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She's so beautiful, sitting there on the bed naked, her legs tucked up under
her, resting on one arm. My God I love her,… my wife, the love of my life. In
fact I love her more than ever now,… no matter how perverted and messed up
things are,… and no matter what happens.

She took special care with her hair today, long and shimmery, it has these big
looping curls it took her hours in rollers to get just right. The rhinestone
barrette and matching earrings he had me buy her make her look so elegantly
attractive and she made herself up to perfection. She had to. She said he told
her to.

He grinned down into her pretty blue eyes expertly picking up the reservations
she tried so hard to disguise. But it didn't anger him,… it excited him. He'd
been fucking my delicious wife for over a month now and he'd never failed to
turn her into a slobbery gasping orgasmic mess ready to do anything for her
black bull. He loved the way she kept trying to hold herself back for her
husband, to keep her love for him alive, because it gave him a special way to
ruin her again every time he fucked her.

Her flushed cheek was so alive and beautiful, even with his long black fingers
stroking it lovingly. She tried not to wince as his other hand pawed at her pert
little bare breast, squeezing and pulling at it, making a lewd display of what
should have been only lovely. When he slipped his thumb into her mouth, she
dutifully let her lips part for it, licking it softly with a knowing smile, then
suckling on it gently.

She couldn't help shifting her gaze from his face to his long hard black
erection that bounced out in front of his body looking truly remarkable and
threatening. He loved the mixture of fear and lust that showed on her pretty
face as she examined it.

As he toyed with her, he watched me out of the corner of his eye, I guess to
make sure I was still standing in the corner where he'd put me with my pants
down around my ankles, my right thumb up my ass and my left hand poised to
stroke furiously when he gave me permission. My dick was already so hard it hurt
with precum drops oozing from the head.

"There's nothing like a nice soft curvy white woman, is there," he teased me as
he helped my wife up onto her hands and knees, pushing her head down so those
soft brown curls piled up on the bedspread.

"No sir, there isn't," I reply softly as I watch his hand slip over the curve of
my wife's ass, stroking her ample thighs, then up between her cheeks, stroking
her slit, pushing a finger into her wet hole as his thumb teases her anus. Her
soft little whimpers prove to all three of us how turned on she is getting at
being used like this.

The bedroom is soon filled with the acrid odor of my wife's super turned on
pussy and her tight white behind begins little movements against the invading
fingers and is soon dancing against the Black hand.

"Baby girl want's some black dick, doesn't she," he teases. My wife lifts her
head slightly and pants out an `uh huh.' He's stroking the big head against her
slit as he tells her how warm and nice it is. She arches her back as she feels
the helmet pressing against her hole.

Then she exhales with a gasp, raising her head as she feels his long hard Black
dick push slowly, steadily, all the way into her. She stills herself, panting,
as he seats himself in her fully.

"Good girl," he praises her, reaching under her to stroke a breast, "Now tell
hubby he can jack off."

She pushes her hair back out of her face and looks over at me, trying her best
to stay in love with me despite how ridiculous I look standing there waiting for
this black man to let me do what I ought to have a right to. But the passion is
already building in her to a fever pitch from the big black dick now throbbing
in her body, and the powerful black arms and hands controlling her take over

"You can do it," she says softly, the expression in her eyes a mix of
disinterest and disgust as she turns her face away from me and pushes her hips
back into her black stud lover. I cum in less than a minute, but watch with
fascinated humiliation as he fucks her through several orgasms over the next

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Today, she sat in church in the flower print summer dress I had her buy yesterday, arms folded under her breasts, legs crossed, barely concealing a scowl. She didn't like that I made her wear this to church where people would see her. She told me she'd wear it for a Black man some time, but that this made her feel self conscious to wear it to church.

So we're walking out after the service. She's holding the short skirt, a good 10 inches above her knees tightly because the breeze is rippling the thin material and would make it fly up if she let go. Her discomfort amuses me because I know how quickly it evaporates in the presence of her Black Daddy.

Two young Black men lounging in the parking lot of a Hooters across the street noticed her in her high heels, long hair swaying in the breeze and struggling to keep her skirt in place and couldn't resist several choice catcalls. Her pretty face flushed crimson with embarrassment. I loved it. I told her to leg to of her skirt, but she just shook her head firmly.

When we got in the car, they were still watching us. I told her to get out and go over and talk to them. She pleaded with me that she didn't want to,... she didn't know them or anything about them, but quickly added that we could call her Black Daddy and ask him to come over and do her. I told her to get out and go talk to them again, and she said no.

So we drove home. The whole way she made excuse after excuse,... she didn't know what to say,... there was no place for them to go,... I wouldn't be there to protect her,... her Black Daddy would be mad. On and on,.... When we got home and went in the house, it was a chilly afternoon.

That evening she asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner. I told her, "You know what I want. You knew and you said no." Now she was all repentant and begging forgiveness. I told her to put on the dress and heels and drive over to Hooters. She said they probably wouldn't be there anymore. I reminded her I hadn't asked about that.

She went to the bedroom and came out in the dress and the heels she'd worn to church. She was brushing her hair out and paused to reapply lip gloss. She turned and gave me a forced grin. I walked her out to the car.

I told her if she finds them there, talk to them. If they hit on her, give it up. She looked down shyly but said she would. I told her if they aren't there and any other Black man there hits on her, to give it up. She nodded.

She drove off.