Grand Slam: An Interracial Hotwife Adventure by Arnica Butler

Author:Arnica Butler [Butler, Arnica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

[MH]: That's hot. A little tame for a Friday though.

Zoe looked up at me. She already had the idea I wanted her to have. I stroked her hair, and she grinned as she pulled her hand from inside my pants. She moved to the other side of the cab. She paused when the cabbie's eyes followed her, his brow furrowed in suspicion. She began to rock back and forth as her fingers worked her panties out from beneath her skirt. I watched them drop to her ankles. Her high heels slipped out of their bondage, first one, then the other. She picked them up and tossed them at me. They were damp. She was already so excited.

I watched as she leaned against the door, turning sideways, and smiling at the cabbie when he looked back at her.

She tossed the phone to me.

Then she spread her legs open. Slowly, teasing me. Until there was a lovely view of her long legs, spread open, the white dress hiked up to her thighs. Her feet were akimbo, like a fashion-model's, and between her thighs her glistening pussy was dripping open. The red of her gash appeared ready to burst out. I took the picture, forgetting to turn off the flash.

“Ay, man! Jesus!” the cabbie shouted. “You cannot take a picture in my cab!”

“I'm so sorry,” Zoe said, giggling.

“It's very very dangerous,” the cabbie rattled on.

Zoe held the back of her hand to her nose to keep from bursting out laughing. She slid back toward me, and cuddled up on my shoulder. She leaned in to see the picture.

With the flash, it was sort of lewd and filthy. She frowned.

“It's perfect,” I assured her: and it was. The flash highlighted the droplets of excitement that dotted her outer lips, the slick wetness of her inner folds. It gave the scene a very lurid quality, but it was all the more appealing because of that. Almost like the paparazzi had gotten to her.

She attached it and sent it. Then she covered her mouth with the top of her hand and snorted. “I can't believe I just did that.”

I couldn't either, but I was so excited by now that I could barely speak.

The cab rolled up to the side of the street. We were home.

Zoe sat up straight and leaned forward. “I'm so sorry,” she said. “We have to go back downtown again.”

I could see that the cabbie was no idiot: he knew something was going on in the back of the car. My wife's honeyed scent filled the air, for one thing. Our giggling probably didn't hide things very well, either.

He shrugged though. A fare was a fare. More crazy people going all over town.

“Do me a favor,” he said. “I am a very paranoid man. Please pay for this fare and I will ring in a new one.”

Zoe slipped two hundred-dollar bills through the hole in the window. “That should take care of it. You give me the change when we get back.”

I had

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