This is an interracial Cuckold story. If this offends you then please do not read. It's your choice to read this...
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Several weeks have passed since the last posting to the email account. During that time, it appeared that Joan was a normal, high school math teacher. Our personal relationship was great and there was no indication that she was worried or stressed about work. She seemed to always have a smile and a cheery word to say. I was happy but perplexed, because I had grown accustomed to the postings. Reading them was the only real glimpse I had into Joan's other world. Without them, I was in a dark room full of worries.
I started to spy on my wife. But, Joan didn't do anything unusual. She worked her normal hours, came home at her normal time and went shopping as often and to the same stores as she always did. So what was up with Kevin? Had they broken up; was she over him?
Then on a late Friday afternoon, just as I was shutting down my computer and thinking of the drive home from work, I decided to take a moment to check the account. There was a single line in the inbox whose size was large enough to contain several pages. Damn, she had written something. I waited for our unit's administrative assistant to leave before double clicking the email.
When I heard the main door close I opened the email and scrolled through it. I'm glad I did. There were a few embedded pictures in the story. Oddly, none were in the school building. The first couple of pictures showed my wife walking through an upscale department store. She was wearing a business suit that had a short skirt. Her heels were four inches which are high but not unusually so for Joan. The last picture was of her leaving a mall. She looked different. Her hair was out of place. Her left hand was holding her jacket closed. So, unlike the previous illustrated stories of her debauchery, this one didn't seem to be a singular ride to the bottom. So I scrolled back up to the top and began to read my wife's letter and here it is in her own words...
Everything has been pretty quiet with my job and Mr. Montgomery. The aptitude tests have kept everything pretty quiet. I still follow his instructions. I dress the part and am always ready to satisfy Kevin's needs. But, the world is as it is, and we all must strive for a better future. Kevin has shown his true colors by buckling down for his tests. I found out last week that he was accepted to his first choice school and with a full scholarship. Not bad, not bad at all.
Kevin delivered the good news himself. At the end of the day he came into my classroom with his big friendly grin and handed me a piece of paper. It was an acceptance letter AND the announcement that he was receiving a full scholarship. I was particularly proud of the fact that it was not an athletic scholarship but an academic one. As I handed the acknowledgement back he handed me an envelope. Inside was a gift certificate to a mall on the north side of town.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Damn, it's a gift. What the hell do you think it is?" he said, smiling.
I had to laugh at myself. I thanked him, but before I could finish he reminded me that there was no school on Monday. I nodded and he continued, "I'll meet you at the store and then we'll go out."
I had been intimate with this eighteen year old black student for months and now I found myself blushing and tingling like a school girl. He's been in me and I've given him oral sex almost every day and yet I was still speechless. In the end, I simply said "OK".
Kevin nodded, smiled and left. I was a little disappointed at his departure, we hadn't touched each other in over two weeks and it looked like we were going to continue to be apart at least until Monday.
Surprisingly, the weekend went quickly. I didn't tell Ed that there wasn't any school on Monday. I simply went to work as usual. Later, if Ed asked, I'd just tell him that teachers were still required to attend. So, as usual, I dressed and left Monday morning just as he was getting up out of bed. Actually I still went to my classroom. It was so early that I had a couple of hours to kill before heading downtown. I worked until 10:30 AM. It's amazing how much you can accomplish when you're not constantly interrupted by hormonal teenagers. Hormones, as horny as I was, I guess I was exactly where I belonged. Just being in the classroom, the place where I had bared myself while Kevin gave me his ardor was arousing to me. By the time I got up to leave my mind was in a whirl.
Most of the seventy five minute drive north was a blur. This mall is as far from home as it is from school. I pulled around to the main entrance. Kevin never told me where to meet him. I knew better than to call him so I just walked in and started looking around. The main thoroughfare and even the stores looked deserted. I would have felt better if it were crowded. I stood out like a lightning bolt. I was in the heart of an all-African American community and as I looked around the Mall's food court, I was the only white person.
I realized that I had stopped dead in my tracks and was staring like a tourist, so I purposely walked through the center of the mall and looked into each of the shops. Most were the same you would find in any mall. Cookie stores, greeting card stores and candle outlets. The clothing stores had a less modest, more urban feel to them. At the center of the building was a set of chairs and couches under some large potted palms. The sky lights above made the area brighter than the rest of the Mall. The circle of green carpet surrounded by blue must have been an attempt to make the area appear as an island of sorts. It looked pleasant enough, that is, until I got closer. The upholstery on the couches was dated and worn. One of the chairs had a jagged tear on the arm. The carpet, though clean, was worn and needed to be replaced.
There was a group of young men down one of the corridors. They were standing in front of the "Finish Line" shoe store. Most had earrings and ball caps and were wearing baggy jeans. Their dark skin was smooth and taut like Kevin's. One of them turned and looked at me. He flashed me a warm smile with teeth as white as snow. My heart was pounding. I felt like such a girl, young and vulnerable.
"If you keep staring and squeezing those thighs together; one of 'em is going to come over here. What you going to do then, huh?" Kevin said from behind me.
Kevin had materialized out of nowhere. I tried to protest, but his stony visage kept my mouth shut. So, I dropped my gaze to my shoes until he addressed me again. Although I didn't feel his touch, his heat enveloped me.
"I've been watching you. I saw you staring at those young black men. How can you be doing that? Has it been so long that you got to fantasize 'bout another black cock?" Kevin was speaking in a low whisper.
To keep my mind focused and to keep from swaying on my heels I kept my legs together. I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt and even I could smell my arousal.
"Answer me, has it been that long?" Kevin said in his commanding voice.
I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I missed his cock; that with just a nod from him and I would drop down, here, beneath this sickly palm tree and take his semen like the sacred Eucharist. Good women, righteous women, didn't say things like that. Instead, I muttered something like "Yes".
"You little whore." He said like praise.
Kevin wrapped his arm around me so his forearm was just beneath my breasts. He pulled me close so I could feel his soft lips against my ear. He breathed lightly and his warm cinnamon breath brought me his thoughts. "I love that you're my whore. "
