My cell phone started ringing around 3 a.m. this morning. I kept hitting decline because I couldn’t turn it off as I use it for my alarm. I was getting so pissed off. I finally answered it at 3:40 a.m. to find out that it was Marcus. I was not happy, not at all. I swore at him and asked him what the fuck he wanted so god damned early in the morning. He just ignored me. He talked over me and told me that he would be there in about a hour. To have not only myself, but the girls up, hair done, make-up on and naked under some robes or something. Then he hung up.
How the hell did he expect me to have all three of my girls done up, and myself in just a hour? I turned on my flat iron, curling iron, hot rollers, grabbed my make up bag, did my hair, then went and got the girls up. I don’t think he realized that they have school today. My poor girlies were almost unable to stay awake, they just wanted to go back to bed. I heard a key in my front door and I knew it was Marcus. I heard him go into my kitchen and make himself a cup of coffee.
I wasn’t done with myself yet! I put my make up on as quickly as I could, gathered the girls then went downstairs. He was sitting there with a smile on his face when we came in. The girls went over to him and gave him hugs, and kisses on his cheek. I asked him why he had us done up like this, this early in the morning. He put his cup down and said, “It’s my Birthday bitch!” We all said Happy Birthday, and all of use gave him a huge kiss.
He said he came over because he was going to have two parties. One with his family, and one with some of his better ‘clients’ and friends that he couldn’t bring around his family. He told me that it was going to be Sunday night at 8 p.m. sharp. I said, “Okay?” He went on to tell me that he came over so he could pick out the outfits that we were going to wear to his second party. The girls and I tried on outfit after outfit from that huge box that we got from him as a Christmas Present. Finally he settled on a red and black lace number. He said we all looked beautiful, he even told me that I cleaned up well and if I were to do my make up and hair all the time I might have a man. I have no time to mess with the hair and make up crap. I only do it when I go to the work at the Gentlemen’s Club, but other than that, nope.
I asked him why he just couldn’t come over tomorrow night and do this. He said he was excited, and couldn’t wait. He gave us all a kiss on the cheek, gave me a little package of party powder and left. Now the girls are excited and they cannot wait until the party on Sunday.
Cuckolding phone sex cures the winter blues. My husband thinks so at least. Chicago is still cold, but the sub zero temps have passed and the roads are much safer to travel. Two of my favorite black lovers paid me a late night surprise. They were in the vicinity for a wedding and decided to pay their favorite white slut wife a visit. We were up still, so of course we invited them inside. They heated up the place instantly. Between the two men, they have 22 inches of cock, big black beautiful cock. Normally, they take turns on me because 22 inches of BBC is a lot even for a black cock whore like me. Not last night. I was undersexed and horny as fuck. I took one in my ass and the other in my cunt. My husband was taking pictures watching his slut wife get tag teamed by some of the biggest cocks around. I felt like a porn star taking all that meat at once. My husband felt like a gay porn star when he got to lick up all that cum. He had two huge creampies to lick up. He is a cuckold pro. He didn’t leave a drop of jizz in me. I love it when I get a black cock surprise.
