M.I.L.F – MIlf Interracial story

Milf interracial story.
Prim and proper Helen is lost in a soulless job, a sexless, bad marriage and has a partner that likes to show her off and display her as if she was some, mere ornament for other men to lust after and desire. There seems no escape as she is scared, downtrodden, accepting and almost institutionalised to his increasingly perverse rule. But still she still privately, longs for some escape, some life of her own.
And then destiny indeed takes a hand and the naïve, inexperienced Helen and her husband, Steven, are dragged on a modern, incredible journey of discovery that changes their sexual, physical and emotional lives forever.
Emilia Blythe delivers another hard hitting, depraved, deviant, interracial and explicit tale of sexual discovery and explains the fact that it takes far more than just looking like an older woman or MILF of easy virtue, to actually become one!
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EXTRACT:

It was about to be yet another extremely uncomfortable evening at the school; my husband was walking around me while I dressed as if he was a pompous, pumped up general inspecting his troops.

He stared ever more invasively at me then murmured as if I had passed an examination to his peculiar, unsavoury taste and satisfaction.

“You look good…Helen…!”

My pale, strained, hazel eyes stared in the mirror and flushed in abashment; my dark dress was so ridiculously short as always, and I knew that if I bent over even just the merest fraction anyone would and could see my tiny, black knickers, nylon stockings and suspenders!

However, to my increasing unbalance and disconcertion, Steven seemed weirdly, falsely happy as usual and mumbled excitedly.

“…Really super, Darling…you will be and are by far the most gorgeous woman and wife there…all the staff and boys are so envious and jealous that I have a sexy woman and partner like you.”

I flushed in my ongoing discomfort and tried to complain and explain how I felt but increasingly, this silly man never listened to me anymore.

“I look like a, Tart, Steven…all the men simply stare, especially the boys from the upper forms…it not comfortable or acceptable for me!”

He chuckled darkly and with indiscernible, unreadable, unworthy emotion and complete lack of respect or empathy.

“Don’t be silly, Helen…they just covet and admire you…like I do…you are so delectable…like a precious, gleaming diamond or treasure!”

His pale, blue eyes were irrationally excited, even glazed in unreadable, unworthy thought and he was like this every time we went out in recent times; it was so annoying, frustrating, embarrassing and irritating and to no avail I endlessly tried to make him see sense and rationality.

“They don’t just admire me, Steven…they…”

The foul, distasteful words were hard for me to even form in my mouth let alone speak out loud; the truth was so disgusting and unpalatable.

“…They think they can… fuck me…I’m far too old to be wearing provocative, revealing clothing like this…!”

My mouth exhaled in my patent annoyance and perplexity.

“…I’m nearing 40 now…it’s so terribly demeaning and unbecoming to be an object of a young man’s sexual fantasy…”

I clarified my statement in my palpable, bubbling but seething anger.

“…Any man’s sexual fantasy!”

To my amazement my agitated husband just shivered, as if it was cold but it was not, then laughed dismissively and I was beginning to dislike him more and more nowadays for this developing and growing obsession with how I appeared and was presented as he gushed every more onwards.

“You look so beautiful and delicious, Helen…”

He stood back and actually leered as he admired my short, dark, tightly fitting dress and stockings once more, and tried to justify himself.

“…To be honest I just love and adore that other men are so in awe of you, Helen… knowing you belong to me and are all mine!”

His answer was always this same puerile, inane nonsense when I tried to debate with him; in exasperation I simply shrugged and walked out to the car and towards what was undoubtedly going to be another extremely long, difficult and embarrassing night out together.

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