Hello all and thanks for checking out my little drama as I bring it to its conclusion. Everything i write is for storytelling purposes, I have no idea if the FBI works even remotely close to how i describe them here so it's very possible that you might note some discrepancies here and there and I apologize in advance for them. As always no sex takes place in this story with anyone under the age of 18 and all sexual participants are assumed to be disease free. I hope to hear your feedback and I hope that you enjoy.
The Hot Black Wife Chronicles Pt 4
Lynett Andrews AKA Maxine XXX
How to ruin your life and the lives of those around you in five easy steps.
Step One : Watch a porn video featuring a man watching his wife get fucked by another man.
Step Two: Contact the couple in the video and convince your reluctant husband to attend their Hotwife seminar with you.
Step Three: Invite your son's best friend to share a bed with you and your now fully onboard husband.
Step Four: Start an Only Fans page and bring even MORE young studs in to fuck on film with you while your husband gleefully films your sexcapades. And as a side and unrelated note, all of these young studs are white while you and your husband are black.
Step Five: Fall madly in love with one of the studs you film with, lie to your husband by promising that you'll stop sleeping with the stud, sneak off and sleep with the stud, get caught by your husband in the middle of the act, have some over zealous cop who has accused your son of attempted murder, out you, your husband and your son's best friend as pornstars and go as far as to make him watch videos from your Onlyfans page in the hopes of coercing a confession out of him regarding a crime that he never committed.
And after all that, your life will officially be ruined.
And as a bonus: You then get officially outed by a smut chasing reporter but I'll come back to that later.
And none of what I stated, my now destroyed 3 decades of marriage, my once high standing as a pillar in the community now in the gutter, my son's loss of motherly respect for me are not even the worse things happening currently within my life.
My grandson, my namesake Lynn Eric Andrews has been kidnapped.
Kidnapped by a man that looks eerily similar to my son Eric. It was hard to tell if this piece of shit...this Enrique Brekara was either brave or stupid.
He comes to our home, cons Lynn's nanny into thinking he's Eric Jr, drops off another baby(Erica) that ironically appears to actually be Eric's daughter(crazy story there too)and then pockets several of Eric's credit cards and one debit card to boot before leaving with Little Lynn.
Did I also mention that he beat Little Erica's mother, my son's ex fiancée Darianna almost to death?
Darianna...wow! Now that one? She put in some crazy work! For those who aren't privy to the backstory, allow me to give the Cliff notes version.
Darianna...Hell, I don't know her real last name, was at one time Deuce's fiancée. That all changed when he caught her and Ryan Rivette in bed "consummating" his marriage for him on what was supposed to be their wedding day.
Given what I had been told and from what I had saw from her Instagram page, I could see clearly WHY Ryan would want to fuck her. She really was an amalgamation of two different adult film stars; she had the beautiful face of Kiki Minaj and the flawless body of Jasmine Webb.
Deuce rather slyly opts not to confront them over their betrayal and simply closes the door while Ryan continues to do his "white cock jack hammer maneuver" on Darianna's Dominican ebony twat.
Deuce is a no show at the altar at the appointed time, "best man" Ryan seeks him out, a fight ensues between the two and my new daughter-in-law Courtney arrives just in time to pick up the pieces.
Not one to take things lying down (unless it's a massive white dick it seems) Darianna finds a 200% look alike double for Deuce named Enrique Brekara, restages the entire wedding ceremony, forges Deuce's signature on the marriage license and voila! She's now Darianna Andrews.
And if only she had stopped there...
My forward thinking offspring had decided to deposit quite a bit of his baby making seed into a sperm bank in the Bahamas just in case he wanted to get a vasectomy later, he'd still be able to have more children but only at his and his spouses leisure.
Darianna, being his "lawfully wedded" spouse, secured those vials and then flew to Florida and had herself inseminated with one and as far as we can tell pending the DNA test, produced little Erica Yaritza Andrews, the child currently under our care.
She reached out to Courtney, pretending to be about that blackmail life but I knew better. She came up with this entire harebrained scheme, regardless of how elaborate and well thought out it might have been it was still a harebrained scheme, not for blackmail but all to try and coax Deuce back to her.
She just didn't count on him being already married with children so now she needed a motive and blackmail seemed to fit the bill.
None of us counted on her being nearly killed by Brekara.
And speaking of Brekara and his theft not only of my grandson but also my son's credit and debit cards...
The initial reaction was to cancel the cards but Deuce wasn't going to do it. For one, if Brekara could at least finance his kidnapping endeavors, one of which would have been the financial care of little Lynn then he'd hopefully and I stress hopefully be less likely to become frustrated with the entire affair and opt to callously discard an inconvenience at the nearest dumpster.
Also, since it's the kidnapping of a child, the FBI is now involved as we wait for Brekara to reach out with demands of some kind. The cards, when or if he uses them will leave a trail of breadcrumbs that even the most incompetent law enforcement officer could follow.
Incompetent like that stupid bitch that outed myself and Eric Sr to our son, Metro PD Detective Tonya Badeaux. That buck dancing black ass bed wench assumed his guilt from the very start.
She saw what she perceived to be a handsome young black male of some means and privilege and decided that ruining his life was her stated purpose on earth.
I get a lot of hate online due to the race of men I chose to create content with since it has become public knowledge that Maxine XXX and Lynette Andrews are one in the same, and you know what? I get it.
I get why me not shooting with black men could rub some the wrong way but damn! This "Detective" Badeaux? Had we been in the Ante-Bellum South, we would have had to take her out before she gave away Harriet Tubmans location.
If there's a blessing of sorts to be found in the kidnapping of my precious grandson; at least my husband, myself and my son, Courtney and Ryan aren't currently at each other's throats.
An uneasy and unspoken truce has formed between all of us until little Lynn is safe and sound. After that...I'll probably never see my son and his family again, my husband will divorce me, my church will ask me not to come back and I'll be left to pick up the pieces with a man young enough to be my son, but a man whom I have no desire to spend the remainder of my golden years with.
There's a 28 year age gap between Ryan and myself and right now we can ignore it well enough. But one day I'm going to turn 70 and he'll be what...42?
I've been 42 at one point and I know damn well that I didn't want a 70 year old man at age 42 so I'm confident that no 42 year old man wants a 70 year old woman.
As for you, Enrique Brekara, name your price we will pay it. But if you've harmed my grandson, there's not a hole dig enough for you to hide in where I wont find you and put an end to your miserable existence.
Ryan Rivette
What the hell was I thinking? Why the hell did I make such a boneheaded play? Why did I betray a family that's been nothing but good to me? Eric Jr was the brother I never had, Mr. Andrews was the father figure I needed and Mrs. Lynette Andrews AKA Mrs. Maxine XXX? She was everything else to me...mother, confidant, advisor...co-star, lover, the first woman I ever ass-fucked.
My Ebony Queen.
And in a moment of...call it weakness call it profound stupidity; within that moment I have now ruined her life.
Not only her life of course, but also that of her family. Or better yet, the rest of MY family.
Eric Jr and I had just gotten past me fucking his fiancée Darianna years ago. How the hell does he get past me fucking his mother? Only because they...scratch that...we, are dealing with a crisis to end all crises has Eric Sr not tossed me out of his house onto my ass.
Let's face it, after I didn't make the US swim team because I somehow couldn't pass a PED test, I really have nowhere to go but back home to Podunk North Carolina.
I've been doing my best to stay out of everyone's way and especially out of everyone's eyesight.
To be honest, I'm shocked that more of the blame for this kidnapping has not been thrown my way.
For instance, had I not met Nette at the motel which caused Courtney and her mom and stepmom to run interference for us by all leaving the house with Nette under the ruse of going out for a few drinks, then perhaps either Courtney or Nette, both who knew about Darianna's scheme and the imposter posing as Eric could have possibly persuaded the cops to back off due to the possibility that there might be a look alike out there.
And even if the cops didn't go for that one right away and and arrested Eric anyway, then Eric's parents and his wife were forced into action and left the house in order to secure a bond and an atty, at a minimum someone else now familiar with that story, maybe me, maybe one of Courtney's parents, would have been here to provide a bit of skepticism as "Eric 2" came a knocking at the door somehow dressed in different clothing than what he left in and using very broken English.
So yes, I can make the argument that I'm at fault here. It's an easy one to make.
The FBI has set up a command center in house just like in a movie where there's a kidnapping like in "Ransom". "Gimme back my son!"
They work in 12 hour shifts just waiting for this Brekara to make contact of some kind. I'm starting to get even more afraid about this situation than I even was initially because I overheard two of the agents whispering in the kitchen about how we should have heard something by now and everyday he(Brekara) delays in reaching out is another day where the worst must be assumed.
In fact, they seem to be preparing not for a rescue but a recovery.
He'd better hope they find him before I do, because I'm snapping his neck regardless of what happens to me afterward. I'm going to make this right somehow.
Eric Sr.
I've lost everything. My wife, my marriage, my son, my dignity...and now I've even lost my grandson.
The first job I ever had was in a warehouse as a grocery selector. Hands down it was the most physically demanding thing I had ever done in my life.
