is a tall slender young man with light skin color. She wasn’t expecting a nineteen year old to show up with more tattoos than half the personnel in the Atlantic fleet. From his neck down to his calves there was to much skin that wasn’t marked up.
He wore his hair in long braids and spotted a decorative gold tooth. He was also very quiet. Partly because he didn’t want to leave home. Mostly because he was just hard. He had seen shit no young kid should have.
Chantel did her best to look past his external image. She tried to talk to him about things spiritual as well. He wasn’t rude to her but he was clearly indifferent. She didn’t give him an option on attending church though.
He usually sat stoically enduring the service. The only time he seemed anything but bored was when the music played. He also seemed mesmerized when Chantel sang.
Then accidentally we discovered he was a natural when it came to music. He couldn’t read music but could play anything by ear. We were standing around after service talking with some other members out in the hall way.
We heard someone playing the piano. Who ever it was they were very good. Chantel wandered back inside and was gone for a while. I went to find out what was taking her so long. After a long service I was always starving and ready to eat.
I could hear her signing before I saw them. She was up on the stage leaning on the Luoyang signing a song she had sang earlier. To my amazement TC was playing the keys like a pro. He was actually smiling for the first time since he had arrived.
From that point on TC and Chantel talked like old friends. Mostly about music and his gift of being to play multiple instruments. She convinced him to join her music ministry. They would be at the church every Wednesday practicing for the upcoming Sunday.
He became an instant star. All the young single girls and some of the married ones were all up in his face. Chantel would encourage him to get to know them and maybe develop a good Christian relationship with one of them.
TC showed no interest having a girl friend. I was sure he liked women. But was still hurting from having to leave his girl back in Cali. Plus he was most definitely sexually active back home. He probably didn’t want the added frustration of having a girl without the benefit of sex.
More subtlety though and only observable to someone like me that lusted after women all the time. Was TC’s infatuation with Chantel. His eyes were often glued to her ass of chest. I walked up on him one time as he was peaking into our bedroom through a slight open door.
I made a soft sound to let him know I was close. He moved quickly away and into his own room. When I peaked in myself, she was sitting on the aide of our bed only in a short slip. She was softly humming as she applied lotion to her chocolate colored legs.
I was instantly aroused both at what I saw. But also knowing TC was probably in his room stoking his cock thinking about his Auntie C. Instantly my mind went to the possibilities. Albeit the chances were slight I was now on a mission to have my nephew fuck my wife.
I found as many opportunities as I could to leave them alone with each other. I would also make comments about how hot she was to him when she was out of war shot. I was also sure he had heard us having sex as well.
She would always wait until it was late assuming he was like a little kid and would be fast asleep. She was very subconscious about making to much noise and would warn me to be quiet. She would pull a pillow over her face when she came. But I was pretty sure he was often awake and could hear regardless of her attempts to be quiet.
I started to leave our bedroom door open a crack every night. Hoping he would spy on me laying the pipe to his aunt. I was sure one night I saw him watching us. I had her ass up and her face buried in a pillow. I looked in the mirror on the nea by dresser and saw movement at the door.
She moaned into the pillow as my dick swelled even more as I emptied myself into her. Seeing him watching us pushed me past the point of no return. I laid there afterward wondering if he was stroking himself off.
I started to make subtle comments to Chantel about her nephew obviously has a couch in her. She rebukes next in the name of Jesus for unclean thoughts. But when she was around him she was all smiles and giggles.
One their Wednesday night practices I would drive out to the church and park a ways away. The church is one of those very old churches with more doors than a high rise hotel. It was multi-level and had all kinds of stairs and books and crannies.
I would hide up on the balcony and watch the choir and musicians practice. The first few times since I started spying they were pretty routine. Chantel would select the songs and they would collectively practice.
I had to admit they were very good. In my mind Chantel could have busted out and made it big in the secular world she was that good. TC would switch to different instruments for different songs. He would really get into playing and she would constantly smile at him. They were both loving the music.
It was on my eight or ninth spying session. It was a hot humid southern night. The really got into the music. Chantel sang powerfully and her body was in constant motion. I could tell she was having and earthy affect on TC. He looked at her with open lust. What surprises me is how she looked at him.
Her looks were intense and also sensual. Something was happening and I was getting excited. All the other members left leaving her and TC finishing up putting a few things away.
She said something to him about a song. He sat down at the piano and started to play. She sad something else and he stopped. She sat next to him and I could tell by his demeanor her proximity was affecting him.
She was wearing a strapless sundress which is something she wouldn’t normally wear inside the church. But it was so ungodly hot and humid she made an exception. TC was wearing some basketball shorts and a t-shirt.
She was pointing to the music sheet explaining something to him. He started to play and she joined in. They where having fun and laughing as they played on. They finished. They stood up sharing a high five. She hugged him tightly and I am not sure but when she pressed into him I think he was aroused and she noticed.
She pulled away from him but her hands were still at his waist. His hands were resting on her bare shoulders. They just stared at one another for a long time. TC finally leaned down and kissed her.
She her hands pressed against his chest and she tensed up. But she didn’t pull her lips off of his. Whatever resistance she had melted. Her hands went to his neck as she began to kiss him back passionately.
TC bent at the knees and picked her up sitting her on the piano. He lifted his shirt over his head revealing his lean muscular body covered in tattoos. She briefly rubbed her hands over his chest tracing some of the art work.
He was between her legs when hen kissed her again. This time more passionately than the first time. When the kiss broke she softly said that they shouldn’t be doing this. He pushed her into her back. He pushed her legs up and slid her panties aside. His tongue flicked out and she cried out.
His thick lips covered her pussy as he ate her to a screaming orgasm. Before she came she pushed the top of her dress off of her big soft tits and pinched her nipples or massaged her tits.
She was coming down off other her orgasm. TC dropped his shorts to the floor. He had a very long and thick cock that was curved downward. He slid her panties off and rubbed the head f it up and down her slit.
Again she protested weakly. He pushed about half of it in and she arched her back and let a out a long moan of pleasure. He began to fuck her slowly at first. As he sped up her head tossed from side to side. She was telling him how good it felt and not to stop.
He placed her calves on his shoulders and was fucking her hard and deep. She cried out often and moaned continuously. He let her lower her legs as he continued his long
stroking. Her hand went to her clit which she never would normally do. It moved feverishly as he fucked her. The wet sounds carried easily up to my hiding place.
She came again calling out is full first name. He came pushing his cock as deep as he could and holding it there. He fell forward on top of her. Her hands gently stroked his back as they both tried to calm their breathing.
He pulled out and a huge amount of his cum splatted on the floor. He pulled up his shorts. Then he helped Chantel down off the piano. They were both eerily silent for a long time as they cleaned up the sweaty cum mess they created.
Finally, Chantel said that Satan had caused what happened and they needed to both confess there sin. TC tried to say something but she cut him off saying it was wrong what they did and couldn’t happen again. She stormed out got in her car and drove off. TC sat down on the piano bench with his head in his hands.
All I was sure of was it would happen again. When I got home Chantel was already there. She had showered and was already in bed. TC wasn’t home yet. I undressed and climbed into bed.
I asked her how practice went. She responded almost as if it was rehearsed about the songs they sang and how hot it had been in the church. That was a huge she had showered she said.
I smiled to myself thinking she had added lying to her adultery. I could tell she was nervous. So I kept her talking. I asked where TC was and she stuttered out she didn’t know. She had left him at the church.
Right about then we heard him walking down the hallway and to his room. Chantel stopped talking abruptly. She stared at our bedroom door as if she expected him to bust up in our room saying something he shouldn’t.
I kissed her goodnight and rolled over to go to sleep. She was very restless. I finally drifted off to sleep thinking about her getting fucked earlier.
She looked tired the next morning at the breakfast table. Neither of them could make eye contact. I did most of the talking about this and that but mostly about nothing. I could tell they were both distracted with what happened last night.
Over the next few days they avoided each other as best they could. But when they were in the same room the tension was palatable. Both of them would glance at each other often then look away quickly.
That Sunday they played and sang at church. Even then they both seemed somewhat distracted. Not as focused as they normally were. After church we went home and ate. I own my small business and told Chantel I needed to go into my shop for a couple hours.
The look of panic on her face at being left alone with TC was obvious. She reminded me about not working on the sabbath. I reminded her God doesn’t pay my bills. He gave me the ability to do so. TC was staring down at his plate not saying anything.
I left them at the table and drove down our street a short ways. I parked my truck and hiked back to my house. Chantel was at the sink rinsing off dishes. TC walked into the kitchen approaching her from behind. He touched her shoulder leaving his hand there.
She didn’t turn around. He said something to her and she respond and shook her head. His hand moved to her waist and in front of her. He untied the belt holding her robe closed. She turned her head slightly and this time I heard her tell him he needed to stop.
She loved me and I was his uncle. TC responded that he loved me as well but couldn’t help himself. As he told her she was beautiful his right hand slid into her panties. He found her sensitive spot. She sighed that it was wrong. His hand moved steadily and she pressed back into him.
His left hand was massaging her breast as he continue to finger her pussy. She was shuddering and her left hand went back to massage his cock. He was only wearing pajama bottoms.
She turned to face him and they kissed. She turned him so he was now leaning against the sink. She let the robe fall to the floor. Her long thick nipples were hard and pointing upward. She slowly sank to her knees. She slid his bottoms down, releasing his long thick cock.
For the first time in her life her tongue touch a cock. Slowly at first with tiny licks up and down its length. Then in tiny circles around the head. A look came over her as if she had made a new discovery. Then she took the top third of his cock in her mouth. That was about all she could take.
She started to suck and lick him without and reservation. His head went back and he let out a long sigh of appreciation. She continued to suck him fully committed to pleasing him.
He pulled her up kissing her again as she pressed her big tits into his flat stomach. Taking her by the hand they went into the living room. By the time I snuck in she was moaning loudly then told him he was doing so gooooooood!
Finding a good vantage point I saw her on the couch with her big round ass facing him ass he ate her from behind. She had one hand on the wall behind the couch. The one was on her ass cheek holding it to the side as he tongues her.
She cooed “Please fuck me Tyree.”
He stood up and spit on the head of his cock. Rubbed it on her slit a couple time then entered her. She immediately started to fuck him back. Now both of her hands were braced against the wall ass her ass slammed back on his cock.
His hands gripped her tiny waist as he dug deep in her pussy. Her heavy tits were swinging as the fucking intensified. She finally shouted she was cumming. A minute later she was on her back with her legs wrapped around his back as they fucked to mutual orgasms.
I slipped back out and when I got home Chantel was watching television and TC was gone. Again she seemed nervous but there was also something else there. She seemed excited.
We watch television together for a while. I went out to work on my car and reflect on things. Later that night in bed Chantel was laying close to me as I read a book. She rubbed on my chest then slowly massages my cock.
TC was in his room with his music playing with a lot of bass. Chantel purred telling me she loved me and wanted me. I casually looked over my bifocals at her and said, “You're not to tired from fucking TC?”
She couldn’t have look d more stunned than if I tasered her. Her mouth moved but no sound came out initially. She stuttered out, “You know?”
My heart was racing but I fought to remain calm. I lowered my book and matter of factory told her I not only knew but I was happy about it. She looked at me confused before she started to sob. She actually blew a snot bubble out of her nose.
She pleaded with me to forgive her. She asked me what I was going to do. I told her the first thing I was going to do was hand her some Kleenex. Because it was hard to talk serious with her face a wet mess.
Then I told her again I was happy it happened. She clearly didn’t believe me. I told her that I thought it was very exciting and that I was ok with it. She asked me how I knew. I didn’t tell her about watching them the first time at the church.
I told her that it was obvious there was some kind of tension between them. She is beautiful and he is a young honey man. So it was obvious to me they were sexually attracted to each other.
She had cleaned up her face asking me how I could be ok with her cheating on me. I told her that I had fantasized about it for a long time. I told her about some of my past experiences with threesomes and having sex with white woman in front of their husbands.
She had no idea that men liked watching their wives with other men. I told her that I never would of thought that I would consider it. But I learned a long time agai never to say never.
She sat for a long while digesting everything. She looked at me saying she didn’t wan to lose me. I smiled and kissed her forehead telling her she never would, especially now.
She asked me what now. I got out of bed and told her to come with me. She balked at first. The moved when I asked her to trust me. She was only wearing a sheer shirt night gown. She went to grab her robe and I told her not to. She looked at me again confused.
We entered TC’s room and Chantel was behind me out of his view. Hiding her almost nakedness from his view which of course was ironic at this point. He slipped off his headset and looked at me nervously.
He looked at me confused when so told him that family didn’t keep secrets from one another. I went on to tell him that he could come to me about anything. He just looked at me like I was crazy.
I asked him if he thought his aunt was pretty. He looked away from me and I asked him again. He looked at me saying he did. I stepped aside his eyes bugged out. Chantel whispered my name as she attempted to cover up.
I looked at him and said “My wife isn’t pretty. Son she is fucking hot.”
I saw a bead of sweat slide down his temple. I told him to relax. I said I knew they had already had sexual and I was ok with it. His eyes shifted to his aunt for a brief second. He started to apologize and I cut him off.
I said boy from this point on we have no secrets from each other. He lowered his eyes saying he understood. I told him to stand up. He did and nervously rubbed the palms of his hands on his pants.
He said your aunt asked me to have sex earlier again she whispered my name. I have an early day tomorrow and need to get some sleep. But I don’t want her to be neglected. So you are going to have sexual with her. This timeChantel just gasped. I finished telling him as I looked at her. This time not behind my back. Chantel looked down at her feet.
I put her hand in his and left the room closing his door. I stood out in the hallway listening for a long time. They were whispering back and forth for a while. Finally it got quiet until she let out a gasp of pleasure. Soon they were fucking like they had before.
Chantel didn’t try to be quiet at all. Her screams and moans could be heard o we the steady beat of his music. His bed was squeaky and they were making it squeak like crazy.
I peaked in and she was riding him like she was trying to break the bed. His hands gripped her ass as she slammed up and down on his cock. Which was slick with her juices. She came then they switched positions. He ducked her missionary for a long while. Her toes stayed curled up as she urged him on to keep fucking her. She must of said cock fifty times. Which used to be a taboo word for her.
He pulled out after she came and stroked his cock feverishly. Splashing a huge load on her ample tits. She raised up and sucked the remaining cum out of his cock. About thirty minutes later. She joined me back in my bed. She asked me if I enjoyed her fucking my nephew.
I rolled over on top of her and slid my hard cock into her still wet pussy. I fucked her long and hard and she loved it. She didn’t put a pillow over her face this time. When she came I am sure TC got an ear full.
The next morning everyone was smiles and teeth at the breakfast table. Nobody mentioned anything about the sex. I was already showered and dress for work. Chantel finished eating and excused herself to go take a shower.
TC watched her walk away her hips swaying like a seductress. She was gone a short while and you could hear the water running upstairs. TC told me to give him a minute and he would go with me. I told him he didn’t need to come go in this early. Then I looked over my coffee cup and asked him what he was waiting for.
He didn’t know what I meant. I leaned forward and said you don’t have to be at work for a couple hours. Your fucking hot aunt is in the shower. It took a second and it dawned on him what I was getting at. He smiled and sprinted up the stairs. It was very long until I heard Chantel getting fucked thoroughly. I grabbed my lunch and headed off to work.
TC showed up a couple hours later about as happy as I had ever seen him. The next Wednesday they got home later than normal from choir practice. The were both laughing like school kids that got away with something.
When I asked them what was up. TC told me they had sex on the pastors desk. I laughed telling them they weren’t the first. That old man has fucked most of the women in our congregation both old and young. Chantel seemed shocked to hear it. She had no clue.
This was two years ago. They both still play in the church choir. TC works for me now with the hope one day he will take over the business. He has his own apartment downtown. Chantel visits him there once a week. I bet the neighbors get an earful.
He comes over every Sunday after church for lunch and a threesome. We practice loving one another a lot.
The pastor has tried to get her to sleep with him for a while now. He is over sixty and is as horny as ever. She refuses to give home what he wants but has fucked both TC and myself many times on his office desk.
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Chantel was introduced to me by a married friend of mine. He was a bible thumper regularly trying to save my soul. I had been with many many women prior to meeting Chantel. But damn she knocked me for a loop the first time I met her.
She is only 5’ 5” but built lick a brick house. Big heavy tits with a tiny waist and phat ass. She wore her hair in a tight Afro that framed the most angelic face I had ever seen. The downer was she was also a bible quoting church woman.
My initial thought my entire was to wear her down with my usual smooth talking. She wasn’t the first church woman I seduced then quit it after I hit it. Well she turned the tables on me for sure. Not only did I fail miserably at seducing her. We dated for over a year before getting married. Our honeymoon was our first time having sex. It was also her first time ever.
Our sex life got much better over the next four years as she gained more experience and lost a few inhibitions. She let me give her oral sex but refused to reciprocate. She also was ok with doing it just missionary. She did however refuse to be on top. She said she should never be in a dominant position if her husband.
I attended church with her every Sunday. But truthfully only because of her. I just never could get into the whole church thing. Chantel on the other hand was the lead singer of the choir. She was also involved in a lot of other church things.
I spent most of my time daydreaming during the service. Most of the time thinking about other dudes fucking her after catching them checking her out. Including the pastor who I was sure was a dirty ole brother.
He over hugged every good looking woman in the church and often made borderline comment on how good they looked. His sermons lasted forever so fantasizing was my only way of getting through them.
I would tell Chantel my suspicions about him and she would tell me he was a true man of God and I should pray for my own salvation. Chantel was a very smart woman but definitely drank all the koolaid.
I got a call from my sister back home. She pleaded with me to take her nineteen year old nephew. She was a single mother trying to raise him and his younger sister back in LA. My nephew T.C. was running with the wrong crowd. His best friend had just been shot and she worries about him being next.
His waste of a father was locked up and wasn’t really in his life much when he wasn’t. We didn’t have any kids if our own. So after talking with Chantel she insisted we take him back in.
I don’t the know she was prepared for the young man that showed up. T. C. Is a tall slender young man with light skin color. She wasn’t expecting a nineteen year old to show up with more tattoos than half the personnel in the Atlantic fleet. From his neck down to his calves there was to much skin that wasn’t marked up.
He wore his hair in long braids and spotted a decorative gold tooth. He was also very quiet. Partly because he didn’t want to leave home. Mostly because he was just hard. He had seen shit no young kid should have.
Chantel did her best to look past his external image. She tried to talk to him about things spiritual as well. He wasn’t rude to her but he was clearly indifferent. She didn’t give him an option on attending church though.
He usually sat stoically enduring the service. The only time he seemed anything but bored was when the music played. He also seemed mesmerized when Chantel sang.
Then accidentally we discovered he was a natural when it came to music. He couldn’t read music but could play anything by ear. We were standing around after service talking with some other members out in the hall way.
We heard someone playing the piano. Who ever it was they were very good. Chantel wandered back inside and was gone for a while. I went to find out what was taking her so long. After a long service I was always starving and ready to eat.
I could hear her signing before I saw them. She was up on the stage leaning on the Luoyang signing a song she had sang earlier. To my amazement TC was playing the keys like a pro. He was actually smiling for the first time since he had arrived.
From that point on TC and Chantel talked like old friends. Mostly about music and his gift of being to play multiple instruments. She convinced him to join her music ministry. They would be at the church every Wednesday practicing for the upcoming Sunday.
He became an instant star. All the young single girls and some of the married ones were all up in his face. Chantel would encourage him to get to know them and maybe develop a good Christian relationship with one of them.
TC showed no interest having a girl friend. I was sure he liked women. But was still hurting from having to leave his girl back in Cali. Plus he was most definitely sexually active back home. He probably didn’t want the added frustration of having a girl without the benefit of sex.
More subtlety though and only observable to someone like me that lusted after women all the time. Was TC’s infatuation with Chantel. His eyes were often glued to her ass of chest. I walked up on him one time as he was peaking into our bedroom through a slight open door.
I made a soft sound to let him know I was close. He moved quickly away and into his own room. When I peaked in myself, she was sitting on the aide of our bed only in a short slip. She was softly humming as she applied lotion to her chocolate colored legs.
I was instantly aroused both at what I saw. But also knowing TC was probably in his room stoking his cock thinking about his Auntie C. Instantly my mind went to the possibilities. Albeit the chances were slight I was now on a mission to have my nephew fuck my wife.
I found as many opportunities as I could to leave them alone with each other. I would also make comments about how hot she was to him when she was out of war shot. I was also sure he had heard us having sex as well.
She would always wait until it was late assuming he was like a little kid and would be fast asleep. She was very subconscious about making to much noise and would warn me to be quiet. She would pull a pillow over her face when she came. But I was pretty sure he was often awake and could hear regardless of her attempts to be quiet.
I started to leave our bedroom door open a crack every night. Hoping he would spy on me laying the pipe to his aunt. I was sure one night I saw him watching us. I had her ass up and her face buried in a pillow. I looked in the mirror on the nea by dresser and saw movement at the door.
She moaned into the pillow as my dick swelled even more as I emptied myself into her. Seeing him watching us pushed me past the point of no return. I laid there afterward wondering if he was stroking himself off.
I started to make subtle comments to Chantel about her nephew obviously has a couch in her. She rebukes next in the name of Jesus for unclean thoughts. But when she was around him she was all smiles and giggles.
One their Wednesday night practices I would drive out to the church and park a ways away. The church is one of those very old churches with more doors than a high rise hotel. It was multi-level and had all kinds of stairs and books and crannies.
I would hide up on the balcony and watch the choir and musicians practice. The first few times since I started spying they were pretty routine. Chantel would select the songs and they would collectively practice.
I had to admit they were very good. In my mind Chantel could have busted out and made it big in the secular world she was that good. TC would switch to different instruments for different songs. He would really get into playing and she would constantly smile at him. They were both loving the music.
It was on my eight or ninth spying session. It was a hot humid southern night. The really got into the music. Chantel sang powerfully and her body was in constant motion. I could tell she was having and earthy affect on TC. He looked at her with open lust. What surprises me is how she looked at him.
Her looks were intense and also sensual. Something was happening and I was getting excited. All the other members left leaving her and TC finishing up putting a few things away.
She said something to him about a song. He sat down at the piano and started to play. She sad something else and he stopped. She sat next to him and I could tell by his demeanor her proximity was affecting him.
She was wearing a strapless sundress which is something she wouldn’t normally wear inside the church. But it was so ungodly hot and humid she made an exception. TC was wearing some basketball shorts and a t-shirt.
She was pointing to the music sheet explaining something to him. He started to play and she joined in. They where having fun and laughing as they played on. They finished. They stood up sharing a high five. She hugged him tightly and I am not sure but when she pressed into him I think he was aroused and she noticed.
She pulled away from him but her hands were still at his waist. His hands were resting on her bare shoulders. They just stared at one another for a long time. TC finally leaned down and kissed her.
She her hands pressed against his chest and she tensed up. But she didn’t pull her lips off of his. Whatever resistance she had melted. Her hands went to his neck as she began to kiss him back passionately.
TC bent at the knees and picked her up sitting her on the piano. He lifted his shirt over his head revealing his lean muscular body covered in tattoos. She briefly rubbed her hands over his chest tracing some of the art work.
He was between her legs when hen kissed her again. This time more passionately than the first time. When the kiss broke she softly said that they shouldn’t be doing this. He pushed her into her back. He pushed her legs up and slid her panties aside. His tongue flicked out and she cried out.
His thick lips covered her pussy as he ate her to a screaming orgasm. Before she came she pushed the top of her dress off of her big soft tits and pinched her nipples or massaged her tits.
She was coming down off other her orgasm. TC dropped his shorts to the floor. He had a very long and thick cock that was curved downward. He slid her panties off and rubbed the head f it up and down her slit.
Again she protested weakly. He pushed about half of it in and she arched her back and let a out a long moan of pleasure. He began to fuck her slowly at first. As he sped up her head tossed from side to side. She was telling him how good it felt and not to stop.
He placed her calves on his shoulders and was fucking her hard and deep. She cried out often and moaned continuously. He let her lower her legs as he continued his long
stroking. Her hand went to her clit which she never would normally do. It moved feverishly as he fucked her. The wet sounds carried easily up to my hiding place.
She came again calling out is full first name. He came pushing his cock as deep as he could and holding it there. He fell forward on top of her. Her hands gently stroked his back as they both tried to calm their breathing.
He pulled out and a huge amount of his cum splatted on the floor. He pulled up his shorts. Then he helped Chantel down off the piano. They were both eerily silent for a long time as they cleaned up the sweaty cum mess they created.
Finally, Chantel said that Satan had caused what happened and they needed to both confess there sin. TC tried to say something but she cut him off saying it was wrong what they did and couldn’t happen again. She stormed out got in her car and drove off. TC sat down on the piano bench with his head in his hands.
All I was sure of was it would happen again. When I got home Chantel was already there. She had showered and was already in bed. TC wasn’t home yet. I undressed and climbed into bed.
I asked her how practice went. She responded almost as if it was rehearsed about the songs they sang and how hot it had been in the church. That was a huge she had showered she said.
I smiled to myself thinking she had added lying to her adultery. I could tell she was nervous. So I kept her talking. I asked where TC was and she stuttered out she didn’t know. She had left him at the church.
Right about then we heard him walking down the hallway and to his room. Chantel stopped talking abruptly. She stared at our bedroom door as if she expected him to bust up in our room saying something he shouldn’t.
I kissed her goodnight and rolled over to go to sleep. She was very restless. I finally drifted off to sleep thinking about her getting fucked earlier.
She looked tired the next morning at the breakfast table. Neither of them could make eye contact. I did most of the talking about this and that but mostly about nothing. I could tell they were both distracted with what happened last night.
Over the next few days they avoided each other as best they could. But when they were in the same room the tension was palatable. Both of them would glance at each other often then look away quickly.
That Sunday they played and sang at church. Even then they both seemed somewhat distracted. Not as focused as they normally were. After church we went home and ate. I own my small business and told Chantel I needed to go into my shop for a couple hours.
The look of panic on her face at being left alone with TC was obvious. She reminded me about not working on the sabbath. I reminded her God doesn’t pay my bills. He gave me the ability to do so. TC was staring down at his plate not saying anything.
I left them at the table and drove down our street a short ways. I parked my truck and hiked back to my house. Chantel was at the sink rinsing off dishes. TC walked into the kitchen approaching her from behind. He touched her shoulder leaving his hand there.
She didn’t turn around. He said something to her and she respond and shook her head. His hand moved to her waist and in front of her. He untied the belt holding her robe closed. She turned her head slightly and this time I heard her tell him he needed to stop.
She loved me and I was his uncle. TC responded that he loved me as well but couldn’t help himself. As he told her she was beautiful his right hand slid into her panties. He found her sensitive spot. She sighed that it was wrong. His hand moved steadily and she pressed back into him.
His left hand was massaging her breast as he continue to finger her pussy. She was shuddering and her left hand went back to massage his cock. He was only wearing pajama bottoms.
She turned to face him and they kissed. She turned him so he was now leaning against the sink. She let the robe fall to the floor. Her long thick nipples were hard and pointing upward. She slowly sank to her knees. She slid his bottoms down, releasing his long thick cock.
For the first time in her life her tongue touch a cock. Slowly at first with tiny licks up and down its length. Then in tiny circles around the head. A look came over her as if she had made a new discovery. Then she took the top third of his cock in her mouth. That was about all she could take.
She started to suck and lick him without and reservation. His head went back and he let out a long sigh of appreciation. She continued to suck him fully committed to pleasing him.
He pulled her up kissing her again as she pressed her big tits into his flat stomach. Taking her by the hand they went into the living room. By the time I snuck in she was moaning loudly then told him he was doing so gooooooood!
Finding a good vantage point I saw her on the couch with her big round ass facing him ass he ate her from behind. She had one hand on the wall behind the couch. The one was on her ass cheek holding it to the side as he tongues her.
She cooed “Please fuck me Tyree.”
He stood up and spit on the head of his cock. Rubbed it on her slit a couple time then entered her. She immediately started to fuck him back. Now both of her hands were braced against the wall ass her ass slammed back on his cock.
His hands gripped her tiny waist as he dug deep in her pussy. Her heavy tits were swinging as the fucking intensified. She finally shouted she was cumming. A minute later she was on her back with her legs wrapped around his back as they fucked to mutual orgasms.
I slipped back out and when I got home Chantel was watching television and TC was gone. Again she seemed nervous but there was also something else there. She seemed excited.
We watch television together for a while. I went out to work on my car and reflect on things. Later that night in bed Chantel was laying close to me as I read a book. She rubbed on my chest then slowly massages my cock.
TC was in his room with his music playing with a lot of bass. Chantel purred telling me she loved me and wanted me. I casually looked over my bifocals at her and said, “You're not to tired from fucking TC?”
She couldn’t have look d more stunned than if I tasered her. Her mouth moved but no sound came out initially. She stuttered out, “You know?”
My heart was racing but I fought to remain calm. I lowered my book and matter of factory told her I not only knew but I was happy about it. She looked at me confused before she started to sob. She actually blew a snot bubble out of her nose.
She pleaded with me to forgive her. She asked me what I was going to do. I told her the first thing I was going to do was hand her some Kleenex. Because it was hard to talk serious with her face a wet mess.
Then I told her again I was happy it happened. She clearly didn’t believe me. I told her that I thought it was very exciting and that I was ok with it. She asked me how I knew. I didn’t tell her about watching them the first time at the church.
I told her that it was obvious there was some kind of tension between them. She is beautiful and he is a young honey man. So it was obvious to me they were sexually attracted to each other.
She had cleaned up her face asking me how I could be ok with her cheating on me. I told her that I had fantasized about it for a long time. I told her about some of my past experiences with threesomes and having sex with white woman in front of their husbands.
She had no idea that men liked watching their wives with other men. I told her that I never would of thought that I would consider it. But I learned a long time agai never to say never.
She sat for a long while digesting everything. She looked at me saying she didn’t wan to lose me. I smiled and kissed her forehead telling her she never would, especially now.
She asked me what now. I got out of bed and told her to come with me. She balked at first. The moved when I asked her to trust me. She was only wearing a sheer shirt night gown. She went to grab her robe and I told her not to. She looked at me again confused.
We entered TC’s room and Chantel was behind me out of his view. Hiding her almost nakedness from his view which of course was ironic at this point. He slipped off his headset and looked at me nervously.
He looked at me confused when so told him that family didn’t keep secrets from one another. I went on to tell him that he could come to me about anything. He just looked at me like I was crazy.
I asked him if he thought his aunt was pretty. He looked away from me and I asked him again. He looked at me saying he did. I stepped aside his eyes bugged out. Chantel whispered my name as she attempted to cover up.
I looked at him and said “My wife isn’t pretty. Son she is fucking hot.”
I saw a bead of sweat slide down his temple. I told him to relax. I said I knew they had already had sexual and I was ok with it. His eyes shifted to his aunt for a brief second. He started to apologize and I cut him off.
I said boy from this point on we have no secrets from each other. He lowered his eyes saying he understood. I told him to stand up. He did and nervously rubbed the palms of his hands on his pants.
He said your aunt asked me to have sex earlier again she whispered my name. I have an early day tomorrow and need to get some sleep. But I don’t want her to be neglected. So you are going to have sexual with her. This timeChantel just gasped. I finished telling him as I looked at her. This time not behind my back. Chantel looked down at her feet.
I put her hand in his and left the room closing his door. I stood out in the hallway listening for a long time. They were whispering back and forth for a while. Finally it got quiet until she let out a gasp of pleasure. Soon they were fucking like they had before.
Chantel didn’t try to be quiet at all. Her screams and moans could be heard o we the steady beat of his music. His bed was squeaky and they were making it squeak like crazy.
I peaked in and she was riding him like she was trying to break the bed. His hands gripped her ass as she slammed up and down on his cock. Which was slick with her juices. She came then they switched positions. He ducked her missionary for a long while. Her toes stayed curled up as she urged him on to keep fucking her. She must of said cock fifty times. Which used to be a taboo word for her.
He pulled out after she came and stroked his cock feverishly. Splashing a huge load on her ample tits. She raised up and sucked the remaining cum out of his cock. About thirty minutes later. She joined me back in my bed. She asked me if I enjoyed her fucking my nephew.
I rolled over on top of her and slid my hard cock into her still wet pussy. I fucked her long and hard and she loved it. She didn’t put a pillow over her face this time. When she came I am sure TC got an ear full.
The next morning everyone was smiles and teeth at the breakfast table. Nobody mentioned anything about the sex. I was already showered and dress for work. Chantel finished eating and excused herself to go take a shower.
TC watched her walk away her hips swaying like a seductress. She was gone a short while and you could hear the water running upstairs. TC told me to give him a minute and he would go with me. I told him he didn’t need to come go in this early. Then I looked over my coffee cup and asked him what he was waiting for.
He didn’t know what I meant. I leaned forward and said you don’t have to be at work for a couple hours. Your fucking hot aunt is in the shower. It took a second and it dawned on him what I was getting at. He smiled and sprinted up the stairs. It was very long until I heard Chantel getting fucked thoroughly. I grabbed my lunch and headed off to work.
TC showed up a couple hours later about as happy as I had ever seen him. The next Wednesday they got home later than normal from choir practice. The were both laughing like school kids that got away with something.
When I asked them what was up. TC told me they had sex on the pastors desk. I laughed telling them they weren’t the first. That old man has fucked most of the women in our congregation both old and young. Chantel seemed shocked to hear it. She had no clue.
This was two years ago. They both still play in the church choir. TC works for me now with the hope one day he will take over the business. He has his own apartment downtown. Chantel visits him there once a week. I bet the neighbors get an earful.
He comes over every Sunday after church for lunch and a threesome. We practice loving one another a lot.
The pastor has tried to get her to sleep with him for a while now. He is over sixty and is as horny as ever. She refuses to give home what he wants but has fucked both TC and myself many times on his office desk.
 TAKE MY WIFE |
 FUCK ME |
Poster:
Tyrell