Michelle Claude’s husband cheated on her.
Trapped in a trophy marriage with her underwhelming lover, Michelle’s only hope
for vengeance lies in squandering his money any way she can. Or is it? While
shopping for sexy lingerie she encounters an arrogant black thug who wants what
any man wants from the posh beauty, and thus a dark plan of risk and debauchery
is set into motion that will give Michelle far more than the revenge she
anticipated…
A Wife’s Dark Revenge is the first
chapter in a series covering topics of adultery, interracial relations, and
breeding. Those who enjoy stories of affluent wives falling into a world of
naughty risk and fertile consequences will enjoy reading about Michelle’s dark
desire for retribution in the sexiest ways possible.
Here is a small sample of Michelle’s
descent into her dark revenge:
“Mmm, and
wifey is bringing home guests,” He smiled, exposing the obnoxious grill as he
slapped her ass again.
“I told
you to stop that,” Michelle growled, but didn’t try to remove his hand. Every
swaying step reminded her of how this man touched her, so roughly and firmly
unlike her dainty-touched husband. He held her like he already owned her. In a
way it exhilarated her to be disregarded so completely by this stranger.
She opened
the doors and stepped in, and her dark guest looked around. “Shit, you people
are fucking decked out,” he said, in awe at the chandeliers and polished wood
furniture arranged in the foyer.
“Do you
want a tour?” Michelle said, an edge to her voice as his attention momentarily
flowed away from her to her husband’s toys.
“Fuck
that. The only place I want to see is your bedroom,” he said. The words sizzled
down Michelle’s back and fell like hot embers into the pit of her belly. She
stepped to the staircase across the room and ran her fingers along the railing.
“It’s
upstairs. This way,” she said, and began the climb. The staircase was long,
winding around to the upper floor, and close behind her eager black consort
followed. Michelle knew full well he could see up her dress. His warm load
still squished between her legs, no longer dripping out but definitely still
buried deep inside her pussy.
Every step
a lewd barely-audible shlick escaped her moist sex, and her pert ass swayed on
full display for her perverted lover. The thug made no attempts to hide his
stare, humming and stroking his lively member through his sweatpants behind
her.
“Can’t you
control yourself?” Michelle asked as she walked, “You’re acting like an
animal.”
“Yeah, I’m
an animal alright. I’m your fucking black stallion, baby.”
A jolt ran
through Michelle’s chest, her heart seizing one too many times. Just like her
lewdest fantasies, she was leading a man up into her bedroom. But instead of a
blond-haired Danish warrior, it was a thuggish African man with an ego the size
of his package. Somehow, Michelle knew her old fantasy just couldn’t compare to
reality anymore…
She stepped
into the bedroom, and closed the door behind him. She locked it, and placed the
key on the mantel above the fireplace.
“Afraid
someone might interrupt us, baby?”
“Yes. My
husband.” She set down her collection of bags on the bed, the clothes alone worth
more than a few thousand dollars. No doubt her husband’s credit card bill would
be through the roof, but that no longer mattered. Michelle had found a new way
to get back at him, and that way was already stripping off his baggy shirt and
sunglasses behind her.
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