The Partner

While Chris would be an adequate cuck, Elizabeth still needed to plan for a partner to fulfill her other carnal needs. This, she found on Tinder, and he fit the bill indeed: Donovan Hamilton, 38 years old, divorced, Ivy League educated, handsome and dominant. He checked all of Elizabeth's boxes, several times over.

"I was surprised to see you on Tinder," he commented smoothly, adjusting his tie. Elizabeth was clad in her trophy wife best, high heels, stockings, a short dress that showed off her alabaster white skin.

"I was surprised to see you too, Donovan. I never figured you the type to be on the open market."

"Well, Irene was a bit of a shrew at the end. We couldn't have kids, and she never got over the news of finding she was infertile," Donovan said, shrugging.

"Well, we won't have that problem with me," Elizabeth said, and they both chuckled. Elizabeth was quite infamous now for birthing Xavier, D-Train's baby.

***

She'd driven Douglas's old Mercedes to the date, and Donovan took special delight in sitting in the driver's seat of Douglas's old car, while Douglas's ex-wife gave him superb head. Her soft, sweet smelling hair was wrapped in his hands, her ruby lips gliding up and down his long, fat fuckpole. He noted with satisfaction that her experience with Black men had made her quite a skilled fellatrix, deep throating his cock over and over, and then swallowing his gift to her. It was an ideal start to their relationship.