Pleasure Island
Copyright© 2022 by MariannaLove
Chapter 26
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 26 - Chelsea Miller is a 25-year-old Makeup Artist. She cohabitates with her boyfriend Aston whom she hopes to marry one day. However, Ashton does not have plans to be tied down to any one woman. He feels variety is the spice of life and lives to his motto. One day, Chelsea arrives home early from work she gets to witness her boyfriend of five years sexing two women in their bed. She threatens to leave. Find out what happens when Chelsea heads to Pleasure Island and goes buck wild.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Cheating Sharing Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex Squirting Big Breasts
Chelsea ... Meeting Christian’s Family
When we arrived in Orlando, I felt nervous. Christian’s mom had his car. She was picking us up from the airport. I kept checking myself out every time we passed by a window. He chuckled, “Stop stressing. You look fine.”
I smiled, “Do I?”
He nodded and kissed my lips, “Now let’s go get our bags.”
When we got our bags and passed through customs, we walked outside and saw his mom looking fabulous. She was dressed in the latest fashions, a pair of skinny jeans, an off-the-shoulder white top, gladiator sandals, large hooped earrings, and hair pulled back into a single braided ponytail. She greeted him with a hug, “Welcome back hijo,” she looked at me smiling, “is this Chelsea?”
I nodded. He introduced us, “Yes, mom, this is Chelsea. Chelsea, meet my mom, Xiomara.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said. I went to shake her hand but she pulled me in for a hug and a kiss.
It was a good sign. She was welcoming. Christian opened the door for us. I offered her the front seat but she declined, “No mami, you sit up front with your man.”
He had a nice SUV. An Aviator in black. I sat back relaxing to the sound of salsa, Marc Anthony as he drove. She asked me a lot of questions as we drove her back to her house.
When we arrived, we headed inside. I met his father, his brother, and two younger sisters. It was amazing how his family had a range of hues from deep mahogany to almost white. His dad was dark like me. His mother looked white and his sisters were both a cocoa brown color and he and his brother were that café con leche color.
His father shook my hand, “Do you speak Spanish?” he asked me.
“Well, Christian has been teaching some stuff.”
“Good. Good. In this house, we speak mostly Spanish. Spanglish too,” he laughed, “I’m making some sancocho, It’s a soup. Very tasty. You two will stay and eat.”
“Of course.”
I was feeling at home. One of his sisters, the oldest of the two said, “I follow you on Instagram. You deleted one of your accounts.”
“Yeah. I went off the grid for a while. I mostly post on the other. It’s where I have all my brand deals.”
“You can help me do my makeup for prom?”
“Of course.”
We sat talking. I heard his mom say that she thought I was sweet. My heart melted. Later that day, we sat at the table and had soup.
I learned that his oldest brother Noel was getting married in six months. He and his girlfriend were expecting a child.
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