Thoughts: They come and they go; and a painted picture, or a camera portrait speaks a thousand words, exponentially increased by the thoughts of the viewer.
In Brandon's mind, his thoughts were filled with pictures of his wife, Paula; each thought increased by his knowledge and experience of her. And, though he could write more than a million words to describe her, taking hundreds of hours to write and read, the thoughts within his brain consumed less than five minutes of thought, after he had tried to contact her on the phone.
Unfortunately, for Brandon, the black man answered the telephone.
As he knelt beside the porcelain toilet bowl, and as he had originally wondered, Brandon thought of his wife and what she was doing with the black man. Still, and even more, he wondered why Paula was taking a shower so relatively early in the morning and where the black man was planning to take Paula on a date.
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After speaking to Brandon, Donovan set the cordless phone into its charger with a smirk on his face. For, after all, he lay naked in the marital bed of the husband and the pretty wife, Paula. Beside him, the husband's petite wife, also naked, was snuggled next to him - her hand upon his chest and her leg resting upon his abdomen, her pussy slightly splayed and her soft pubic hair touching his black skin. In its due time - within the next hour, or so - Donovan knew that the white wife would soon awaken completely and mount herself on top of him to allow the head of his dick to touch the opening of her youngish, tight and soothing love canal. Of course, his lengthy dick would harden with the wife's invite and she would politely slide herself onto his dark, black pole.
"Who was that?" Paula quietly and sleepily asked.
Donovan stoked the long mane of her brunette hair, smoothed across her soft back and patted her soft ass, "Your husband."
"Oh." She nonchalantly responded as her cheek found its way upon his dark, warm chest - snuggling ever so closer. She caressed his neck with several small kisses, working herself onto his chest, desirous - yet too sleepy to love his beautiful, meaty black dick.
Donovan kissed her cheek, letting the young, petite, white wife respond by allowing him to kiss her lips. "Go to sleep, baby."
"Mmm, I love the way you treat me."
"I couldn't have done it without you, girl."
Paula sleepily giggled. "Or, without Brandon?"
"Yeah. Without him, we would've never met."
"Yes. Cheers to Brandon." She answered, too tired to care, and ready for a cat nap.
As Donovan watched Paula close her eyes for more sleep, he was amazed at her beauty and could not believe that he had been so fortunate. And, yet - it was handed to him.
While Paula slept, Donovan thought. He didn't quite remember the exact date that he and Brandon had met online, though he knew that it wasn't more than one year ago. Within a couple of weeks after their meeting, Donovan sent Brandon a hyperlink to a website that provided interracial pictures and movies, exclusively.
Donovan is a self-made, successful man. At seventeen years of age, he entered the Army as an infantryman. By his choice, he had volunteered for Special Forces duty and became a highly-decorated, well-skilled, and physically chiseled "Green Beret". And, if it weren't for the fact that Donovan had impregnated a Colonel's white nineteen year-old daughter, he would still be a soldier of excellence. But, Donovan was sidelined by the Colonel's abilities to wreak havoc on his upstanding military record. Thus, by the Colonel's choice, Donovan was discharged from the Army, and the Colonel's daughter's seeded womb was aborted of Donovan's masculinity.
Upon his discharge, the former Staff Sergeant Webb attended driver's training toward a commercial tractor / trailer truck license. At first, he drove for the company that had paid and sponsored his driver's training. With some time, Donovan had become independent, acquiring several tractor-trailer combinations. While out on the road, he had developed a fee-based interracial web-site and was able to manage it and benefit from the fees he had charged for the web-site. Thus, Donovan was not in need of money, nor was he in need of a job. Further, he was able to go wherever and whenever he so chose.
As an internet webmaster, and business owner, Donovan would often peruse the chat rooms to analyze the market of prospective clientele. Overall, he wanted to investigate what the "real" people wanted to see. For the most part, he realized that many white husbands were online, fantasizing to watch their own wives service a black man.
To further understand the phenomena, Donovan disguised himself as an online member and was able to chat "one-on-one" with a variety of sorts. Ever the business seeker, he would reference his own web-site as an excellent locale for pictures, groups, etc.
Though most of his online conversations had become "standard type" of fantasy / cyber chat, Donovan had become quite interested in one, particular husband's story and wife. To Donovan, the husband's wife seemed to be a prize. And, after a few months of chat with the husband, whose name was Brandon, Donovan finally persuaded the husband to send a "G-rated" picture of his wife, Paula.
When he first opened the picture attachment, Donovan was dumbfounded that a husband would put such a caliber wife on the meat market. She was young and very beautiful; and Donovan remembered that Brandon had stated that she was virgin until the husband had taken her innocence her age of sixteen. Donovan also recollected that Brandon had stated that they had no children. To Donovan, the pretty white wife was still practically a virgin, especially as it related to his meat's size and girth. Without much explicit thought, he did find himself to become very hard, at the thought of Paula.
When he opened the picture attachment, Donovan was delighted to find a picture of the wife in her wedding dress. As the husband had indicated, she was comparatively young, and very attractive. By the picture, she was a petite, long-haired brunette with curls that extended to the small of her back. Her eyes were hazel green with curly eyelashes and plucked eyebrows. Her nose, centered almost perfectly upon her face accented the pout lips of her mouth, colored by the red lipstick that she wore for her wedding. Her smile bared her perfectly aligned white teeth and revealed the joy that she was feeling at the time. Her breasts appeared to be small and supple, yet perky. The wedding dress fit the lily wife perfectly, allowing the sexiness of her curves to show, while maintaining a certain chasteness of not revealing the deeply hidden black-loving slut within.
After a few more months of intensified online chat and in consideration of all the things that the husband had wrote, combined with the picture that Brandon had sent, Donovan felt fairly certain that Brandon was being real. Further, if the husband were, in fact, being real, Donovan felt that he himself should pursue the ideas before Brandon had advertised his pretty little wife to another man.
Desirous to advance the situation, combined with their current online chat, Donovan sent an instant message to Brandon:
>send me a video of your wife
Brandon replied:
>a video? like what kind?
>send a video of her undressing for me
>mmm... i'll bet she'd luv to undress for you. i've been telling' her a lot about you.
>then - send a video and send me the pair of panties that Paula wears when she undresses
>you'd like that wouldn't you?
>you bet I would. I've been wanting to see your wife naked ever since her wedding pic.
>yes. i think it is time to move this forward. but - are you gonna give me your address?
