Hotwife Next Door An Interracial Cuckold Story

By Crystal Red

Trina Thompson is the hot MILF next door. You might fantasize about one like her. Blonde. Gorgeous. Impossible not to notice. Wes has always crushed on her. He has always hoped to find a woman like her. But Wes is about to learn an important lesson. Wes can not have women like Trina Thompson. Wes can not satisfy them. Only one thing can. BBC.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crystal Red
• Release date: Feb 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005234423

Crystal Red

Do you like BBC cuckolding, humiliation, and wimpy white husbands and boyfriends? If so, you should check out my books.I love pushing the limits and writing all the little naughty things that pop into my mind.Some of the things I write about are pure fantasy, other things come straight from personal experience. I'll let you guess which is which.Anyway, thank you for stopping by, and I hope you find something you enjoy.Stay naughty. XOXO

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Crystal Red

Hotwife Next Door: An Interracial Cuckold Story

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Contents

Hotwife Next Door

About the Author

Also by Crystal Red

Hotwife Next Door

I’ll never forget what Mrs. Thompson had on when she caught me.

The gorgeous blonde MILF was wearing a long-sleeved black top that showed off her slim shoulders, and had a little slit across the chest that showed off her perky cleavage. That black top was a tight fit, and it was tucked into a lipstick red skirt that hugged Mrs. Thompson’s flaring hips and ended just above her knees.

With the sexy outfit, she wore a shiny gold bracelet on her left wrist, small gold hoop earrings, and a shiny black pair of high heels.

What is on that screen? was the first thing she said to me.

I was on her son’s bed watching porn on his big TV. The Thompson’s were rich and they had everything.

I didn’t answer her, I just covered myself with a pillow. My whole body had turned red with embarrassment. I had been caught.

Ted, Mrs. Thompson’s son, and my best friend, was in the shower. So while I waited for him, I decided to strip down and watch some porn. I had done this before, but I must’ve forgotten to lock the door this time.

As soon as Mrs. Thompson opened that bedroom door I scrambled for the TV remote, but for some weird reason it just wasn’t turning off the TV. Maybe the batteries were weak, or something was blocking the signal. Either way, it wasn’t working, and that dirty porn was still playing.

Put it down, Wes, Mrs. Thompson said.

So I did, still clutching the pillow to my crotch, still shaking with fear, still burning with embarrassment.

Get that pillow off your junk, Wes. That’s disgusting.

I tried to gulp, but my mouth was so dry I couldn’t. Mrs. Thompson, I—

Now! She said more firmly.

I whimpered and tossed the pillow off the bed. I cupped myself with my hands. I didn’t want her to see