"Wow, Jinky, JJ is so CUTE!" She even got me to admit how handsome JJ is one night, and when I admitted it to her, I felt like SUCH a FAGGOT! And of course I AM a faggot - and everyone knows it! Ha ha ha! People could never figure out what a hot Filipina like Jinky was doing with a PIECE Of SHIT white faggot like me!! Well, it was because she wanted to come to the states. We met online, got married and I brought her to the U.S.
She has good instincts, and she knew when I was scared to fuck her the first night we hooked up that I was probably gay. I could see the knowing smile on her face when I admitted to her that I thought JJ was cute! Jinky had suspicions about me being gay from day one. And now that I had confirmed those suspicions, it was a relief to her, because now she felt that it was ok to have a boyfriend. Filipina women are like that - they'll stay with their husband even if they find out he's a queer, as long as they can have sex with whomever they want.
After that she refused to have sex with me. One time, when I was bugging her for sex, she had a disgusted look and she said, "Wouldn't you rather have a man on you?" And then she laughed. I hung my head in shame.
After that my relationship with Jinky was no longer one of a husband and wife, but more like a relationship between sisters or girlfriends. I had always liked women's fashion and cosmetics, and now I would help Jinky with her make up and advise her on sexy things to wear - like a sister would do. She would tell me about JJ and the things they did together in bed, and we would giggle like a couple of horny prostitutes!
Since Jinky had cut me off, I had to content myself with masturbating to internet porn, and fantasizing my pretty little wife, wriggling naked in the buff arms of her black boyfriend! I became seriously addicted to interracial straight porn, and I began to fantasize about what if I was a woman? Jinky had this sexy Frederick's of Hollywood black, silk shorty robe that she wore around the house. One night I was stroking my cock naked in front of the full length mirror, and admiring my soft looking body. On impulse I put on the shorty robe and smeared my lips with one of my wife's lipsticks!
After awhile it was out in the open, and JJ started coming by our apartment complex to pick up Jinky. He had a deep bass voice - really masculine. My voice was soft, sometimes people mistook me on the phone for a woman because of my voice!
I remember the first time JJ knocked at the door. Jinky was still getting ready, so she told me to let him in. I was trembling in fear and - mostly - from embarrassment! Can you imagine - having to meet my wife's black boyfriend - face to face! I gathered all my courage and opened the door. My knees were shaking from a mixture of fear and humiliation. I was smiling nervously, but he just looked at me as if I were a bug. "Where Jinky at?" he said.