SHANGOReturns!

A 'Black-Owned' hubby knows where his place is, whether at home or elsewhere at work. He knows and understands perfectly well that someone has taken over the position he once thought he occupied, thus freeing from whatever requirements that prior to them he felt burdened about. The wife too takes her place beside her Master as his toy and personal sex slut, no longer to dispel herself to the whim of the hubby. --------------------- BLACK MASTER SHANGO’s vehicle was still parked in his driveway when he arrived there.  He came down from his car with his briefcase in hand and went and tried the door handle, but it didn’t open for him.  He pressed the doorbell and waited, tapping his feet on the ground till almost a minute later he heard lock turn.  To his surprise, it wasn’t Shango or his wife that opened the door, but another black man, standing there smiling at him, sipping a can of beer in his hand.  It took Tim seconds to remember him as the office...

Master SHANGO's letter to a Hubby: I’ve been spending plenty of time chatting with your woman, cuck boi.  I’ve got good news and bad news for your ears.  The good news is simple: your wife wants to cuck you so she can become a Black Cock-slut.  The bad news is she’s going to go ahead with doing it, with you or without you. With you, or without you. Doesn’t it remind you of that classic U2 song?  And just like that song, doesn’t these same words bring some measure of anxiety and excitement pumping into your heart?  It should, indeed, even though I know a part of you isn’t all too happy about it. The fact is that you’ve awaken a sleeping giant in your wife.  All this time you’ve been searching for an avenue to get her to agree with you on your lusty desires.  Remember all those days you talked about how hard it was for you to even bring up the subject?  So many times you tried yet she’d end up saying no? You remem...

“How desperate are you, really? ” Do not be alarmed by the question.  I just have to know how desperate you are toward wanting to get into this lifestyle.  How many times do you look at your wife and imagine seeing someone – a Black man (maybe even me) caressing her body, about to make love to her while you sit there clutching your beer in one hand and grabbing your crotch in your other?  Do you imagine seeing the look of lust that lights up in her eyes as she moves her body alongside mine . . . Tell me, doesn’t that get you hard whenever you sit back and reflect on it?  Doesn’t it make that pathetic pecker of yours hard with anticipation?  So it is, so don’t dare lie to yourself about it.  The bane of what hurts a lot of husbands out there is how much they’re so quick to wake up from such wet dream and think that it’s merely a fluke.  This is no fluke here, and if you’re reading this, then you ought to know that you’re not dreaming eith...