Wife Stories: Jordan

This is a fictional story about a white wife cheating on her husband with a black man. If you don’t like stories like, then feel free to choose another to read. A lot of women are moving into the incestuous haven I’ve set up in previous stories. Jordan here, has recently moved there too.




Introduction

Another orgasm ripped through my body making me almost lose consciousness. When the shaking stopped, my body felt weightless, like I was floating. I fell on top of Scott; no one has ever made me cum like this.

I told him that, while catching my breathing and running my hands over his chest. I knew he’d give me that arrogant little grin, like he knew that his cock is the best I’ve ever had. Oh fuck, it feels so good, he feels so good.

“Mmm, Scott,” I moaned, rolling off him, my eyes going to his big, white, mushroom headed dick.

“Yeah, baby?” the twerp said.

“Don’t be so arrogant, Scott. You may be the best I’ve ever had, but there’s someone else who came in a very, very close second.”

“Heh, ok, sure.”

I playfully bit his chest, raking my teeth across his muscles. I licked his body, all the way down to his cock. My big tits, perfect for his big dick, surrounded that very same dick. My mouth worked the tip, my titties held his shaft in place.

“Ah yeah just like that,” he put his hands behind his head, no doubt thinking he’s so special, the best. I wasn’t going to tell him that I thought he was. Instead, I felt like humbling him a bit.

I decided to tell him a story; the story of how my marriage ended.


-1-

Six years ago, it was a typical weekend. I didn’t have to work, which was nice. I was a flight attendant, so sometimes the hours were long. But that was the weekend my husband, Carter, made a suggestion that changed everything.

I went swimming before lunch. Carter was lying out by the pool, working on his tan. I climbed out, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed inside. I was extremely horny the past several days. Carter didn’t seem interested. I was hoping to change that.

I made him a sandwich and brought it out to him. Sitting next to him, waiting for him to finish, I figured I’d just go for it – the direct route.

When he finished the sandwich, I stood, removed my towel, and right there in broad daylight in our backyard, I removed my bikini and stood naked before him.

“Jordan, what are you doing?” he sat up looking around. “Come on now, someone could see you.”

“I don’t care. Maybe you should take me inside to bed if you think I shouldn’t be naked out here.”

“Cute,” he nodded. “Fine, let’s go.”

A few minutes later, Carter was on top, humping away at me. There was no foreplay, no tit sucking, no pussy eating – just straight to the missionary sex.

He grunted a few times and ejaculated inside me. He rolled off and caught his breath. I said nothing. I didn’t complain, I didn’t whine about how I didn’t cum, I just accepted it as a quickie and that was it. I had dildos I could use later, after he goes to sleep.

I walked around naked for the rest of the afternoon, cleaned the kitchen, did laundry, making myself available if he wanted me again. As I guessed, he did not. Carter appeared a little later, freshly showered and dressed.

“Hey. Going to meet a couple guys about a job next week,” he said, grabbing his keys. “I need to check out the property.”

“Oh, alright,” I nodded.

“Hey check it out,” Carter said, pointing out past the pool. “It’s that old fart next door.”

“That’s not nice,” I said.

“He can barely get around. That dog helps I guess,” Carter observed.

I looked out the back door with him, the next door neighbor, Ralph, was wondering around in his back yard, his dog, a big Rottweiler was following him around.

“Poor guy,” I said, heading back to the kitchen.

“You know, you show go over and give him some food.”

“Some food?”

“Sure, bake something, and take it over there. He’s an old man, doesn’t have anyone. Might brighten his day.”

“That’s kind of nice of you to suggest,” I was actually surprised Carter thought about anyone else, much less in a sympathetic way.

“I’m not a total douche bag, sometimes,” he winked at me.

“Whatever.”

“Yeah, bake something, go over there and offer it to him,” Carter said, heading out the door. “Oh, and go naked, that’ll probably brighten his whole week!”

“Sure!” I rolled my eyes and waved bye to Carter. I peeked out the backdoor again, being able to see into the neighbor’s yard. There he was, Ralph, and elderly black man, maybe in his 70s, watching his dog pee.

We only spoke to Ralph several months back after we moved in. Carter was doing some yardwork and Ralph happened to be outside. I remember looking out the window seeing Carter talking to an older black man. Carter came inside laughing, saying that old man was pretty silly. I asked what they were talking about, Carter simply shook his head and laughed.

“Go naked, huh?” I sighed. “Maybe he’d get more excited than Carter would. But no.”

I did bake Ralph something – a dozen cookies. When they were done, I put my clothes on and headed next door.

I knocked a few times, while holding the container I put them in. I saw movement in the living room, Ralph slowly making his way to the door.

When he opened it, he looked like he’d seen a ghost. He held his chest and wiped his forehead. “Whew, whew, what can I, oh goodness, what I can do for you, ma’am?”

I had to control my laughter. I glanced to the Rottweiler at his feet. I think I heard the dog fart, then again, it could’ve been Ralph.

“Um, hi. I live next door, and I –“

“You live next door? Is that what you’re saying?” Ralph stared intently at me.

“Uh, yeah, over there.”

“Oh goodness. Ok, please continue, what can I do for you?”

“Well, actually, nothing. I was baking some cookies and I thought –“

“For me?” he placed his fairly large, black hand on his chest.

“Right. For you. And Carter, my husband, who I think you’ve met, said you’d like them, so I brought them over.”

Ralph took a deep breath, nodding slowly. “I see, I see. Well come in.”

His house was a mess, a total mess. It smelled pretty bad too. I had to watch where I stepped to avoid an odd poop nugget from the dog.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said, smelling the cookies as if he hadn’t eaten weeks. “Such a sweet young girl.”

“Well thank you, and you’re welcome,” I smiled. I watched him eat one, savoring it like it was the best thing in the world.

“Mmm, mmm, MMM!” he chewed it. “You got some good skills, girl.”

“Heh, thanks,” I didn’t tell him it was cookies from a box, not made from scratch.

“I’ll be sure to munch on them some more later.”

“Great,” I moved toward the door.

“Come on back next week and I’ll be done with this container here. Ok?”

“Oh no, it’s fine. You can keep it.”

“No, I can’t do that, girl. It’s yours. Come back next week and I’ll have it washed for you.”

I looked at the skinny black man, then glanced to the piled up dishes, “Sure.” I smiled and inched back toward the door.

“You tell that husband of yours, you a good girl, real good. Thank you so very much, young lady,” He said, walking me to the door, opening it.

“Ok, well you take care, I’ll see you later,” I smiled and waved, bouncing down the steps. I never heard the door close; I wondered if he was standing there looking at me, staring at my ass or something.

When I got back him a few seconds later, I laughed, “Weird old man.”


-2-

I told Carter all about the visit later that night. I told him how smelly and gross his house was, how the dishes weren’t done, how there were a couple dog turds here and there.

“Jordan, I gotta be honest. I’m having trouble staying awake,” Carter interjected. “You should go over here and clean up for him.”

“Huh?”

“Why not? I got a ton work to deal with next week on that renovation job. Sounds like the old man could use some assistance,” Carter said, rolling over.

“I don’t know,” I sighed, no sex tonight it seemed.

Carter didn’t reply immediately. There was a pause before he said “night.”

I waited a little while, and got out of bed. I felt like skinny dipping. I felt like being naked in general, but what I really craved was sex.

I stripped naked, walked around the pool and dove in. The water felt so good against my naked body. Moments later, I was pretending Carter was with me, while I fingered myself in the shallow end. I grabbed one of my breasts and sucked on it. I moaned loudly when I released it. I orgasmed out there that night, pretending my husband was fucking me.

I climbed out of the pool and laid on a lounge chair. I could see the second story of Ralph’s house. The windows were darkened. I wondered if he went to bed at seven pm.

I fingered myself again to another orgasm, then went inside. I took a shower, got my pajamas back on and went to bed next to my sleeping husband.

******

“Come in, come in!” Ralph smiled, gesturing me to enter. He seemed so happy to see me for some reason.

“Sorry, would’ve been by sooner, but I had a lot of flights,” I said, watching where I stepped again.

“You a pilot, girl?” he asked, his eyes brows furled.

“Uh, no, flight attendant,” I said.

“Oh, yes, yes, of course, mmhmm,” he nodded. “I have your container right here.”

It was cleaned, but the rest of the dishes were certainly not. Carter’s words were recalled. “Hey, uh, if you don’t mind, can I do these dishes?”

“My dishes?” he asked, as if I was referring to someone else.

“Right. Yours.”

“Well you go on right a head, girl. Mmm, so sweet of you,” He said, taking a seat at the small kitchen table. “How much you charge?”

“Huh? No, nothing, no charge. I just saw they look a little dirty,” that was a big understatement.

“No charge? I gotta repay you.”

“No you don’t.