The Suburban Wives Club - excerpt 1



Enjoy this short excerpt from my upcoming erotic novel "THE SURBURBAN WIVES CLUB". The second in the Suburban trilogy.

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There was a phone ringing in the living room of the Cavanagh’s residence down on Duke Street. Horace Cavanagh, 56years old, thinning gray hair on the sides with a smooth bald plate for a head and a protruding gut for a belly was trooping down the stairs to answer it.

He was grumbling and cursing as he marched down the stairs. Not merely from the ringing phone but that he was attempting to zip up his pants as he came down. He went in the direction of the living room and adjusted his glasses on his face before picking up the phone. There was a bumping noise happening above his head while he answered the caller. The noise was coming from the bedroom he shared with his wife, Gail. Aside from the bumping noise that was the sound of their bed board banging against the wall, there as well was Gail’s moaning cries as she was steadily getting fucked by her lover. Horace had been enjoying the show watching them when the phone cut through his fun and began to ring. The time was 07:07 a.m.

Horace spoke quickly into the phone, wanting to be rid of the caller so he could return upstairs before they climaxed. He listened to what the caller had to say then said goodbye before dropping the phone on its cradle. He stopped to blow his nose before treading back up the stairs.

He’d left the door open when he walked out. Horace could still hear Gail’s cries climbing and falling amid grunts, almost in sync with her lover. Horace walked in past the door and there was his wife lying under the black man who was busy fucking her. The man’s name was Ali, and he was a regular of hers. At the moment he had Gail’s legs hooked over his shoulders while he pressed his lower bulk on top of her. His buttocks came up and then slammed down on her hard. Gail exhaled grunting fits each time he drove deep into her.

Horace returned to his chair that he had positioned beside the bed where he had front-row action and he unzipped his pants to resumed jerking his penis.

Ali had been with them since the previous evening. Always whenever he came by, Gail makes sure he spent the night and that was exactly what he had done, fucking her all through the evening and well past midnight. Coming awake this morning, Gail had reached over to wake him up. She wanted some cock from him before he upped and left. Nothing felt greater than morning sex; Ali had needed little persuasion before obliging her need.


Gail lost her breath in a loud whoosh each time Ali slammed deep into her. His cock was thick and never failed to drive her feverish with near madness whenever he plummet her with it. He removed her legs from his shoulder and came upright to be on his knees. Gail propped one of her legs against his arm and she massaged her pussy folds while his cock slipped in and out of her. Ali groaned from the workout; he ran his hand across his face and it came off with sweat. Gail squeezed her face and groaned through her teeth as she felt him taking her toward the precipice of climax.

Ali pulled out of her later and turned her over to be on her knees. Gail grasped the headboard and pushed her buttock backward while he rammed into her hard. She gasped uncontrollably from the hurt and ecstasy he fed into her pussy.

“Fuck me, Ali!” She thrust her butt back at her while screaming her head off. “Fuck me like I’m your best fucking whore!”

Ali grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her face upright. He slapped her butt with his other hand, grunting hard as he fucked her hard. Their rhythm shook the bed like it would collapse any moment; their grunts and moans seemed to merge like a synchronized recording. Horace came to his feet and his pants fell down his thighs while his hand dexterously kept stroking his shaft.


The moment came while Ali tensed and exhaled a lengthy guttural cry. He yanked Gail’s hair harder and she, too, groaned aloud as she felt her lover fill her pussy with his rich cum. Gail was still massaging her pussy fervently and she, too, achieved her own climax seconds later while Ali was still shaking more cum into her. Horace leaned closer to the bed and observed his wife’s pussy leaking with copious cum. That was another aspect why she loved having Ali in her bed. Besides having a huge cock, he was always a copious cummer.

Ali pulled out of her and collapsed on the other side of the bed, breathing heavy. Horace knew that now was his moment. He struggled out of his pants as he came on the bed and pushed his wife to retain her position leaning forward against the headboard. He lay on his back and brought his face under his wife’s crotch. Cum leaked out of her pussy like a dripping faucet, falling into Horace’s open mouth. He let all of it slip down his tongue to his throat and later raised his head to clean his wife’s pussy thoroughly. Gail eventually sat backward on his face, rubbing her thick butt over his chin. She moaned while feeling his tongue licked every aspect of her stretched pussy.

“Ohhh yeah,” she sighed. “Lick all that pussy, cuck boy. Uhhh . . . you’re such a good pussy cleaner.”

Horace too moaned satisfyingly while he did his cleaning-up job. He wiggled his way out of his wife’s butt when he was done. He licked traces of cum off his lips and wiped his hand over his chin and licked more cum off his fingers. Gail turned over and lay on the bed and offered her husband both her legs. Horace knelt by the bed’s edge holding Gail’s feet with one hand while he jerked his cock harder with his other hand. He groaned as he expelled cum over her feet and toes. When he was done, he knelt by the bed and licked his cum off his wife’s feet. This was a typical ritual of theirs. As long as Gail enjoyed been a slut for black men, Horace was never to defile her pussy with his cum. Horace loved it and was willing to do anything for his wife’s love.


“Are you enjoying your creampie meal, honey?” Gail asked him.

“Very much, my mistress,” Horace replied while still licking cum between his wife’s toes.

Ali came off the bed and did a couple of push-ups on the floor before coming to his feet. “Need to be getting to work,” he said.

“Hold on, babe,” Gail offered her hand to him. “Let me join you.”

He helped Gail up from the bed and they went into the bathroom to shower together. Horace knew his role as well what was expected of him while his wife was having her bath with her lover. He wore back his pants and got to work taking out the soiled sheets and covers from the bed. He would get out a clean pair from the closet to dress the bed. But not before he licked clean every tiny trace of cum that he had missed from the sheets.

By the time Gail stepped out of the bathroom with Ali behind her, Horace had replaced the sheets and covers with another. He didn’t open the windows yet, though sprayed a can of vanilla scent about the room to get rid of the fervent smell of cum.

While Ali and Gail made idle talk as they toweled themselves dry, Horace continued with his submissive stance and went to one of the spare bedrooms that had formerly been occupied with their children, all of whom had flown the coop and living their lives however they wanted. Inside the room, Horace looked in the wardrobe and got out Ali’s spare clothes that he had brought with him yesterday. Horace had pressed his clothes for him last night. He returned to the bedroom with them and laid them accordingly on the bed—pants, shirt and jacket. He returned to the spare room to get his shoes.

Ali took his time putting on his clothes while Gail, too, wore her house robe and waited for him. Horace left them and went downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast for himself and Gail; Ali had indicated that he was in a hurry and couldn’t stay for it.


“I miss you every time you have to leave,” Gail said.

Ali was on his knees now tying the laces of his shoes. “You know the life of a lawyer is nothing but busy, busy hours.”

“I know. I just wish sometimes I can keep you longer.”

“If you persuade me strong enough, then I just might,” Ali smiled. “You sure did your best convincing me to come over yesterday.”

“That’s because I hadn’t seen you in a while. You’re always too busy, and I hate that.”

Ali came to his feet when he was done tying his shoes. Gail handed him his jacket.

“I work too hard. But I’ll always make time for you,” Ali said.

She kissed him passionately and then together they left the room.

The smell of bacon streamed through the kitchen doorway as they came down the stairs. Gail left Ali for a moment and went to check on her husband in the kitchen.

“Honey, Ali’s about to leave,” she said. “Where did you leave his bag?”

Horace turned to look at her. “It’s in the living room, darling. I left it on the chair beside the phone.”

Gail returned to Ali and together they went into the living room where his work bag was as Horace had said.

“Call me when you find time,” Gail kissed Ali as they got to her door.

“You know I will,” he said. “See you later, babe.”

He pinched her breasts behind her robe before she opened the door for him and he stepped out into the morning light.

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