Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Defiled Young Housewife: EP2

Reggie returned later that evening and quietly unpacked in his new bedroom while Christy and Dave went to bed. He couldn't believe his luck replaceing such an unwary couple, and a young, beautiful white girl to pursue. When Reggie finished settling in, he turned off the light.

He sat quietly on the edge of his bed, imagining what Christy looked like beneath that dress she had been wearing. Was her pussy completely shaved or did she have a small, neatly groomed bush? With a figure like that she had to wear a bikini and was likely meticulous about her bikini line. Reggie was determined to replace out. Access to a victim was the biggest hurdle, and Christy's naïve husband had unwittingly helped him overcome it.

After a few moments, Reggie's eyes adjusted to the darkness. Perhaps he could sneak a peek at her sexy little body while she and her husband slept. He silently made his way down the hall to Christy's and Dave's bedroom door, which they carelessly left ajar.

But they weren't asleep. The sound of lovemaking - the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, the grunts and groans of two people lost in passion - grew louder as Reggie approached. He stood at the threshold to their room and peered through the sliver of an opening at two shadowy figures moving in concert in the moonlight. Reggie's brown skin provided a perfect camouflage in the dimness of night.

Reggie watched, and his penis hardened as he observed Christy's terpsichorean figure in motion. His gigantic cock pushed against inadequate room in his gym shorts and sought release from its confinement. He wanted her badly. His turn with her would come soon, he assured himself. He was going to have her one way or another and steal her from her husband.

"Oh, I'm going to cum," Reggie heard Dave exclaim.

"Oh, I love you," Christy cried as she wrapped her arms around her husband in a tight embrace and his body grew tense from his orgasm. It didn't sound to Reggie like Christy had cum at all.

Reggie imagined Christy wrapping her arms around him instead of Dave, crying to him that she was cumming, her wet pussy throbbing on his cock.

Dave withdrew his modest condom covered penis from Christy's tight vagina and turned on the light atop the nightstand beside their bed.

The thin latex membrane, slick with Christy's juices, contained a hint of Dave's ejaculate in its tip. Christy watched him slide the protective barrier off. They had agreed to wait until after their financial situation improved before trying to start a family. Christy had only recently been a bride and now she was Dave's faithful wife. She loved him as much as anyone could possibly love another person and nothing would ever change that.

After witnessing it all Reggie quietly returned to his room undetected.

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Early dawn chased away much of the darkness, and only a shadow of night remained. Dave had left for work at his usual early hour and Christy had visited the gym for her daily workout when Reggie woke to a dim, empty house. Over the weeks, Reggie had learned their schedules, snooped around when they were out, discovered all sorts of useful facts about their lives. He knew Dave wouldn't return from work until evening, and Christy arrived home mid-morning. Reggie plopped down on the living room couch and there it sat, on the coffee table right in front of him, like the missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle, the unguarded key to a once impenetrable fortress. Christy had forgotten her cell phone this morning. He had watched her unlock it multiple times. It was a simple, four-number combination. On his third attempt, her phone opened. Reggie quickly made a backup of it on his laptop. With special software found on the dark web, he now had access to all her information. In her contacts was a cornucopia of important people - family members and friends, their addresses and phone numbers, everything he needed...

When Christy returned from her workout, Reggie sat shirtless on the living room sofa in a pair of loose gym shorts. She couldn't help noticing how big he was - the solid muscles bulging beneath smooth, dark skin covering his arms, chest and stomach - before seeing her phone on the coffee table where she had left it. She grabbed her phone, wanting to tell him to put on a shirt, but deciding against being confrontational.

He was gawking at her again. He was doing it more frequently and more blatantly, especially when Dave wasn't around. It seemed like the only things he studied were her ass and tits and she didn't like it. Her voice revealed annoyance. "When do you attend classes?"

Reggie began obnoxiously rubbing his crotch right in front of her while his eyes raked her body! "I take classes online. Where you work besides out at the gym every morning, baby?"

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The way he was inappropriately touching himself embarrassed and repulsed her and hinted at the enormous size of his penis as he played with it through his shorts. He was practically masturbating in front of her. She tried ignoring his indecent behavior. "Don't call me 'baby'. I'm currently between jobs. I haven't seen you even open a book yet since you've been with us. You're not a college student. I don't know who you think you're fooling, but it's not me." Christy turned away from his lustful stare. She needed to shower after her strenuous workout at the gym and get ready for a job interview this afternoon. She had a good feeling about this company and her prospects for employment with it. She headed toward her bedroom.

As she walked away from him, Reggie studied how the tight, black leggings she wore limned every delicious curve on her young, firm body, portraying a shapely ass and generous thigh gap. She was also wearing a black sports bra that had advertised her flat stomach and perky tits. His balls ached from unrelieved hard-ons she had been giving to him since he moved in. She wasn't very friendly to him, but perhaps that would change soon.

Reggie waited a few minutes and then followed Christy. When he reached her bedroom, he heard the shower flowing in the master bathroom. He carefully turned the doorknob and entered her room. He tried her bathroom door next, but it was locked.

She appeared in excellent shape and would fight him. But he had made his decision.

While he waited for the bathroom door to open, a crowd of framed photographs - Christy and Dave in better times, their family and friends - neatly stood on her dresser. He recognized some of the contacts he had found and copied from her phone. The still images of well-dressed white folks - who until now had insulated her from men like himself - watched in mute sympathy over what he prepared to do. Christy obviously cared deeply for these people, which would prove instrumental.