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.
"OK, then, let's see you do this, right now. Take off your panties and your bra while you are right here. Then walk over to that trash can over there and throw them away in just your short skirt and the skimpy shirt that you are wearing." I said.
"Sure thing sweetheart, no problem." Cindy whispered lovingly, as she stood up, turned to face me and quickly removed her panties from under her skirt. Then Cindy did that magic that only women can do, removing her bra without taking off her top, then sitting back down with a smile of accomplishment.
I was amazed that she was able to do all this without stripping in front of all the other people sitting around that were waiting for our plane to board and watching her. Then Cindy slowly stood back up again, with a big smile, she sashayed over to the trash can, and disposed of her female underwear.
"Any other requests my love?" Cindy whispered so sweetly, as she sat back down.
I decided to whisper my next demand, to make sure that no one could hear.
"You have a lot of male admirers, now that were hoping for a flash of something as you shucked off your underwear. I think it would only be fair if you manage to flash the men a shot of your pussy or two as we sit here waiting for our plane to board." I whispered with a smile.
Cindy smiled and whispered back. "Honey, would you like me to flash my breasts, a little, also?"
"Of course, that is a good idea," I whispered.
As we sat there, in our chairs, Cindy proceeded to put on a show.
First, she acted bored and stood up to stretch. As she stood up, she turned around facing me again, then bent over to touch her toes a couple times a couple times. Her loose shirt automatically fell down, to her neck, as she was bent over, exposing her big DD breasts to all the men that happened to be looking.
Sitting back down Cindy made sure to cross her legs several times to ensure that all the men saw her pussy and that all women were jealous and pissed off at her. LOL We hadn't even got on the plane yet and already Cindy was giving me wood.
"Cindy, good job Honey. Good job. I bet you gave wood to every guy on our upcoming flight." I softly said. "Do you know what the 'mile high' club is?"
"Not a clue Sweetheart. What would that be?" Cindy sweetly purred.
"Well, when we get to normal cruising altitude, we will be several times over a mile high. People who have sex at that height are automatically in the mile-high club. So if we both sneak into the same bathroom on the plane and have sex we will be in it too!" I whispered.
"Wow, I can hardly wait John. Not only will we be joining the mile-high club but I will also be giving you my virginity at the same time. I can hardly wait, Honey." Cindy whispered.
While we were still waiting for our plane to board, Cindy got a text from her sister, Nora, asking where she was. Cindy then asked me what she should do. I told her to just tell her the truth. Cindy thought carefully how to respond.