Dear Followers and Favorites,
Thank you for reading and enjoying my various accounts of frustrated white women, married and single, discovering themselves through sexual satisfaction. This may well be My Final Chapter.
It is dedicated to two married women who read my early work and reached out through email to comment. The first is Julie Van, who balanced bringing up children and dealing with a sexually uninterested hubby.
Julie had hours to herself while her children were at school to explore the internet and naturally read voraciously on Literotica. I started writing on this platform and my style was to build the storyline with lots of detail. This was roundly criticized by men who were [in my view] low in self-esteem.
Julie on the other hand loved my work but found I needed to think more about what women were reading my stories for and that was to get off as they masturbated.
Fair enough.
Once I blocked anonymous comments, the legit comments and Julie's encouragement really helped me!
Then my email inbox would have a dozen or more links, videos, and photos which always featured white wives and their black lovers. All from Julie - she was obsessed with interracial sex.
Then Covid hit.
Julie's kids were not in school and hubby was around too.
I think she got caught surfing porn OR got sick.
My friend Curt in the UK joined me in the authorship of many of Julie's story ideas. We are convinced that the subject remained untried by Julie but it sure was her greatest fantasy.
And where is she today? Living in Florida among anti-vaccine advocates at the time of the pandemic it is certainly possible that she either contracted the terrible disease or was found out for her prodigious addiction to black cock porn and her views on the subject were silenced.
She did have children and had school, cooking, and mother's responsibilities, along with a husband who was disinterested in her, or so it seemed.
Perhaps she just had to spend her hours elsewhere, I hope that is the case.
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This chapter is also dedicated to the memory of Annette B. a woman I admire for a variety of reasons. She came from a small midwest town and met her future husband on the first day of frosh week in College. Their back story is that Annette joined three random roommates in a rented house, an innocent, smart as a whip, curious white girl with three men, two of whom were black.
By the end of that first week all three guys, singly and in multiples, had introduced her to the many varieties of sex she had perhaps only learned about in high school. The white man, Patrick would later marry her, and the two black guys took turns sleeping with her and there were no rules. Patrick loved her, and she loved him, but they both enjoyed their first sexual freedom to do with whom whatever they wished.
Both Annette and Patrick paid great attention to their education and both became professionals.
Over the years, she and I had vigorous correspondence as she critiqued my stories on Literotica. I met her by responding to one of her "comments" on an early story. As a corporate lawyer, she often traveled on business and was able to have lots of black lovers, in other American cities, all suggested by and encouraged by her husband. Only one-on-one and she would seek prosperous black men who desired as much privacy as did she in the quiet of their corporate expense account bedrooms.
Annette usually traveled to clients in the same major cities, so "hooking up" with repeat lawyers as black lovers became easy and safe.
Her husband was, by then, a well-respected physician who set up weekend "open houses" in a local hotel where cocktails would be served to invited guests (only) starting at 5 pm on a given Friday and went on for the weekend of fucking her and others of her friends who joined in on the fun. I know many readers will think I am writing fiction but sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction. Other lady friends would be invited and she would encourage her husband to fuck anyone he wanted, mostly women but, you know, in this modern age there might have been other opportunities. Anything goes!
Believe me, dear reader, I challenged her on whether she was exaggerating, and nope this is the truth.
I once asked her if she had any regrets about not having children, and she didn't.
I asked her what was her number one regret. She replied:
"I wish I had bigger breasts."
Annette was up for anything, as long as the professional videographer was hired by them, and no other phone use was permitted other than the landline in the hotel.
Then tragedy struck in the form of cancer. I would not hear back from her for weeks at a time, and then when I asked she would reply "All good, hanging in there." Then it was a long period, it had come back. I kept encouraging her and thanking her for her editing skills, and ideas and even dedicated an earlier story to her and put her in the fictional account.
Then nothing.
Now two years have passed since I had any word.
I expect she has passed. I hope it was peaceful.
So, Annette, this is dedicated to you.
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"The Final Chapter"
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Susan realized when Roxy departed to accept her new position in Miami that she was alone in Robert's beach house and that she had a decision to make. Goodness her three-week vacation had now stretched to nearly eight weeks, and her husband Mark was insisting she come home to windy cold Chicago.
Then came another shocker, Mark's father had sold their family business, retired, and Mark had suddenly come into a lot of money. He stunned her by writing that he was headed down to Barbados where he wanted to meet all her friends and especially the nice young black man she had been dating.
Just for Mark to accept that she was "dating" another man when married to him made her very worried about what he might do when he saw her getting ready for a date. Susan was the last person he thought would be unfaithful and had told her that when she left on her special trip.
Susan was alarmed, what was she to do with her husband arriving? She had never felt such a sexual orgasm as Robert had given her. In fact, Robert despite his youthful demeanor was able to fuck her and hold back his orgasm until she came, and then let her enjoy the sensation his big thick cock had provided and then, ever so slowly kiss her neck, nibble her ear whilst putting his tongue in it while talking dirty to her. Then slowly he would move his still stiff cock out of her sopping wet cunt, and then push his black length into her again.
Susan would protest that she was satisfied until he started the fucking moves all over again and she would cry out:
