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Wife On the RunIt was a night club just like any other city in the world, except this one was far from home. This happened to be in Sydney, Australia. You may ask, what’s a brother doing up in Sydney? To soak up some sun and get some bit of ‘Down Under’ going on inside me. I wish I can think of any other answer that’ll be easy enough. Best I can offer is I’ve got a four-week holiday away from work and I’m spending and enjoying every moment of it. It had been a headache thinking of where to go. I would have loved venturing into Europe, except it’s almost the end of the year, and there’s bound to be winter snowstorm up there. Ditto goes for the U.S. Australia just seemed like the next best thing. A month before I’d made up my mind where I wanted to go, I’d gone to a cinema house and watched that Hugh Jackman movie he did with Nicole k**man called ‘Australia’. I just knew I had to be there.And so, here I am. I’m a black man lost in the midst of an all-white crowd, but I’m cool about it as I settle the entrance fee and walk into the club. I’d been bored staying alone with myself at the hotel I was putting up in. I’d been to the beach, lots of lovely young bitches walking around the sand … no older women around. I love young white sluts, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes the young ones tend to want to mess with a brother’s mind, like they think I’ve got the time to be buying them drinks and hitting on them when I could be doing something else. Old women—Milfs, if you choose to call them that—are more easy-going, relaxed, and they almost always know what they want from a brother, and don’t usually bring up none of that boyfriend/girlfriend type of drama that young dames are known for. I’ve only been twenty-four hours in Aussie-land and knew I just had to get me some pussy before the night was over. Old pussy or young one, don’t care. When it comes down to scoring, I’m not usually the picky sort of fellow.I entered the club and right away my eyes and ears get assaulted by the sound and noise and excitement that’s always in such places. The music’s a cross between techno and rock, stuff that I wouldn’t care to listen to even if my life depended on it. It’s a struggle pushing through the crowd to get further into the room. Lots of people talking, almost everyone’s smoking cigarettes and drinking something. Lots of crowd dancing too. I head in the direction of the bar, pushing past the hovering crowd that was there. I hollered out to one of the young lads busy serving drinks and taking orders like that was what he was born to do. I waited for him to come by my corner, which was a good thing bodrum escort bayan too because that was when I noticed the fine-looking red-head seated on a stool beside me. She looked like she was alone with herself, moving her head and shoulders back and forth to the music. She was wearing a black Led Zeppelin t-shirt and rugged jeans. Her hair reached down to her shoulders. She looked somewhat older. Her hands were held together and I noticed she had on a wedding ring. What was a married dame, hot-looking for that matter, doing all alone in a joint like this? I reckoned I had nothing better to do than catch her attention.I tapped her arm. She turned her head to look at me, curious. “Hello,” I yelled close to her ear for her to hear me. “I love your t-shirt,” I said, pointing at it.She caught my words and smiled back at me and yelled: “Thanks. It was a birthday gift.”We were making conversation when my drink arrived. I asked the red-head—her name is Marilyn, by the way—if she cared for something to drink. She asked for a Black Russian. She got down from her stool, said she’d just spotted a free table where we could sit and be away from this whole noise. She led the way—this wasn’t her first time being here, obviously, and later after we’ve gotten past the initial hurdle of knowing ourselves, I got to find out it was a usual haunt of hers whenever she and her husband were keeping each other’s distance. We got ourselves a table in a corner booth at a far side of the club that was sort of removed from the loud music. I told her my name—Olu Shango. She was intrigued by it, especially when I told her I was from Nigeria.She looked hot and sexy in her outfit. I made a cursory enquiry as to where her hubby was; she told me he was at home, that she’d come down here to be alone with herself. We talked some more, I ordered some more drinks and as the minutes went, she seemed to loosen more. She told me she was really an American, herself and her hubby, Andrew, they’d come down here on a travel boat cruise some months back and decided the loved the place well enough to stay rather than return home to the bustle that was Florida. They still had property back there, but for now, this was where they wished to be. I made my move on her after she’d had her second Black Russian. She slide towards me on the booth and we were touchy at first, laughing like high-school k**s caught flirting when they ought not to, and then we were kissing not long after that. Her tongue danced and flicked against mine while our hands explored each other. My hand dove under her t-shirt and caught escort bodrum her naked tits underneath. Hers came down on my crotch—I was harder than a rock already. It was a good thing our corner booth was sort of hidden from view so no one around could easily catch what we were doing. I pulled the red-head milf towards me and chocked her with my tongue as if I wanted to swallow the bitch. Her hand kept fighting my crotch—without a doubt, I knew what she wanted, except the club wasn’t the right place for such.“Best we head on someplace else,” I said to her while she kept breathing heavily against my face.“Yes … yes, we should,” she half whispered to me. I paid the bill and then we got up and left. She stopped us a cab and we got in and she told the driver where to go—her place. I would have preferred my hotel, but at that moment I didn’t care where she wanted us to go. As long as it had a comfortable bed to fuck on top, I didn’t mind. We kept kissing in the backseat; the driver peeped at us occasionally through his rear mirror, but much of the time his eyes were glued to his driving.We arrived at the slut’s place some minutes later. It was an apartment building and we went inside and rode an elevator and got off at the right floor and down the corridor we walked till she stopped at a door and unlocked it with her own key. “Honey, I’m home!” she called out as she closed and locked the door behind me then led me towards the living room, smiling like she hasn’t been any happier before. “And I brought someone you’d like to meet.”Her hubby—his name is Andrew—sat in the living room drinking beer out of a can while watching something on TV. He stood up and the wife did the introductions and just like that, he welcomed me into his home. Marilyn sat me down on the couch next to him then jumped on top of me; her mouth glued to mine as my hands grasped her buttocks while Andrew watched us. Our clothes came off minutes later, by which time I’d turned the bitch over on the couch, pulling her jeans off her legs. Mine came off next, together with my shorts, and she and her man gasped when their eyes fell on my cock. “Come taste this black cock!” I held the slut’s head up and jammed my cock down her throat. Her mouth opened and right away she started gagging on the motherfucker. Her head bounced up and down on me while I pressed myself down hard on her. Her man switched off the TV and undressed and watched us go at each other. My hand caressed the wife’s pussy while I sat on top of her, feeding her mouth with my dick. I finger-fucked her pussy, loved the way she squirmed from it. bodrum escort I came off her and brought my head between her legs and eat her pussy. She squirmed even more, caressed my head all the while my face remained glued to her cunt. She called out for her hubby. Her came to her aid, kissed her tits and face and caressed her arms while she pressed her hips against my tongue. I made her cum minutes later, but I was just getting started. My cock was itching for some of that pussy. I sat up on the couch and she came and straddled me. Andrew, her husband, grabbed my cock and thrust it inside her cunt as she lowered her butt cheeks down on me. I gasped from the way her pussy muscles squeezed my dick. Seconds later she was riding me harder with each second, pressing her large pair of tits at my face while her ass and hips bucked against my cock. At one time I held her ass cheeks up and didn’t move any other muscle except my pounder stick, driving it hard in and out of her cunt, loving the way she whimpered and moaned from it. My hands slapped her ass cheeks, and that made the slut buck even faster.I pushed the slut off me, my cock dripping with her lubrication juice. I pulled her face towards my crotch and made her suck me clean. When she was done, I snapped at her to turn around and hug the couch. She assumed the right position, aiming that pretty milf ass at me, and I came on top of her and slipped the head of my prick inside her warm, waiting hole. It went in easy, and this time she wouldn’t stop hollering while I drove that black cock in and out of her. I looked over my shoulder at her hubby. He sat across from us, stroking his cock while enjoying the show; sometimes he told me to fuck her harder, which I did. I was like a crazed horse; no one was going to tell me then to get off the bitch. I breathed down on her ear, biting her ear lobe. I reached a hand down between her legs and rubbed at her clit. Her body thrust back at me, wanting me to finish her off. She had an orgasm not long afterwards.I still wasn’t done with the bitch. I lifted her up from the couch and lay her on the arm rest of the couch and went on tearing that pussy up. She wouldn’t stop screaming my name—“Ohhh Shango! Ohhhhh fuck me! Fuck me, you Nigerian bastard!”Her curse words drove me crazy and I went on slamming that pussy hard like I was stabbing her heart with my cock. I barely listened to the sound of her cries even as I felt myself roaring to a climax. The moment came and I drove my entire load deep inside her pussy. She held me on top of her, not wanting to let me go, not until I was done emptying every drop inside of her. I turned to the husband, “Where’s the bedroom?”He pointed at the corridor behind me. “Down that way”, he said.“Don’t come inside for another hour,” I told him and picked up the slut from the couch and carted her towards the bedroom.

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