A Toronto Husband's Confession
A wife's first time going Black and not turning back since then.
My name is Todd, and I live in Toronto, Canada. I want to tell you about my wife and of the black man that’s been fucking her for the past 8 months.
My wife’s name is Candice, and she works as a nurse in an old-folks home. Several months ago, Candice made friends with a black woman named Lexus who often regaled her with stories about the men she meets and how big they are in bed. Candice and her shared photos, and Candice even showed me the photos of the men. They were black men, and all had huger cocks.
The nursing home hired a young black man a year ago named James. Candice told me that they other nurses had been chatting him up; somehow, James had begun taking a liking towards her.
James had been flirting with Candice seriously. He had asked her out for drinks after work, but she told me that she always declined his advance, saying that she needed to get home.
A month went by before she agreed, but only if her friend Lexus comes along. James agreed, and together the three of them went out for drinks. Candice later exchanged phone numbers with James before saying goodnight to him. Lexus kept telling her that James seems to fancy her. Candice told me about their evening when she returned home and later told me about James. She even texted him that night to say that she’d had a wonderful time. She was randy and wet that night, and talked about James fucking her while we had sex.
A week later, she takes up James offer to have drinks again, except Lexus doesn’t join them this time. Candice later confessed to me that she got tipsy and allowed James to take her to his place. They took a cab, and James had his hand on her leg the entire time, caressing her thighs. They arrived at his building and went up to his apartment. She had time to call me to let me know what they were about to do. I told her to leave the phone on speaker. I lay in bed jerking off while listening to James fuck my wife, Candice. I never knew she would scream so loud.
They fucked for hours, then Candice called me to come and get her. She gave me James’ address, and I drove over and picked her up. Her hair and make-up were messy; she looked like she had survived a hailstorm. I shook hands with James, and he told me to bring her over in the weekend. Saturday arrived, and I dropped Candice off and returned home. I didn’t go to pick her until the following morning. Now the fuck regularly every weekend, and I’m so proud to have even watched them.
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