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A Warning to White Husbands

Jul 27, 2010

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Appreciated what you have. That is the lesson that I hope to pass
on to those of you who read this. What I relay to you in my text
is not a glamorous story, something that I am proud of, nor is it
an erotic tale. I am taking the time to write about what happened
to me as a warning to the other white husbands may be heading down
the same path that I have walked. There are seemingly so many
white men cruising the internet seeking and reading tales of the
cheating white wife, wives gone black, and cuckolded husbands.
Those of you reading this take my story for what it is intended -
as a warning. The realization and reality of the wish for a Black
Stud (or anyone else for that matter) to sex or breed your wife can
be very harsh. What follows is what I recently experienced.

My wife and I are in our early 40s. We had been
married for 20 years and had a very strong marriage. We had both
been faithful to each other since we met immediately after college.
We dated only a few months before becoming engaged, and we married
about a year later. My wife was an attractive, shy, and seemingly
innocent young woman when I met her. We were instantly drawn to
each other and have been inseparable since we met. After I had
already fallen for her, but before we were engaged, I learned that
prior to meeting me she had dated several Black Men while she was
in college. Worse yet, that she had been impregnated by one and
had his child. She gave him custody of this child, and she never
saw the child again.

When I learned of her past, I was quietly disturbed by
these facts. Where I grew up, white women dating Black Men was
heavily frowned upon. If my friends of family learned of my future
wife?s past, they would view her in an unfavorable light. I also
feared what they would think of me for loving a woman who had sexed
and been bred by Black Men. As I have stated, I had already fallen
for her. I followed my heart and acted as if it was not a big
deal. We loved each other ? and we both had pasts. I told her
that we should keep her past our secret. Of course, her family
already knew the story, but it was not something that they ever
spoke of. That obstacle out of the way, we married and lived our
lives together happily for many years ? until last year.

I do not understand the exact reason why, but about two
years ago, I started to become obsessed with my wife?s past with
Black Men. Maybe it was because I had a lot of time on my hands
since I was between jobs. During this time, my self-confidence
began to wane. For reasons still unknown to me, I started thinking
about her having that Black child. I began to sulk about us, after
all these years, not having any children of our own. I felt
inadequate and started to believe that my wife was secretly
thinking of her former Black Lovers during our increasingly less
frequent sex sessions.

A factor in why I may have begun to have these thoughts is that a
few years after we married, we discovered that I am medically
unable to have children. Still, despite this, my wife never
complained and stayed with me. She did this even though I know she
very badly wanted to have a family. Her loyalty and faithfulness
to me should have made me value her more, but I was too self-
absorbed. She had always stood by me. I think that my loss of
self-confidence during my layoff, the surplus of time, and my idle
mind set the conditions for the disaster that followed.

After we re-located to a new city in order for me to start my next
career, I was sent on an extended business trip out of town by my
new company. I had a lot of time on my hands during the evenings,
and found myself surfing interracial web sites and adult yahoo
groups. The more I read of these white women being sexed and want
wanting to be bred by Black Man, the more I became insecure and
angry about my wife?s past. I cannot explain or justify these
feelings, but I can only tell you that is what I felt. Eventually
and gradually more increasingly, I began exchanging email with
members on these sites. Specifically, I sought out Black Men and
began to ask them if they would be interesting in sexing or
breeding my wife.

I received responses from most of the Black Men I wrote to. Some
of the responses were very over the top, and I knew my wife would
never go for them. I also received a few extremely polite
responses which indicated discretion on the part of this pool of
Black Men. One in particular, Michael, stood out and seemed
especially promising. He was not pushy, was intelligent, and he
lived about an hour from us. He was close enough to do what I
fantasized about but not too close to be suffocating.

Over time, I relayed to him many details about my wife and out
relationship. I told him that I would be away from home for several
months and that he would have ample opportunity to gradually gain
my wife?s confidence and ultimately hopefully turn her back to
Black. He understood the need for discretion and that I did not
want her to know that I was behind this. I provided him my wife?s
email address and a cover story to make contact with my wife. I
was excited about the prospect and thought his chances of bedding
my wife were good.

He emailed her with a simple note which informed her that he was a
polite, nice, Black Man and he asked her if she was interested in
exchanging emails with him. Eventually, Michael wrote me and
stated that she did not reply. He asked me for more details to
help him get a response. I eagerly did as he asked, and I waited.
I did not hear back from Michael for about two weeks. His next
response would be a big wake up call for me.

Early one morning, I anxiously checked my email from my hotel room.
My heart pounded with anticipation when I saw a note from him.
This could be good news. I opened the email. What I read gave me
chills. While Michael had learned a great amount of personal
information regarding me, my wife, what I asked him to do to my
white wife; I had absolutely no idea of who Michael really was or
what his background was. I did not know that much about computers
and the internet. I did not realize that on the internet he had
access to and could use an anonymous email account, remailers, and
IP tracker while corresponding with me.

Although I had not provided him our last name telephone number, or
home address, I had relayed to him our first names, city we
currently lived, where we had lived, exactly what my wife looked
like, her likes and dislikes, and other information that could be
used to piece together who my wife and I really are, where we
lived, and where we work. With the information I had provided him
and that he could easily find on his own, it was only a matter of
him doing a bit more work on the internet to uncover who we really
are. I never saw this coming.

Michael?s email hit me like a sledgehammer, as the email addressed
me by my full real name and he also used my wife?s real full name
in the email. Some of what he wrote, ?You asked me to sex and
breed your prim and proper suburban white wife. These are your
words. I will use them against you. Deliver her to me while you
are still on your trip. Find a way or I will ruin your lives. I
own you both. You asked me to do this you white fool. I will
teach a prejudice, white man (you, your words fool) lessons in race
relations. Write me back today, or I will send all the emails we
have exchanged to your wife, neighbors, and place of employment.?

I sat at the desk in my hotel room in a cold sweat. Strangely,
while in a state of shock and terror, I was also somewhat aroused.
Michael certainly was in control, much like I had fanaticized
about. However, the arousal was short-lived, as reality began to
sink in. Michael, this Black Man, who had had begged to sex my
wife was in complete control of the situation. I was totally at
his mercy. He had done a lot of work gathering facts and setting
me up. Admittedly, I had made it far too easy for him to do so.
He appeared deadly serious, and I was not about to call his bluff.

I had few options available to me. Having my wife?s past exposed
to our friends and especially to my family would cause my wife
extreme embarrassment and shame. I could not afford any sort of
scandal ? real or not - at my new company. I did not see ignoring
Michaels?s threat as an option. Eventually, I determined that I
needed to call my wife and explain the situation to her. I knew
that she would be angry, hurt, and disappointed in me, but I
believed that this option gave us the most control in an out of
control situation.

I called my wife and explained what I had done. She reacted as I
expected. When she regained her composure, she asked me what I
thought we should do next. I told her that she should answer
Michael?s original email and tell him that she would like to get to
know him. At first, she resisted, but she could not offer another
solution. Both of us wanted to keep the past in the past, and this
seemed to be the only way to do this now that I had made a mess of
our lives. She agreed to answer him and to put me on the
information line of the email.

I was later informed by my wife that Michael had replied to her the
same day, but that he took my email address off of the email. He
told her that what they discussed was none of my business and that
she was not to include me in their exchanges or conversations. He
already had our unlisted phone number. He called her after sending
her the email reply. All I know for sure is that they spoke for
over an hour and that Michael made arrangements to travel to our
town during the upcoming weekend to meet my wife in person.

My wife was rightfully scared and nervous to meet him, but he had
done his best to put her at ease. She did not tell me much, but
she wanted me to have a basic idea of what was going on ? for the
purpose of her safety. They were going to meet for dinner at a
nearby Casino on an Indian Reservation. It is a nice place that my
wife enjoys. They would also be doing some dancing there.
Previously, I had told Michael that my wife enjoys dancing, but I
never take her. I also told her that she does not drink often but
likes wine. He told my wife what he wanted her to wear, exactly
how to wear her long blonde hair for him, and he told her to be
sure to wear her wedding ring. My wife had three days to prepare
and wait for her ?date? with Michael. That is all that I would
learn about the events and preparation for their future encounter.

I sat in my hotel room anxious beyond description. I was truly
powerless. I could do nothing to help my wife through this mess
that my own selfishness had created. She was justifiably furious
with me ? and very hurt by my thoughtlessness and actions. I knew
that there was nothing that I could say or do to make the situation
better. My wife, the woman I had loved for more than two decades,
was now at the mercy of a complete stranger. When I started down
this path which I perceived as ?erotic,? I would have written that
this helplessness was ?what I wanted.? However, now that I was
actually experiencing complete powerlessness and hearing my wife?s
tears, shame, and the fear in her voice ? I was literally ill.

My wife called me on Saturday before she left the house. She was
upset but doing her best not to cry and make her make up run. I
told her that I was very sorry and that I loved her. She said that
she knew that, but that she did not know if she could ever forgive
me for putting us in this situation. She told me that Michael told
her that she could keep her cell phone with her to give her a sense
of safety, but not to take any calls from me while they were
together. With those words, she hung up the phone. I sat alone in
my hotel room and waited to hear back from her.

Hours passed. I resisted the urge to call my wife, not wanting to
make the situation worse than it already was for her. My
imagination ran wild thinking about the things that Michael could
be doing to my sweet, lovely wife. I felt overwhelming regret for
what I had do. As the clock passed midnight sleep was out of the
question. After what seemed like a lifetime, it was dawn: still no
phone call. I cold no longer resist. I called her number. There
was no answer. In a panic, I was now beginning making plans to get
back home to check on her. As I did so, I received a text message
which read: ?Do not worry. I am alright. I will call you

I questioned to myself the authenticity of the text message, but
what could I really do? Call the police and tell them what was
going on? I had no evidence that my wife did not send the message
herself or that she was being harmed. The reality of the situation
was that any risk she faced was completely of my doing. I spend
another day of torture in my hotel room alone ? waiting. By this
point, I could not help myself from calling her number with
increasing frequency, but to no avail. It would ring and go to her
voice mail.

Late Sunday evening, I finally received a call from my wife?s cell
phone. It was a man?s voice. I can only assume the voice was
Michael?s. He told me to not to say a word and to listen.
Concerned about my wife?s safety, I did as he ordered.

?You are a selfish fool white boy. You couldn?t be satisfied
knowing that your wife loved you and wanted to be faithful to you.
You did not appreciate her years of loyalty and devotion to you.
You had to dwell on the past. Because of your weakness and
insecurity you placed her in a compromising position to bail your
sorry ass out. I hope that you are happy now. This is what you

The phone went silent, but the connection was still good. I heard
some unclear sounds. After a few seconds I heard the man?s voice
again. He said, ?Open your mouth bitch and suck my Black Cock.? I
then heard sucking, slurping, and gagging noises for the next 10
minutes. My heart pounded, and sank as I realized what my wife was

?That?s right slut, milk my Black Cock bitch,? the man said. ?Suck
it. Suck it deep. Yeah, that?s right. Nice. You little white
cocksucker. That?s right, take it deep bitch.?

Next, I heard a bunch of thrashing noises followed by, ?I?m ready
now bitch. I?ve got a monster load to plant inside you. Get on
your back bitch. Spread those nice legs for me. Yeah, just like
that. You want my Black Cock again don?t you? I?m gonna bust my
nut in you again bitch. You want it again don?t you? Tell me what
you want slut.?

For the first time in two days, I heard my sweet wife?s voice,
?Please babe, please I want your Black Cock so bad. Please, please
give it to me again. Put it inside me ? please babe. You own my
pussy. Let me feel it inside again. Ooooooh, yeeeesssss. Like
that babe! Give it to me! I love your Black Cock. I love it, I
love it. Push it babe! Ooooooh!?

The line abruptly went dead. I frantically called back. What I
hoped to accomplish by doing so, I don?t know for sure. Waiting
all that time to hear from my wife, worrying about her, and then
hearing her sucking and fucking Michael was confusing than could
ever have imagined. Fantasizing and writing about my wife screwing
Black Men was one thing. Genuinely being concerned about our
future, her safety, and then hearing her having sex with Michael
and begging him for his Black Cock was not the experience that I
believed it would be when I started down this path.

I felt more ashamed of myself than I had ever been in my entire
life. I compromised my wife?s trust, our marriage, and our
relationship. Whether or not she was ?enjoying? or ?not really
enjoying? the fucking that she was getting was irrelevant. She was
only there because I was weak. Michael made a great point why
could I not have just been happy with what I HAD, because, from
this day forward, things would be different.

My wife would never look at me the same loving, trusting way that
she had for the more than 20 years we had known each other. She
would never again regard me as her ?protector? or as ?her man.? In
her eyes, I would now forever been a weak-minded, insecure, white
man who never truly believed in her and in our relationship and our
marriage. I will never forget the disappointment in me that was in
her eyes when next met -- weeks later when I returned from my
business trip. I let her down, and I will have to live with that
the rest of my life.

As for her and Michael, beyond that phone call, I have never seen
of heard them together again. I have no idea how many times he
fucked her while I was away, or since I have been back in town.
When I finally came home, she told me, ?what is done is done? and
that I would not have to worry about my precious ?reputation? or
concern about what my family and friends might think about her
past. She made her position perfectly clear: I created this
situation and will have to live with it. When and what she does
with Michael or anyone else is none of my business, and she will
not discuss it any further with me.

After this experience what have I gained? I am left with the same
wild imagination and thoughts that I had before about my wife, but
I no longer have my wife in my life. Last month, she filed for
divorce. I am not contesting it, and I am giving her everything
that she is asking for. Michael has given her all of my emails
that I sent to him asking him to sex and even breed my wife. There
is no way that I want those entered into the public record during
our divorce case.

I will share a coupe more facts with you: I have not had any
intimate or sexual contact with my soon-to-be former wife since her
first encounter with Michael; on her right ankle, she now wears a
gold ankle bracelet with a small spade on it; and after her weekend
with Michael I have no definite proof if she is still seeing him or
perhaps other Black Men now. She does not share those details with
me. So much for the ?erotic? experience that I sought. Again,
what have I gained besides loosing the one that I loved?

Still want your wife to go Black?

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