Dear John, We Need to Talk #2
By Buster2U
Warning // Definitely Cuck Shit! // Warning // Definitely Cuck Shit! // Warning
************CUCK SHIT! // WARNING **WARNING // CUCK SHIT!*****************
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. In my typical fashion, this story will most certainly be OTT. I like to do things OVER THE TOP, so if you continue to read this, please don't whine about that. 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.
You should leave now if you might get upset reading about wife sharing, with frequent miss spellings, poor punctuation, poor grammar, repeated phrases to emphasize importance, purrs and coos overused to show which female is talking, or a pure, beautiful, low mileage, fertile, young white wife being inseminated, black bred and pounded into the mattress by one or more virile black man.
Please Enjoy!
Buster2U
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Dear John, We Need to Talk #2
by Buster2U
First to recap, from the end of the previous chapter...
Nora ran out of our wedding, in tears, after she saw the video playing of her gang bang from the previous night at The Zebra Club. Every adult that she valued in her life was there to see her wedding, but instead they all got to see how she had turned herself into a complete and total whore the night before our wedding.
I felt this was a perfect ending to our previously perfect relationship, even though it really broke my heart to throw away my Nora. But I felt certain, that she threw me away first, by being such a slut for black men, clearly against my wishes.
Nora had explained that she wanted to experience a big black cock, before our wedding, so she wouldn't be denied the superb pleasure, she expected, for the rest of her life. But my sweet Nora got extremely carried away. She defiled herself and destroyed my heart in the worst possible way, becoming the ultimate slut the night before our wedding.
Nora did not even seem to consider my feelings, at all, when I begged her not to leave to go have sex with Jamal. Then she seemed to care even less, about my feelings, when she fucked his 20 black friends, all that very same night. That made her 2 hours late returning home, breaking my heart all the more.
So then, when she let him convince her to go to the Zebra Club to further defile her beautiful perfect body, to dance nude for the entire audience of hundreds of black men, and finally participate in a gang bang all against my wishes, our relationship was irrevocably broken along with my heart..
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NOW CHAPTER #2...
Nora's younger sister, Cindy, found me crying quietly, totally shattered, after the marriage ceremony collapsed. I was left by myself as everyone had left in dismay or disgust. Now, just sitting by myself on the edge of the stage, near the altar, in the front of the church sanctuary, wondering about my life choices.
Cindy saw me and came up to hug my head tightly to her firm breasts. She admitted that she'd always had a crush on me and that she would do everything that she could to make me happy and make me feel better. I was surprised that this very pretty young woman had feelings for me all this time, and I had never even noticed before.
I asked her if she would want to go to Cabo with me, where Nora and I had originally planned to go on our honeymoon. But after a discussion I called my travel agent at home and we were able to exchange our tickets to go Jamaica. My travel agent even got us an even nicer resort, right on the beach there.
Cindy and I had spoken many times, but now I am shocked that I had never noticed her crush on me before. However, after this disaster, I clung to her dearly, to help me rebuild my self-confidence and my manhood, after Nora, her older sister, so destroyed me.
I pondered how Cindy had said she deeply loved me, but then I realized that I really had no investment in Cindy, as of yet. I sincerely hoped that I could continue to depend on her to help rebuild my self confidence as a man.
While waiting for our plane to board at the San Jose airport, while looking at Cindy, I realized that she was a very attractive young woman. Nearly as elegant and pretty as one of the news reporters on NewsMax, like Bianca de la Garza, or Fox News under Roger Ailes when they had so many really hot babes.
I began my testing by attempting to embarrass Cindy, my new girlfriend.
"Cindy, Honey, want to do something for me?" I asked as we waited for boarding in one of the rows of chairs, near our boarding gate.
"Sure sweetheart. Whatever you would like. I will do anything in the world to prove my love for you. Anything you want, anywhere or at anytime." Cindy promised.