A young mother is left alone by her husband, making her find support outside her home.
When I was much younger, my husband and I hit a rough patch in our marriage. We had been married a number of years now, and had 3 children, our oldest two boys, and our youngest daughter Courtney. It started because my husband worked a string of jobs that took him all over the country, leaving me alone with our kids. He made decent enough money and life wasn’t terrible, but I wanted him with us more than anything and so did the kids. As former hippies from the 60’s, we had a sort of agreement with each other that we wouldn’t sleep around anymore, but if one of us did cheat, they wouldn’t say anything so it wouldn’t hurt us or the kids. Well I new fairly certain that my husband was sleeping around still. I get it, you can’t just turn it off when you’re a successful man with the ladies. But when your wife and kids are at home in Chicago and you’re off “working”, getting a girl knocked up in Houston, it hurts. I know I wasn’t a virgin when I married, far from it, I spent my youth trying out cocks and drugs everywhere I went, but once I married and had my kids, I grew up. My husband didn’t which is why he did what he did. Shortly after Courtney’s 9th birthday, we separated, and he lived with his other girl in Texas raising his other daughter Maria Cortes, his half white half Latina daughter.
We never divorced and he didn’t remarry, but for a few years I may as well have been single. Still living in Chicago, I went back to work, which is were I met a new man. Travis was an older black man, tall and thin, but older by a few years. In the 60’s a lily white blonde girl like me would never be seen with a man like him, but it was the 90’s and it was far more common now and far less people cared. We bonded as we were the only two “older” people in our work place. I was a former hippie, a total flower child, and he was both a former black panther and then Vietnam veteran. All that was long in the past though and now we’re just two people looking for love. In fact our pasts never really came up outside of sex. He had the most massive cock when I played into the racial fantasy of a strong black panther stealing away an innocent little blonde girl. He’d fuck me so good, so hard and so deep. Some of the most memorable sex of my life, even without the drugs of my old days. He’d choke me till I passed out then fuck my lifeless body back to life, making me literally scream as I orgasmed back to consciousness. I kissed the bedside picture of my husband and I on our wedding day as his black cock ripped my ass open. It reminded me of the old days, when I could be freely passed around by a group of men and just ravaged. If I wasn’t a mother of three, I’d be getting high on something.
I suppose I’m a bad mother, because while this was happening, my children were sleeping in their rooms next door as some strange man fucked their mother senseless. I’m sure Courtney heard, and my sons, but what am I supposed to do? Let my husband knock up random women and not get any myself? As I went through my second “hoe phase” as I hear it called now, getting absolutely split in half, I hoped my daughter might find a man who gives her orgasms like this. Even when she was in Catholic school, all prime and proper, learning to be a good girl, making me and my own mother so happy, I imagined her future having a big strong cock pump his babies into her cunt. As much as I wanted it, I was too old for any more babies myself. Travis and I never used condoms or the pill, and even though he unloaded in my pussy every time, I only got pregnant once. I had a miscarriage early on, but I wanted a baby with the man who stepped up for me. I never told my parents about this relationship, they were mad enough about my marriage situation. Plus, I had already disappointed them as a hippie, so my Catholic parents didn’t need to know their “little angel” had almost had a black baby.
Finally, after 5 years and miles of Travis’s black cock later, my husband came back. I was mad at him for awhile, and he understood, but he really wanted to come back and be a part of our lives again. He apologized over and over, and did everything to make it up to me. One day he begged me over the phone to take him back, I just listened as I bounced on Travis’s cock. Courtney was 14 now and so I asked her if she wanted her dad back or not. She cried as she said she wanted him back and wished he had returned sooner. It was hard on me, but over the next few months my husband and I got reacquainted. Travis was upset at first but understood. After two years, on Courtney’s 16th birthday, our family was for the first time back together like normal. While my husband never fucked me like Travis, I fell back in love with him over time. I never told him about Travis, just that I did have a boyfriend while he was gone but nothing more. Now that we’re older, when he gets coffee with his guy friends I bring Travis over to catch up. Our relationship mostly friendly now, but still sometimes we have sex. Deep down I think I will always prefer his black cock to my husband’s. I never considered myself a whore, even though I clearly am one, but after I discovered my daughter’s stories on here, I realized my dream so many years ago had come true.
Even as a married mom of 5 with a faithful husband and lot’s of sex, she still has a little bit of whore in her that I have. Having gone through and read all her work, I now know what her and her husband were doing that night they called me over to watch my grandchildren. Courtney my sweet baby girl, I love you so much and hope you and your wonderful husband have as much dirty sex as possible! I can’t wait to meet my new grandbaby and hope you, your husband, and your black neighbors all have a great time in bed when your ready for more sex. The thought of my sweet baby girl underneath a big strong black man like that makes me so excited. Keep up the great work, sweetie, mommy loves you!
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