This is a satire of some of the stories that appear in the loving wives section. Be warned this story contains a white wife having sex with multiple black men, with some cuckolding elements. If this offends you then, please read on and you may call me a closet homosexual in the comments after. I have tried to make the story as clichΓ©d and outrageous as possible.
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First let me tell you about my wife! Sharon is thirty six years old. She is a tall blonde, around five feet eleven, slim figure and with perfectly shaped breasts. Despite her good looks, my wife is super shy and very conservative. I am the only man she has ever been with. We began dating soon after we met in college. We married two years later.
Sharon was raised a strict Catholic and was educated in a convent by nuns. She was brought up to believe sex was a sin and only for married couples to have children When she was twenty, doctors discovered large cists on both her ovaries and they were removed, rendering her infertile. As such our sex life is almost non existent. We never even tried to make love. Sharon always felt as we could not have children, it was wrong. So at thirty six, her hymen remained intact. We do kiss and cuddle but she never had any interest in anything more. I had to deal with my male urges by masturbation. I always felt looking at pictures or videos of naked women cheating, so I often would read erotic stories on the internet to aid my arousal.
This is the story of the night that changed our lives forever. On the night of our tenth wedding anniversary we had booked a table in the new restaurant in town. "Jerome's" had opened a week ago and was getting rave reviews. My wife wore a long black dress which reached down to her ankles, I was in my best suit.
Our table was booked for eight p.m. We arrived on time and the restaurant was quite busy with a nice buzz in the place. I noticed as we walked in, that all the waiters were African Americans.
We were waiting only a couple of seconds before a young waiter approached us.
"Good evening folks, welcome to my restaurant, my name is Jerome and I will be looking after you tonight."
He turned, motioning with his hand that we should follow him. Jerome led us to our table and handed us our menus.
"Anything you need me for, just give me a shout" he said. "Anything", he added, starting at Sharon, with an eyebrow raised.
Sharon seemed quite annoyed with his blatant innuendo and started to grumble about wanting to leave.
"Look" I said, "Lets try enjoy the evening together honey, he just finds you attractive as I do."
Sharon decided Jerome was going to work hard tonight, she called him back over several times with petty questions about the menu and the wine list. Jerome had several tables in his area and he was running back and forth. He was clearly non plussed about Sharon's menu questions. We eventually decided on our order. I ordered chicken wings to start and Sharon settled on a salad.
Not long after, Jerome appeared out of the kitchen doors carrying our plates. My chicken wings look lovely, however Sharon took one look at her salad and said:
"This is a disgrace, look at that lettuce, not even a drop of salad cream or mayonnaise. It said on the menu that there was."
Jerome picked up her plate and said, "My apologies mam, let me take this back to the kitchen immediately.". He sped of through the double doors into the kitchen.
It seemed rather a long time to squirt a bit of dressing on a salad but eventually he appeared back, looking slightly worn out and placed Sharon's salad back in front of her. Thick, ropey slightly translucent dressing was all over the lettuce.