If you been following AUNTIE AFTER DARK, then you are familiar with this heaux tale and the shock this auntie experienced when she discovered her husband Derrick was cool with her sneaky link, Antoine, when she heard his voice—as she was laid up in Antoine’s bed waiting for him to return to the bedroom and take her to pound town. For those who need to be brought up to speed, check out with part one below:
AUNTIE AFTER DARK: Creepin’ With My Sneaky Link Just Got Real
Continued:
The two familiar voices are exchanging words that I can no longer decipher. My brain is too busy trying to process what the hell is happening right now.
Antoine knows I have a husband, but neither he or I give a fuck about that. I ran out of fucks a few years ago when I finally realized that no matter how many times I tearfully begged him to put his family first, Derrick was gonna Derrick. I stopped giving a fuck the day I mapped out a plan that would blindside him one day. Derrick was so busy being Derrick, that he didn’t even notice when my fuck rations ran out and my ass became sneaky and got myself a link.
“Aight man, I’ll be down in a minute,” Antoine says.
I hear my husband’s voice fade and then disappear as a door closes behind him. I run to the bed, climb under the covers, and feign sleep so that I can collect my thoughts.
How do these niggas know each other?
Do I tell hi…?
I feel the cold air on my feet as Antoine lifts the blanket, grabs my ankles and separates them. He slides his head under the covers and slides on up the bed like a hungry snake. He licks the wetness from my inner thigh.
Maybe I will tell him another time.
“Somebody’s been a bad girl when I was gone.”
“You were taking too damn long, I had to take matters into my own hands,” I retorted in my fake-mad voice.
He reached for the hand that he has watched me pleasure myself with countless times and placed my fingers in his mouth and his fingers into my box. I was so wet I could hear my juices over the muted music and nigga voices downstairs.
“What did you expect me to do when you leave me alone with a movie.”
I turn my attention to the TV. A big brown oiled up ass is jiggling to the rhythm of the big brown sausage that pounding her puss. My pussy begs for the same.
He stands up and begins to undress.
“Show me what you did while I was gone,” he said, stepping out of his jeans.
“I fucked your couch”
“What?!” He chuckled, looking baffled.
I jumped out of the bed and reassumed my position on the arm of the loveseat and began rolling my hip,s slowly looking him dead in the eyes.
He bit his lip; “Ahh shit!”
He walked over to me; rock hard dick in hand.
As soon as he got close enough, I leaned over and took that meat from him. I put my tongue on the tip tasting the salty pre-cum.
“Whew…” he let out a barely audible whisper.
I lifted it up, ran my tongue down the shaft, then put both balls in my mouth and swirled my tongue around them while stroking his dick.
I placed the tip back in my mouth, wetting it with my salvia. I took it in slowly at first ,allowing my jaws to prepare to take in all this girth… and then I went to work… I sped up my pace.
“Oh shit!!” he moaned as I pushed him deeper and deeper down my throat. I pulled it out….licked the head, spit on it again and concentrated on the head while using my two hands to stroke the staff.
“Oh fuck baby!” He whispered as I began deep throating him again.
He reached down and put his thumb inside of my asshole which caused me to resume my grinding on the arm of the chair.
mmmmm… I let out a guttural moan as my body filled with pleasure.
His hips moved at a faster pace and so did mine….
When he grabbed the back of my head, I knew what was coming next.
His hot nut filled my mouth but didn’t stop me. I pulled my head back slowly so that he could see the gooey strings that connected us. I knew it would drive him crazy to see my lips and my face covered with his man milk and it did.
“Damn baby!!!”
He reached down again and put his thumb back into my asshole.
“Cum for daddy”
With one swirl of my hips, I stained his couch with my juices. His dick was beginning to go limp but stood up at attention immediately.
I went over to the bed and got on all fours, letting him know how I wanted to be fucked tonight. I heard a muffled version of a familiar voice yell something as Antoine was stretching my pussy walls with that girthy piece of meat I love so much.
The fact that my husband was in this house no longer frightened me. In this moment, I didn’t care if this sneaky link up got me busted. In fact, it turned me on. It was payback for each and every time Derrick fucked me over.
“AH!” I whimpered when Antonine’s hand wrapped around my throat bringing my focus all the way back to this hammering that my pussy was about to receive. The pressure on my neck sent a tickling sensation through my body that I could even fell in my thighs. I threw this ass back on Antoine nearly making him lose his balance. He paid me back with a deep thrust. Following it up with even deeper thrusts.
“This dick is worth waiting for aint it? “
“Yes, baby” I acquiesced.
He gave me a hard smack on the ass. I knew that it would leave a bruise that the nigga down in the basement wouldn’t even notice.
“Who does this pussy belong to? “
“You daddy! This is your pussy!”
He reached down and grabbed my neck again and applied pressure. It created a waterfall between my thighs and Antoine noticed.
“Ooh she wet as fuck!” He grabbed me by the waist and begin moving his hips in slow circles as if he was trying to stir my pussy juices.
I moaned before busting another creamy nut all over his big black dick.
“Shit, Shiiiiiiiiiit,” he quickly pulled out and ripped the condom off and his spewed a beautiful mess on my ass. He then, flipped me over, lifted me up by my hips went so deep I swear I felt that pipe in my lungs. I didn’t even try to masks my screams.
“Shhh, they gon’ hear you,” Antonine said without breaking his strokes. He tried to playfully cover my mouth. I took his forefinger and middle finger into my mouth and began deep throathing them.
He fingered my clit while his thrusts went from fast to slow…… until his body jerked..
‘’aaaaaaaah…..” he collapsed on top of my body that was shaking from the fourth orgasm….. or the fifth.. shit I lost count. That nigga downstairs could never.
As I drove out of the garage, I chuckled at the sight of my husband’s car parked in front of my sneaky links house. He would be none the wiser when he comes crawling into our bed at 5 am. I decided that very moment that not only was I not telling Antoine shit. But I really hoped that my husband visited him more often, preferably on the nights that his new homeboy, Antoine is banging my guts out.
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