SHANGOReturns!

  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...

  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...

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 t...

  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 w...

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 s...

  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 ...