Hotwife Phone Sex with Scarlett – Part 1

I always knew my slutty ways would catch up with me eventually. None of my friends were talking to me anymore, since I kept fucking their boyfriends…and dads…sometimes even their moms. Speaking of dads and moms, my family won’t even talk to me anymore. I mean, how was I supposed to know that guy at the family reunion was my cousin-in-law?

I was totally shocked when my family broke the news to me. An arranged marriage? Seriously? It’s the 21st century, and with my bitchy attitude, gold-digging personality, and VAST sexual resume, I sincerely doubted anyone would want to put a ring on me And besides, the only ring I wanted anything to do with was a cock ring. DEFINITELY not a wedding ring.

Wedding bliss…

When I met you, I was so disappointed I wanted to cry. Weak, whiny, pale, pasty, and NO muscle tone…I didn’t have to see your cock to know that it would be as pathetic and tiny as the rest of your body. At least you were nice to me, kind of…

Fortunately, you turned out to not just be a spineless pussy, but a RICH spineless pussy. Not only that, but you had a LOT of sexy friends. You didn’t even try to get an annulment when you caught me sucking off the Best Man at the wedding. I told myself that I wouldn’t cheat there, not at my wedding, since that seemed just a little TOO slutty. However, the second I laid eyes on the Best Man, I knew I couldn’t resist. It didn’t matter that he was your college roommate, it didn’t matter that you had been best friends for over ten years. I saw a tall, sexy, ripped black man, with a HUGE bulge in his dress pants, and all morals flew out the window.

Not only did I gag and choke on that huge BBC, thick, long, and heavy, I worked my way through the rest of your groomsmen that weekend, too. But that huge black dick was by FAR my favorite. 

Here cums the bride!

Once we moved into our marriage home, I immediately banished you to the guest room. We wouldn’t be sharing a marital bed, and we DEFINITELY wouldn’t be consummating the marriage. That didn’t stop you from listening at the door though. You’d just peep through the keyhole and stroke your pathetic shrimp dick as you saw me ravaged by black cock. You marveled at how tiny I looked, surrounded by the tall, dark thugs I’d pick up. They were always over 6’2, always ripped, and their cocks were as big as my arm. I’d laugh with glee as they flung them in front of my face, and I’d tell them all about you and your shameful whiteboi dick. 

Do you remember the first time I caught you peeping? I was with your best friend Darren again. As he pounded my white pussy and moved my pale body in positions you had never seen before, I caught you watching through a crack in the door. I grinned evilly at you as I gasped, feeling the thick black dick stretching my pussy in ways an inferior whiteboi never could. You couldn’t believe your eyes, and you couldn’t help but get in for a closer look…

Xoxo,

Scarlett

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