NEW STORY - Her Dirty Secret Life Ch. 2

Story for the week, this was written for my friend JB. The celeb was his choice as are the themes and ideas.

Celeb - Robin Meade

Themes - Interracial, MMF, Thressome, Double Penetration, Oral, Anal, Tittyfuck, Facial.

Atlanta, Georgia

The camera turned off after another segment of the Morning Express was finished filming. After so many years, this had become routine for Robin Meade. Everything was completed on time and all she had to do was smile in front of the camera after saying her final words as a goodbye to viewers watching from home or where ever. The timing of commercial breaks was always welcome, but once the cameras stopped rolling and she could leave the studio, Robin relaxed. Her black heels clicked and clacked across the floor. The color of her heels were mismatched with the rest of her outfit. For a Friday morning, Robin chose a red dress with a V-shaped cutout to reveal her heavy cleavage. Her long brunette hair was fixed in the same hairstyle as usual.

Never one to venture away from a look that worked, Robin was satisfied as her heels continued to clack across the floor down the hall. She knew her assistant would be waiting for her with a fresh cup of coffee, even though Robin had plenty to drink before she went live on the air. The offices were merely steps away when she could hear laughter in the distance. The voices belonged to various people who worked on the production staff, but with one common voice that could not be mistaken. Sonya was in the building. Hearing that voice brought back many recent memories for Robin. It had been three days since her night at the Mystic Palace and the affair she shared with the help of her friend. She had plenty of time to think about it, but those thoughts were now at the center of her mind.

"Wait, Sonya said what!?"

That voice belonged to a man, but the phrase had been spoken so many times in the office. Robin chuckled before she opened the door and stepped in. She expected to find Sonya standing around the cubicle floor if she was not busy at her desk. The room was clear with everyone walking around, heading to their desks, and the sound of printers and other chatter in the distance. Disappointed to miss such a conversation about Sonya, Robin dropped her smile and turned. The breakroom door was within walking distance, but Robin had other ideas than stepping in there. She walked around the office and entered the cubicle maze. Grey painted walls divided the space and created walkways that went in four different directions. Times like this were a reminder for her to be thankful to not have a cubicle office anymore.

Robin could clearly remember those old days early in her career when she had a small desk behind two walls. She did not feel nostalgic about it as she continued to walk through the short corridors and find her way to Sonya's small office space. By the time Robin arrived, she slowed down and poked her head in to see the younger woman sitting in her brown office chair. Sonya's long jet black hair overflowed beyond the back of the chair. She was sitting at her computer, hands stretched out over a white mechanical keyboard and typing quickly. A string of crunching sounds were audible from her hands, echoing in the distance with the printers and chatter. Robin thought to herself that perhaps it would be rude to interrupt Sonya. So far, the woman had yet to realize that someone had entered her cramped office space. Once she stopped typing, Robin cleared her throat to get Sonya's attention.

"Hmmmm, got something for me Bryan? Or are you trying to stare at my ass from this chair?"

Laughing at her words, Robin was amused that Sonya thought she was someone else. By the tone of her voice, Bryan must have been one of her assistants or someone else who annoyed her. She turned her chair on its left side and smirked at Robin after hearing her voice.

"Oh, it's you."

"Yeah! What do you know, it's me invading your office and not this... Bryan."

A smirk ran across Sonya's pink lips. Like any other day at work, her makeup was always spot on. She put most of the women in the office to shame with dressing up, despite not being someone who had to look proper for live television.

"I've been hoping I could catch you to have a talk since the other day. You aren't busy right now, are you?"

Sonya shook her head, still grinning.

"I was busy, but let's just say that my work can wait for now."

Robin giggled.

"I guess you aren't in a rush to type up something, huh? I know the feeling."

"Forget that. I've been hoping I'd run into you in the past few days. So how was your night at the Mystic Palace?"

It was an easy guess that this would be the first thing Sonya asked Robin. With a wide smile, she giggled before answering.

"That was a great night. I met a nice man up there."

With a nod, Sonya replied.

"Oh, did you? Terry Knight has been texting me constantly. He really wants to know who this Shelley is who supposedly works up here."

The look on Sonya's face told Robin that she did not see the humor in using a fake name.

"I didn't want to tell him my real name. Would you have?"

"Terry has known me for years, so yeah! It took me a little bit of time to realize you gave him some fake name."

"What was I supposed to do? Tell him the local weatherwoman has come to see him?"

Sonya laughed at her.

"Well, I would've told him. He sends gifts to my office. He's been texting wanting to know who Shelley is so he can send you a box of chocolates and some roses."

"How sweet."

Robin's reply oozed in sarcasm. Of course, they did not see eye-to-eye on this subject. Sonya did not go on television every morning as part of her job. The last thing Robin needed was gossiping among the office about romantic gifts sent to her office. On the other hand, she found it strange that Terry would approach Sonya and not her. She remembered giving her phone number and had now been awaiting a text message or call from him for days. Robin guessed that maybe he was the type of man accustomed to women throwing themselves at him.

"Either way, whether you want to pose as someone who doesn't exist or tell him who you really are, it's none of my business. Terry asked about you, though. I think he's hoping you take another trip to the club."

"Really?"

Slowly nodding her head, Sonya winked at her friend.

"If you had a good time the first night, the second time around is always better. The weekend is coming up, and that's when things get wild there."

She began to laugh as Robin considered her words. She was not sure if Sonya was merely teasing, but she could not deny that Terry had remained in her thoughts since that first night. It was an affair, and Robin did feel guilt at first, but her husband was still not back home. Deep down, she knew better than to feel guilty for enjoying herself. On the other hand, she had to hope her identity continued to remain a secret if she were to carry on a potential affair. Licking her lips, Robin spoke with a question about Terry.

"Since you've known Terry for a long time, what does he do? He isn't a drug dealer or something, is he?"

"Does he look like a drug dealer to you?"

Now it was Sonya speaking sarcastically. She gave Robin a dirty look. Though she may have been rude in asking that question, Robin had to seriously wonder what kind of man he was. If not a drug dealer, he seemed like a gangster to her.

"Well, I don't know! He seems like a player, I guess. I should've asked you if he was connected in some way."

"Why don't you ask him what he does, Robin. Oops, I mean Shelley."

Biting down on her lower lip, Sonya flashed the front row of her pearly white teeth. She smiled before speaking again.

"If you really wanna see a good time, go see Terry on the weekend. You won't regret it."

Turning her chair, Sonya faced the computer again and left Robin there to leave. As she stepped out of the office cubicle, there was much for Robin to think about. Her husband was supposed to be coming home today, and they had planned a weekend together. That was before their conversation on the phone last night, where he mentioned being caught up in work. That was always the pain of having a long-distance relationship, but Robin knew she could not think too much about it right now. She had to return to the studio and her office to resume work.

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10 HOURS LATER

Long paved roads extended down the street, leading back home. Over the years, Robin had become accustomed to that long drive and taking the same streets after work. It was a different feeling once you were outside the city. With Robin's job, she knew how it felt to be seen out in public and known for being on the local news. That feeling changed outside the city, in a neighborhood where no one bothered her. On a Friday evening, she could not wait to get home, regardless of whether her husband would be arriving back or not. This was one of those nights where she was not sure if he would be coming home after promising that he would be back. James had been working across town with the criminal defense attorney who employed him as a paralegal. So far, Robin did not have all the full details of his case, nor did she care.

As the evening hours shifted, Robin had her phone call with James, where they engaged in a bitter argument. She was angry that he would not be coming home, all while he stressed that the case was not ready yet. They bickered and yelled at each other on the phone for a half-hour before she hung up on him. The argument carried on through text messages, as Robin made sure to have the last word with her husband. The final message was marked 'read', but with no reply. In all of her frustration, she began to think back to that conversation with Sonya. No matter how hard she tried not to think about Terry, the man took up her thoughts regardless. Since they exchanged phone numbers and Robin had him in her contact list, she thought about finally reaching out to him. It made the most sense, given that he had already asked Sonya about the mysterious Shelley.

Then, on second thought, Robin began reconsidering. Why call him when she could show up at the club and surprise him? The only worry she had was a random clubgoer identifying her from watching her on TV daily. She had managed the first night, so Robin felt more confident about doing it again. The risk had only added to the thrill that comes with cheating. Terry was not her first. She could remember the affair she had with a younger man back at work many years ago. Before her night with Terry, Robin would have thought that younger men were more of her preference. A strong young man had to have the stamina and energy to keep her up all night. Terry knew how to handle her and had impressed her with their one-night stand. The more she thought of it, Robin knew what she really wanted. Even had her husband been home tonight, he undoubtedly would not have been in the mood for sex.

Or the type of sex she was currently craving. Nothing romantic and slow. Robin was in the mood to get fucked. As the hours shifted to night, she was thinking about Terry's big black cock with each passing hour. She became wet the more she thought about sucking it and feeling his length extend into her holes. Terry had introduced her to sex acts she had never experienced before and now wanted to explore more new sensations. The more she thought about it, the more she could not resist the urge to play dress-up and go out to see him. On Tuesday night, she felt sexier than she usually felt when gazing back into the lens of a live television camera. Unable to hold herself back, Robin turned her phone off. She was leaving it behind tonight as she opened her closet and searched for a black outfit. There were a few skimpy outfits in her collection, but it did not matter. Robin was confident she could find something Terry would enjoy seeing on her.

The fear of someone recognizing her at the club washed over her mind after gazing back at her reflection in the mirror. Robin pinned her hair in a high ponytail, revealing her large gold hoop earrings. The piece of jewelry was a gift from her husband many years ago that she did not get a chance to wear often. A tube of bright red lipstick came in handy, with a touch of blush on her cheeks. Her outfit was a two-piece dress, complete with a short skirt that went just above her knees. The top had shoulder straps with zippers on each side, curving to reveal a heavy cleavage complete with a push-up bra. Beneath the skirt, Robin wore a black thong to complete the look. Like on the first night out, she removed her wedding ring before leaving. It was easy to call another Uber and bring her purse in case she wanted to buy some drinks. $283 sat in her purse between various dollar bills, but she left behind her ID and driver's license on purpose.

Inside the club, a different atmosphere was felt. It was nothing like what she experienced back at work, whether she was in the office areas or back in the studio. The low lights illuminated the interiors while hip hop music boomed loudly. This was not her kind of place to hang out, but it was proving to be a comfortable escape from reality. From a distance, cigarette smoke filled the air, but it was not much of a disturbance. Robin walked around the club after entering. She took her time, soaking in the music and her surroundings as she felt this different inner-world. The true reason she had come here tonight was the fact that she was horny and needed to forget the disappointment of her husband. After walking past several people, Robin went to the bar like she did on that wonderful Tuesday night.

"Hi there."

She spoke in a low voice. The dark-skinned man behind the counter was the same bartender she met earlier in the week. He was dressed nearly the same as Tuesday night. A light blue button-up shirt was undone to reveal his gold necklaces. In his left hand was a rag he had been using to wipe down the surface of the bar. He offered a friendly smile and replied.

"Good evening, ma'am. What can I get you tonight?"

"Oh, nothing. I came here to see Terry. Is he around tonight?"

The man nodded and set his rag down on the bar. He turned to grab a walkie-talkie that Robin could now see was connected to some metal radio-looking device. He held a button in as he raised it to his lips and spoke.

"Yo Clay! Tell Terry he's got another woman coming up to see him."

"Oh yeah? What does she look like?"

His eyes focused on her as he spoke into the walkie-talkie again.

"Short, brown hair... she's got a fine rack."

The man smiled, flashing his teeth. Robin found herself blushing at his description and spoke up.

"Tell him it's Shelley coming up to see him."

With a nod, the bartender spoke again.

"She says her name is Shelley. She's been here before."

"A'ight, send her own up."

The walkie-talkie clicked in his hand as he pointed with his right hand off to the side. Robin did not have to be reminded where the stairs led up to the V.I.P. rooms. She clearly remembered since it was only a few days ago. Before the bartender could speak again, she stepped aside and stomped her heels up those familiar steps. Her purse dangled from her right arm as she grabbed the gold knob of the door. She turned it and stepped inside, closing the door behind her as Robin came face to face with the same bodyguard she met the night before. He had on a black pinstriped suit tonight, but did not say anything as he stepped aside to offer her entry down the narrow corridor. Her heels clicked and clacked across the floor as the music outside was now somewhat muted, with the bass beats louder than before. From the left corner of her eye, Robin noticed a man. She turned to see a smiling face.

"Oh shit, it really is you!"

Terry lit up with a full smile, flashing his teeth as he clapped his hands in excitement. He wore a white, long-sleeved shirt unbuttoned to reveal his muscular chest and a pair of black slacks. Robin believed he must have arrived in a suit but had stripped down before her arrival.

"Good evening, Terry, happy to see me?"

He nodded while stepping a bit closer. Robin placed her hands on her hips, modeling a pose for him as she smirked.

"I hear you've been wanting to see me, Terry."

"You heard that, huh?"

Slowly nodding her head, she continued to smirk. He ran his right hand up, caressing her face. When he pushed his thumb to her lips, Robin obediently parted her lips to suck it. Within seconds of them reuniting, it was clear to Terry why she had returned to him. Robin had to believe a man like him knew what she wanted. He moved his hand away from her face and spoke again.

"I'm glad you showed up tonight, I've been having a little trouble with my son."

"You have a son?"

"Yeah, wanna meet him?"

"Sure! How old is he?"

"He just turned twenty-two."

Terry turned around and began to walk down the hall with Robin following behind him. She strutted her hips, clicking and clacking her heels with each step.

"So what's the trouble?"

He turned to smile in Robin's direction, still walking forward.

"Javon, or Lil J, as his homies call him, just came home. I don't approve of his taste in women, if you know what I mean."

She chuckled as they continued down the hallway. Terry stopped at an open doorway and turned to look at Robin. Perhaps now was the best time to get on the same page with him, or at least let him know her intentions for the evening.

"You know, Terry, I came back to see you for a good reason."

As he gazed back at her, she flashed her teeth in an attempt at a seductive smile.

"I'm looking for a good time tonight."

With a nod, he replied.

"Yeah, I can see that. Come meet Javon."

Terry led Robin to an open door where a young black man sat on a black couch. The walls were a dark red color with round shaped wall sconces illuminating the room from both sides. Javon wore blue jeans and a white pair of Jordans sneakers. A white T-shirt covered his chest, but Robin could clearly see bulging muscles and his arms covered in tattoos. Gold chains hung from his neck, glimmering in the dark room and a diamond stud in his left ear. He had short black hair and a mustache. The young man gazed up to see her and his father standing in the doorway. In his hands was a smartphone. Whether he was surfing the internet, texting or whatever, he was not bothered by their presence.

"Hi there, Javon."

When Robin spoke, he gazed up and offered a smile, but only momentarily. Javon was clearly preoccupied with his phone for the time being. Robin moved out of the doorway, whispering to Terry.

"He ain't got a girlfriend with him. What did you mean you don't like his taste in women?"

"That's just what I meant, baby. He would prefer some skanky ass hoe over a real woman like you."

Robin had a feeling she knew where this was going. Even though she had not been face-to-face with Terry in some days, she had walked into a situation involving his son. Terry did not have to say it. She knew what he was really suggesting. Maybe it was a test for her if she could be relied upon with family-related problems between the father and son. Terry had been her first experience with a black man, and now she was considering his son. Though Robin wanted Terry, she still had the urge to try new things, as well as her old desire for a younger man. With a smile, she spoke the truth, not beating around the bush on this subject.

"He needs a woman like me. Is that what you mean?"

Terry nodded his head with a smile.

"You're older. You could show him the way."

"But why me? You told me I was a classy lady the other night."

"I sure did. That's what I like about you, baby."

He leaned in, speaking in a low voice.

"You think I want my son fucking some skanky ass hoes like he hangs around? Nah, he needs an older woman with class to show him a thing or two."

With a slight giggle, Robin looked back at him. Terry continued on.

"I can look at you and tell that you've got a thing for young men like that. Do you wanna give it a shot with him?"

After his question, Robin peaked in the doorway to look at Javon a second time. He was still busy with his phone. The screen was clearly on as he kept his eyes locked on whatever it was he viewed. Thinking to herself, Robin slowly grinned. It was strange for him to insist that she fuck his son, but Robin was turned on by it. She wanted to try something new, but only if Terry was up for it. With a grin, she stepped back and spoke in a low voice, hoping his son would not hear them.

"If he's interested in me, I'll do it, but only under one condition."

"Go on, I'm listening."

This was her moment to set the tone for the night. Robin grinned, flashing her teeth.

"If I'm going to fuck your son tonight, I want you to be there with him."

"What? You want me to watch?"

She shook her head.

"No, I want to get fucked by both of you. Father and son. Think you can handle that?"

Her words clearly had an effect on Terry, who looked at her in shock, but he slowly grinned. Robin knew, from that expression on his face, that he was not going to deny her request.

"It could be something you and him bond over, honey."

Terry chuckled, nodding at her.

"You've got a wild imagination, I like that. Wait here, let me talk to Javon."

As Terry turned his back to her and stepped through the doorway, Robin could feel her heartbeat elevating. Oh god, what have I done? What have I just gotten myself into? She had never had a threesome before and was about to have one without her husband. Among the questions she asked herself, another one was if she could handle this. The thought of having not one, but two beautiful black cocks to suck and fuck tonight put that question to rest. Robin became more wet the longer she thought about it. She watched as Javon stepped out of the doorway with a wide grin on his face. His father was right behind him.

"So you wanna show me a good time, sexy lady?"

She nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, your dad told me you could use a real woman for a change."

"I don't care. I just hope you know how to suck dick."

That remark made Terry roll his eyes, but Robin knew how to play this off without ruining the mood. She grinned, playing up to his dirty language.

"I can do a lot more than that, honey."

Javon took her hand and walked her down the hall to another room. This one had a large black door that was shut.

"Come on, let's get started."

"What about your father?"

"I'll join in later."

He winked at her as Javon opened the door and turned the light switch on. The booming bass beats of the music outside the V.I.P. halls could still be heard lingering in the distance. As she entered the room, Robin leaned in and smelled the strong cologne Javon had on. She pushed her chest up against his, rubbing it as he threw his arms around her neck and leaned in for a kiss. He shut the door as their lips locked and his tongue plunged into her mouth. Robin closed her eyes and moaned into his mouth. The kiss lasted only momentarily as he broke their lips apart. This room was like the previous one, with a single black leather couch up against the wall and a few glass tables on both sides. A 'Do Not Disturb' sign was sitting on the table to the left, but Javon ignored it. He stepped backwards until he could properly sit in the center of the couch.

Focusing her eyes on his face, Robin exhaled deeply. She curved her lips into a smile and moved her hands to both sides of her dress, sliding the zippers down. She finally took her purse off, placing it down on the left side table. Though she was not a dancer, the least she could do was begin this with a strip show. Leaning forward, Robin let him see her heavy cleavage before she peeled the top of her dress off and dropped it to the floor. She then pushed her skirt down, revealing her black thong that matched the push-up bra containing her heavy, all-natural breasts. Javon had pushed his shoes off to make it easier to take his pants off soon. He left his shirt on after unbuckling his belt. Robin turned her back to him and bent over, showing her ass and playfully spanking the right cheek to tease him.

"Turn around and let me see those big ass titties."

Before she obliged, Robin loosened her bra. She turned around, smirking as she let the bra fall into her hands and then dropped it to the floor. Javon smiled at the sight of her bare breasts jiggling all around.

"You wanted to see these?"

Robin cradled her breasts, squeezing them in her hands as she moved a bit closer. Javon reached up with his hands. She let go of her tits so he could caress and hold them.

"Damn, look at these."

He spoke while squeezing her breasts hard. Robin moaned at his touch as his right hand fingers slid across her nipples.

"My old man knows how to find the hottest white bitches with big ass titties."

Despite him referring to her as a 'bitch', Robin found herself laughing at his babble. She slid her hands down to her thong and dropped it to reveal her wet pussy. Unlike Tuesday night, she had freshly shaved the strip of hair, hoping Terry would be able to see this reveal. His son did not appear interested in the sight of wet pussy in front of him, as he clearly had other things in mind.

"Get down on your knees and suck me off."

Javon pointed to the front of his pants, bringing attention to the poking bulge in the front. Robin hurried down to her knees and helped him by unbuttoning his pants and sliding the zipper down. Once his pants were pushed down to his ankles, she grabbed the elastic band of his white briefs and pushed them down to unleash his growing black snake from within. She shoved the underwear down, allowing Javon to carefully push his feet out of his pants and underwear as he watched the older woman wrap her right hand fingers around his cock. There was a certain sense of beauty in the contrast between their skin tones. Robin gazed up at Javon as she began to wank his cock up and down. She used her free hand to slide her fingers between her thighs and pleasure herself by rubbing her clit.

"I hope you're as big as your father."

"Might be even bigger."

Giggling at his bold statement, Robin broke eye contact. The fear of being recognized as the local weatherwoman was no longer among her thoughts. She was about to focus on devouring this long black cock. So much time had passed since her last affair with a younger man, but she had not forgotten how much energy a younger man had. Licking her lips, she was glad her hair was fixed up in a ponytail so no strands would get in her face to interrupt her sucking. As she slid her hand down to the base, Robin's left hand fingers were hard at work pinching her clit. If only she could measure the length of his shaft up against his father's, she thought to herself. Maybe she would have the opportunity later on as the night progressed.

Her big brown eyes gazed up at his face as she parted her lips and twirled her tongue around the head of his pole. Robin broke eye contact as she slid his shaft into her mouth and began to suck on it. 'Mmmmmm', a muffled moan was audible from her sultry voice as she bobbed her head up and down. To properly concentrate, Robin moved her left hand out from between her thighs and slid it over his leg. Pulling her lips back to the head, Robin extracted his shaft from her lips with a popping noise. She gritted her teeth, giving Javon a lustful look of hunger as she pushed his cock up against the left side of her face. Her right hand began to pump up and down, stroking him as she lightly slapped the head of his cock across her face. After teasing him, she pushed it back into her mouth and proceeded to suck once more.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah. That's it. Suck it."

Javon exhaled deeply after muttering his words. Robin moved her right hand away, eager to try and deep-throat his length already. Her eyes locked on his face as she began to bob her head up and down again. Loud slobbering and sucking noises became audible from her mouth. She pushed her hands down over his legs and closed her eyes, still sucking his big black cock inch by inch. Her lust could not be contained any longer. Robin closed her eyes as she shoved her lips all the way down. She gagged at first but did not choke as she felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.

"God! DAMN!!"

With little effort, she made this young man scream and grunt. After a few more seconds, Robin finally choked on his length. She gagged pulling her lips back the head and releasing him from her mouth to breath. Saliva strings dangled from her open mouth back to his cock. She looked at Javon, noticing the look on his face that told her he wanted more. She drool strings broke as Robin grabbed his cock with her right hand and resumed stroking it. She pushed it up against her lips, flicking her tongue across the head as she gazed into Javon's eyes.

"You like that? You like how I suck your big, beautiful black cock?"

"Yeah! Suck on it some more."

Flicking her tongue across the head a second time, Robin began to pump her hand up and down at a faster pace. Not until she pushed her hand back down to the base, did she fully part her lips and slide his black cock back between them. Javon threw back his head, moaning as the weatherwoman sucked him off again. Robin used her hand to stroke from the base of his cock, meeting in sync with her lips to give him the pleasure of her hand and mouth at the same time.

"Yeah, yeah! Just like that! Suck it!"

Sucking noises became louder with each passing second as she bobbed her head up and down. Robin devoured his cock, sucking it by the inch as her fingers twisted around the base. Feeling a little more daring now, she used her left hand to squeeze his nut sack below. That one move made the young man grunt, gritting his teeth momentarily. While his cock was still in her mouth, Robin moved her right hand away. She pressed both her hands over her soft, plump breasts. It was something she remembered from Terry on that first night that she was eager to do a second time around. Pushing her tits together, she pulled her lips back to the head of his cock. Still sucking it, she gazed into Javon's eyes and then brought her breasts up, pushing them around both sides of his cock. When she finally released his shaft with her lips, a popping sound echoed as it was now cradled between her breasts.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck. You wanna tittyfuck me, baby?"

Tittyfucking? Was that what this act was called? Robin quietly thought to herself while squeezing her big white tits around his long black cock. She began to pump them up and down, fucking his cock to a pulp with her boobs.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck..."

He moaned aloud again before taking a deep breath. The shocked expression across his face made Robin grin at him. She could feel every inch of his hard black cock pumping between her breasts as her gold hoop earrings dangled and shook.

"This feels sooooo good. Your dad taught me how to do this."

Javon smiled, as if he were about to laugh, but then moaned again. With each thrust, his cock nearly poked her chin. Robin closed her eyes, embracing this wonderful feeling as she continued to pump her breasts up and down.

"Mmmmm, mmmmmmm yeah!"

Robin glanced down and opened her mouth. Each time the head of his cock poked up, she licked it. As she was busy fucking his cock with her tits, the door opened behind her and Terry entered. Robin was not disturbed until she heard the door shut.

"Damn, she's hard at work already."

Terry spoke to his son, who gleefully smiled.

"You weren't kidding! She might be older, but she knows how to suck a dick!"

Her tongue flicked across the head of Javon's cock one last time before Robin stopped. She let go of her tits, freeing his shaft and then turning around to grin at Terry. He had changed his clothes, standing in nothing more than a white robe that was already untied to reveal his semi-erect cock. Robin reached for it with her right hand, gripping it as she began to stroke it back and forth. Javon stood up and then her left hand found his shaft. The men stood as father and son, with the older woman down on her knees, wanking each cock back and forth with her hands. Robin thought that now might be a good time to try and measure their lengths against one another, but she no longer cared. She was craving Terry's cock, eager to suck on it.

"Once she gets me nice and hard, we're both gonna fuck her. You hear me?"

Javon nodded at his father. From where Robin stood on her knees, she gazed up to see them both looking down at her. She pushed the head of Terry's cock into her mouth, enveloping her lips around it before she began to bob her head up and down. Her left hand pumped Javon's cock back and forth, stroking him fast as she was sucking Terry's cock nice and slowly. She knew what she was in for, and this was her first time experience that was likely to rock her body tonight. Regardless of the case, she wanted Terry to fuck her. Robin began to consider Javon as a bonus tonight, making her lustful deeds even dirtier.

"That's good enough."

Terry spoke before reaching down with his right hand and snatching his cock from her lips. Robin did not expect this and pouted. Javon followed suit, pulling her hand away from his cock. He took a few steps backwards, as if to make room for the impending position she would soon be in.

"I want her mouth some more before I fuck her."

Robin's eyes leered at Terry before she spoke.

"That's fine by me. I've been wanting you to fuck me again all week."

"Turn and face Javon. Get on all fours for me."

Terry was commanding her now in his low voice. Robin turned to face his son's hard cock, still wet from her saliva. Stone pattern tiles covered the floor, but Robin did not pay the textures much attention as she planted her palms down with her knees and crawled forward. Her big brown eyes gazed up at Javon as he gripped his cock, slowly stroking it back and forth. Robin opened her mouth wide, desperately waiting for him to slide that big black cock between her lips. Javon took his time doing so, as her eyes never left his. She moaned against his cock while squeezing her lips around it. Terry spanked her ass with his right hand, causing Robin to nearly choke on Javon's cock.

"Did you see this ass? It's real. That's the difference between those hoes you hang out with. Something real like this..."

He spanked her ass again, harder this time.

"Feels a lot better when it's grindin' on your lap."

The son was completely ignoring his father. Javon's eyes were focused on watching this gorgeous woman suck his cock. Robin slowly bobbed her head up and down until she felt the head of Terry's cock pushing between her thighs. That was enough to distract her and come to a sudden halt. Her tongue pressed against Javon's shaft, moaning to send vibrations through him as she felt Terry's cock slide into her pussy.

"Ohhhhh, yeah. Been wanting to fuck this pussy again all week!"

Spank! Terry's right hand slapped across her buttocks again. Robin resumed sucking Javon's cock as she felt Terry's hands gripping her hips. He began to slowly thrust his cock inside her.

"Don't stop sucking me off! Suck it deep again!"

Javon planted his hands down over the sides of her head, as if to take control. Robin pushed his cock deeper down her throat, eager to give him that deep-throat pleasure again. She sucked hard while feeling Terry's shaft pump in and out of her. The man found a rhythm, now fucking her at a steady pace. Her big tits shook and jiggled all around from underneath. Javon became encouraged by watching his father buck his hips the way he did. The younger man gripped her hair and then began to thrust his cock into her mouth.

"Ohhhhh yeah! Come on, let's fuck her!!"

Taken by surprise at Javon's fingers gripping her hair, Robin opened her eyes wide when she heard Terry cheering on his son. Javon groaned as he bucked his hips harder, feeding more of his cock between her lips. Robin became easily overwhelmed by the simultaneous pounding her cunt and mouth were now receiving. Slobbering and sucking noises echoed loudly from her.

"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-KAH!"

In between the sounds, Terry's balls could be heard smacking against the undersides of her thick ass. She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate as the drool built up and leaned from the corners of her mouth. Javon suddenly stopped, but not without pushing his cock all the way to the back of her throat. Terry was still thrusting his cock inside her as she gagged and choked on his son's cock. As her eyes watered, Robin felt Javon pull his cock out of her mouth. She breathed heavily and then screamed aloud.

"OHHHHHH GOD!!"

A flood of drool overflowed from her lower lip, falling to the floor as Javon's cock was dripping in her saliva. He sat down on the couch, watching as his father continued to fuck her.

"Scream for me, baby! Scream!!"

"FUCK ME, TERRY!! OHHHHHHH, YEAH!! FUCK ME!!"

As Javon watched his father fuck this woman, his lower lip fell in shock. Robin clenched her teeth and moaned as she watched him wrap his right hand fingers around his cock once more. It was as if the younger man was teasing her when he jerked himself off. Terry slowed almost to a halt, but not before taking one final thrust in her tight pussy. Robin felt relieved when he pulled his shaft from her womanhood. She did not want to reach her orgasm in this position. Javon sat down on the couch and snapped his fingers at her to get her attention.

"Get up. I want you to sit on top of me."

"All you had to do was ask."

Robin teased him as she giggled. Terry stood behind her, watching as she climbed up from the floor and faced his son. He clapped his hands, reminding both of them who was truly calling the shots.

"You wanna ride him, baby? If so, I want to fuck this ass."

Her ponytail shook as Robin turned to glance across her right shoulder at Terry.

"I would love for you to fuck my ass again."

All Terry could do was grin, flashing his teeth as he nodded.

"Yeah, that ass was made to handle a good pounding."

Giggling at his dirty talk, Robin swallowed her breath and began to brace herself. To have both of them inside her pussy and ass at the same time would prove to be a difficult task. She bravely rose from the floor, determined to experience something new. Her eyes fixated on Javon. He sat holding his cock in preparation for her. After taking a deep breath, she bent her left knee and then reached for his cock. This time, Javon had to let go of it for her guiding hand. Robin knew to hold it up as she straddled him and lined herself up. Once again, she took a deep breath. The last thing she wanted to think about was whether or not her body could handle this. As she bent her other knee, Robin pushed his cock to her pink folds. She gasped upon sinking down on it.

"God damn, look at these."

Javon spoke while pressing his hands down over her soft, firm breasts. Her hardened areolas poked into his palms. Robin exhaled, moaning softly as she felt that long cock pushing inside her. Terry was towering over her from behind. His shadow was cast across the couch. Robin knew that to complete this position she had to lean forward, offering a fair chance for her to push Javon's face between her breasts. He moved his hands, and then Robin smothered him, rubbing her breasts up against his face until his hands gripped them a second time.

"Ohhhhh yeah, show me how much you love my tits."

Upon leaning forward to smother him with her breasts, Robin felt his cock throbbing inside her. Within seconds, she felt Terry slide his big black cock up the crack of her ass. He used his hands to pull her cheeks apart and find her dark little hole. Robin closed her eyes, bracing for the impact of this moment as her fingers caressed Javon's head. She could feel his light hair beneath her fingertips when his father's cock pushed into her ass.

"Oh my god."

Her words were almost a whisper as Robin gasped. Whatever mental preparation she could have taken would have been useless in this moment as she felt two cocks inside her. Javon pulled his face out from her breasts and squeezed them hard as he began to buck his hips, bouncing her on his cock. When Terry made the first thrust of his shaft up her tight ass, Robin could not control herself from screaming.

"Ohhhhh, GOD!!"

Feeling several inches of Terry's cock in her ass, Robin was already overwhelmed. They both began to thrust. Javon would buck his hips, pumping his cock into her pussy, then his father would thrust behind him. She threw her arms up as her ponytail and gold hoop earrings began to shake all around.

"Hold still, baby!"

Terry called out to her while grabbing her arms. Robin felt him move her arms behind her back, locking them in place. Her breasts shook and jiggled all around as they fucked her, one after the other.

"GOD!! OHHHHHHHHH GOD!!"

Her screams echoed beyond the closed door and down the hall. Robin could not think about the possibility of anyone else hearing her. She was too overwhelmed with the sensation of these big black cocks pumping into her. Over and over, Terry fucked her ass. He thrust harder and faster while gripping her wrists. Javon's hands smashed against her breasts as he groaned.

"Damn, this pussy is tight! I wanna-"

"FUCKKKK MEEEEEEE!!"

Robin's voice drowned out whatever the young man tried to say. She opened her eyes wide, curling her toes up inside her high heels and balling her fingers up into fists. Robin growled, her teeth gritted. She knew that within seconds she would reach her climax. As badly as she wanted that sweet release, Robin did not want this pleasure to end, but as Javon continued to buck his hips upward, time was not on her side.

"OHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHH GOD!!"

Terry immediately let go of her arms as he knew beforehand that her orgasm was beginning. Robin's eyes rolled back as her legs and arms began to shake. Javon gasped as he felt the flood of her love nectar coating his cock from inside her.

"Ohhhhhh shit!!"

The young man screamed before grunting. Terry quickly pulled his cock out of her ass and wrapped his right arm around her waist. He acted quickly enough to pull her up and stand Robin. When Javon's cock slipped out of her cunt, she squirted all over his right leg and drenched the couch. He stood up, trying to avoid more of her juices spraying onto his skin. After experiencing her orgasm, Robin almost felt too weak to stand. She could not believe the sensation of the double-fucking she had just received. All those years of being married and she was exploring new kinks at the hands of these black men.

"Oh my god, that felt so good."

She swallowed her breath after uttering her words. Robin then fell to her knees and turned to Terry. She gripped his cock with her right hand and, without hesitation, began sucking the cock that was previously in her ass. 'Mmmmmm', she moaned while bobbing her head up and down.

"She knows how to ride it. I guess you were right, this bitch knows how to fuck."

Robin's attention was caught by Javon's voice. She pulled Terry's cock from her mouth with a popping noise and turned to see the young man standing. Her juices were dripping from his shaft, but that was not enough to motivate Robin to suck it clean. Terry sighed before replying to his son.

"She's a classy lady, that ain't no bitch! You might wanna apologize before asking if you can fuck her ass."

With a chuckle, Javon shook his head.

"Nah, I'm good. The booty is more of your thing. I'd rather fuck those tits again."

Despite him referring to her as a bitch, Robin could not refuse that act. She turned to Javon, gazing at his cock glistening in her own sticky juices. Grasping at it with her small hands, Robin licked the head and then moved her hands to her breasts while gazing up at him.

"All you had to do was ask!"

Terry laughed as Javon just blushed, watching her slide his big black cock between her milky white tits. After she squeezed them together, Javon began to buck his hips. Robin moaned at the feeling of his cock pumping between her tits.

"Mmmmmm, yeah. Fuck my titties."

Closing her eyes, Robin moaned. As Terry watched them, he walked over to her right hand side, moving his cock towards her face. When she opened her eyes, the first thing Robin did was glance down to see the head of Javon's shaft poking up. She spit on it and then turned her head to the right as she noticed Terry's cock. She licked the head as Javon continued to pump his cock back and forth between her tits.

"I'm gonna cum soon, baby. I wanna cum all over your face."

Robin glared at Javon after hearing his request. It was something she would never allow her husband to do, not that he was into this kind of kinky sex. She nodded at him, grinning wide as she remembered Terry splattering his seed all over her stomach earlier in the week.

"You do? You wanna cum on my face?"

"You heard me right!"

"Come on, we'll both glaze her!"

Terry called out to his son as he stepped back, gripping his cock as he began to wank it back and forth. Javon followed his father's actions, snatching his cock out from between her breasts. No man had ever done this to Robin before, yet she found herself excited for what was about to come. Holding her head high, she closed her eyes and tried not to smile while listening to the groaning and grunting of their voices.

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh shit!!"

"HERE IT IS!!"

Terry groaned after yelling. With her eyes closed, she could not know who got the first shot, but Robin felt the splatter of cum across her forehead. Thick droplets made it into her hair, but it was the feeling of two strings of cum criss-crossing over her forehead that made her gasp. She dropped her lower lip, then gritted her teeth for a moment while feeling more cum splash across her skin. Slowly opening her eyes, Robin blinked and then shut them again as she saw another splash of cum from Javon's cock. It landed across her right cheek and dripped down to her tits.

"Man, look at that... Got her good."

Javon laughed at his father's words and replied.

"Yeah! Fucking drenched her!"

Robin found herself giggling as she opened her eyes and wiped some of the cum from the left side of her face. If only they knew her real name. If only they knew that she was cheating on her husband and doing things with them that not even he could think of. She quietly thought to herself, feeling so devious as she flashed her teeth in a full smile. Her second night with Terry had proven to be another night of first-time experiences. Robin had no regrets as she was beginning to wish she had done similar acts sooner in life.