Chapter 1

It was a warm night in June on a Friday, Bree was excited because she had just gotten cleared to have sex from her doctor. After waiting nearly two months, she was ready for some action. Unfortunately, Marcel was in New York on business.

Bree looked at herself in the mirror of her bathroom. Her snatch back was in serious effect. Plus her breasts were extra plump. She pushed them up in the black satin bra she wore and smiled.

Her cell phone sounded. She saw Allen’s picture holding their youngest daughter, Helena. She smiled and answered, “Hello lover,” she said flirtatiously.

He had extra cheer in his voice, “Lover, I love the sound of that.”

She continued to put on her clothes as he spoke. She loved the sound of his rich voice pouring out of the speaker.

“What’s this picture you sent?” he asked with curiosity hoping that it meant what he thought it meant. Right out of the shower, she snapped a picture of her wet naked frame and sent it to him with the message, “Ready?”

“Well, my husband is away. Your wife is away. The kids are with Marcel’s mother this weekend.”

“I’ll leave the door unlocked.” The call ended.

The drive was pleasant. She listened to sexy R&B music along the way. She was ready to be sexed good by Allen. She pulled into the opened garage and parked. When she stepped out of her car, Allen was standing by the door waiting. The garage door sounded as it closed right as she stepped out of her vehicle.

As soon as the red stiletto that strapped up her calf hit the concrete, his cock swelled in his pants. The rest of her body emerged and his eyes popped. She wore a red embellished cold-shoulder dress. It was long-sleeved but there were slits down the arm that showed the perfect amount of skin. The bottom portion of the dress hugged her ass snugly and barely went to mid-thigh.

She had a devilish look on her face. His jaw dropped as she strutted toward him. He stared at her, “All this for me?”

“All this for you, babe.”

“I wanna fuck you wearing this dress and those heels.”

He opened the door and watched her walk inside. The door locked the door. As soon as she stepped into the kitchen, he pulled her close showering kisses all over her body, “God I missed you, Bree. I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”

She chuckled, “Babe, just do what you feel like doing.”

He grinned, “Anything?”

“Anything. I’m yours until Sunday afternoon.”

Allen’s heart raced. He would have her Friday night, all day Saturday, and Sunday morning. He planned to take advantage of every minute.

She touched his face, “But remember, it’s a marathon, not a sprint, baby.”

He smiled and rubbed her ass, “You’re absolutely right, I can take my time.” He rubbed her full breasts, “Wow,” he commented at how full they were. “Can I record?” he asked.

She nodded.

Quickly, he ran off to get one of his cameras and set it up on a tripod. He had her in the perfect frame by the island counter. He walked over and guided her to turn around. He stepped out of his shorts and later pulled off his shirt. He was completely bare as she stood in that sexy red dress and red shoes.

His hand touched the hem. The dress rose up her thigh and over her ass. She wasn’t wearing any panties. He surveyed her pretty brown round bottom, squeezed, and then slapped. She was still so sexy. Two babies and her body was tight.

His long elephant trunk hung. He rubbed the tip then placed it at her center and drove it inside. They moaned simultaneously. He paused and savored the feeling of her pussy hugging his shaft. It was a delicious familiar feeling.

Not only had he not been with Bree, he had not been with Kate. She had been gone for three weeks back in DC with her girlfriend Judith.

Bree reached back and touched his face, “She missed you,” she said sweetly.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Um-hm.”

“He missed you too,” he admitted.

He began to thrust nice and evenly. It didn’t take long for her to tremble. “Shit, Allen, babe.”

He remembered just how to make her pussy sing. He grinned pleased at how he managed to make her cum quickly. He held her hips and rocked her back and forth. He watched her ass wobble with each thrust. He paused for a moment then pulled back until the tip nearly came out before pushing back in and holding. He pulled her up straight and used his hands to hold her waist as he pushed in deeper, “Ahh fuck Bree, babe,” he moaned, “Did you get back on the pill or something?” he asked as he felt his DNA ready to spill inside of her.