The Making of a Slut Wife
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Having a black buddy like Leroy Washington is kind of
odd for a white guy like me. Not because I’m racist or
anything, but because he works the loading dock at my
company where I’m a systems analyst. Plus he’s in his
forties and I’m just a couple years out of college.
He’s also a huge muscular ex semipro ball player and
I’m 5’6 and skinny. So how is it we get along you might
ask?
Simple, were both inveterate home remodelers. I worked
as a carpenter through school and now do volunteer work
building homes for people on weekends, and Leroy
sometimes volunteers, more likely gets paid minimum to
do it. Six months ago I went through 3 people trying to
find someone who knew how to finish hardwood floors
before Leroy worked with me.
I think its a great way to empty my mind after work,
and Leroy and I both have the same attitudes to the
job, so we began hanging out at lunch, going over the
weekend assignments, arranging for material pickups. I
was thinking about starting up a remodeling company on
the side, getting a 1 ton truck, and then, well, I met
his wife. Well I’m getting ahead of myself here.
Now I had known Leroy had a white wife, you know,
office gossip. And it was, well, obvious that Leroy was
a good looking, albeit not too bright black man. 6’5″
of hard muscle and good steady worker. But his wife was
supposedly one of those liberal activist types.
Turns out she was a local college teacher, divorced and
with a daughter. Leroy was separated too, had custody
of 3 boys from a black woman he had left when she had
turned to drugs. He proudly showed me their pictures,
and the three huge muscular grinning teenagers looked
like him.
We got to talking one Saturday afternoon over a few
beers waiting for a first coat of stain to dry on some
maple wainscoting, just as a couple white coeds swished
by the open window of the empty unit we were doing; and
we both looked at their shapely bottoms swaying.
“Mmmmmm, yeaahhh,” Leroy grinned, his long tongue
running over his huge lips.
“Yeah, fine all right.” One of the girls, a blonde,
smiled at us, or I think more likely at Leroy, who
grinned and waved. And for the first time since we
first met I saw him a little uncomfortable with me.
“Say, Tom,” he said, a little hesitantly, “Ah links
workin’ wicha an all so, don’t take this wrong, but you
knows ah gots a white wife?” I grinned and said sure.
He seemed relieved.
“That’s good man. Ah just didn’t want to, you know…
cuz some white folks feel like that stuff be bad an
all.”
“Hey don’t worry about it, man. It doesn’t mean
anything to me.”
“That’s de way ah feel too, man.” And after that we
found we could talk about women. Being single living in
Jackson that was a whole new food group to digest and
after a couple of weeks we could talk about anything at
all, blacks, whites, pussy, niggers and crackers,
rednecks and sambos. I don’t think Leroy and I this
agreed about anything except the Celtics and the
Falcons.
We were doing pretty good working together and then I
met his wife. It turns out he’s married to this fine
blonde fox who works at the local college’s black
studies department, so of course she’s beyond liberal
and all, even besides marrying a black guy. Normally
Leroy and I meet at the job site and he drives a panel
type van, and I take my pickup.
The pickup’s handier for 4×8 sheets of stuff and
awkward type loads, and the van is better for stuff
that might get stolen or wet in the rain. Anyway, we’re
taking a lunch break when this sports car pulls up, and
out gets this drop-dead blonde dish, maybe mid
thirties. She’s got this big smile, and low cut type
sheer blouse that shows her big firm braless breasts
swaying slightly, and this short skirt and heels.
She’s also wearing some fine jewelry so I know she’s
got money on her own. I’m surprised that Leroy puts his
hamburger down, and grins at her, and as he stands up,
arranges his meat in his workpants. It was kind of hot
so we both had taken off our shirts, and his muscular
ebony torso was kind of sweaty.
“Hey babe,” he said, taking her in his huge arms,
fondling her firm butt cheeks as I watch her big
breasts flatten against his bare black chest. He
squeezed her cheeks as I watched his huge tongue slip
into her sweet full lipped mouth, where she moaned and
sucked, and then slipped her own pink tongue between
his full black lips.
“Oooh, darling,” she sighed, “you feel glad to see me,”
laughing, as she felt his huge projection, arranging it
so it stood upright in his jeans, and pressed her belly
against it.
“C’mon, babe,” he said, finally breaking, “Ah wancha to
meet ma buddy, Tom, ah told you about.”
She was flushed and panting, and her slim hand still
stayed on his huge lump as she smiled at me. “Hi,” she
said, without much interest, “pleased to meet you,” and
then kissed her husband, “darling, I don’t have much
time for lunch.”
Leroy gave me a bawdy wink, and patted her firm bottom,
and said he had to take a break for a bit. She held
onto his muscular arm as she walked out to his van, and
they got in. It was a pretty quiet day, and I could
hear her squeal with delight, again, again, and moan
and gasp, as the van kept a steady rocking back and
forth. I sat there watching and listening, my own hard-
on like hardwood, dripping pre-cum down my leg.
Finally, I heard the door open, and Leroy and Bambi,
her name I found out, got out, her legs shapely but
wobbly shaky. She was kind of flushed herself, as she
gave him a long lingering kiss, and then surprised me
by quickly kneeling and kissing each of his feet,
saying something I couldn’t hear as he looked around,
embarrassed. I couldn’t believe it.
When Leroy waved her goodbye and came back in, his huge
member now soft in his pants, and picked up his half
eaten hamburger, he shrugged and smiled.
“Hope you don’t mind, bro,” he said, “she just couldn’t
wait till ah got home,” he grinned, “aw, man that clear
my head, that fo sho! So whatcha think of her, fine
lookin’ woman ain’t she?”
I swallowed, “Yeah, um, she’s fine all right,” I didn’t
want to say I hadn’t seen a woman like that in my whole
life.
“An she gots this sweet teenage blonde daughter even
sweeter lookin. Maybe ah shouldn’t say this, but when
ah met Bambi, she make it a point to introduce me to
her daughter, and wants her daughter to meet my teenage
boys, cuz she say all that radical stuff about de white
wimmins and de, what she calls, de superior Black male
an all, stuff all new to me a few years ago.” He took a
few bites, and grinned, “ah don understan’ all de
philosophy stuff an all, but ah sho lahk de idea!” he
added with a jovial slap on my knee.
“That’s right, ah don pretend to understand her jive,
but me an mah boys know dere’s two fine white babes in
our house will to do, anythin’, an that mean jus that,
man, anythin’ we want at all. Man, that take de
pressure off, that fo sho!”
I could only smile, and shift my own hard-on all
afternoon, thinking of it. This became a ritual, Bambi
arriving at around lunch, sometimes at a coffee break,
using the van, while I watched it vibrate, listen to
her moan and cry with joy, and him call her his white
slut, and then one day he came to work by bus, said his
van was in the shop. I was wondering what was going to
happen because she drove a convertible sports car with
no top even.
Finally, lunch came, and Leroy was grinning, saying it
must be lunchtime because not only was he hungry but he
was gettin’ anxious, arranging his python down his leg.
Like all guys, we talked about sex quite a bit, and
Leroy confided he needed a lot. He said he needed to
cum at least two or three times a day, and he winked
and said he could cum in buckets as long as it took,
cuz it run in his family.
His boys were almost as big as he was an they needed it
too. I daydreamt about his family life, thinking of
Bambi and that stepdaughter Tiffany in a house with 4
huge horny black males, and it was a fantasy I had to
jack off to when I got home.
Anyway, Bambi was running late, said she needed to go
to some big time conference, and she arrived around 1
that day. She got out with a smile, said hello to me,
kissed her husband hungrily, and I noticed she wore a
business type suit, but her dress only accentuated her
curves.
She kissed him, fondling him openly now, and whispered
in his ear, and he nodded with a smile.
“Ah, say Tom buddy?” he asked. I looked up, putting
down my power stapler. “Ah, since mah van’s in the
shop, you mind if we use your pickup for a bit?”
I swallowed, stammering no, not at all, and handed him
the keys. Bambi grinned, and thanked me nicely. “We
won’t be too long, I have to get across town anyway. I
won’t keep him too long, but just long enough,” she
added with a giggle.
I watched her shapely bottom with his huge hand on it
walk the few steps to my pickup, and wondered how they
were going to do it. Its big windows didn’t provide
much privacy, and I moved to another window, to get a
better look, feeling like a real pervert.
I knew they couldn’t see me, but I could see and hear
them pretty good. They sat there, while she unbuttoned
his pants, and then, to my surprise, she knelt down
below the dashboard, kneeling between his legs. He
groaned, as I saw her blonde head move around his
crotch, and heard her murmuring.
“OOohhh, yes, darling, mmmmm… (slurp, slurp) …oh
yess, so huge!”
“Haw, haw,” he groaned, “that’s right, bitch, worship
that niggah meat, lick up that cock drool, haw!”
I watched her lick and kiss his humongous rigid thick
black shaft until it was shiny with her saliva and his
cock drool, and then her full red lips slide over the
knob as he stiffened, grabbing the back rest. Finally I
knew as her head bobbed up and down that I had to take
out my own cock, and began stroking it as I watched.
Oh, man did she ever worship that black cock, and I
couldn’t believe she could deep-throat it, but she did.
and I had to hold back on pumping my own little weenie
to orgasm just so I didn’t miss anything.
Finally, he began to shudder, and she squealed with
pleasure as I knew he was spraying her mouth, spraying
jet after jet of hot sperm, and she gulped and groaned
and sucked it all down, finally taking her sweet mouth
off and catching a dollop in her open mouth. Finally,
she licked and kissed his genitals clean, and zipped
him up.
I had creamed myself, not even knowing it, and hastily
put my drooling cock back in my pants, running back to
the work area where I was when they arrived, zipping up
and feeling my own sperm clammy against my skin and
underwear.
They were coming back inside, and I pretended not to
notice her kneel down on the hardwood floor we had just
put in, and kiss each of his feet, and say, “thank you,
Master” before rising, giving him a quick kiss and
running off to her sports car.
Leroy saw me then, and shook his head, acting
embarrassed but I knew he was proud of it. “She allus
kiss mah feet, ah wish she do it more in private tho,
it be embarassin.”
“Oh,” I said, trying to keep my voice normal, “that’s
okay, no problem.”
He handed me the keys to my pickup. I had a hard-on
again, somehow, just thinking of it, but Leroy was
relaxed and affable as he always was after a good lunch
and a heavy ball draining.
“Thanks for the loan of the pickup truck, man. We dint
make no mess, doncha worry none. Ah knows ah told you
ah cum in buckets, an ah does, but that white woman don
waste a single drop, no suh. She say it her duty to
suck it all up an ah pumped lots of white wimmins’
moufs, but from the first with her she knew how to
please a black man! She got de softest fullest lips and
deepest throat that ever worship a big black tool, that
fo sho! Don know what it is, but her pussy an ass an
mouth seem to fit just right mah black monster better
that all de white wimmins ah ever had, an that be
plenty, man!”
“Um (gulp) no problem, Leroy!”
“Course she ain’t always neat. Sometimes she lahk to
pull off an get sprayed in her face an her fahn white
titties, an den walk aroun lahk that. But ah don mind
that none. Mah feelin is if a fahn white woman wants to
wear a niggah’s sperm to show de world, why not!”
“Um, right, why not indeed,” I couldn’t believe it but
my cock was seeping again.
“Haw,” he said, “we best not be talkin about sex no mo.
That de trouble wit wimmins. Ah gets to talk, an den
thinkin, and den ah gots my johnson up again and cain’t
even wait till ah gets home, haw, haw.”
When we moved to our next project on a Saturday, it was
across town, and from the conversations I heard with
Leroy on his cell phone, I knew Bambi would be unable
to visit for lunch, but then around noon he was still
doing his usual joking around.
“Whoops,” he said, “mah balls be full an mah belly
empty, Tom, must be lunch time. Where we go this time,
Chinese?”
“There’s a good all-you-can-eat buffet at the Rising
Sun,” I mentioned. He said that was good, but for some
reason he wanted takeout, so I wondered what was going
on. To tell the truth I was missing watching Bambi suck
him off, and I loved just gazing at her voluptuous
curves, and then when we returned with our takeout to
the jobsite, I saw this other gorgeous thing standing
there.
It was Tiffany, I gathered at once, as she kissed Leroy
on his lips, and he introduced us. She was also blonde,
not as tall as her mother, but even more stacked, with
her youthful pert breasts unaided by a bra. She wanted
to look at what we were doing as Tom inhaled his
Chinese, and I was showing her the stain we were going
to apply when I noticed Tom’s big hand slide over her
firm shapely bottom.
“We don have much time, sweet cheeks, an you gots to
get back to school.”
She immediately smiled, and kissed him again. Again he
took the keys to my pickup, and this time I watched Tom
eat his takeout, while his stepdaughter knelt between
his legs.
Well, I’m saying to myself, she’s legal age, and
they’re not really related, and he’s not her legal
father and all, all that stuff, but that didn’t make
any difference to the little throbbing cock in my hand,
and my hoping I would not spray until Tom did, as he
held the back of her blonde head, and I could hear her
sighing and slurping and moaning as she worshipped his
manhood.
He began to pump her face, finally, as I began cumming
also in my hand, and she squealed and sucked and
swallowed, gulp after gulp after sweet gulp, until
finally she pulled out and he laughed and cursed at
her, as she got a gob of sperm on her cheek and blouse.
He called to me then, and I hastily zipped up, and
walked to the pickup, the door was open, and Leroy was
sitting, his legs spread, his half hard but still
enormous black cock laying over the seat cover, as she
was blushing and licking sperm drops off my vinyl near
his crotch.
“I’m sorry man,” Leroy said, “she pulled off an ah gots
some niggah-juice on yo seat cover. If you got some
cleaning fluid I’ll have her clean it all off.”
I was watching her lick up his sperm droplets, and then
lick and kiss his balls, and was started back to
reality, “um, no, not a problem, man. Don’t bother
about it.”
He grinned, “she give it a good tongue wash anyway, but
ah gonna paddle her butt tonight for makin’ a mess.”
He got out and she followed, buttoning her blouse where
I caught a glimpse of her beautiful firm white
beauties. She had apparently unbuttoned so she could
catch his sperm on her face and breasts.
“Now, you apologize to the man, Tiff, fo messin’ his
ride up.”
She looked downcast at me, “I’m sorry, sir.” I told her
it was all right, turning sideways to hide my growing
hard-on in my pants.
“An you wipe yo face an clean yo blouse before you go
back to school. This ain’t no weekend you knows. Yo
gonna lay across mah lap tonight, honeychild.”
To my surprise, she smiled at that, and knelt and
kissed his feet just like her mother did, and he had to
move them and order her to get up and get back to
school. She smiled again at me, buttoning her blouse.
“It was very nice meeting you sir, and I’m sorry about
your seat, but I licked it as clean as I could.”
Leroy still wasn’t satisfied, and looked at his watch,
“Yo best be gettin’ back to school, you cheap white
slut,” he said affectionately. “Here,” he said,
reaching for his wallet, “ah knows you miss lunch but
you can buy something on the way.”
She smiled, and raised on her toes to kiss him on his
huge lips, “You know you already gave me the best lunch
a girl could want, daddy. But, could I use the bathroom
and change my panties before I go back to school?”
Leroy gave her a playful slap on her shapely buttocks,
“Whacha mean not wearin’ clean underwear, sweet cheeks?
That earnin’ you another paddlin fo sho!”
“Oh daddy,” she protested, “you know I came in mine
while I sucked you like I always do, but I brought a
extra pair in my purse.” Leroy grinned, and swatted her
firm bottom again, a little harder, as she arched her
bottom to him, enjoying it.
After she walked out to catch a bus, Leroy saw me
watching her retreating backside.
“Yeah, she fahn, like her mother, but she don’t know
how to act right yet. She got this habit of sucking
half a Black man’s load and wanting to wear de rest on
her face and her big tits, and normally she be much
neater dan that. Ah don allow her to go to school lahk
that and she pissed at me. Tonight that sweet young ass
be naked an layin’ across mah lap in de TV room while
ah have a beer an reach fo mah paddle.”
The thought made him laugh and my cock throb, stuck in
an awkward angle in my workpants.
“Haw, haw, trouble is she lahk that too much for a
punishment, just like her mom, knawmean?”
I could only just nod, my face was red and my just
sprayed cock was as usual, hard and dripping again, and
all afternoon all I could think about was her, and then
when I used the same bathroom, wondering if I could
just jack off again, I saw her white lace bikini
panties, and picked up the damp sheer cotton.
Inhaling her sweet fragrance, I groaned, locked the
door, hearing Leroy work a floor below me, and pumped
my clammy cock once again. Leroy’s women were making me
crazy and perverted! On top of which Leroy mentioned to
me a couple of times his ‘stepgirl’ Tiffany liked me
and wouldn’t mind going out.
That was real weird, knowing that and knowing what I
had seen them do, and just imagining what their home
life must be like.
“Course,” he had said while we were taking a break from
hanging a ceiling and a cute coed strolled by, smiling
at him, breaking our train of thought, “Tiff’s a lot
like her mother, you know, about dating white and
humpin’ black, knamean? But, so long as it don’t bother
you none, she’s a great gal.”
After a couple more weeks I couldn’t take it any more
and I called Tiffany up for a date.
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