This is a letter I received from a cuck I met on DC recently. Names and places changed to protect the guilty:
Dear Boss,
My lovely wife Trish has told me that she chatted with you tonight, and the you require that I write you with details of our life. Of course, I can not refuse a demand like that.
Trish and I have been married for 10 yrs now, and for most of that time she has been having sex with other men, almost always black men like yourself. I have to admit that at first I wanted her to do this, but later I asked her to stop. Of course she said no, as would any white wife in her right mind. Of course men like you can give her a much better fucking than I can, so I can not blame her for wanting to be black fucked.
Emily told you that she was hit on repeatedly when she was pregnant with our daughter, but I don't think that she mentioned that the first black man to have her did it with a child in her tummy. I had been asking her to consider fucking a black man and letting me watch since we were engaged, but she had always refused. When she became pregnant, however, she was constantly horny, and I thought that my big chance had come. We met a man, at a supermarket of all places, when he asked Trish where something was. By the time I got to her side, he was holding her hand, and rubbing her arm. I instantly got rock hard, and I knew the time had come for my fantasy to come true.
Trish said that she was feeling dizzy, and perhaps she needed to lay down. I offered to take her home, but J, her new friend told me, almost ordered me, to finish the shopping, and he would give my wife a ride home. Almost immediately they left the store, leaving me standing there wondering what had happened. I got our groceries as fast as I could, and raced home wondering what I would find when I got there. As I suspected, or fantasized, or feared, I don't know which, Trish and J were in our bedroom, but the door was locked! I couldn't watch, and I was almost weak with fear that I would miss something. I knocked on the door, but J told me to put the groceries away, and come back later. I rushed into the kitchen and put everything in it's place, and went back to the bedroom. This time it was Trish telling me to wait, but I could hear the sound of the bed creaking, and Trish groaning, then a scream as she came, followed closely by similar sounds from J. Finally, he came to the bedroom door, and unlocked it. I was faced with a very large, and very naked black man. He was so much taller than me that his cock was at he level of my chest, and of course I noted how big it was.
Trish lay on the bed, our marriage bed, naked with her legs spread, and I could see from across the room how much cum was in her cunt...it dripped out on the sheets.
"Go and clean your wife, cuck" J ordered, and weak with fear and excitement I went to get a wash cloth.
"Not like that, honey" Trish said, "use your tongue"
I couldn't believe it! I had eaten her of course, but never after I fucked her, much less someone else, and I wasn't sure I could. One look at J was all it took to convince me, however, especially when he took my neck in his huge hand and pushed my face into Trish's cunt. I licked and sucked, and swallowed most of the cum in her, and while I did I came myself, leaving a wet spot on my slacks.
J fucked Trish twice more that day and evening, and came back several times, but the first time was all it took to put me in my place. Each time he fucked her I cleaned her with my tongue.
When he was finished with my wife, for the moment, we went into the living room and he told me that he often picked up wives at grocery stores, and his favorite was when the hubby was there too.
I hope that this story meets with your approval, and I would be pleased to write more.
Your servant,
g
There is a sequel for another time...
Dear Boss,
My lovely wife Trish has told me that she chatted with you tonight, and the you require that I write you with details of our life. Of course, I can not refuse a demand like that.
Trish and I have been married for 10 yrs now, and for most of that time she has been having sex with other men, almost always black men like yourself. I have to admit that at first I wanted her to do this, but later I asked her to stop. Of course she said no, as would any white wife in her right mind. Of course men like you can give her a much better fucking than I can, so I can not blame her for wanting to be black fucked.
Emily told you that she was hit on repeatedly when she was pregnant with our daughter, but I don't think that she mentioned that the first black man to have her did it with a child in her tummy. I had been asking her to consider fucking a black man and letting me watch since we were engaged, but she had always refused. When she became pregnant, however, she was constantly horny, and I thought that my big chance had come. We met a man, at a supermarket of all places, when he asked Trish where something was. By the time I got to her side, he was holding her hand, and rubbing her arm. I instantly got rock hard, and I knew the time had come for my fantasy to come true.
Trish said that she was feeling dizzy, and perhaps she needed to lay down. I offered to take her home, but J, her new friend told me, almost ordered me, to finish the shopping, and he would give my wife a ride home. Almost immediately they left the store, leaving me standing there wondering what had happened. I got our groceries as fast as I could, and raced home wondering what I would find when I got there. As I suspected, or fantasized, or feared, I don't know which, Trish and J were in our bedroom, but the door was locked! I couldn't watch, and I was almost weak with fear that I would miss something. I knocked on the door, but J told me to put the groceries away, and come back later. I rushed into the kitchen and put everything in it's place, and went back to the bedroom. This time it was Trish telling me to wait, but I could hear the sound of the bed creaking, and Trish groaning, then a scream as she came, followed closely by similar sounds from J. Finally, he came to the bedroom door, and unlocked it. I was faced with a very large, and very naked black man. He was so much taller than me that his cock was at he level of my chest, and of course I noted how big it was.
Trish lay on the bed, our marriage bed, naked with her legs spread, and I could see from across the room how much cum was in her cunt...it dripped out on the sheets.
"Go and clean your wife, cuck" J ordered, and weak with fear and excitement I went to get a wash cloth.
"Not like that, honey" Trish said, "use your tongue"
I couldn't believe it! I had eaten her of course, but never after I fucked her, much less someone else, and I wasn't sure I could. One look at J was all it took to convince me, however, especially when he took my neck in his huge hand and pushed my face into Trish's cunt. I licked and sucked, and swallowed most of the cum in her, and while I did I came myself, leaving a wet spot on my slacks.
J fucked Trish twice more that day and evening, and came back several times, but the first time was all it took to put me in my place. Each time he fucked her I cleaned her with my tongue.
When he was finished with my wife, for the moment, we went into the living room and he told me that he often picked up wives at grocery stores, and his favorite was when the hubby was there too.
I hope that this story meets with your approval, and I would be pleased to write more.
Your servant,
g
There is a sequel for another time...
