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  Dark Thoughts:

  My Husband Isn’t Home

  (A Cheating Wife Story)

  By: Nichole Taylor

  © 2018 Dark Thoughts Entertainment

  WARNING:

  Mature Audiences Only

  Disclaimer: All references to people, places, and events in this story are made up and do not represent the views of anyone other than the author. This is a story for fantasy and entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to people, places, and events in real life are purely coincidental.

  Any models used on the cover of this eBook do not share any of the views contained in this story, nor do they represent any of the people, places, events, or storylines contained within. Any resemblance is, again, purely coincidental.

  Chapter 1

  My husband, Jim, was a worthless, pathetic man. It’s his fault this happened, not mine. He didn’t pay attention to my needs. He spent long hours at the office and took so many goddamn business trips when he could have easily gotten someone else to do it for him. After twelve years of a loveless marriage, I’d had enough of his bull shit. He barely even saw our two daughters. I’ve raised them both practically alone and any help I’ve had has been from friends and family, but never him. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t even know their names.

  I couldn’t tell you the last time we fucked, it was that long ago and that forgettable. He could barely get it up in the first place and once he did, well two-pump chump would be a compliment. He barely acknowledged my presence and I was almost certain he was cheating on me with high priced call girls on his “business trips.”

  Even at thirty-eight years old and after two kids, I’ve maintained my model good looks and tight, sexy body. I even had my tits done a few years ago. Jim hardly noticed. Meanwhile his gut is ever expanding, the hair on his head is disappearing, and he seems to have hair growing in the oddest places.

  The only reason, and I literally mean the only reason I’m still with him is his money. I know me and the girls will want for nothing and that will be taken care of. If it wasn’t for that single fact, I’d have taken our daughters and left years ago. But lately he was just under my skin and I was seething with rage. It was time to teach him a lesson. I was sexually frustrated and horny as hell.

  That’s where our neighbor, Sammy, came in. Sammy was a single parent and former Marine who lived next door to us and ran a successful consulting business from his house and was incredibly good looking. He was a little younger than me but he was tall, muscular and had the most beautiful black skin I’d ever seen.

  Our bedroom window had a perfect view of their pool in the summertime and on more than one occasion I’d watched Sammy swim laps or sunbathe while watching his daughter play in the pool. One time, I even caught him doing laps naked as the sun was coming up. When he got out of the pool, I almost fainted at the sight of his big, black dick hanging between his legs, glistening in the morning sun as the crystal blue water ran down his washboard abs. He quickly pulled a towel on and the moment was over.

  I’d masturbated to the idea of seducing Sammy while my husband was away so many times I’d lost count. It was time to make it happen. My husband was away in New York on business for a few days and the girls would be at camp during the day. It was the perfect opportunity and I wasn’t going to miss it.

  I put on my skimpiest bikini, made some margaritas and went out by the pool to wait for Sammy to come out. I was ready to pounce. There was no way he’d be able to resist the show I was going to put on for him.

  I placed the ice cold pitcher of margaritas on the table by the lounger next to the pool and laid out, basking in the sun. It was only a matter of time before he would fall into my trap. That big, thick black cock would be between my legs in no time at all.

  Chapter 2

  The sun was high in the sky, just a little after noon and it was a scorcher. Tiny beads of sweat ran down my chin and between my breasts and finally settled in the slight ripples between my abs. Thank god for the margaritas, they were so refreshing and a little strong. I had been outside for about two hours and was starting to get impatient. Where was Sammy?

  After a while, it was so hot I couldn’t stand it anymore. I got up, took off my sunglasses and dove head first into the deep end of the swimming pool. The water was cool and refreshing against my sun-baked, tan skin. I swam from the deep end to the shallow end which faced Sammy’s yard and then treaded water for a little bit, enjoying the coolness of the pool water. I swam back and forth a few more times, then as I was about to get out, I dunked my head under water one last time to feel the chilly rush of the water enveloping me.

  When I popped out of the water, there he was. He was standing by the side of the pool, skimming the leaves off the top. If he’d noticed me, he was pretending he hadn’t. I hoisted myself up the ladder and out of the pool onto the scorching hot concrete and made my way over to the lounger under the umbrella.

  “Hey Sammy,” I said as I walked in his direction. He looked up at me and smiled. Gosh, he had the most gorgeous smile I’d ever seen.

  “Hi, Mrs. Baker,” he said, waving.

  “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Kristen, Sammy? I’m not that old,” I said smiling, he was always so polite. He shook his head and apologized.

  “Sorry, Kristen. Bad habit that’s all. It’s the military man in me I guess.”

  “No problem Sammy,” I picked up the pitcher of margaritas and held it up towards him, “margarita?”

  “Oh, no thanks. I have to pick my daughter up from soccer camp later. Thank you though.”

  “No worries, let me know if you change your mind. Marie is picking up Adda and Scottie from swim camp, so I’m cutting lose this afternoon. Don’t judge me,” I said, smiling.

  “No judgment here, believe me. I’d love to kick back on a hot day like this, and if I didn’t have to pick up Kelly, I’d probably join you. But I’m more of a beer guy myself anyway. Never really got a taste for tequila,” he said as he tossed the debris from the skimmer into the yard.

  “Oh my god, I love tequila. It's my go to drink.”

  “Is that right?” he asked rhetorically. He turned to face me and all I could think in that moment was the time I had the chance to fuck this cute black guy in college, but got too drunk and blew it. Being with a black man had always been my ultimate fantasy and now the most beautiful, handsome, intelligent, perfect man in the world was standing in front of me and he happened to be black...and well hung...and single.

  “Yep, reminds me of all those wild nights in college,” I said. He raised his eyebrows and there was an uncomfortable silence. He went back to skimming the pool. I was tipsy, but it was just enough to take the edge off. I knew exactly what I wanted and I knew what I was doing. The margaritas, or the tequila more accurately, just gave me the courage I needed to take the plunge.

  Shit. I’d killed the conversation. Now he was back to cleaning his pool. If I didn’t think of something quick, he would go back inside and I’d miss my chance. Who knew when I’d get another one. I reached for the bottle of lotion on the table next to the pitcher of margs and squirted some onto my hands and began rubbing it all over my arms and the tops of my tits and in between, then down my shins.

  A few times, I did catch Sammy looking at me, but it was hard to tell if he was checking me out or just happened to be looking in my direction. I started to try to do my back and failed a few times a getting the hard to reach places. There was no one else around to help me, so who else was I going to ask.

  “Hey Sammy?”

  “Yes, Kristen?”

  “I hate to bother you, but Jim is away on business and well, this is embarrassing
, but would you mind putting some lotion on my back? I just can’t seem to reach it.”

  Sammy stopped and hesitated for a moment, I could see he didn’t think it would be appropriate.

  “I don’t wanna risk getting skin cancer you know? You can’t be too careful these days,” I said innocently. He shrugged and started to walk over, probably against his better judgement. Maybe he was checking me out.

  “Oh that’s ok, take your time there’s no rush. You can finish what you were doing,” I said, trying not to appear too overbearing.

  “No worries, I don’t mind,” suddenly he was standing right next to me reaching for the bottle of lotion. His hands were so massive and powerful and they were about to be touching my body. A shiver went down my spine.

  “Hold on, let me turn over on my stomach so you can get the whole area. It’ll be easier for you,” I undid the tie around my neck so he could get lotion on that as well. Plus, I didn’t want to get any tan lines.

  Sammy squirted some lotion into his masculine hands and rubbed them together to warm it up a bit. He placed both hands firmly on my shoulder blades and began to work the lotion in. He was so strong and muscular it felt like a massage. I instantly closed my eyes and relaxed, “Oh, Sammy!.That’s feels great, thank you so much for doing this.”

  “No problem Kristen, don’t want you to get skin cancer, right?” he said with a smile.

  “Hey, do you think you could get the backs of my legs too while you’re at it? They’re not so easy to get to either.”

  He hesitated for a moment, then relented and squirted some more lotion into his hands and started rubbing down the backs of my thighs. I felt his hands come up to just below my ass cheeks and stop. I was soaking wet just from him touch me with his hands, I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I closed my eyes and fantasize about him ripping my bathing suit off and ravaging me right there by the pool. I fantasized about pulling his big, black dick out and sucking him like a slut for all the neighbors to see.

  I could tell he was getting ready to finish up so I had to take a chance. I pushed myself up on my arms and turned to face him. The top of my bathing suit stayed on the lounger and my tits were out for him to see.

  “I’m sorry, Sammy, before you go could you just give me a quick massage --” he was staring right at my tits and I could tell he liked what he saw.

  “Uhh, Kristen --” he pointed to the place where my top used to be and I looked down. I pretended to be shocked and embarrassed.

  “Oh my goodness,” I quickly turned back around and laid down so he couldn’t see them anymore. “I am so embarrassed! I forgot I undid that!”

  “That’s ok, don’t be embarrassed. It was just an accident. It happens,” he said. A perfect gentlemen.

  “So, do you think you could work that knot out for me? It’s been killing me all week.” Sammy put the bottle of lotion down.

  “You know, I really don’t think that’d be appropriate. Maybe your husband can take care of it when he gets back -- or you could go see a professional. I know a great place,” he was stammering nervously.

  “Oh come on, please? It’s been killing me all week. Jim wouldn’t care at all,” I said. He sighed heavily and put his hands on the back of my legs.

  “Ok, quickly. Where?”

  “Up a little more...a little more....a little more...there!” his hands were now cupping my ass cheeks.

  “Uhh, here? Are you sure?” I was dripping wet at this point with his big, black hands gripping my ass so firmly. I could already feel the knots melting away.

  “Yes, there -- ahhh that feels so good. Perfect, thank you, oooh! Oh my god, I’m sooo tight.” I opened my eyes and his crotch was almost in my face as he bent over me, massing my butt. I could see the bulge in his pants growing right in front of me. It was massive. Oh my god. I mouthed to myself.

  I couldn’t help it, this was turning me on so much and working out perfectly. Now was the time to pounce. I reached up and brushed my hand over the outside of his pants and rubbed up and down.

  “Oh, my. Sammy, what is this?” I started to reach for the zipper on his fly. I had to see it. But he quickly reached down and pulled away. He was so embarrassed.

  “Kristen, I’m -- I’m so, so sorry. I should go.” He was tripping over himself to get out of there.

  “It’s ok, baby. It’s perfectly natural. And believe me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” I got up onto my knees and thrusted my tits out, this time with a purpose.

  “Come on, I showed you mine. Jim won’t be home for days. It’ll be our little secret.” I was staring at his cock like a predator sizing up its prey, licking my lips. He was rock hard. I knew I was going to have him. “Mmm, look at that bulge in your pants, you can talk all you want baby, but I know you want it. You’re rock hard.”

  He backed away, then stumbled over a chair and headed back to his yard. “I’m sorry Kristen, I - I can’t. It’s wrong.” And with that, he went back inside and left me there stunned and wondering how the hell I let him get away. I shrugged and poured another margarita for myself and went inside to cool off.

  Chapter 3

  I quietly stewed in the kitchen, wrapped in my towel and scrolling through my facebook feed. I was a little drunker than I’d care to admit, but still had all my faculties. How could he say no? Not to toot my own horn, but I was a hot little piece. At about five foot five, I had curves in all the right places and beautiful, exquisite tits that my husband paid for. There wasn’t a man out there that wouldn’t want a go at me.

  Out of principal and perhaps wishful thinking, I hadn’t strayed once. I had never cheated on Jim. Sure, I thought about it. All the time. I masturbated frequently to the thought of other men and on the rare occasion Jim could get it up to fuck me, I certainly wasn’t thinking about him.

  But I didn’t think the first time I tried I’d be rejected like that. My ego was a little bruised. Sure, he wanted to fuck me. The tent in his pants said that much, but he was able to resist. What was the hold up? He couldn’t possibly give a shit about Jim. They’d maybe said two words to each other in all our years as neighbors. They didn’t have any kind of bond. He was just too much of a gentlemen. That must have been the hold up. Too polite for his own good.

  Tipsy and confident, I resolved to give it another go. He wouldn’t be able to resist a second pass. Before the kids were home, I’d be riding that big, black dick to a full body orgasm come hell or high water.

  That’s when I came up with a plan. It was childish and uncreative, but I was certain it would work. I dialed Sammy’s house number from my cell phone and he picked up.

  “Hey, Sammy? It’s Kristen -- oh, no I’m the one who should be apologizing to you I just, lost my head a little back there. No, really you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s all my fault.”

  I paused for a minute while he explained himself and that he was kind of seeing someone and he didn’t mean any offense to me, blah blah blah, but I let him finish. Seeing someone? We’ll see about that.

  “Listen, the reason I’m calling, and this is super embarrassing, but I think there’s a snake in my house somewhere. It’s just a harmless little one, but I’m terrified of snakes. I’m legit standing on a chair in my kitchen right now, afraid to move. Do you think you could maybe, I don’t know, come over and get it out of my house for me? I’m here all alone, well you know that.”

  I paused for a moment and sighed heavily. Then my face lit up.

  “Really?! You will? Oh my gosh, thank you so much. You are a lifesaver.” I hung the phone and hurried around the house to get ready. I stripped out of my bikini and put on a skimpy, silk bathrobe that could barely contain my tits.

  I waited anxiously in the kitchen for Sammy to knock on the door. My heart was racing with anticipation and my pussy was aching for dick. I was wetter than I’d ever been before. I was going to fulfill my ultimate fantasy and teach my husband a lesson in the process. I’d set up a hidden camera in the bedroom. I was going to get it al
l on film so I could show it to my pathetic loser of a husband.

  I wanted him to see how a real man treated this luscious body that he constantly neglected. I was going make him watch a superior black man fuck his wife’s pussy raw. When he got home from New York, I was going to sit him down and make him watch the whole thing. You want to cheat on this? Fine with me. This is what I’m going to do from now on.

  I had it all planned out in my head. I was finally going to get my revenge on my asshole husband. I deserved a good fuck, but he deserved to be humiliated more than anything else. The trap had been set, all the plans were in place. All I had to do now, was finish what I started at the pool and seduce Sammy and get him upstairs.

  Once Sammy walked into my den, there’s no way he was walking out without giving me what I wanted: his big, hard, black dick and a hot, creamy load of cum in my married, white pussy.

  Chapter 4

  Finally, after about fifteen minutes, there was a knock at the door. I purposely left it unlocked so I could keep up my ruse of being stranded on a chair in the middle of the kitchen.

  “It’s open, just come in!” I yelled. I heard the knob turn and the door swing wide, then shut. I heard footsteps on the hardwood in the foyer.

  “Kristen? It’s me.” Sammy walked slowly.

  “I’m in here, in the kitchen.” I readied myself for him to turn the corner. I untied the sash on my robe and got ready to drop it on the floor. Sammy turned the corner, he’d changed clothes and he was wearing a sexy tank top that showed his bulging muscles and tasteful tattoos and a pair of gym shorts. As soon as he came into view, I dropped the robe on the floor and stood completely naked in front of him.

  “Hey big boy.” I said, in as sultry a voice as possible. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” I walked slowly towards him. He stood there motionless, paralyzed by my trap.