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White Wife Provides Reparations for a Black Coworker and His Friends

Race relations in the United States were expected by many to improve after the first black president was elected and then reelected by wide margins. However, recent events involving conflicts between primarily black minorities and various police jurisdictions have caused numerous protests, some of which have turned violent. It is in the backdrop of those demonstrations that I first cuckolded my husband with some of the black protesters, many with prejudices against white people. My name is Tammy, and my husband Billy and I live in a modest home in urban Atlanta. We have a six month old daughter who I am still nursing, and I am off of birth control and have been trying to get pregnant again. I was twenty-three years old at the time of this story. I have an associate’s degree, and work as an inventory control specialist for the finance department of a large plumbing supply warehouse. Billy was twenty-five and has a bachelor’s degree in finance and works as a loan officer for a regional bank. Billy was raised in a middle-class family in the Atlanta suburbs and was taught not to be prejudiced against others. I was raised in the country around a lot of good ol’ boy rednecks who were vocal in their resentment of black people. My mother tried to teach me to be accepting of all people, while my father was a racist and always seemed to be out with his drinking buddies. He didn’t have much time for me. I ended up being pretty much on the fence regarding my feelings towards black ...

... people. This story begins when I was twenty years old and had just graduated from junior college, and got my job at the plumbing warehouse. It is a cross-functional job, and although I report to the finance department, I am also expected to be a team player with dotted-line reporting to the warehouse foreman who I relied on to help me with my job. There are six men in the warehouse, four black and two white, one of whom is the black foreman named Calvin. He was in his mid-forties when I started there, and he immediately took me under his wing to give me a good start in my job, actually providing more mentorship than my direct boss. At least part of Calvin’s helpfulness was likely due to my appearance. I don’t mean to brag, but boys and men have been attracted to me since I matured physically in my junior year of high school. I have a kind of elfish appearance with large blue eyes and should-length, dirty-blonde hair. I’m also five feet and four inches tall and weighed one hundred and ten pounds at the time. I think he especially likes my big, firm and protruding bubble-butt, which seems to turn a lot of black men on. And of course, my breasts being 34Ds on my petite frame made me stand out no matter what I wore. Calvin was very generous with his time and guidance for me, and over the first year we developed a very strong bond. As strange as this might sound, he was protective of me and a father figure, despite his obvious attraction to my body. We were able to talk openly and ...