1. Former Playboy Playmates Part 7: Alyssa’s Journey


    Date: 2/21/2017, Categories: Fiction, Black, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, First Time, Group Sex, Hardcore, Interracial, Job/Place-of-work, Latina, Male / Females, Male / Older Female, Males / Females, Older Female / Males, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Threesome, Violence, Wife, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

    silly saying “mommy” to a 14-year-old, but it just fit. Joshua was confused at first, agreeing to check it once a week starting the following week, just like I asked him to. Owen threw a broom at me when I got home, angry that I hadn’t swept recently. He muttered under his breath about how much better I thought I was than him and how I was nothing in the grand scheme of things. He belittled me, calling me a slut, and I let him. I took it, listening to him insult me in hushed tones so his son wouldn’t hear, as I swept. It’s so sad how some people change for the worse. He went to check on Joshua, making sure he was doing his homework; he loves his son so very much. I finished sweeping; I mopped too, and started on dinner. That night, I left the guestroom I had been ordered by Owen to sleep in for the last year of our marriage, and snuck into Joshua’s room. I sat on the edge of his bed and woke him up. I reminded him how much I loved him. I told him I was going to stay with my niece Sandee. I told Joshua to check his PO Box in a few days. I kissed his forehead and left. I knew that he didn’t believe any of the horrible things Owen may have told him about me. I could see it in his eyes; I could tell he felt sorry for me. There was something else too. I could see restraint, as if he wanted to run with me, but was keeping his cool, trusting me to write him, letting me get away from the abuse, knowing that however things ended up he and I would always have each other – even if ...
    only by letters. I removed my wedding ring, sitting it on the little table by the front door and left. Owen was still asleep. I arrived at Sandee’s house in Santa Monica, not far from the beach, after midnight. She is actually my half-niece. Her mother, Diane, is my oldest half-sister. Either way, Sandee and I always got along. She’s 36 now; I’ll be 37 in a couple months. At the time, Sandee was a stripper, hoping to get out of that profession. Needless to say, she knew how to have fun. ******* “Whoa, whoa. Fun?” Ulysses asked, interrupting the story. Alyssa laughed, “Calm down. We didn’t have wild parties or anything like that. I met a few of her friends though. Some would stay the night, some were quite loud.” Ulysses kissed Alyssa’s neck from behind, his hands massaging her large breasts, while she sat against him in the bed. “Loud?” “In the bedroom yes. She loved many people,” Alyssa chuckled. “I was busy writing letters to Joshua, mailing one almost every day. They were simple letters, telling him I loved him, reminding him to keep my location a secret.” “Did he?” “Yes. Owen showed up anyway a few days later. I hid under Sandee’s bed. I didn’t have this belly back then, so I could fit under there. He never came in to search the house. Sandee suggested I might’ve gone to a friend’s house in Nevada, acting shocked when Owen told her I left him.” “Did your son write back?” “A few times, yes. I told him my address wouldn’t be permanent for a long time. I told him of my ...
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