“That was great!” Steven said as he rolled off me. “Haven’t done that in a while!”

“Yeah,” I faked a smile like most of the other things I faked. Steven had no clue.

Steven came home just as Thomas was leaving. I was sure he saw Thomas’s shadow against the other house. I had to think fast, and that’s when I started kissing him.

Steven thought I wanted him, so we went up to our room. Steven didn’t even think twice as he pushed his average-sized cock into me, not knowing that the reason that I was so wet and so ready for him was that Thomas’s cum was still inside me.

“We should do that more often,” Steven said as I pulled the covers over me. “I got to get the kids, they wanted to go over Dawson’s house.”

“Okay,” I smiled. “And yeah we should do that more often.”

I watched as he left the bedroom. ‘Loser!’ I thought.

I didn’t lie to Thomas; Steven was a great dad, and sometimes, just sometimes, he was a great husband, a great lover he was not.

I missed Thomas, but he brought out a side of me that I wanted to bury.

I got in the shower and turned up the heat. I wanted to wash Thomas off me. I had to put that ghetto filth off me. I was no longer that white blonde from the hood, the one who would fight at the drop of a dime or when I would cause distractions in the shopping mall so my other friends could steal things.

I wasn’t that woman anymore. I had a house in the suburbs with kids and went to parent-teacher meetings. I had everything I wanted without stealing or robbing someone. I had to tell Thomas I was putting an end to everything. I had to refocus my efforts on being a better wife. Maybe if I sat down with Steven and told him that I wasn’t getting satisfied in the bedroom, we could sort it out as a couple.

I made up my mind tomorrow; I would tell Thomas that I was committed to my marriage and that I would no longer see him.

While my mind had made that decision, my body was betraying me. I wanted to feel like a slut, a whore, a white fuck slut to a big black cock.

I wanted Thomas to fuck me and use me like a sex doll and then dump his cum into me when he was done, only to do it again and again.

Steven had one good go in him, and then he rolled over, and two minutes later, he was sleeping. Thomas could keep going and going until I was limp and unable to move any part of my body.

There was no way I was going to give that up.

As I exited the shower, I heard the kids return home.

I went downstairs to start making dinner.

There was another surprise: my sister came to visit. She showed up on our doorstep unannounced, but that was like my step-sister.

“You should have told us you were coming,” I said.

“And ruin the surprise?” Yvonne smiled.

“The kids always love to see their aunt,” I smiled as we sat in the living room, just the two of us. The kids were in bed.

“I love seeing them,” Yvonne grinned.

“So, what’s the real reason you are here?” I asked.

Yvonne was two years younger than me. My father was also her father, but we had different mothers. We didn’t know each other until we went to the same high school.

“I am serious,” Yvonne said. “Just got an interview in the city.”

“You live…” I started to say but stopped myself. I knew she was lying, but as usual, the truth would come out eventually, and I would give her some money or something else, and she would be on her way.

Yvonne smiled her usual cruel smile. She was up to something; she always was. We came from the streets, so I knew she was here to con someone out of their money or was planning some get-rich scheme. When it backfired, Yvonne would beg me for some money so she could disappear for a while. It was the usual thing with her.

‘Meet me tomorrow at the same hotel, room five-thirty-two,’ Thomas texted me. Along with it, he sent me a picture of his thick long black cock. ‘I have a surprise for you!’

I didn’t want to answer the text in front of Yvonne.

I had to wait for most of the day and into the late afternoon to get rid of Steven and Yvonne, but eventually, I got them to go to the city and take the kids to the movies.

When I got to the hotel, the door was open, and I walked inside. “No,” Thomas said as I reached for the lights in the dark room. “No lights,” he said.

“Okay,” I smiled as I got undressed and went into the bed.

Immediately, his hands were all over me. Squeezing my tits and then my ass.

I reached for his cock, and that’s when I realized.

I quickly turned on the lights and saw another black man in the bed.

“Fucking bitch!” Steven burst into the room.

I heard a shot go off, and the black man’s head went back.

I felt heat coming from my chest as the other shot rang out.

There was a third shot, but it was already too late. My world was turning black. As my world ended, I finally realized the con.

“So, he will be staying with us,” I told my sister’s kids.

Exceptional Circumstance Part Three: Unfortunate Events

She has to make a choice. She can be a good wife to her husband or keep cheating on him.

“That was great!” Steven said as he rolled off me. “Haven’t done that in a while!”



“Yeah,” I faked a smile like most of the other things I faked. Steven had no clue.



Exceptional Circumstance Part Three: Unfortunate Events

She has to make a choice. She can be a good wife to her husband or keep cheating on him.

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