I'm enjoying writing here on Literotica and appreciate the kind comments of many readers. Others, you know who you are, love to leave comments which are just rude anonymously. If that's your ilk. Please take this invitation to move on. If not, I hope you enjoy my take off on Geoffrey Chaucer's part in 'A Night's Tail' where he told his tormentors he would eviscerate them in tale and they would be naked for all time. This story is for one such commenter. Hope you enjoy it.
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It had been a while since Deborah had had sex. Her husband, a weak minded, simpleton, who fancied himself a writer even though he had written nothing more than comments on other authors stories. He was now 56 and had been on the little blue pill for years. But now even that wasn't enough.
She tried talking with Zed, getting him to the doctor, or the counselor, but he was so unsure of himself that he really wasn't capable of a real conversation, and he not only refused to see a professional, he resorted to mindless rants filled with profanities. Still Deborah tried.
Her most recent attempt to help poor Zed was to start writing erotic stories and submit them online at his favorite site knowing he'd read her work. She had watched him as he read her work before when he didn't see her. He sat at the computer and read and read stroking his limp unit hoping it would respond. Mostly he would read about some husband who's wife cuckolded him and this seemed to be his favorite genre. He wondered what it would be like if his Deborah would cuckold him, or at least write a story about it. His fascination with this was obvious to her.
She wrote under a nom de plume and typically put her writing in a section for loving wives. Deborah was a good writer and had a vivid imagination. She finally acceded to Zeb's request to write a story about them. Her hope was that Zeb would read her story, see the two of them in it living out his fantasy, and that his desire for her would be rekindled and their sex life would resume to at least its every other week status they'd been in for the most part after the first 6 months of their marriage.
So she wrote:
It was a particularly dark night when Demarius came over to visit. Zeb had encouraged me to act out my fantasy to be with a black man and tonight was the night it was going to happen. I was on pins and needles not knowing what to expect. I'd seen Demarius' photo online but often those photos just don't fit the reality of the man. And I was worried about Zed. How would he react? Would it really be the night of his dreams?
My name is Debbie, and I'm Zed's wife. We have been friends since grade school and, while Zed wasn't the quarterback of the football team -- he was the team manager, he was still mine and I cared about him.
I guess you'd want to know more about me. I'm 5'5" tall and bordering on 150. It's a bit heavy for my frame but the weight I put on after Zed Jr. was born just wouldn't come off. I guess you'd say I'm pretty average in most ways but the weight at least gives me tits that are better than average. My best assets are my legs, and my butt. Black men just love my booty.
What sets me apart from most of the girls is my love of sex. I truly enjoy it all. Giving head, rimming, all the various positions of intercourse, and, of course anal. I've read about it, watched numerous videos both with Zeb and on my own, practiced kama sutra, and spent way too much on toys. Especially recently. I've gotten into dildos of all sorts but the ones that Zed likes to see me use the most are the big black ones. He particularly gets excited when I am using 3 at a time. It's a feat that I had to work on for weeks. I strapped two together for my nether region and my pussy so I could do the two of them with a single hand. The third I throated.
So there I was, decked out in the clothes I bought from Victoria Secret as Zed sat in the corner and watched. My top is white silk and fits loosely on my bodice. It's low cut and when I bend over there's nothing that you can't see. I picked out a lacy white bra to go under the silk top and I must say the combination looks great on me. I do have nice legs and like to show them off so I paired the top with a navy blue wrap around skirt that was a good 6 inches above my knees.
I'd made sure we had wine in the fridge. A good $15 Chardonnay. We splurged. Zed had spent the day cleaning the double wide and making sure everything was ready for Demarius when he came. Everything was set.
The doorbell rang. I was sitting on the couch, my legs crossed to show off what I thought was my best feature, my legs.
"Zed, get the door." (he loved it when I ordered him around)
