Fireside

It was an early cold front this October, and Elizabeth asked Antoine to make a fire for her in the large fireplace. She was sitting in a chair, feet propped up, reading the journals of Delilah when Antoine added another log to the fire and sat on the couch.

"Anything interesting?" Antoine asked.

"Not really," Elizabeth said, shrugging. "Delilah's journals are pretty ... boring. I did read from Cassandra's journal that there is a cave on the property."

"That so?" Antoine said, thinking. "It gets a little hilly on the northwest side of the property. Probably around there. Thinking you want to do another excursion again?" He crooked his lips wryly, and Elizabeth laughed.

"Why Mr. Jefferson," she asked drolly, "if you need some pussy, you don't have to take such **** measures. You only need to ask." Her eyes gleamed in the firelight.

Antoine felt his big eleven-inch cock start to twitch to life immediately.

"Well then, Mrs. Jefferson," he said, his voice cracking suddenly. "I'd like some pussy."

Elizabeth strode over to Antoine. She undid his trousers, pulling out that long, fat, perfect ebony cock of his, jerking it insistently, rubbing her thumb under the crown of his cock after she pulled back the foreskin. Then she tugged off her yoga pants and panties, and squatted over his cock. He was so much better than her white ex-husband, so superior ... he was her happy ending. She held his cock high and proud as she lowered her juicy, well-fucked cunt onto him, lowering inch after inch, then pulling her legs up onto the couch in a squatting position. She held Antoine's hands, bouncing up and down his prick, her sodden cunt clinging hungrily to the massive pole, as she came over and over. Finally, on his time and his terms, he seeded his wife.

"Oh God, Antoine, I love you so much," Elizabeth said, kissing her husband heatedly.