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

White Wife Provides Reparations for a Black Coworker and His Friends

... are a lot of married white women who love fucking big-cocked black men, with the submissive husbands’ eager approval and involvement. Did you tell him about last night, and if so, how did he take it.” I knew that I couldn’t tell him the whole truth about Billy’s reaction and I replied, “Yes, Calvin, I told him everything that happened last night. He took it a lot better than I thought he would, and was even rubbing his dick when I mentioned Otis’ comments. He’s pretty timid and not very forceful with me in family matters, and even though he said it was my decision, I’m sure that he doesn’t want me having sex with other men. He’s also concerned since we’ve been trying to get me pregnant again, and I’m not on any birth control right now.” Calvin might have realized that there was at least the potential to fuck me, primarily based on whether or not he could convince me to do it. I knew that he was excited about me being unprotected when he said, “I had no idea that you two were trying to have another baby. I love to fuck white women bareback, and never wear fucking condoms since they ruin the feeling for me. It’s much more enjoyable when there’s a possibility that they are fertile. Some white women even get off on taking the risk of getting pregnant. And about that other thing, anytime you want to get a good look at my cock, just say the word. You need to experience what a big, thick and meaty cock looks like, especially since you said that Billy’s dick is small.” I laughed ...

... to lighten the moment and said, “Your attraction to me is flattering, Calvin, and I appreciate the offer to see your cock. Maybe I can get a peek at it in the storage room at work sometime.” We continued talking about what was obviously an exciting new dynamic in our relationship, and soon arrived at the parking lot near the Underground. The other men were already there and we headed to the rally. We were marching for almost two hours when the rally took an ugly turn. Some of the marchers were starting to break windows and throw rocks at the police. That’s when Calvin said, “We better get the fuck out of here. None of us wants to be injured or go to jail. It’s still early though, so let’s get a few drinks at a neighborhood bar that I know of in Grove Park.” I know enough about the city to be aware that Grove Park in Northwest Atlanta has a predominately black population, and reasoned that it must be a black bar. I wasn’t worried though, since I was with three strong black men. We arrived at the bar, and the parking lot was only about half-full, since it was a work night and also because of the protest march. We went in and took a big booth in a dark corner at the back of the lounge area. The other men there were looking me over knowingly, as if they thought I was some kind of whore, being a buxom, young white woman with three black men. That was to be my first opportunity to drink alcohol in fifteen months, since I abstained while I was pregnant, and then while nursing my ...