From Lonely Housewife to Perverted Slut Chapter 20 re-posted Edited by a friend.
True Story, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Group Sex, Hardcore, Humiliation, Male Domination, Wife, Written by women
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Gender: female Age: N/A Location: N/A
Originally Posted Tue 30th of December 2014

No persons involved in sexual acts or even witnessing the same are included in this series under the age of consent. A person under the age of consent may be mentioned in passing but he or she as the case may be is only casually attached or included in this series as a casual informal non-participant in any fornication of any nature. This version was modified by Geo.Venereal

Introduction:
Continued Adventures of Joan.
Now From Lonely Housewife to perverted Slut Chapter 20

“Okay if you say so I’ll just have my shower and have coffee at work. See you tonight Joan.” Paul said kissing me on my cheek and headed to the washroom. Then he turned around. What have you got planned for the day. It’s the weekend. I will be working all weekend so you won’t see me most of the weekend.”

“Don’t worry about me I will head down town on the bus and do some window shopping.” I answered. “You know I always find something to occupy my time Paul.”

I thought for a few minutes after Paul left for the office. Then it came to me. I’d try a new kind of adventure since it was the weekend and Paul said he probably wouldn’t be home the weekend. Why not try out a new adventure. First I called Paul. “Hello you made it to the office.” I said.

“Yes, but I can’t talk long. I’m just about to go in for an important meeting.” Paul answered.

“I was thinking since you won’t be home this weekend I’d visit my mother for the weekend so see you either late Sunday night or early Monday. I thought I would leave tonight and spend Friday, Saturday and Sunday at her place.” I said.

“Okay have a good visit but I have to get going now. See you either Sunday night or Monday morning before work.” Paul answered. “Good bye for now and have a good weekend Joan.”

“Okay see you either Sunday night or Monday morning Paul. Goodbye and have a good weekend Paul.” I said as I hung up the phone.

I decided to wear my transparent make shift skirt and blouse made out of the nylon hankies Paul gave me for birthdays and Christmas presents. I then thought I better not leave the house with just the transparent skirt and blouse so I put on my knee length raincoat even though the day hadn’t called for rain.

I hadn’t been in the slummy, black area of the city. I had no reason to go to that part city. I never even had to take the bus. Most places I went were within walking distance from me or I got rides from the hunks that wanted to fuck me. I decided to take different buses and see what part of the city it led me to. I wanted to see different places in the city I had never seen before. I ended up getting off the bus and realized I was in a total black area of the city. There is nothing unusual about being in a black neighborhood. There are plenty of black neighborhoods in the city I live in. What I didn’t expect was I was in the middle of very, run down old black neighborhood. The buildings were run down and most probably should have been torn down. I decided since I was off the bus I would be adventuress and walk around before heading home or just maybe find somewhere in this part of the city to have some kind of new adventure. I walked up a few streets. I was feeling uneasy because of the way the blacks looked at me. The black women looked at me like I was some kind of nut. The black men looked me up and down ready to devour me. I was about to head back to the bus stop, when I saw a college campus. It was run down but I did see a bunch of black older boys walking in and out of the school. I went over and saw a sign. Under the name of the school was another sign that read. “This school was donated by a man who doesn’t want his name known. He has donated the money to further the education of black, post-teenage boys. Boys living in these slums and cannot afford to go to college. All the boys have to have is a willingness to do their best and study hard. No previous education is required for the boys to attend this school. The only rules are you attend classes, try your hardest to succeed and be post-teenage, black boys.”

I saw how the hot black teenage boys looking at me and smiling. I would have loved to have stayed and get it on with those hot masculine black teenage boys but I had to get home. I thought about getting back to the bus stop to go home. I was walking away when I went through one of the alleyways close to the college and I saw an alleyway that would shorten my walk to the bus stop so I started walking down it. To my surprise I saw a theater and walked up to it. It was an X rated movie theater and was open 24 hours with four out of seven days and nights just for the black college boys. That’s when I figured I had come this far I would go in and meet whoever was in charge and take it from there. If he didn’t let me in then I’d just go home and find some other way to fill in the weekend.

I opened the door expecting some kind of ticket booth like other movie theaters. I was surprised there wasn’t a booth for the ticket seller. A black man was standing beside a table with a cash register. He was dark brown, over six feet tall around thirty. His dress pants had to be tailor made for him. They were so tight on him and emphasized his large muscular legs. He was wearing tight dress pants and equally tight sleeveless white shirt emphasized his dark brown skin and muscular arms.