Later that night

Hannah was relaxing after dinner that night and couldn't stop going over what had happened earlier that day. How worked up Tyrrell was getting her simply by standing next to her. "I hate that I reacted like that. I'm a married woman and I love Jerry." She can't stop thinking about how wet she got watching Emily grind her ass on the black students cock. "I can't believe I saw Emily do that. She's always been just the sweetest girl, but that... Fuucckk that looked good. Shit. I can't think like that."

In the middle of that thought, you walk into the room. Hannah looks up at you with a distraught face.

"Is something wrong honey?" you say and sit down with her.

"Um. No. I mean, I don't know." Hannah says as she leans on your shoulder.

"Did something happen today sweetie?

"...No.. No nothing happened. I'm just.. I don't know.. "

You wrap you arm around her and nestle into the couch. Hannah smiles because this is what love is, but how different your arm feels around her now isn't lost on her.

Sometime goes by and you make a point to caress her as you two snuggle. The occasional kiss on her head to let her know you're still thinking about her. She eventually looks up at you after one of your kisses and you lean in for a kiss on her lips. You pause for a second to look in her eyes and then go in for another kiss. Then another. And another. She begins to sit more upright next to you and runs her hand a long your leg as you two are making out. She unbuttons your pants and slowly undoes your zipper as the both of you think to yourselves, "Fuck, it's been so long." She slides the hand down and cradles your nuts, caressing you while the making out heats up. Before long your 5 inch white dick is hard as a rock and she begins stroking you. She smiles in between kisses and you are moaning into her mouth. The width of her hand almost spans your entire dick but after 20 years of marriage she knows exactly how to work you. She starts to kiss your neck while whispering to you "Mmm.. You like that Jere? Do you like the way I touch you?" She continues her little strokes of you while you struggle not to cum, squirming in your seat under her hand "Mmm Jere, how about we go upst-" You cut her off by blowing your meager load with a pathetic whimper. You open your eyes to see her staring at her messy hand with disappointment and a little bit of disgust. She never liked cum; the smell, the feel, and especially the taste. You knew you fucked up on multiple accounts here.

"I-I'm sorry Han.. I'm r-really sorry.. I don't think I can get it u-up again tonight but if we go upstairs m-maybe I can t-take care of y-you..?" you manage to mumble out in attempt to remedy the situation.

"Jesus Christ. This is what I get for trying I guess. A 5 minute make out session and a disgusting mess all over me." Hannah says in her head

Sigh, "No.. It's fine Jerry. I'm not in the mood anymore.." making a show of her messy hand to prove her point though she was lying through her teeth. She's been raring to go for hours and despite Jerry's partially successful job in cooling her off, she was still hot. "I'm just going to clean up and go to bed. Goodnight." Hannah says clearly frustrated.

Shortly after you hear the bedroom door close you head up to your room. By the time you get there the lights are already off and Hannah is in bed. You slide into bed as silently as possible not to disturb her. 10 minutes go by with you lying in bed wondering how the heck you make it better when you hear the bed sheets rustling. You look over to see your wife still laying there but the sheets by her lap are moving. You watch her for a couple moments to hear the slightest squeals from her mouth. You gather as much courage as you can and slide over to her putting your hand on her hip whispering "Let me, Han, please." you kiss her on the back of her shoulder as she looks bad at you apparently giving her the green light to take over.

You get closer and reach your hand down to her pussy. You begin working her in circular motions, trying to set up a good moment to slide your fingers into her. Somethings not right about your angle you think because your just not getting the reaction from her that you expect. Something is just off. You try leaning up around her for leverage. You try moving her from her side to her back but nothing is working. After 15 minutes of awkward fondling Hannah says exasperated "I got it. Just go to sleep."

"N-No I can do it."

"I got it." your wife says very curt and rolling back to her side putting her back to you.

Defeated, you slink back to your side of the bed and face away from your failure.

Hannah begins to play with herself with much greater success. She wants to pull out her phone and open Jarrad's Instagram or maybe even watch a sexy music video but the thought your unsuccessful attempts of getting her off and her rude brushing you off distracts her. She ends up giving up and with a sigh she gets up to get a glass water. As she passes by the bedroom window a car pulling up to her house catches her eye. It's dark but the streetlight perfectly lights up the driver's seat showing an incredibly handsome black man. In years past she wouldn't have been attracted to such a hood looking man but after watching rap videos nonstop for over a week straight it seems that she's acquired a taste for the gangster type. Your wife is frozen at the window as she sees this man reach into his lap and slowly pull out the most massive black cock she's ever seen. He wags it back and forth while your wife's hand makes its way back down to her pussy, the fire reignited and your embarrassment of the night a distant memory. Her mouth is watering as she watches that big black cock wag back and forth. Suddenly a head of long brown hair slides out of the darkness of the passenger seat and over the glorious black dick. She watches in shock as the realization that the beautiful brown hair bobbing up and down in this thugs lap is her daughter Chloe. But she can't seem to look away. Chloe is licking from root to tip with passion. He puts his big hands on her head and repeatedly forces her head down only for her pop right back up and begin to plant kisses along the length up and down the black cock. Hannah loses herself in watching how long this black man can last. It's been 25 minutes and Chloe has been giving the most intense blowjob Hannah has ever seen and he still hasn't cum yet. "I wish Jerry could last like this guy" Hannah says as she rubs the front of her panties and gives her enormous tit a squeeze.

Eventually the thug roughly forces Chloe's head down hard and begins thrust up into her at the same time. He releases the back of her head and she slowly raises before going back down and licking him clean.

A few minutes later Chloe leaves his car and walks back to the house, passing through a light illuminating a strap to her top falling down and her tit almost falling out, and a big smile and drool dripping down her chin. Hannah walks over to her door and listens to Chloe make her way up the stairs. Hannah pokes her head out the door to see Chloe at her own bedroom door.

"Chloe?" Hannah softly said down the dark hallway

Chloe turns towards her moms voice, the moon light once again illuminating her spit and probably cum covering her face "Oh hey Mom"

"Where were you?" Hannah asks

"I was out on a date with my boyfriend."

"You have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah. It's kind of new... But... I think I love him... " Chloe says with big sweet smile that's contradicted by the spit all over her face glistening in the moonlight. "But, I'm going to go to sleep now. I'm exhausted." she says with a giggle.