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Wife, Sister + Hot Mom

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A secret hotwife based in Alabama, USA, sent me this letter




My name is Elizabeth, and from the above photo, I am the one in pink. My sister, Alyssa, is beside me, and the older woman in blue is my mom, Jane. We live in Alabama, born and raised. My sister and I are married and in healthy relationships with our respective husbands, and the same is true for our mom. But that has nothing to do with why I wrote to you, sir.


My reason happens to be that several days ago, I became intrigued by one of your Twitter posts below:



I have also read the linked story (I Shared My Boyfriend With My Mom) included in the post, and the thought of that happening to my sisters and my mom, including myself, is part of why I decided to write to you today. It is a thought I’ve harboured in my mind for a long time, and to think I would stumble across such a post got me more excited than ever.


I am intrigued about wanting to meet someone like you, and if it’s possible, I would love for someone like you to come to Alabama to own me, my sister, and my mom. Yes, I would love for you to fuck the three of us, whether single or together, I don’t care.



Sorry, I have to be careful writing this down, as I don’t want it to attract my husband’s attention. My husband has no idea of what I desire; he cannot possibly fathom what it means to be fucked by a strong black man, especially one such as yourself. I have been perusing the contents of your Twitter profile, including your Blue Sky account. I was stunned to discover your website and the hundreds of articles you have written there; this is what I have always wanted for Alyssa and me.


I have been blacked before, a long while ago. That happened during the early year of my marriage, and it was with a former co-worker who has since relocated to Texas. We were both drunk, and we’ve had an ongoing flirting business happening between us. One night, things aligned perfectly, and I allowed him to kiss me. I thought it would end there, but the exotic smell oozing from him was too desirable for me to pass up. We were in my office. I cleared my desk, lifted my skirt, and allowed him to have me. I was frightened when he cummed inside me, and I quickly washed myself clean so my husband wouldn’t notice anything when I got home; thankfully, he didn’t.




My co-worker and I carried on with our affair for several weeks but had to end it as things were starting to get out of hand. People were beginning to talk about our closeness, and because of my sensitive job, I couldn’t allow things to continue. He was disappointed but recognised the dangerous game that we were playing. As much as I craved him, it simply wasn’t worth the risk of losing my job and marriage. Things did cool between us up until he demanded a transfer. I’ve thought of writing to him to know how he’s doing over there. He’s probably married by now, or maybe screwing some other woman . . . if only I had the courage to have him back in my life.



There once was a time when my husband thought of us becoming part of a swingers social group. This was years ago when I was attractive enough to stop any man in his tracks. I would have loved the idea, but I couldn’t tell my husband how badly I wanted us involved. The couple we met weren’t attractive or interesting enough sexually. The husband was quite lame when we went to bed, and my husband got no attraction from his wife. That was as far as we ventured into that lifestyle. I kind of wish they were a black couple, as then I know the husband would have fucked me good, and maybe his wife would have worked some seductive magic to inspire my husband.


My sister and I are very close. We share intimate stuff—naughty stuff between girls, you know what I mean. The type of stuff that would make our husbands blush if they overheard. Like me, Alyssa has been with a black man. Hers began during her college days. I knew the guy, as he had been a football jock and is currently a known figure, though it would be quite a scandal if what happened between him and Alyssa ever got out. Alyssa had been a cheerleader, and she said they got together one evening in the boy’s locker room when everyone should have been home.



Unlike me, Alyssa has had multiple experiences with black men since then. Once, when she had travelled to Florida to attend a business conference, she had made out with a black stranger she encountered at the hotel where she stayed. She invited him to her room, and according to her, it was the best damn sex she’d had since her college days. He left before she woke up in the morning, and her only regret was that she couldn’t recall his name.


Mom, however, has lived a clean life, unlike her daughters. She had stayed married to the same man throughout her life, the thought of cheating on him never crossed her mind. Though she once admitted to us one Christmas night that we stayed up late that the thought of cheating on Earl, my father, had once played on her mind. She never mentioned who the likely candidate was, except that he was someone we knew. Was he still alive or dead? She never said. Was he a white man or (GASP!) a black man? She never said either.



Imagine what it would be like if ever I visited my parents one day and caught my mom fucking a black man while my dad was away . . . or maybe he would be downstairs in the living room, not wanting to see mom getting blacked, while he watches TV. I’ve dreamed of that numerous times as I’ve likewise dreamed about me and my sister and getting passed by a black-dominant man like you.


I would like to imagine us kneeling before you, taking time to suck your cock, passing it back and forth, and later one of us (preferably Alyssa) would rim your butt while I stay busy sucking your cock . . .



I wonder which of yours you’d love to fuck first. Perhaps you would go for me, as I’m the oldest, and besides, you know my pussy would make it worth your while once we get down. I hope you’re okay with my size. My breasts would take your breath away once you squeeze your face between them, and my pussy would grip your cock the instant you get busy stretching my cunt walls. Alyssa might have longer staying power once you get to fuck her, but I know my pussy would likely drain you by the time her turn arrives.


And then I wonder if you’ll have enough strength to go after my mom.

I hope to write to you more later.


Regards,

Elizabeth from Alabama.






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