Miami

My sister, Sandra, about 10 years older than me, picked me up at the Miami airport.

“New bag?” she asked looking my newest, expensive accessory Preston bought me.

“Yes. Hey, listen,” I said switching to our native Spanish. “There something I need to talk with you about.”

“Sure, anything,” Sandra looked concerned.

That night after dinner, we were in her bedroom. I watched her change into her pajama shorts, leaving her thong on. Her ass was very similar to mine – delicious.

“So what would you like to talk about?” she asked, sitting next to me on her bed.

“Preston.”

“I see.”

“I’ve been cheating on him. Every time I travel for work. This is my third trip here recently. And I’m hoping to continue the trend by finding someone to cheat with.”

Sandra nodded, “Well then, you came to the right place.”

I watched her get off the bed, opening her bedroom blinds, letting the setting sun stream into the room.

“There’s just one issue,” She said, walking to me, standing before me.

My eyes opened with shock, when I watched her turn around, her pull her shorts down, followed by her thong.

“See this?” she asked, referring to her bare ass.

“I do.”

“This is only for black men. It’s made for them. Yours is too, Sofia.”

I watched her bend over, pry her butt cheeks apart, and inches from my face, show me her puckered asshole.

My mouth dropped when she was able to flex it, causing it to open slightly. She must love anal as much as I do.

I grabbed her butt cheeks and moved in closer, watching her asshole pucker and flex, wondering if I could do this.

She interrupted my trance by standing straight up. She handed me a small booklet.

“See that? That’s my little black book. I have around 20 black men that I regularly sleep with. Usually one is here every night. Since you’re now cheating on Preston. Why not do it with black men?” Sandra casually suggested.

“I can have five men here within the hour,” She added.

I smiled wickedly at her. I stood, undressed, ran my hand through my sister’s hair. “I think that’d be a great idea.”

What a wonderful coincidence.

******

About eight of her “boys”, as she called them, showed up an hour later.

They were a mixed bunch. Most where thuggy types, a few others were suave, handsome, black men. But one thing they all had in common was their love for pussy. When they found out I was married, a few of them complimented my big diamond ring.

I could see hunger in their eyes. The way they told me I was pretty, ordered me to sit next to them, run their fingers over my dress, through my dark hair.

I looked to Sandra. She was already naked with one, sucking his cock. Another joined in, penetrating her from behind. I had no idea my older sister was such a lover of black men. I wasn’t either until boredom, mixed with a drunken comment at a basketball game, sent me down this path.

It was an ongoing event. All night they took turns with me. I was on the couch, butt high in the air for them, and they took me – each one going for nearly an hour.

They grew impatient as the night went on. I started working two black cocks at once, sucking which ever cock was in front of me, while another had my married pussy.

Two became four. I was bouncing up and down on one, sucking another, and jacking off two more.

A few hours later, we were all getting exhausted. One of them was taking me from behind. I completely forgot how much I loved have them deeply embedded in my ass.

With my left hand, wedding ring on display, I reached behind and pried my butt cheek apart, revealing my puckered asshole to him.

He grunted and laughed. He knew what I wanted.

“Let me nut on yo ass,” he said, after several minutes of taking me anally.

I nodded and he pulled out, letting his thick, heavy manhood rest on the crack of my ass. I moaned when that warm, tasty semen landed on my asscheeks. I smiled, loving the feeling, loving the sounds of a black man cumming on me.

When he was done, I made sure to use my left hand to rub his seed into my skin. I licked my hand clean, leaving a little bit of semen on my wedding ring.

I joined my sister in the shower. “I’ve never been happier,” I said, throwing my arms around her shoulders.

She squeezed and slapped my ass. “You shouldn't have married for money. You knew that older rich man wanted you as a trophy.”

“Yes.”

She massaged my tired, butt and back in the shower. “You’re right,” I added. “If it were for love, perhaps I wouldn’t be cheating like this to get pleasure I need.”

“What are you going to do, sweetie?” She asked, going to her knees, lathering my ass up with body wash. “Because this thing, this ass of yours, is made for them. Just like mine.”

I smiled as she peppered my butt cheeks with kisses.

“Keep cheating. I may need your help. I may need you to let me indulge myself here,” I said.

Sandra gave my butt a playful lick, then licked all the way up my spine. She turned me around in the shower and kissed my cheek. “Be careful. Also, know that if and when you get caught, like I did, you can still have black men.”

“I know. I’ll be careful.”