A story of a Chinese wife and how she came to love big black cock. I know there is no difference in the size of a black man and a white. It's more interesting to say there is. Would you rather I wrote about you forcing your huge four inch penis into a cavernous pussy?
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Judy Cho and Samuel Baxter had been married six years. For the first twenty three months, she was in Guangzhou, China, awaiting her Visa approval. She had now been in the U.S.A. for four years. Having learned to speak proper English at school, Judy had a terrible time understanding American English, with all its nuances and slang.
After four years, twenty six year old Judy considered herself Americanized. She figured she could sling slang with the best of them. She laughed at the thought of slinging slang.
Being barely five feet tall, with coal black hair and dark brown eyes, she was a very pretty young lady. Her pert, firm breasts were seldom enclosed in a bra. She would laugh and tell Sam a tight bra might stunt their growth.
Sam had been employed by a computer supply firm for eight years. At first, he thought working for a black owned company would be a problem, but, the owner was a pleasure to work for. Having a good paying job and enjoying it was a rare combination. Life is never perfect though and the owner's nephew was the fly in the ointment. Martin Weaver, called Junior, since he was named for his uncle, was hated by every man he met. He was an obnoxious, smart-ass braggart. He was also the apple of his Uncle's eye.
With other men's wives, Junior was a completely different person. Light skinned, tall and muscular, with his curly black hair, he made a dashing figure. He was always attentive, charming, and polite when making conversation with the opposite sex. If anyone had paid attention, they would have noticed his attention was never drawn toward an older, or, undesirable female.
In the past four years, Judy had on several occasions been the recipient of his charms. She and Sam had attended company picnics and holiday celebrations when they were required. Those times, Junior had always been close enough to touch, even when Sam was present. Sam always fumed silently and they left as soon as possible. Judy thought he was handsome and charming, though a little too free about where he put his hands.
Today, Junior walked into Sam's office, with a sneering smile pasted on his face. "I see you're almost ready to leave. Better hurry. You don't want to miss your flight. Uncle Martin wouldn't be happy."
"Don't worry about it!" Sam snapped.
"Want me to check on the little lady while you're gone?"
"Stay the hell away from my wife. She doesn't need any watching. Besides, I'll be back in forty-eight hours."
Sam's flight had departed and Judy found herself with too much unwanted time on her hands. She knew there was cleaning that she could do this afternoon, but tomorrow was going to a long boring day. One bright thought was that her Sam would arrive home just past noon the day after that.
Thursday evening Judy took an extra long time soaking in a hot bath. She took special care of that spot between her thighs , but stopped before she reached an orgasm. Those were reserved for Sam.
Lounging around the next morning, drinking coffee with too much sugar, Judy wondered what she was going to do all day. Sitting in her own home with the doors and windows locked was unbearable. Going into the kitchen to make a cup of drinkable coffee, Judy heard a light tapping on the front door. Looking out the window, she could see the mail truck pulling away. Thinking the postman had left a package, she innocently unlocked the front door. The door was suddenly pushed inward and Judy was shoved backward.
"Hey, little lady! Have no fear. Junior is here to protect you!" Junior was laughing at his own joke. Closing and locking the door, he towered over the panic stricken wife.
"What are you doing here? GET OUT! You have no right barging into my house. You know Sam's not here!" Judy shouted angrily.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Looking down at those flashing brown eyes and her slightly parted lips, he knew exactly what she needed to shut her up, and decided to give it to her. Without speaking, he swept her into his arms and kissed her. For an instant, she was still, before squirming and pushing herself away.
"How dare you!" Judy hissed.
"If you don't shut up, I'll keep doing it until you do." Junior smiled and reached for her again.
Quickly stepping back, she asked him as calmly as possible. "Why are you here, Junior?"
"Why, I promised ole' Sam to take care of you and make sure you stay safe. That's all."
"If you don't leave this minute, I'll scream my head off! Judy snapped.
"Scream all you want. We both know all your neighbors are at work."
In her heart, Judy knew he was right. If she got out of this situation, she would have to do it herself. "Just maybe, if I'm friendly and polite, he will leave. Being angry and insulting doesn't work," she was thinking. She knew he was much too strong to resist.
"If you have calmed down, let's go have a cup of coffee and discuss what we will do today. Since you opened the door the first time someone knocked, you can't be trusted alone. I'm here to keep you safe." Junior smirked.
Saying nothing, Judy led the way into the kitchen. Reaching for another cup, Judy remembered for the first time what she was wearing. She suddenly realized, Junior could see right through the old cotton house dress, and must know she wasn't wearing any underwear, top or bottom. "Shit! Too late now.!" She thought.
Over coffee, Judy had to admit Junior was a good conversationalist. She was aware he kept looking at her breast area. She didn't dare admit it to herself, but, it was kind of exciting to have another man admire her body.
