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I’ve got your bitch, white boi!  Yeah, she’s your wife, but she ain’t nothing of that when she’s with me.  When she’s with me, she’s my bitch. She’s my fuck-toy.  Ain’t nothing else matters to me none. Don‘t get mad, white boi.  Your ass knew what the game was before you bothered to play.  You knew that once you gave your woman to me, that she wasn’t going to go back being the typical housewife you always thought her to be.  Nothing of the sort is happening here, white boi.  On here, my dick is all the bitch knows.  Your bitch knows well enough who owns her, and guess what, it ain’t you!  When she’s with me, she don’t ever make out like she’s your wife.  Sure, she still wears her wedding ring, but that don’t mean shit to me.  Your bitch knows that when she’s  her Black Master, her foremost duty is to serve and please the fuck out of me.   Don‘t matter what hour of the day, or whether you’d be bothered about when next she’s coming back home.  And that’s another thing I need to talk with

  My husband sleeps on the floor beside the bed whenever my lover comes over to spend the night.  He either sleeps on the floor, or he gets to have the guest bedroom to himself.   Whichever one he prefers is fine with me, as long as he knows he won’t get to occupy the bed with us. Jeffery didn’t always like it, but as he loves watching me and my lover fuck, he knows he has no choice.  It’s his only means of getting to see how well my lover pleasures me in the bedroom.  Jeffery has to abide by our rules or he would only listen in on us from outside.  Not a reasonable option, which is why he much prefers the floor. Ricky, my lover, gets a kick out of humiliating Jeffery whenever he can.  He is always the real man in our home; Jeffery is always an obedient puppy when Ricky drops by, and would do anything Ricky asks, as long as we don’t stop him from watching us fuck.  Jeffery is quick to get Ricky a beer from the fridge whenever he wants one.  Ricky doesn’t ever fuck me with a condom, and

  Dear Shango, I have a question that I would love to ask you.  But before presenting you the question, I would first like to share with you a  real story. For almost a month now, I have been cheating on my husband with a co-worker of mine.  I use the word cheat because it is a more favourable word to use than adultery.  Adultery always sounds to me like something ancient and outdated, as a relic of the Stone Ages. Yes, I did cheat on my husband.  It wasn't something I was proud of, but for the brief period that it happened, I can honestly say that I had the best fun a woman in her mid-thirties can ever enjoy. My co-worker and I have been friends for months, ever since he got transferred to our office branch.  He, too, is married, but our relationship never went beyond our place of work.  He knows nothing of my husband, neither do I of his wife.  One afternoon, he invited me to have lunch with him.  We often did that, so it wasn't a big deal.  Sometimes we went in groups with o

This is a letter that was written to me months ago from a husband residing in New York.  I thought I should share it with you all . * * * * If you ever have time and would be so kind, I was wondering something that maybe you could answer for me.  Do you believe being a cuckold can be a natural-born thing?  The reason I ask is because I was older, way past my prime, when I first found myself desiring many things pertaining to the cuckold lifestyle.  This was back in the early to mid-eighties.   There was no internet back then, or books or conventions that discussed or highlighted anything about this.  Back then I felt strange and alone with my desires.  I wanted to have a girlfriend (or wife) who would control me and willingly sleep with other men, and hopefully let or make me watch.  I wished for a woman to make a submissive out of me, to humiliate me in front of other men, and entice me to taste cum out of her pussy or ass.  I was all in for sucking other men’s cock too.   I would lik

  I have watched so much interracial porn that I’m surprised I haven’t become addicted to them.  There were times when I almost assumed that I have, but come to think of it, I always seem to steer far from reaching the threshold.  But I cannot say the same for my wife, Agnes.  This story is about my wife and how she became addicted towards watching porn. Agnes wasn’t always like this before, at least not for the first six years of us being married.  Contrary to what you might think, we had ourselves a terrific sex life.  She knew how to give it to me and knew I was capable of rocking her in bed whenever she needed me to.  But in the back of my head, I always perceived I wasn’t hitting her the way I ought to.  You know, like those black studs, there were times when I wish I’d fuck my wife hard enough to make her scream and beg for more.  Somehow I always missed the mark. During our early years of marriage, I did manage to stay away from consuming too much porn.  It wasn’t until after Ag

  Seven years ago to this very day was when I accepted my stance as a hotwife.  How did it come about?  It began when Darryl, my husband, bought me a 10-inch black dildo as a surprise birthday gift.  I immediately fell in love with it and have not looked back since. Over the years, I have accumulated other effective dildos and an array of sex toys as part of my kinky arsenal, but nothing gives me enormous orgasm than my black dildo.  I take it with me almost everywhere: to my workplace, and sometimes when I go shopping.  I’m such a super-horny bitch—a Queen of Spades whore, if you will—and when there aren’t any lurking black men around to comfort me with their dicks, my dildo is always ready to get me high.  Sure, Darryl sometimes does his best with his tongue, but even he knows to utilise my dildo to make me climax the best way possible. It was through my black dildo that Darryl was able to persuade me to start dating black men.  I doubt he could have found any favourable means of dri