White Whore Wife Pt. 01

Thank you to Oldbroad76 for editing.

Sarah Burtonwood

Sarah had your normal middle-class upbringing. She had a rich mum and dad who raised her with manners and respect for other people. She lived in a small town and had a very close group of friends.

She always wore smart, respectable clothes and was given extra tutoring for her education.

After finishing University with a first-class degree, she realised something was missing in her life... love. Sarah always had so much pressure to do well in her education that she neglected going out with her friends or meetings boys. So, when she was finished she loaded up a dating app.

Being a pretty, young girl, she had a lot of matches, but one stood out over the rest. Stephen. He was 38, which was a big age gap for Sarah, but his photo where he stood in front of a large house in an expensive suit and a Range Rover behind him made her like him.

When they started dating it became very apparent that he was from a similar background and had a lot of money. He paid for every date, and he bought Sarah expensive presents.

The day she took him to meet her parents they were over the moon. Their young, beautiful daughter had met a wealthy, respectable lawyer. It was the middle-class dream. And for a while, that was great for Sarah.

But when she was 27, her life took a massive turn.

Present Day

"Cheers girls." Sarah said and clinked her cocktail glass with her friends.

Four women, all 27, sat in a circle at 1pm in a fancy bar. It was their usual lunch date. All of their husbands worked long hours, so once a week they met up for cocktails.

They all looked fairly similar, all in great shape and wearing very expensive outfits with matching jewellery.

Sarah had her long blonde hair straightened down her body and wore a tight, grey pencil skirt as well as a white blouse. She had her face full of make up on, red lips, and smoky eyes. Although she was in great shape, she was a little thicker than her friends.

Years of riding horses meant her body was extremely toned, which she didn't mind as she had a great, firm arse to go with her larger tits.

"So, David is taking me to Spain this weekend." Her friend, Danielle gloated.

Danielle had brunette hair and a very slim frame, one that Sarah was jealous of at times.

"We went to Spain last week," Jane told them, "great weather."

Sarah listened and smiled as they tried to one up each other. She played along most of the time, but recently she had been finding it so painfully boring.

Every week is just the same, Sarah thought.

She sipped on her pornstar martini and made sure not to get her lipstick stuck to it. When she placed the glass down, she admired her new, pink acrylic nails. Her lady really had done a great job.

"Is Stephen taking you anywhere nice this weekend?" Danielle asked, flashing a fake but beautiful smile.

"He's working away for a client in Dubai this week," Sarah said, trying to gloat as it was known that her husband made a lot more money than the rest. "I'll probably ride my horse or maybe go shopping."

"Oh, I love Dubai," Jane said. "I must go back again next year."

Great, Sarah thought sarcastically and had to fight rolling her eyes, wishing to be back in that one pub, all those years ago.

Her legs squirmed at the thought of that one wild night of her life. The small, butterfly tattoo on the inside of her left arm was the only reminder that night ever happened.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Danielle said and pulled her brunette hair back. "Look at the diamond necklace my man got for me."

The other women stared at it and made the normal noises as Sarah faked joining in.

The next three hours dragged on with the normal fake conversations. When they eventually left, the attractive driver pulled Sarah's Range Rover over.

I'd let him take me for a ride, Sarah laughed in her own head, words she would never say to anyone she knew.

The handsome, young, black man handed Sarah the keys. Their skin grazed against each other, and Sarah felt a spark within her body, one she hadn't felt with her husband, Stephen, for many years.

As she drove home Sarah was already fantasising about the black driver. She knew she was going to be making herself cum, so she was just getting herself ready.

She thought of his hands on her body and wondered what that young, poorer man would do to her. By the time Sarah pulled up to her electric gate, she was already soaking through her black thong.

Sarah pulled up the long driveway of her mansion and rushed inside. The cleaners would be done by this time, so she went up to her room.

It was a massive room, three times the size of most bedrooms with a giant bed in the middle with expensive sheets.

Sarah opened the bottom drawer next to her bed that had all of her underwear. It was someplace Stephen would never look, and she reached into the back and felt her dildo. She pulled it out and laid it down on her big bed.

Ever so slowly she spread her thick toned smooth thighs, and her right hand trickled up her leg. Closer and closer she reached underneath her skirt.

The wider she spread her legs, the higher up Sarah's skirt ran until it was around her waist.

Oh god... touch me, Sarah thought as she fantasised about the driver.

Her eyes were closed, and her right hand pulled her soaked, black thong to one side. She may not have had sex with Stephen for months, but she kept her pussy freshly shaved. Her lips were already wet, and a single finger ran up and down her slit.

"Mmmm." Sarah quietly moaned when she lightly pressed against her swollen clit.

Sarah bit her thick, lower lip and pictured the black driver's hands all over her body. She imagined him kissing her, biting her neck, and feeling her tits.

Without realising it Sarah had unbuttoned her top and opened it, so her bra was exposed. Her left hand reached inside and pulled out one of her big, soft tits as the right hand rubbed her clit and spread her wetness around her lips.

She played with one of her nipples as she kept thinking about the handsome black man. She fantasised about his head between her legs, licking her pussy. It was something Stephen hadn't done since before they got married.

Her left hand left her tits and gripped onto the dildo. She opened her eyes quickly just to look at it before she gathered spit onto her tongue, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around the dildo.

"Mmmm." Sarah moaned again as she closed her eyes and pictured the young, black man's cock.

The dildo was 6 inches long and not very thick, although it was twice the size of Stephen's.

One hand rubbed her clit as Sarah slid the dildo in and out of her mouth while running her wet tongue around the tip.

Yes, fuck my mouth, Sarah thought in her head as she slowly pushed it in and out.

After a few seconds of sucking on the dildo Sarah couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed it with her right hand and moved it between her legs. Sarah ran the spit covered tip up and down her already wet pussy.

"Ahhh." She gasped when she pressed it inside of her.

Her pussy wrapped around the dildo as she pushed it deeper and deeper. Once it was fully inside, Sarah clicked the button on the bottom, and it started to vibrate.

"Oooh god." She moaned.

Sarah had a few fingertips holding the base of the dildo as she pressed it in and out of her. Her free hand went back to grabbing at her tits as she imagined the black man making love to her.

The vibrations coursed through her body as she started to breathe heavier, and her chest heaved up and down.

Right there... do it... do me.

Sarah went a little faster, occasionally pulling the sticky dildo out and rubbing the vibrating tip against her throbbing clit.

"Yes... oh god... yes!" Sarah moaned louder.

She got a little faster as her body started to twitch and shake until finally...

"Ooooooh godddddddd!!" Sarah moaned as her entire body erupted into an orgasm.

Her body shuddered for a few minutes as her orgasm died down.

Sarah eventually caught her breath and got out of bed. She walked into the ensuite to wash her dildo, but as she turned on the taps... nothing came out.

What the hell? She thought.

She turned the cold tap but still nothing.

After turning them off and back on again with nothing coming out, she huffed and called Stephen.

"Hey babe." He answered. She heard speaking behind him like he was in a busy office.

"Hey, the water's not working." Sarah told him.

"Ah shit," Stephen huffed back. "Do you think you can go without?"

"Without water?" Sarah replied and rolled her eyes. "I don't think so."

He's paid millions for this house. The water should work!

"Alright," Stephen replied like he was half listening, "I'll get it sorted, but I've got to go. Bye."

He hung up before Sarah even said bye.

After that Sarah used a wet wipe to clean her dildo and put it back in her hiding spot before going to ride her horse for a few hours.

When she got back she was hot and sweaty, but the water still wasn't working. In her anger she called Stephen, but her face turned even redder when he rejected her call.

It wasn't until 10pm when he finally called her back.

"Hey babe, sorry I was in meetings." He told her.

"What's happening?" Sarah replied. "I haven't showered or anything."

"I've called the plumbers. They should be sending some guys this weekend." He told her. Once again, it was obvious he was distracted.

"This weekend?!" Sarah practically shouted. "I can't go 3 days without water!"

"Well, you'll have to." Stephen grunted back.

"Stephen!" Sarah went to argue, but he cut her off.

"Just go and do some shopping or whatever you do." He replied and hung up.

Dick! Sarah thought and threw her phone on the floor.

Three Days Later

Sarah spent the next three days coming up with every excuse she could think of to not see any of her friends. Sure, she went to the gym and showered there, but she couldn't do herself the same as she could at home. And she didn't dare be seen by her group not looking her best. That would only welcome a barrage of humiliation.

But she did it. She went three days with only going to the gym and horse riding with no public embarrassment.

She was sitting in her main living room on the large, red sofa, watching TV on Friday night. She was wearing a long, black dress that hugged her curvy yet toned body perfectly. She had on thigh high, black tights that were hidden by the bottom of the dress. It also pushed up her tits beautifully and showed off her cleavage.

Sarah had a face full of make-up on with the same smoky eyes and red lipstick.

When the buzzer for the electric gate went off.

Who's this? She thought and placed down her glass of red wine.

As she stood up, she pulled her skirt back down to normal length and went to the front door. She pressed the button and leaned in close.

"Hello?" Sarah spoke.

"Hi, it's Caleb and Darius for the plumbing?" A deep, masculine voice replied. The sort of voice that melted Sarah.

Oh god, how did I forget?!

"Yes, please come in." Sarah replied and pressed the button to open the electric gate.

She stood there for the 5 minutes it took for the gate to open and for them to drive down the driveway. She watched them step out of their van in the camera, and Sarah actually gasped at the sight of them.

I should've known they were black by their names.

Although the camera was black and white, they both obviously had dark skin. They were both tall, well over 6 foot, and they were wearing white t-shirts with ripped, stained blue jeans. Their clothes fit their bodies amazingly and really showed off just how muscular they were.

Keep yourself calm, Sarah told herself as she answered the door.

Both men were walking towards the front door and smiled when they saw her. Their teeth were perfect and pearly white. Once again Sarah had to take a deep breath.

"Hi. Sorry, I completely forgot you were coming." Sarah told them.

"It's no trouble," One of them replied. They walked up to her, and Sarah had to arch her neck to actually look at them. She felt tiny. "Do you want to show us what the problem is?"

It took Sarah a few seconds to realise that she had been gawking at them both and not speaking.

"Oh, erm, yes," Sarah said and laughed nervously, "come in."

They both walked past Sarah, and once again she felt tiny next to their huge bodies. She closed the door, and the sound of it shutting sent a shiver through Sarah's body.

I'm all alone with these two big, black men, She thought. Sarah's imagination went wild, thinking of both men making love to her, of having her own secret, wild experiment.

Her fantasy was plaguing her thoughts until one of them coughed and brought Sarah back to reality.

"Oh, sorry," Sarah said, "this way."

She walked them both towards the kitchen and turned the taps on for no water to come out.

"Hmm," One of the black men spoke, "let us have a look."

He brushed up against Sarah, and her entire body shook with excitement. She took a step away but could still smell the scent of a working, blue collar man so close to her.

The big, black man played with the taps a little, and when Sarah turned, she saw the other black man quickly divert his gaze, was he just checking me out?

Sarah couldn't deny that her pussy went wetter at the thought.

"We might be a while," The guy at the taps said. "I'll let you know when we're done."

"Oh, okay," Sarah replied. "Can I get you a drink before I go?"

"No, we're all good. Thanks." He replied.

Sarah walked towards the door of the bathroom, and then when she turned, she saw them both checking her out again. Sarah's face flushed as neither of them hid what they were doing.

In fact... one of them actually moved his hand around the outside of his jeans.

I wonder what monster he's hiding under there.

Sarah realised what she was doing and went bright red before practically running out of the room.

When she sat on the sofa, she could hear clanging and banging going on in their master kitchen. Sarah just sat there in silence as she let herself daydream about both men again.

Imagine two black men... at once. Both of their hands on my body, undressing me, doing whatever they wanted to me. Feeling them inside me.

As time went on, Sarah found herself getting wetter and wetter. She prayed that they would be done soon so that she could make herself cum with them in her fantasy.

It was an hour later when she was shocked to hear one of their voices.

"All done." A deep, masculine voice said.

Sarah turned and saw his beautiful dark face poking past the doorway and smiling at her.

"That was quick." Sarah said with a smile and stood up, noticing that his eyes went to her bouncing cleavage.

"We don't mess about." He replied with a chuckle.

Sarah walked into the kitchen and saw hot water running from the taps.

"Was an easy fix really." The man at the taps said.

"You two are amazing." Sarah said. She couldn't wait to use the power shower again instead of the gym shower.

"We've heard that before." The other one joked.

Sarah played with the taps a little to make sure they were working properly before turning and smiling at them both. Her thick arse was on the counter as they stood close to her, smiling.

"Oh!" Sarah jumped, "I need to pay you!"

She grabbed her purse and looked inside where she kept a wad of notes.

"Your husband has already sorted that out." The first one said.

When Sarah looked up, they were both staring into her full purse.

"Well, let me tip you at least," Sarah told them, "for being so efficient."

"We won't say no to a tip." The other one laughed.

She pulled out a few £50 notes and handed them over, but as one of them took them, his big, strong fingers took hers as well.

Oh god, Sarah thought. She felt her body start to heat up as his fingers lay on top of hers. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours. When she looked up, he was smiling back at her.

"Are you... are you sure you don't want a drink, before you go?" Sarah asked.

What?! What am I doing?

His fingers remained on hers as he turned to the other black man.

"I think we have time, don't we Caleb?" He asked.

"I'm never one to reject a beautiful woman." Caleb replied.

Being so close and looking at them for a while, Sarah noticed the differences. Caleb was a little taller, but Darius had bigger muscles. Caleb also had a faint tattoo on his neck. Both had short, black hair.

"O-okay." Sarah replied and went to the fridge, finally breaking her fingers from his.

As her head was in the fridge, her mind was running wild.

What am I doing?! Let them go home!

She grabbed two cold cans of pop and turned around. Both men were just feet away from her.

"Here you go." Sarah whispered and held them out.

They both grabbed them at the same time, and for a few seconds, both of Sarah's hands were touching each of their hands.

"Thanks, darling." Caleb said.

They started to drink, and Sarah stared at their amazing bodies.

"Husband at work?" Darius asked when he swallowed his mouthful.

Sarah's eyes kept shooting from the floor to their faces and to their crotches.

"He's, erm, away with work for a few days." Sarah told them and immediately regretted it.

I just told these two rough big black men that I would be alone here for days!

Strangely, her pussy actually twitched at that.

"And you're here... all alone?" Caleb asked.

His tone had changed. It went deeper, and his eyes started to look at her as though she were prey.

Tell them no! Tell them my family's coming over! Anything!

"Yes... all alone." Her mouth said against her brain's will.

They both grinned like cheshire cats when they heard that, and Sarah's heart began to beat out of her chest.

Between her legs twitched, and her entire body felt electric. She could feel her chest slowly heaving up and down as she breathed heavier.

"All alone in this big house," Darius whispered, "you must get lonely."

He took a step closer, and Sarah felt herself jolt a little.

"It does, at times." Sarah whispered back to him.

"With your husband away," Darius said as he got closer and closer, "I bet you need to find things to fill up your time."

By now he was just a step away from Sarah while Caleb stood further behind and stared at her like a piece of meat.

"I, erm, I find things to do." Sarah whispered.

Her fingers were playing with themselves as she slowly looked up and met Darius's gaze.

She heard footsteps, but she couldn't seem to look away from Darius's eyes... that was until Caleb moved next to him.

Both big, strong, black men stood right in front of her, cornering her into the kitchen counter.

"We don't have any jobs for the rest of the day, do we Darius?" Caleb asked.

Darius didn't take his eyes off Sarah as he replied.

"Nope, our afternoon is free as a bird." He replied.

Sarah knew she had let this go too far, and she had to get away somehow.

"I'm sorry," Sarah finally managed to speak, "maybe I gave you the wrong impression."

Darius stepped close enough that his body was nearly pressed against Sarah's. Her world was on fire, but she knew this was so wrong.

"You didn't give us any wrong impression." He told her.

Sarah panicked, I have taken this too far.

She quickly reached for her purse off the counter.

"I can give you a bigger tip..." She whispered but stopped when a big, strong, black hand grabbed her wrist and held her tightly.

She stared at the dark, ebony skin wrapped around her small, pale wrist.