Monday, March 30, 2015

Russian Wife (Picture Version)



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Russian Wife (Text Version)

For the past year you had been in Russia working as a translator.
During your stay in Russia something good happened to you, you met your wife.
You fell in love with her the moment you saw her, and twelve months later the two of you were married.
When you got back to the states your newly wedded wife started taking courses improve her english.
As she spoke in a very broken english, with a heavy Russian accent.
After being back in the states for a couple of weeks you got a call that scared you.
It was Mr. Tyrone, a black man you owed a lot of money, he was also the real reason why you had been in Russia.
You had been translating for some of his crew, as they made some deals with the mafia there.
"Is some wrong?" Your wife asked in her Russian accent as you hung up the phone.
"You remember a Mr. Tyrone, I told you about him once I think?" You said.
"Yes... he powerful black man... your boss?" She said.
"He's coming over now..." You said feeling worried.
"Oh... I make food?" Your wife asked.
You felt scared of the fact that Mr. Tyrone was coming over that you barely heard what you wife asked.
Mr. Tyrone was not someone to take lightly, not someone you disrespect in any way.
Then when you saw your beautiful wife looking at you lovingly, a horrible thought hit you, but one that might show Mr. Tyrone some respect.
"Honey... you remember that card you gave me on my birthday?" You said.
"Of course... with card, you do anything you want to me." She said smiling.
"Ehm... I want to use it now..." You said nervously.
"Oh... Okay..." Your wife said looking at you.
"Ehm... I want you... to be... completely naked when Mr. Tyrone gets here." You told her feeling so jealous even saying it.
"You... want me... no clothes on... front of, black man?" She asked looking a bit confused.
"Yes... I... I want you to greet him... with no clothes on." You told which made you feel so anxious as you really loved your wife.
"Honey... black man... very strong... he want to..." Your wife looked at you as you slowly lowered your head and nodded, knowing what she meant.
"You want me... sleep with black man?" She asked in her Russian accent.
"Yes..." Your reluctantly said.
"You know... black man... very big... down there." Your wife said as you nodded knowing what she meant.
"I don't want... you jealous... because he... much bigger... than you." She told something you also knew to be true.
"I know... it's okay." You told her feeling worried.
"Okay, you are my man... I will do what you say." She told you looking at you.
As your wife began taking her clothes off, you couldn't help but to admire her sexy body.
The first time you saw her breasts, you couldn't believe how soft and amazing they were.
And no here your wife was, standing completely naked in the living room.
"And honey... when Mr. Tyrone arrives, only talk to him. He is the man of the house, not me." You told her jealously.
"I not talk to you?" She asked you.
"No... not if Mr. Tyrone doesn't want you to. And you should be very respectful to him." You told her.
"Okay... black man very powerful, I treat him... very good." She said in her broken english.
And as you heard your wife agree, you felt so weak.

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Friday, March 20, 2015

Blackowned Wife, Respectful & Cuckolded Husband (Picture Version)



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Blackowned Wife, Respectful & Cuckolded Husband (Text Version)

You were dropping off your wife at Jerome's.
He was having his weekly pool party, which your wife had been invited to for the last couple of months.
You yourself had never been invited, but then no white boys were invited to the party.
Some may have asked if they could join their wife, but you knew better than to ever ask something like that of a black man.
Your wife looked so beautiful in her string bikini, though she would probably not have it on for very long.
You knew exactly what was going to happen in there, what your wife would be doing with all those black men.
For most white guys this would be something unimaginable, but for you the drive over to Jerome's was something you looked forward to every week.
Your wife looked absolutely radiant each time, and both of you knew that she would have a great time.
Each time before your wife left you in the car you would ask her to invite Jerome back to your house.
But he had never accepted, not that you had expected a powerful black man like Jerome to ever visit your house.
But the thought of actually seeing him take your wife in your own home was something that was always on your mind.
This week as you had pulled up to Jerome's driveway another car drove up behind you.
As you looked behind you, you realized that you recognized the driver.
It was John, one of your co-workers, someone you didn't really like.
He was one of those popular guys, former football player, everything came easy to him, and he always had something funny to say if you did something wrong at work.
The thought of him seeing your wife walk over to the house wearing only a bikini, and then seeing you drive off would be so humiliating, something he would definitely bring up back at work.
But then you saw something else, John's wife was sitting next to him, and she didn't appear to be wearing much of anything.
Then you saw her lean over, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek as she then stepped out of the car.
His wife was wearing something similar to what your wife was wearing, a very skimpy bikini that showed off her slender body.
Just then your wife gave you a small kiss as she too got out and walked over to Jerome's house.
You could tell that John was sitting there looking at his wife, just as you did yours, waiting for her to be greeted by a large black man at the door.
As John then pulled out of the driveway, you couldn't believe that a popular guy like him, was actually a cuck like you, someone who believed in the superiority of the Black male.
Usually you would last the trip home, but as you were pulling out the driveway, you realized that you were so hard.
Thoughts of that big black man in the door greeting your wife with a passionate kiss, cupping her large breasts, was just too much.
You had to unbutton your pants, and stop somewhere to jerk off.
As you pulled into a secluded parking area where you would head if you couldn't make it home, you noticed John's car was parked there.
As you slowly drove passed, you saw him sitting there, his eyes closed, and right then you knew exactly what he was doing, what he was thinking about.
He was thinking about his wife being taken by a strong black man back at Jerome's house, just like your were imagining about your own wife.
It did feel a bit embarrassing knowing that John was parked just a while behind you, but you couldn't wait any longer.
As you pulled down your pants and underwear, you took out a picture of your wife that you had in your wallet.
You had taken the picture of your wife on a trip abroad, she was wearing a white string bikini, looking so sexy.
That picture, your beautiful wife smiling at you, put you right over the top as you came hard, spurting all over the steering wheel.
Even though you felt extra jealous now that you had cum, knowing that you wife was with a bunch of black men, in your heart you knew that you didn't want it any other way.



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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Sexy Woman & Rap Music

Model: Carlye Denise
Music: A$AP Rocky - PMW


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