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[ For Cindy (a real person, not a fictional one) who's neglectful husband has opened up the opportunity for her to find the things he has so long forgotten about. There is a price to be paid for that! In this case, his price is loosing Cindy to another man who most definitely knows the crucial difference that exists between actually seeing and merely looking! The two are by no means the same thing! ]
Cindy watched her husband leaving for work. She'd been gone for over a week to see her mother in Florida, as well as her daughter who was staying with her mom, and it had been the best vacation she had ever known. Her husband and her lived in the same house, but there hadn't been love between them, real love, in a long time, and so even though she'd been gone for a while, he didn't act as if he'd missed her at all during that time. There was the same icy indifference between them, just as it had been before she left. They hadn't argued, or yelled and screamed at each other, or not yet they hadn't; but their estrangement remained very much in effect. Their 'relationship' was like an airplane that had run out of fuel, and was just coasting and gliding along on it's prior inertia---but going down, inevitably to crash. She felt no real sadness at this, either. Their marriage was over. She knew it. The man leaving for work, her husband, he knew it as well. The only thing that remained was to acknowledge it.
As Cindy's husband closed the door behind him, and the door lock clicked shut, there was a momentary feeling of sadness in Cindy, but that rapidly passed as she saw that she had a text waiting for her. She eagerly tapped the screen to see who it was from. It was from Willis, the black man that lived next door to her her mothers house in Florida; the man that Cindy had chosen to go to bed with--- a man her husband, who was an unabashed racist/white supremacist, would have loathed; would have practically gone insane over knowing he had fucked his wife (and that she had loved every inch of his huge, and wonderfully black cock, and had treasured every moment she had been with him)!
Cindy read the text. As she did, her heart was beating faster, excitedly, happily. She was giddy. There was no better word for it than that. She felt like she was a school girl again, and infatuated with a boy she liked, and who was lusted after---something she and her husband had long ceased to feel towards each other. Willis had re-lit that fire, and she missed him. She missed the way he treated her. She missed his BIG black cock, and the way he used it on her. In stark contrast, her husband had never been good in bed. She'd overlooked that; made excuses---he worked hard, he was tired, etc. but the fact had always remained: her husband was simply preoccupied with himself more than with her, or their daughter. In the last four years he had lost his ability to get, or hold on to, an erection; and this had precipitated quite a number of bitter evening yelling matches---he blaming her, and she resenting that. He'd said that wasn't sexy any longer, and that, more than anything else he had ever said, had cut her the deepest. In response she had yelled back at him: "I'M not sexy? Really? There's nothing 'sexy' about your pathetic little, limp dick, either!" That had had the desired and intended effect. The look on his face had confirmed it.
But now there was Willis, and what a very different sort of man he was to her husband. With Willis, he did far more than merely look at her. Willis 'saw' her, he 'perceived' her! There was a world of difference between looking and seeing! She was sick and tired of being looked at by her husband. She wanted, no, she NEEDED to be SEEN! That was crucial difference between a man like her husband, and a man like Willis; and Cindy realized just how deeply she had been craving a man like Willis! The most ironic, and to her, fitting thing about Willis, in stark contrast to her husband, was that Willis was black! Her husband's point of view of blacks was that they were worthless (N-word!), but Cindy had never accepted that; and now, after spending as many nights as she could in Willis' company, and on his bed with him, naked, and having the most incredible sex she had ever known, she was all the more aware of just how vile her husband's racial attitude really was!
Something had changed in her husband over the years of their marriage. At first he wasn't a racist, or, if he had been, it hadn't emerged until later on; but as the years went by he became more and more obsessed by his hate for blacks. It had become, eventually, as such things often to, into a kind of overarching, controlling sickness. It had been his growing racism that had finally strangled the last of the love that had once existed between them. But that love was gone.
She re-read Willis' text. It made her smile as she did. His words were deliberately taunting. He called her his 'slut', his 'whore', and that fanned the flames of sexual lust all the more. She didn't care if she was a slut, or a whore. That fabulous black cock of Willis' had been a revelation to her the first time she's seen it out in the open. Her husbands cock (or rather, 'penis') couldn't begin to compare to Willis'. Not in a million years!
Willis asked her if she missed his 'big (N-word) cock', to which she readily replied: 'I miss it SO MUCH!!' She deliberately used all capital letters to emphasize just how much she did miss that!
She waited for a reply. It came within seconds of hers!
'I want to fuck your ass again!' Was Willis' answer.
That excited Cindy tremendously! She felt her pussy getting wet at the memory of when Willis had fucked her the first time in the ass! She'd been in doubt she could actually take his huge cock in her ass---at first, but Willis had moved from licking her pussy and sucking on her swollen clitoris, to her ass hole; which no man had ever done before, and certainly not her husband! And she had absolutely loved the feel of his broad tongue as it worked it's way in circles! After that, he had her roll over onto her hands and knees, and with her ass hole wet with his saliva, she'd taken his big cock!
It had been a curious feeling of both slight discomfort, but as he slid deeper and deeper into her, there was a pleasure to it that she simply submitted to; and so Willis became the first man to claim her ass for his own---and she'd absolutely loved it!
'I miss your cock!' Cindy had texted back.
'That's because your a whore," he had said, once again deliberately teasing and mocking her, and she loved it. Then he added: ' Your MY whore! MY slut!'
Reading that made Cindy so incredibly horny that she stood up and slid out of her pajamas, sat back down on the couch, and began fingering her dripping wet pussy!
She and Willis texted like that back and forth like that for at least twenty minuets, or even longer, and in that time Cindy had quite a number of orgasms; one after another, after another! Willis had that kind of effect on her. An effect no other man she'd ever known had ever had; and certainly never her husband!
'I can't wait to see you again!' Cindy had texted Willis.
'I know," he replied. As she read that, she could picture him smiling.
Then he added: 'I know a guy up there' (meaning New York city), he wrote. 'I think you'd like him. If you want, I can give you his number? I've told him about you. Hope you don't mind! He's a good guy. He's got a big black cock! I know you'd like that!' She could see him typing that last comment with a smile on his face. I am a whore, Cindy thought, but she didn't care. Not really. After all, now that she'd experienced what a real man, a black man, was like, why would she ever settle for anything less? And though she loved being with Willis, the chance to experience another black man was certainly tempting. Willis didn't seem to mind if she fucked this friend of his---so, why not? She replied that she might like to meet his friend---as long as he didn't mind!
His reply to that was his friends phone number, with a note to the effect that he would let his friend know she'd be contacting him! Now Cindy really did seem like a slut, a whore---and a brazen whore at that; but that merely excited her all the more! Besides, those words 'slut' and 'whore', those were words used by a male dominated society to control the sexual activities and thoughts of women! All words like 'slut' and 'whore' actually denoted was a woman who loved sex! Why was that such a bad thing? It wasn't bad. Not a bad thing at all!
She had no idea what the future of her marriage was going to be. It was likely, actually more than likely, that it was going to end in divorce---but whether it did, or it didn't for some reason, one thing was absolutely certain: she was going to dive in head first to the best fucking she'd ever had---and, it was going to be only, and exclusively with, black men! She was done with white men. She'd had plenty of that frustrating life, thank you very much! As she thought this, her pussy was still dripping wet; and she could still remember what it had felt like to be so completely and totally FILLED to capacity with Willis' massively long, and wonderfully thick, and warm, and pulsing and throbbing black cock; as well what it had felt like as he came inside of her, and how warm that had been. She wanted that experience again, and again, and again! She wanted to make up for the years she'd been married to her self-preoccupied, racist, limp dick, erectile dysfunctioning white husband!
Thanks to Willis that was not just a hope, or fantasy, but a reality!
The End
Cindy watched her husband leaving for work. She'd been gone for over a week to see her mother in Florida, as well as her daughter who was staying with her mom, and it had been the best vacation she had ever known. Her husband and her lived in the same house, but there hadn't been love between them, real love, in a long time, and so even though she'd been gone for a while, he didn't act as if he'd missed her at all during that time. There was the same icy indifference between them, just as it had been before she left. They hadn't argued, or yelled and screamed at each other, or not yet they hadn't; but their estrangement remained very much in effect. Their 'relationship' was like an airplane that had run out of fuel, and was just coasting and gliding along on it's prior inertia---but going down, inevitably to crash. She felt no real sadness at this, either. Their marriage was over. She knew it. The man leaving for work, her husband, he knew it as well. The only thing that remained was to acknowledge it.
As Cindy's husband closed the door behind him, and the door lock clicked shut, there was a momentary feeling of sadness in Cindy, but that rapidly passed as she saw that she had a text waiting for her. She eagerly tapped the screen to see who it was from. It was from Willis, the black man that lived next door to her her mothers house in Florida; the man that Cindy had chosen to go to bed with--- a man her husband, who was an unabashed racist/white supremacist, would have loathed; would have practically gone insane over knowing he had fucked his wife (and that she had loved every inch of his huge, and wonderfully black cock, and had treasured every moment she had been with him)!
Cindy read the text. As she did, her heart was beating faster, excitedly, happily. She was giddy. There was no better word for it than that. She felt like she was a school girl again, and infatuated with a boy she liked, and who was lusted after---something she and her husband had long ceased to feel towards each other. Willis had re-lit that fire, and she missed him. She missed the way he treated her. She missed his BIG black cock, and the way he used it on her. In stark contrast, her husband had never been good in bed. She'd overlooked that; made excuses---he worked hard, he was tired, etc. but the fact had always remained: her husband was simply preoccupied with himself more than with her, or their daughter. In the last four years he had lost his ability to get, or hold on to, an erection; and this had precipitated quite a number of bitter evening yelling matches---he blaming her, and she resenting that. He'd said that wasn't sexy any longer, and that, more than anything else he had ever said, had cut her the deepest. In response she had yelled back at him: "I'M not sexy? Really? There's nothing 'sexy' about your pathetic little, limp dick, either!" That had had the desired and intended effect. The look on his face had confirmed it.
But now there was Willis, and what a very different sort of man he was to her husband. With Willis, he did far more than merely look at her. Willis 'saw' her, he 'perceived' her! There was a world of difference between looking and seeing! She was sick and tired of being looked at by her husband. She wanted, no, she NEEDED to be SEEN! That was crucial difference between a man like her husband, and a man like Willis; and Cindy realized just how deeply she had been craving a man like Willis! The most ironic, and to her, fitting thing about Willis, in stark contrast to her husband, was that Willis was black! Her husband's point of view of blacks was that they were worthless (N-word!), but Cindy had never accepted that; and now, after spending as many nights as she could in Willis' company, and on his bed with him, naked, and having the most incredible sex she had ever known, she was all the more aware of just how vile her husband's racial attitude really was!
Something had changed in her husband over the years of their marriage. At first he wasn't a racist, or, if he had been, it hadn't emerged until later on; but as the years went by he became more and more obsessed by his hate for blacks. It had become, eventually, as such things often to, into a kind of overarching, controlling sickness. It had been his growing racism that had finally strangled the last of the love that had once existed between them. But that love was gone.
She re-read Willis' text. It made her smile as she did. His words were deliberately taunting. He called her his 'slut', his 'whore', and that fanned the flames of sexual lust all the more. She didn't care if she was a slut, or a whore. That fabulous black cock of Willis' had been a revelation to her the first time she's seen it out in the open. Her husbands cock (or rather, 'penis') couldn't begin to compare to Willis'. Not in a million years!
Willis asked her if she missed his 'big (N-word) cock', to which she readily replied: 'I miss it SO MUCH!!' She deliberately used all capital letters to emphasize just how much she did miss that!
She waited for a reply. It came within seconds of hers!
'I want to fuck your ass again!' Was Willis' answer.
That excited Cindy tremendously! She felt her pussy getting wet at the memory of when Willis had fucked her the first time in the ass! She'd been in doubt she could actually take his huge cock in her ass---at first, but Willis had moved from licking her pussy and sucking on her swollen clitoris, to her ass hole; which no man had ever done before, and certainly not her husband! And she had absolutely loved the feel of his broad tongue as it worked it's way in circles! After that, he had her roll over onto her hands and knees, and with her ass hole wet with his saliva, she'd taken his big cock!
It had been a curious feeling of both slight discomfort, but as he slid deeper and deeper into her, there was a pleasure to it that she simply submitted to; and so Willis became the first man to claim her ass for his own---and she'd absolutely loved it!
'I miss your cock!' Cindy had texted back.
'That's because your a whore," he had said, once again deliberately teasing and mocking her, and she loved it. Then he added: ' Your MY whore! MY slut!'
Reading that made Cindy so incredibly horny that she stood up and slid out of her pajamas, sat back down on the couch, and began fingering her dripping wet pussy!
She and Willis texted like that back and forth like that for at least twenty minuets, or even longer, and in that time Cindy had quite a number of orgasms; one after another, after another! Willis had that kind of effect on her. An effect no other man she'd ever known had ever had; and certainly never her husband!
'I can't wait to see you again!' Cindy had texted Willis.
'I know," he replied. As she read that, she could picture him smiling.
Then he added: 'I know a guy up there' (meaning New York city), he wrote. 'I think you'd like him. If you want, I can give you his number? I've told him about you. Hope you don't mind! He's a good guy. He's got a big black cock! I know you'd like that!' She could see him typing that last comment with a smile on his face. I am a whore, Cindy thought, but she didn't care. Not really. After all, now that she'd experienced what a real man, a black man, was like, why would she ever settle for anything less? And though she loved being with Willis, the chance to experience another black man was certainly tempting. Willis didn't seem to mind if she fucked this friend of his---so, why not? She replied that she might like to meet his friend---as long as he didn't mind!
His reply to that was his friends phone number, with a note to the effect that he would let his friend know she'd be contacting him! Now Cindy really did seem like a slut, a whore---and a brazen whore at that; but that merely excited her all the more! Besides, those words 'slut' and 'whore', those were words used by a male dominated society to control the sexual activities and thoughts of women! All words like 'slut' and 'whore' actually denoted was a woman who loved sex! Why was that such a bad thing? It wasn't bad. Not a bad thing at all!
She had no idea what the future of her marriage was going to be. It was likely, actually more than likely, that it was going to end in divorce---but whether it did, or it didn't for some reason, one thing was absolutely certain: she was going to dive in head first to the best fucking she'd ever had---and, it was going to be only, and exclusively with, black men! She was done with white men. She'd had plenty of that frustrating life, thank you very much! As she thought this, her pussy was still dripping wet; and she could still remember what it had felt like to be so completely and totally FILLED to capacity with Willis' massively long, and wonderfully thick, and warm, and pulsing and throbbing black cock; as well what it had felt like as he came inside of her, and how warm that had been. She wanted that experience again, and again, and again! She wanted to make up for the years she'd been married to her self-preoccupied, racist, limp dick, erectile dysfunctioning white husband!
Thanks to Willis that was not just a hope, or fantasy, but a reality!
The End
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