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Suddenly, I realized I had been asleep, and someone was shaking me. I heard a distant voice.
"Honey, wake up! It's time for breakfast! Bacon and eggs! Rise and shine!"
I rolled over and looked at her. I was dreaming, perhaps.
"I thought you don't kiss asshole lickers!" I said.
"What? What are you saying? Too much brandy?"
"Where's Anthony?"
"Don't you remember? He left after you became so sad when I fucked him. He didn't want to cause any trouble!"
"You didn't fuck him more? Suck him? Humiliate me more?"
She laughed, "Nope, just lay here with you and slept!"
"Okay!" I stated, "But no more black lovers, girl!"
She smiled as she left the room. "That was the deal! No more!"
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoThis is definitely a 5 star story. My wife, Doreen, and I are not really swingers in that she is the only one allowed to initiate sex. However, I get to enjoy the men she brings home. My wife is the scheduler for a franchise national janitorial chain. She manages 360 two man teams, about 80% are black. When she has a team over, we have a preferred sequence: 1, she gets spit roasted, one guy fucks other guy gets sucked by her. 2. Whichever guy recovers first fucks Doreen the second time and I suck the cock of the other guy to get and keep him hard so he can fuck Doreen again, 3. Now my ass is offered up to be fucked by either guy. 4. Next both Doreen and I perform deep throat oral sex. 5. Now it becomes "dealer's choice" the guys have choices: fuck Doreen pussy, fuck Doreen mouth, fuck my anus, fuck my mouth. Doreen doesn't do anal. There has never been a time when I didn't get ass-fucked at least once. My records are 5 big loads of cum in my ass and 4 loads of cum deep throated. By request I will eat Doreen's pussy to clean her up.
Anonymousover 2 years agoGreat story. My wife is a nurse and we have two daughters. She went black with a black neurosurgeon and got pregnant. We are raising his daughter as well.
Anonymousabout 4 years agoOne and done!!!! I think not she will want it again and again and probably behind his back. Then other black guys still the marriage is destroyedE
Anonymousover 4 years agoGreat story with all the right components of black supremacy. For me it was not a dream. I had been married for seven years to my 28 year old white wife, Kathleen, when she went black. It was a terrible, cold, snowy Minneapolis winter but on December 23, my boss gave me my bonus of $12,000. That night we talked about getting out of the winter and having an adventure. We settled on Mardi Gras in New Orleans. The next day, Christmas Eve, was a half day of work for me and the office party. Kathleen, the 11pm to 7am 911 call supervisor had to work. On the 27th we finally made reservations for Mardi Gras. We persevered through the winter till Feb 17 when we left for New Orleans. The weather was warm, the city exciting and we were on an adventure! Our first night in town we did Bourbon Street and in one of the bars with a jazz band, Kathleen was approached by the black drummer during the band's break at about 9:30. Kathleen is pure Swedish descent, pale blonde and blue eyes, 5'11", 34-22-36, and a muscular 138 pounds. The drummer was obviously trying to seduce her right in front of me. After the break and a few more songs, we went on to more bars and many more drinks. On the way back, Kathleen suggested we stop at the same jazz bar again. No sooner than we entered and sat down at the bar than the drummer left the stage and came right up to Kathleen and spun her around on the stool and kissed her, Kathleen did not hesitate and she slid off the stool into his arms and started grinding her pelvis into the drummer. He took her by the hand and led her towards the back of the bar. I started to follow and the bartender stepped in front of me and said, "He's the owner and I don't think he wants to be followed." I waited till Kathleen came back and then we went to the hotel. When we got to the hotel, Kathleen picked up her suitcase which was not even unpacked, walked to the door and turned and said, I'll see you back in Minneapolis." The next day, I went to the airport and went back home. Kathleen came back as originally planned six days later. Two months later she announced she was pregnant and she moved to New Orleans. My best advice is never take your wife to New Orleans.
