It's a warm summer morning, my wife Christine just sits down with her coffee,
but then there's a knock on our back kitchen door. I hear the young voice say,
"Lemme in, Gotta bust this nut", as she goes to the door.
Christine looks at me and says, "This won't take long... ",
she then turns to the teen and says, "You're supposed to call first",
as she lets him in. As she's about to go upstairs, she stops and whisper to
me, "It'll be just a blow job, I'll be quick".
The youth says nothing to me as I say "Good morning".
As I hear the bedroom door close, I sit at the kitchen table and
try to read the paper.
After about 15 minutes or so, I go upstairs and quietly open
our bedroom door. Besides the overpowering scent of weed, I see
the teen holding my wife's head down by the neck as he plows
her doggy-style on our bed.
When he notices me, he turns and shouts, "Git the fuck out this room,
I'm gonna breed this bitch and don't need some old white mutha fukka
lookin' at me while I do it!".
Of course I was taken aback, but quickly closed the door. This was about
3 years ago when the BLM marches were taking place, so I waited patiently
giving the teen as much time as he needed. After, about 20 minutes,
he came out, down the stairs.
Before walking out the door, the youth irreverently said, "I tagged that bitch
but good, word-up". I really didn't know what that meant. But I quickly
went upstairs to check on Christine. Just laying back on the bed, her robe still
on but hiked-up, her pussy was full of black cum.
As I took my place between her thighs, I lapped up the still warm slime.
"Don't be mad, Hun. You know those young guys need to drain their balls".
she said. With my face & mouth now covered with his cum, I nodded in agreement.
At that moment, I felt that we were just an older white couple doing what we
could in a small way to make amends. Much of the rest of that summer we
tried to make up for our white privilege. At least in our community of Evanston, IL,
we weren't the only ones and it did seem it was no longer taboo.
