Lonely Bored Housewfe 3

By Jane Snow

Kathy can't stop thinking about her experience with the young black cable guy as well as her exciting time with her neighbor's son, Andre. She keeps fantasizing about them night after night, wanting to feel them once again. Luckily for her, her husband's coming back home and she's ready to ravage him like never before.

When Jon comes back, he acts a bit strange, saying things that don't quite add up. For someone who was extremely busy at work and had to stay longer than expected, he seems to have more stories about eating a luxurious restaurants and binge watching shows. Kathy is a bit miffed and frustrated as she hears him talk but soon forgets about it when they get home. She sees Andre and another young, tall black man at her neighbor's.

They greet each other and Kathy learns that the other tall black man is Andre's cousin. She can't stop thinking about them as she and Jon get in bed. With her body white hot, she tries to have a passionate night with Jon but he barely lasts a couple of minutes, only satisfying himself before nodding off to sleep. After the weekend, Jon has to travel back to his work place, leaving Kathy home along, with the two young black stallions across the street. She calls Andre over but his cousin also shows up. Things escalate quickly and Kathy starts to satisfy all her needs...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jenna Powers
• Release date: Aug 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005568443

Jane Snow

Jane Snow loves chocolate but more importantly, she loves chocolate, ebony men. Their hot, muscular glistening bodies get her juices flowing and put her mind in the clouds of ecstasy. She loves fantasizing about big black men and sharing her fantasies with you.

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Lonely Bored Housewife 3

By Jane Snow

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© 2021 Jane Snow

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All characters in this story are above the age of 18.

The ride home was oddly silent as I drove up from the airport. It had been two weeks since my last call with Jon and this was our first interaction since. As predicted, he had stayed an additional two weeks due to his heavy workload and had been given a small break to head home. He would have to turn right around and fly back after the weekend for yet another week.

So… anything interesting happen? Jon finally asked, breaking the silence.

No, not really. You?

Not much, you know, just work.

Even during the weekend? I inquired.

Of course, you know my boss, he’s always pushing us to get it done. The goals he sets are ridiculous, he replied.

I nodded as I drove around a slower car. I saw your post on Instagram, it looked like you went to a pretty fancy place on Saturday, I commented.

Jon’s eyes widened as he glanced over at me, surprised. Uh, oh… You saw that huh? Are you a follower on my insta? I thought you stopped because it was boring, he said, stuttering a bit. It only looks fancy because of the filters I used. You know, this phone, it’s got a great camera.

Hm, interesting. I also couldn’t help but notice that it looked pretty intimate, your plate, your drink, the edge of one other plate on the other side and one other drink. What was it, a margarita? I asked.

Uh, oh, yeah, you know, my boss, he likes those fufu drinks, umbrella and all, he answered, his voice trembling even further. I glanced over and saw a small bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. Strange, I thought. He seemed incredibly nervous.

You okay there?

Jon nodded and smiled meekly, of course, it’s the flight, kinda took me out of it, you know? Thanks for driving, by the way, he responded.

I bet those two hour flights can get to you, I said, trying to hold back my sarcasm. Not a fun experience.

Silence filled the air again as Jon scrunched his nose before looking out the passenger side window. There was definitely something off about him today. His mannerisms and his nervous responses to the pictures of food he took. An air of suspicion began to grow between us as I continued the drive, slowly making my way through heavy traffic as we got closer to home.

"So… Uh, watch