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Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: Life is a bitch and then you die. At least that's what they say. I suppose it can be a bitch but mostly it's what you make of it. That's what Bunny Hawkins discovered. Bunny was married to a sexually dysfunctional man who put her in many sexual situations with a host of men to compensate for his short-comings. Bunny learned how to adjust to her circumstances and make the most out of them. Authored by Shooter so of course it's interracial and it's loaded with all kinds of sex. Bunny tells us her story and she pulls no punches.
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/Black Stud,
eBookwise Release Date: June 2012

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [94 KB]
Words: 22872
Reading time: 65-91 min.

My name is Deloris Hawkins but for some reason everybody calls me Bunny. It started when I was a little girl. Until a short time ago I was a married woman of thirty-five then I had the rug pulled from under me.

One day, out of the blue, my husband of ten years told me he was leaving me for another woman. I was devastated. To give the rotten son of a bitch credit he left me with everything. House, cars, checking and savings accounts, his retirement portfolio, and the business he had worked so hard to build. At least I didn't have to worry about money. He took only enough money out to finish paying for a motorcycle.

Howard was an insurance salesman when we married. He was very good at it apparently. After about four years he opened his own insurance brokerage firm. He could sell you a policy on anything you could afford from about a dozen insurance companies including Lloyd's of London. Once he insured a stripper's boobs for a million dollars. Pretty soon he had his local office and a couple years later one downstate in Capitol City. He said it was a license to steal and I guess it was because the money was pouring in.

Howard, my soon to be ex-husband wanted to find himself or so he claimed. He and a biker chick left for parts unknown after filing for divorce. He left me with a crumbling confidence and a lot of confusion.

I did everything Howard wanted me to do and that says something. Howard was a little weird and he always had been. He started with the weird shit even before we were married.

The first thing he wanted me to do was display myself for any and everyone. He made me flash motorists when we drove somewhere. He made me show my boobs to his friends. I say "made" but that's not true. He just insisted and I went along with it. I have a small but nice set of knockers and I'm proud of them.

You could say I knew what I was getting into by marrying Howard but I didn't know the extent he would go to. I considered myself a good wife and I denied him nothing.

For example, a week after we were married he asked me to show his friend George my breasts. I flashed George but Howard wanted more. He wanted me to sit on George's lap and let him play with my tits.

Of course it didn't stop there. A few weeks later Howard insisted I strip naked and sit on George's lap. I hesitated but eventually I did what Howard wanted.

George and Howard went to college together and had been friends for a long time. That time George didn't stop with playing with my boobs. He used a finger and teased my pussy. George was a nice looking man and he quickly got me hot. He finger-fucked me while sucking on a nipple. I came from all that activity.

Howard was pissed at me for jumping up and leaving them. He pouted for several days just like a child that didn't get his way. Howard rallied and soon I was naked and back on George's lap being felt-up. We were on the sofa and when he judged I was too hot to object, Howard suggested that George eat my pussy. Howard had judged correctly. I was too hot to make only token objections when George went down on me.

While I was thrashing around from the tongue lashing George was giving me, I glanced over and saw that Howard had his dick out and was stroking it.

It came as no surprise when Howard told George to fuck me. I suppose I knew it was a natural progression and I didn't object when George stripped and started fucking me.

George had a larger dick than Howard and frankly he was a better fuck than my husband. I won't try to lie and say I was forced to do anything. I went along and I enjoyed George and his talented dick and tongue.

George didn't use a condom because we discovered early on that for some reason I couldn't conceive. I was sad about that but the advantage was I didn't have to use birth control pills, patches, or condoms.

It became a routine thing for George to have sex with me while Howard watched and beat his meat. In fact, I got to enjoy George for almost a year. George got more of my pussy than Howard did because sometimes during the day when Howard was at work, George would come by for a fuck. Howard knew about it and even encouraged it.