1. diary of a housewife. part one.


    Date: 5/23/2017, Categories: True Story, Author: RebeccaC, Rating: 78, Source: sexstories.com

    Getting married caused a lot of stress in our lives. Rick refuses to let me work, and even with a new town home (in a low income area) and bills racking up he refuses to budge. It dampers our relationship and puts a strain on us emotionally, and sexually. He's constantly working. The stress makes it hard for him to be affectionate. You see where this is going. I am a good girl. And a good wife. I tried for weeks to cater to him. Every morning I sucked him dry. When he came home late, I put my needs to the side and sucked him dry. We've had sex once in our new home, when we first leased it, and it's been a little over a month. Which brings me to the present. Next door there is a group of hooligans. Young guys, maybe college, I'm not sure, but there's a lot of traffic and a lot of parties. Rick is a little on the racist side, and I feel he is intimidated because I get a lot of attention from black males. I'm fit. But I'm thick. I get the cat calls and to be brutally honest, their lack of respect for my husband is intriguing. Sometimes I watch them play basketball out back for hours, like a stalker. Yesterday when Rick went off to work in his usual pissed off mood (he brushed my affection off, they were out back all night causing ruckus) I tried to go back to sleep. An annoying buzz kept me awake, and it took a while but I decided to go and investigate. It took me a while to find the source, but a cell phone was sitting on the steps of my back porch ringing off the hook. ...
    Thinking someone might be trying to find it I answered it. "Hello?" A female voice immediately responded, rude as all hell with a " who the fuck is this?! " " I found this phone on my back porch.." I couldn't even finish before it hung up. I went back in and pulled on some leggings, then went out the front and knocked on the neighbors door to no avail. Back inside I wrote a note explaining that I found the phone, and if they knew who it was then they can knock on my door and come get it. I went back in and sat the phone on the table then jumped in the shower. Drying off and pulling a satin robe (it matches my thongs) around myself I put the coffee pot on and went into the living room. Having an idea I took the phone and went through it, looking for a number for the owner or a frequently called number. The only one I could find was the bitch who hung up on me and screw that. Then I made a mistake. I opened the photo gallery. I seen faces I recognized, party pictures, a couple nude females, but more of Tev. Tev was like the leader of the pack, always dominant. He was cute for a black guy. The pictures of him flexing is what made me keep going. Then I found it. It was fucking huge. And ugly. But intriguing. I felt my pussy instantly soak. I was always attracted to black guys but never had sex with one. Even in high school during my "slutty" phase, with all the black guys chasing my bubble butt around I still never broke. And I thought I've seen some pretty big cocks but it's definitely ...
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