Morgan Stiles is a forty-something redneck who was born and bred in West Texas, and lately, he and his wife Kirsten Simpson-Stiles have been having problems. Kirsten is originally from Boston, Massachusetts, and finds it hard to adapt to the life of a Texan housewife. Morgan works at the Bank of Lubbock, which is basically a puffed-up credit union trying to stand up to the big guys. Folks in Texas don't like big banks or big government, and Morgan comes from a long line of such thinkers. The Bank of Lubbock is his livelihood and first love.
As the manager of such an establishment, Morgan Stiles has to put on long hours, and one day, when he came home early, he got one hell of a surprise. His wife wasn't alone. This is every man's nightmare, to tell you the truth. A man comes home to find his wife with another man. Doesn't matter the man's race or culture, or the time period, the man's world is crumbling down. What's a man to do under those truly dire circumstances?
"Bro, if you fuck my wife, you got to fuck me too, that's the rule in this redneck's household," Morgan Stiles said to the big and tall Black man he caught in bed with his sultry blonde wife Kirsten. Seconds earlier, the bedroom doors swung open and a cheating wife and her lover got caught by the understandably irate man of the house. Now, considering this is all happening in the City of Lubbock, Texas, there is a high potential for this to turn bloody, rather than kinky.
"Morgan, I'm only doing this because you are always too busy for me," said Kirsten Simpson-Stiles, pouting at her irate hubby Morgan Stiles. This evening, the blonde-haired and blue-eyed cheating wife in question happened to have her legs spread, and a strapping, handsome Black man was eating her pussy. The brother in question, a fella by the name of Max, nodded hesitantly. Considering Morgan Stiles had a twelve-gauge shotgun in hand, the slim, red-haired White dude looked like he actually meant business. That's how it all began...
"Be cool, man, don't get hasty," Max said, raising his hands in the air. Pensively, Morgan Stiles looked at the brother, who reminded him of his roommate Jefferson Brown at the University of Houston back in the day. In those days, Morgan Stiles was exploring his sexuality and he and Jefferson had a lot of fun together. Oh, Morgan and Jefferson had girlfriends too, but they really, really enjoyed sexing each other. Indeed, this brought back memories...
"Morgan, you're a creep," Kirsten said, even as she began sucking on Max's big Black cock while Morgan loosened his pants, freeing his member. Max relaxed somewhat as Kirsten fellated him, and once he got hard as a rock, she tugged on his balls, making him cum. When Max came, Kirsten eagerly drank every last drop of his cum. Morgan nodded in approval, then shook his hard dick.
"Come over here, brother, I see you like White pussy, well come try this White cock," Morgan said, and he casually tossed aside his gun, and waved his dick at Max. Kirsten looked at Max, who appeared to be considering it. Kirsten rolled her eyes, knowing she shouldn't have been surprised. Max was originally from San Francisco, California, and apparently down there, all the guys were either gay or bisexual, including the manly-looking brothers. Go figure.
"I don't discriminate," Max said as he grabbed Morgan's cock and began sucking on it while Kirsten looked on, shocked. The brother sucked the redneck's cock with gusto and didn't let up until he came. When Morgan came, Max drank all of his cum, astonishing both Morgan, who wasn't expecting such a reaction, and Kirsten, who totally thought that Max was straight when she picked him up at the local community college. Disturbed as Kirsten was by Max's apparent bisexuality, she was also a bit turned on by it...
