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  A husband's confession . . .  I returned home from work and found my wife’s thong panties lying on the floor.  It meant only one thing: her lover had dropped by, and they were currently fucking.  I picked up her panties and stuffed it into my pocket, then shut the door behind me and advanced into my home.   Her lover’s clothes were strewn across the furniture.  Larry is his name.  She had met him at a bar.  Their meeting had been a coincidental one: she had been there to meet a friend who somehow stood her up; likewise, he was there waiting on a date that never showed up.  According to Kristin, my wife, they had locked eyes on each other from across the room, and then Larry manoeuvred through the small crowd towards her and that was that.  Kristin’s one rule regarding her choice in lovers was that she never fucked a would-be lover on a first date.  But Larry had beguilingly charmed the panties off her, and she inevitably broke her...

  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 ...

Learn to embrace what you are and don’t ever be afraid to say it. Such is one of the demanding quality of being a slutwife. It isn’t merely the fact that you are now licensed by your husband (and even your Black Master) to enjoy being serviced by black cock, but that your entire being now much be geared towards worshipping and serving your Black gods however they demand of you. As a Black-Owned slut, you are expected to wear your whore-wife status with pride and joy. Let your husband be well aware that henceforth you are a newly liberated housewife. No longer will you be taking your commands from him but from your Black Master instead. You are expected to open forth your home to introducing your Black Master into it; the same goes to your husband as well. As a Black-Owned couple, worshipping your Master must be utmost on both your minds and heart. You must love, honour, and cherish your Black god in the best way possible, like he was your first love. Yes, it will be ...