Dear Bart, We Need To Talk
by Buster2U
Warning // Definitely Cuck Shit! // Warning // Definitely Cuck Shit! // Warning
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This is an original story by Buster2U for publication on The Literotica Website only.
Anyone engaging in sex in this story is at least 18 years old. And in my Typical Fashion, it most certainly will be OTT. I hope you enjoy this story enough to forget your life's troubles for a few minutes, which is pretty much my only goal here.
Tender Flowers should leave now if you might get upset reading about wife sharing, nose picking, frequent miss spellings, poor punctuation, poor grammar, cussing, frequent use of 'purr' or 'coo' to signify a woman speaking, smoking, smoking dope, drinking or a pure beautiful low mileage fertile white wife being inseminated, black bred and pounded into the mattress by a virile black man.
Enjoy!
Buster2U
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Dear Bart. We Need To Talk,
by Buster2U
"Honey, I am home!" I Sang out as I came thru the garage door into the kitchen.
"Hello Bart, How was your day, Sweetheart?" my wife Jackie answered, as she stirred something on the stove.
"Same old, Same old. Yours?" I asked.
"It was really different. The one of the Black Women at work asked me to go to lunch with them today. It was really strange. I will tell you about it later, when we go to bed." Jackie purred.
We have dinner, watch T.V. for awhile, and finally get to bed. I forgot all about Jackie wanting to tell me about her lunch with her Black women friends from work. Then once I got to bed Jackie came to bed, naked as well, and quickly reached for my boys.
"Bart, I wanted to tell you about going to lunch with some of the black women from work. It was so strange. We went down the street to Denny's and there were 4 black women and me. We all rode together in Martha's car, but when we went in together I quickly started to feel the hate from prejudiced older white folks looking at me." Jackie cooed.
"Really? Are you sure you weren't imagining this?" I asked my lovely wife.
"Oh, no. It was very obvious with all the 'hard' looks I was getting. Martha and Betty didn't seem to notice anything. But I certainly did. That plus all the whispering, it was obvious but it really had a weird effect on me." Jackie whispered.
"Really? How so?" I asked.
"It turned me on, it made me feel so aroused. Not because I was with women, but that all the hate from the white folks staring at us made my pussy wet. I can't figure out why? But the whole time that the older white folks kept staring at me, my pussy kept getting wetter and wetter." Jackie purrs.
"So being stared at and hated, turned you on?" I asked.
"Honey, I can't figure out why. All I know is it did. Maybe they thought that since I was with Black Women, they thought that I was screwing Black Men also. Regardless, since it felt so good I'm am going to spend more time with my black co-workers." Jackie coos
"If that is what you want, I don't see any problem with that." I said
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So, my wife Jackie started spending her free time at her Black Co-workers homes after work. Then, a couple nights later she came home with a nose ring, and nipple rings.
"How do you like my piercings Honey?" Jackie asked me.
"They look pretty hot. Why did you do that?" I asked.
"Well the black women had them and I wanted to 'fit in' so I let them pierce me, and it really turned me on. Do you like what they did to me, Honey? Does it turn you on? It sure turned me on when they stuck needles right through my most sensitive places!" Jackie purred while stroking my cock with one hand and my balls with the other.
"Yes, it turns me on a lot! I can't wait to show you off in the bar." I whispered.
