SHANGOReturns!

  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 ...

In a hotel room, right now, a white woman is getting well fucked by a black man.  In a suburban home, right now, a married wife (maybe even two) is/are getting fucked by a Black Master while the husband(s) sit at a corner watching. Wouldn't you wish such was happening in your home right now? When you go online and you watch erotic videos of motives submitting themselves willingly to Black men, when you watch cuckold short films and you read erotic stories of white husbands being fucked by their wives and girlfriends . . . Don't you just wish that was being done to you? You might think it inconsequential that you're harbouring such racy thoughts and ask yourself why you're having them.  How is it possible that whenever you look at your wife, you're also seeing her differently?  How bad you would love to return home to find a stranger with her in bed.  Hopefully a black man fucking her rough and hard, in ways you never can. Such is the dream that populat...

Enjoy this excerpt from 'The Suburban Wives Club' *     *     *     *     *  Monica eyes inched open to the wonderful sight of morning sunshine shimmering through the window curtains.  Her head was resting on her right arm, she noticed.  She retrieved her left arm from where it lay and turned over on her back to encounter someone asleep beside her.  Her lips curled into a smile as she rested on her left arm to curdle alongside her lover. Simon lay on his backside with his eyes shut.  Susurrus-type breathing escaped his nostrils.  He had spent the night with her whereas Daniel enjoyed himself in the spare bedroom across from their daughter’s.  He had left them to be with each other, promising to take drive daughters to school in the morning.  Monica pushed the bed covers off to see more of his naked self.  She rested her face against his chest and lightly kissed his torso. “You awa...