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@cuckstersissy
When He came into your office, you knew He knew about your secret. When He unzipped his pants and let His mighty cock hang there, He knew you had no way out. Blushing scarlet, and feeling your stomach rising into your throat at the humiliation of it, you lowered yourself quietly to your knees, in front of Him, and took Him into your mouth ….
Dinner Tonight
Damon and I are going out to dinner tonight. He was going to come by the house to pick me up, but I decided to do it a little different. Instead, I’m going to have my hubby chauffeur us.
He and I will leave the house together; I’ll be seated in the back of my hubby’s SUV. I will then instruct Scott to pick up Damon, and thereafter drive us to dinner… and wait in the car for us until we’re done. Then he will drive Damon and I back to Damon’s place and leave us there. Damon will then get me home later tonight. Or… maybe he’ll just fuck me right there in the back seat for my husband to witness…
What's the latest with Kimberly?
She’s doing well. Going to school. Involved in several academic projects. Has a birthday coming up.
She’s never let on that she hooks up with Ty. And doesn’t know that I know about it.
I’ve had a few talks with her about my situation. She knows that I occasionally see other men, and that Damon is one of them.
During one conversation we had while in the hot tub, she asked, “So Damon is like your boyfriend?”
I explained, “He’s not really a boyfriend. We don’t have an emotional or a romantic relationship. It’s just a sexual thing.”
“How often do you see him?”
“It depends. Once or twice a week, maybe. Usually he comes over. Sometimes I go see him.”
I then explained to her the difference between a boyfriend and a Bull.
“And daddy is really okay with that?”
“Yes. He knows everything. He realizes that it’s unrealistic, and unfair to expect that one man could ever provide and give a woman everything she needs.”
“But isn’t it cheating?”
“It’s not cheating if he knows about it, and is okay with it.”
“Doesn’t he get jealous?”
“Sometimes. But he deals with it. We love each other, and are committed to each other, and that’s what really matters.”
Can you say black boyfriend?
Email to my hubby
I lied to you about something, that I need to confess.
I wasn’t with Damon last night, like I had said. That’s not who you tasted on me late last night when you went down on me after I got home.
I was with someone else… a man you know from your professional life.
Last night wasn’t our first time together. I had hooked up with him a few times about two years ago, when you were in North Carolina, but then he broke it off. He said he felt awkward because he works with you, and also because he was married at the time. He felt guilty about cheating on his wife.
I ran into him a few months ago at one of your company functions, the one at the marina. I don’t even think you noticed how he was flirting with me because you were so preoccupied with showing people your boat.
He told me he was divorced now, and that he missed being with me. He asked if I still cuckold you, and we kinda laughed about that. I told him, “Yes, but only with black men.”
So… after that day, we started talking again. Mostly we would text each other. Sometimes we talked on the phone.
He knows all about the legal things going on at your office, and told me some things that you haven’t shared with me, or that perhaps you don’t know yourself.
One time he was texting me from a meeting that you both were at. He said you were giving a presentation about some deal your company was involved in. I made a joke, and asked if he could tell that your little dick was locked up. He said, “Now that you mention it, he does look a bit uncomfortable.”
One night while I was sitting out on the balcony, he and I were texting. He asked me where you were; I told him you were working late. He said he wanted to see my pussy again, and asked me to send him a pic. I resisted, but then eventually sent him one. Then he wanted to see my tits. It was right about that time that you called me, and we talked for a while on the phone, although I don’t remember what about. After you hung up, we got back to texting, and he sent me a pic of his big dick… it was fully erect… and asked me if I wanted it again. I teased him that it was smaller than I was used to… but that if he had $1,500, I might make an exception. I just meant it as a joke, but he immediately accepted, and wanted to meet.
I agreed to meet with him a few nights later for a drink, and then followed him back to his house. I had teased him at the bar that my pussy was free for black men, but that white boys had to pay for it. And he did. He gave me fifteen crisp-new hundred dollar bills. He must have gone to the bank that day because I noticed they were all sequentially numbered.
He was as good in bed as I had remembered, and I spent the night with him. It happened that week in July when you were went to Virginia.
Anyway… he’s been fucking your wife ever since.
I’ve been with him maybe a dozen times since then, always at his house… but I only made him pay for it that first time. He knows that you don’t know he’s been fucking me, and he kind of gets off on that.
I’ve been feeling guilty about this, and felt that I needed to to share this with you.
When you tell your wife to send you a shot of her ass, and there are two black guys in it….
Did your husband find out who it was with you?
I’m not 100% sure, but I don’t think so. I don’t think he heard much of my conversation with James. The music was on, and from where he was in the closet, it’s not that close to the bed.
I didn’t get up to let him out until after James left. And he wasn’t acting in a way that would indicate he realized James had been there. He would not have been happy about that.
When I laid back on the bed, and spread my legs, he immediately went right to his usual task, without any hesitation.
After giving me an orgasm, he then turned over, and put his ass up in the air, so I could fuck him, without my having to remind him. He’s so used to it now, he just does it automatically.
Email to PussyBoy
Seeing as how you seem to be so concerned about people thinking that you’re gay because you suck cock for me… which is just silly!… maybe it’s time to put you back in the closet.
One of my Bulls will be stopping by tonight. I’m not going to let you watch, but I will let you listen from your place in the closet. Then after he’s done I’m gonna need you to clean up the mess between my legs. Who knows… maybe you’ll recognize the taste of his cum and figure out who he is.
Daddy sent me a cutie toothless dress!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
This is beyond sexy… My diaper is wet now! ☺️☺️
Nippy outside today 👀
Omg... My wife is so hot!
Kimberly Walked in on Us
My husband and I were in the media room, watching a movie… well, I was watching a movie… Scott was down in front of me, sitting on the floor, with my right foot resting on his leg, painting my toe nails. Earlier he had washed and massaged my feet; the small foot bath basin he uses for that was on the floor next to him, the gray water still warm and sudsy.
We were both in our robes. Underneath mine… nothing. Underneath his… his chastity device, and nothing else.
When Kimberly walked in on us.
When she saw what Scott was doing, she stopped in the doorway, embarrassed, and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Then turned around to leave.
I called out to her, “That’s alright, sweetie, we’re just watching a movie. Come in. What’s up?”
Kimberly hesitated, not wanting to interrupt us.
“Come in. It’s okay.”
Kimberly took a seat on one of the side chairs. She wanted to talk about something going on at school that’s been bothering her… that she wanted advice on… my advice. And we talked.
Scott didn’t skip a beat; he kept doing what he was doing as Kimberly and I talked. He didn’t say much; mostly he listened.
I loved the way she looked at him. I could tell she was both surprised and intrigued… and hopefully proud of her father.
After he had finished both feet… he was nearly done when she first walked in… I stretched out both my legs and held out my feet for him. He took them both in his hands and blew on my toe nails to dry the polish.
Then I leaned down to kiss him, and said, “Sweetie… why don’t you go upstairs and take a shower and get ready for bed. I’ll be up in a bit after Kimberly and I finish our conversation.”
Scott didn’t say “okay”, or “alright”… or any such thing. He looked up at me and said “Yes, ma’am.”
He knows that’s the proper response, what he’s been trained to say, and the answer I expect. And he said it, without hesitation, with his daughter right there to hear it.
I LOVE THIS MAN!!!
My princess parts feel tingly! I want to roll in bed and hump pillows all day. ☁️👑⭐️🍼🍓