White Wife Provides Reparations for a Black Coworker and His Friends - Sex Stories

White Wife Provides Reparations for a Black Coworker and His Friends

... and slimed her hole for her.” Calvin heard them say those things too, and he just glanced over at me, smiled, and raised his eyebrows. I wasn’t too sure whether his reaction was acknowledging that he warned me about those men, or if he was giving me a sign that he was pleased that they thought he might have already fucked me. I got the feeling that his friends wanted me to hear them. I have to admit that being objectified in such a crude, sexual way by them was arousing to me in a way that I didn’t fully understand at the time. Maybe it was their boldness and the sense of strength and masculinity that I got from them, giving me the impression that they wanted to dominate me sexually. My husband is very placid by comparison to those men, and much less likely to take charge sexually that way. My pussy got very wet at the suggestion from Otis that I might already be fucking Calvin, and I was actually visualizing it. I could hardly believe that I was getting turned on by their comments, and beginning to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by him. We had been marching for over two hours, and I had been getting derogatory comments from other men on the street. I never really felt threatened, although I did wince at times, and just wrote it off to those men showing off for their friends. They called me other slang names too. Some examples are; chocolate dipper, marshmallow, flour bag, coal burner, night-rider and snicker licker. Calvin and friends never tried to intervene, ...

... maybe due to their fear of starting trouble, or even likely because they enjoyed watching me squirm. At about 8:30 pm, Chester said that he needed to get home, so we went back to the car and van and left the area. Calvin was uncharacteristically quiet on the ride back to my car. He kept glancing over at me, and I had the feeling that he wanted to say something and kept changing his mind. I did get him to talk by asking him to explain what some of those slang terms meant. As I expected, they were all variations on the theme of white women who dated, sucked, and fucked black men. Then we talked a little about work as we arrived at the warehouse. Billy was surprised when I got home so early, at only a little after 9:00 pm. We sat at the kitchen table and talked as I pumped milk from my painfully-swollen breasts, to store for the baby. He wanted to know how it went, and I told him everything, including all of the things that I overheard Calvin’s friends say, as well as what the other marchers shouted at me. He was surprised by the crudeness of their comments and said, “Damn, honey, did it upset you when you heard those things? Tell me how it made you feel? I’m guessing that you won’t be going back again!?” I paused for a few moments so I could choose my words carefully, and I had no intention of lying to him. I watched Billy to carefully gauge his reaction when I said, “Calvin warned me to expect some vulgar comments, so the things that the strangers said didn’t really bother me ...