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Let's Play Ball
Book: Let's Play Ball Read Online Free
Author: Lolah Lace
Tags: interracial romance, forbidden romance, interracial erotica, Interracial erotic romance, interracial sex, interracial romance bwwm, interracial romance black woman white man, balls to the walls, infidelity sex
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Fuck me! This feels good. How does she feel?
    The muscles in my back started to tense
as I felt myself coming to an explosive conclusion. What I wouldn’t
give to have Kari sexy lips wrapped around my big cock. Her tongue
licking my balls and bouncing them on her wet tongue. Two of my
fingers buried deep in her scorching hot succulent pussy. Ughhh
fuck! Shit! Shit! That did it. I came fast and hard in the wet
solace of the water. Fuck me! I gushed all over the tiles. I got
carried away. I need better aim. I leaned forward to steady myself.
I was a little off balance. My hair had run down to my forehead. I
took both my hands and pushed it back.
    While in the shower I decided I would
go into the office instead of work from home. I need to escape my
mischievous thoughts. I wish Kari never told me she was attracted
to me. I wish I didn’t want to fuck her so badly.
    I went into the office and worked
alongside my brother. I went out to lunch to run some errands. I
went to the mall, a place that I rarely visited. I returned to the
office as quickly as I could. Work was a comfortable place for me.
It was like my second home. I worked until eight o’clock. I hadn’t
planned on staying that late but there were structural problems
with an office building we are building in the suburb of Naperton.
I didn’t get home until eight-thirty. My kids were already in bed.
Tess was somewhere in the house. I went to check on the
kids.
    I thought long and hard about how I
could rid myself of this adulterous desire I had for Kari
Fenderson. Earlier at work I came up with a plan to get the
temptress out of my head. That was why I went to the mall. I loved
my wife. I wanted to fuck Kari. I could just fuck my wife instead
of make love to her. That would sate my obsession with the black
princess. At least that was the plan.
    I made sure the children where tucked
away and in a sound sleep. I entered the bedroom and Tess wasn’t
there. I wanted to fuck, not make love. I sat on the edge of the
bed. I sat my cell on the bedside table. I picked it back up to set
the time on the alarm clock.
    Tess strolled in with a smile. This was
the mood I hoped she be in. Tess was not what many would call a
timeless beauty. She had brown curly permed hair that was not long
but not short. She has very small facial features. She has thin
lips, a thin nose and small eyes. Tess was very thin even after our
three kids. Her mother was overweight and Tess became obsessive
about being thin.
    My wife even had a bout with anorexia
nervosa in her college years. Then it resurfaced after our first
child was born. Tess had an irrational fear of gaining weight. It
was illogical to everyone around her. She was 5’4” and ninety-eight
pounds. She went to therapy and was briefly medicated. I felt bad
about the entire ordeal although I never criticized her in any way.
I just wanted her to be healthy. I secretly prefer her to have more
weight on her body. Married couples have secrets. I learned never
to engage her in any topics concerning weight or food. I would
never do anything to trigger her disease. She was a devoted wife
and a loving mother. I couldn’t ask for a better spouse. We all
have our personal problems and hang-ups.
    By all accounts Tess was a plain Jane.
She didn’t even own any red clothes or bright colors. I had to
admit I liked her like that. I never had to worry that she was
going to attract a man. I’m never worried she would cheat on me. I
know that this is my own insecurities staring me in the
face.
    There were so many voluptuous, scantily
clad, flashy women out there in the world. Tess was safe from
temptation because I knew no guy would approach her.
    Tonight I was going to do things
different. I wondered if Tess would think it was strange if I tied
her up. I always wanted to do it but the thought of her judging me
and thinking of me as a weirdo stopped me cold.
    I was ready for tonight to be special.
Tess entered our bedroom and went into the dresser
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