SHANGOReturns!

Here's a letter I wrote to a cuckold husband a couple of months back . . . 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 abo

  A hotwife desires for her son to be included in the school's football team. What better way to secure this than for her to bribe the school coach with the best currency available . . . *      *      * The motel was located on an exit lane off the main highway leading towards the airport. A shabby looking structure that looked like it was so close to being labelled as dilapidated. “You not going to tell me who it is we’re meeting here?” April asked as they got to the top floor and took a left turn along the corridor. “All in good time,” said Jenny. “For God’s sake, I need to know,” she whined. Jenny took off her sunglasses as they came and stopped in front of a door. April looked at the door and imagined something dreadful about to jump out and surprise them. “This is it,” Jenny pocketed her glasses then knocked on the door. The door opened a crack and at first neither could make out the figure of the man standing due to the darkness of the room. It was not until the light came on

Would you object to being there to watch your wife getting fucked? It isn’t a no-brainer type of question, and I know it’s one that many would find most comfortable to arrive at an answer.  But what is seldom asked is the self-awareness that comes with answering such question: do most husbands/boyfriends understand the reason(s) regarding why they would say yes to such activity? There is an abject attraction that comes with voyeurism, especially when it involves a husband spying on his wife having sex (or if you want to be candid: getting fucked) by another man.  Even more so when it happens to be a black man, as that usually evokes an immediate range of emotions from the readers of this article, and in the minds of husbands who willingly indulge in such activity.   There is the rush that comes for such husbands knowing their wives are at home with another man, or even better, that somehow she has succumbed to another man’s seductive temptations.  She might be sneaky about it, and for

  What's a husband to do when he returns home from work and finds a superior man in bed with his wife?  Does he cry for help, or does he sit there and take it? *           *           *           * The sky rumbled with the approach of rain as I drove towards my home in Convent Gardens. It was an hour past midday and you’d think there won’t be much traffic along the way, but wrong. The highway was blocked on account of a freak accident. It was all on the news when I tuned in my radio. The accident just seemed to add to my frustration. I turned the knob to a Classic Rock station and listened to Christine McVie of  Fleetwood Mac  croon to me about how I made loving fun. Yeah right, like that was supposed to make me feel happy. The rain began to splatter by the time I got home which was a few minutes past three. Sheryl’s car was in the driveway when I arrived so I had no choice but to park by the curb. “Sheryl, I’m home,” I called out as I shut the door behind me. I dropped my car keys

Hi there, Shango. I hope you like the photo of me bending over the pool table.  It was taken by my husband two years ago.  He’s got such a filthy mind, which means we both think alike.  I want to tell you what happened that night this photo was taken. It was on a particular dirty weekend.  I kept giving this lusty view of my butt to the guy I was playing pool with.  Hubby and I had already planned to take him back to our villa for some fun but hadn't asked him yet, though I'm sure he knew our intentions by that point. On my next shot, I got a bit of a surprise though when I felt the fat end of his pool queue slide into my wet pussy.  I didn’t realize at the time that he was standing right behind me.  At that point, not caring that there were about 10 other people in the bar, I stopped lining up my shot, rested my head and chest on the table, and spread my legs a bit more.  My opponent eased more of his pool cue into me and began slowly fucking me with it as I let out a low moan

  Learn to embrace what you are and don’t be afraid to admit it. Such is one of the demanding quality of being a slut-wife. It isn’t that you are licensed by your husband (and in other cases, your Black Master) to enjoy being serviced by one or multiple black cock, but that you are henceforth geared towards worshipping and serving your Black gods however they demand of you.   As a Black-Owned slut, you should uphold and wear your whore-wife status with pride. Let your husband be complacently aware of you as a liberated housewife. Although your love entitles him to you and vice versa, your sexual devotion is given instead to your Black Master instead.   You and your husband are expected to open your home to your Black Master.  As a Black-Owned couple, worshipping him will remain utmost in your mind and heart. Learn to love, honour, and cherish your Black god in the best way possible as if he is your first love.  Many hot-wives are inevitably expected to end up loving their Master more t