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PART V
Please read Marlee Part I first. Parts I through IV are under Marlee Part I.
When I got home that night, I put a disk in the player and sat back. Up popped two days of video of Marlee sucking, fucking, and smoking. After finishing, I smiled and put the DVD away.
I did not hear from Marlee for a week. I keep ignoring her calls. I let her know through a bro that I would be in meeting all weeks and out of town part of the week.
A week later, I sent her a text that I was back.
“Welcome back!”
“Missed you, momma!” I lied.
“I missed you desperately,” Marlee texted.
I did not want to bring up her conversation with her husband. I wanted her to bring it up.
“It was a hectic week for your daddy.”
“Sorry.”
“That’s OK. Puts food on the table and pays for my Mercedes.”
“Do you want to know about my talk with my husband?”
I paused and then texted:
“Yes”
“He’s excited about being a cuckold!”
“Great!” (I knew he would. What white boi wouldn’t want this hot momma to be black fucked?)
“He OKd me going out and stay overnight.”
“Great!”
“When?”
I paused again. I wanted her to be excited.
“Friday night”
“That’s five days from now! I can’t wait.”
I paused again.
“Sorry. My apartment is a mess. I need to clean it up.”
“Oh! OK”
“Did you do the other things?” I texted.
“I got a Brazillian?”
“Yeah! That’s a good momma.”
“He saw my tramp stamp. LOL”
“LOL what did he say?”
“He liked it. We were in bed. I showed it to him and he started jerking off!”
“LOL”
“Yes! LOL”
“Bye”
“Bye, daddy”
We texted all week. I saw her briefly in the hallway on Wednesday. She was wearing a very short, short mini skirt. She had done something to her hair to lighten it. She was wearing redder lipstick and more eye color and make up. She looked hot.
I sent her a list of things I wanted to see her wear and not to wear. I wanted her to show her hubby she was turning into a slut.
On Friday, I could hardly get any work done for her texting. We agreed to have her husband to drive her to “our” club where he would ****** her inside. I wanted it to be a shock treatment for the white boi. We would order some drinks and chat. Then hubby would exit. I would take her home Saturday.
I had my own agenda.
Please read Marlee Part I first. Parts I through IV are under Marlee Part I.
When I got home that night, I put a disk in the player and sat back. Up popped two days of video of Marlee sucking, fucking, and smoking. After finishing, I smiled and put the DVD away.
I did not hear from Marlee for a week. I keep ignoring her calls. I let her know through a bro that I would be in meeting all weeks and out of town part of the week.
A week later, I sent her a text that I was back.
“Welcome back!”
“Missed you, momma!” I lied.
“I missed you desperately,” Marlee texted.
I did not want to bring up her conversation with her husband. I wanted her to bring it up.
“It was a hectic week for your daddy.”
“Sorry.”
“That’s OK. Puts food on the table and pays for my Mercedes.”
“Do you want to know about my talk with my husband?”
I paused and then texted:
“Yes”
“He’s excited about being a cuckold!”
“Great!” (I knew he would. What white boi wouldn’t want this hot momma to be black fucked?)
“He OKd me going out and stay overnight.”
“Great!”
“When?”
I paused again. I wanted her to be excited.
“Friday night”
“That’s five days from now! I can’t wait.”
I paused again.
“Sorry. My apartment is a mess. I need to clean it up.”
“Oh! OK”
“Did you do the other things?” I texted.
“I got a Brazillian?”
“Yeah! That’s a good momma.”
“He saw my tramp stamp. LOL”
“LOL what did he say?”
“He liked it. We were in bed. I showed it to him and he started jerking off!”
“LOL”
“Yes! LOL”
“Bye”
“Bye, daddy”
We texted all week. I saw her briefly in the hallway on Wednesday. She was wearing a very short, short mini skirt. She had done something to her hair to lighten it. She was wearing redder lipstick and more eye color and make up. She looked hot.
I sent her a list of things I wanted to see her wear and not to wear. I wanted her to show her hubby she was turning into a slut.
On Friday, I could hardly get any work done for her texting. We agreed to have her husband to drive her to “our” club where he would ****** her inside. I wanted it to be a shock treatment for the white boi. We would order some drinks and chat. Then hubby would exit. I would take her home Saturday.
I had my own agenda.