The Hot Blac Wife Chronicles

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.

Going thru aisle after aisle on a pallet jack loading 75 pound cases of orange juice, meat, frozen vegetables, etc onto a pallet while having to "cube" everything so that once it reached a maximum height of 8 ft, you could wrap it in plastic wrap hoping that you finished within the allotted time mandated for you to complete your order.

After repeating this process at least twelve times during the night shift I had more than enough that first night. I was done. I was going to resign.

I marched into the office of my immediate supervisor. An old school player that went by "Hoot" Williams. "Hoot" looked like he got stuck in a time loop where he could have been an extra in Saturday Night Fever or a gangster in Black Caesar.

"So, after one day and you're ready to give up. Ready to call it quits...ready to throw in the towel. Is that right son?"

"Look sir. I appreciate the opportunity, but the simple fact is, I'm just not cut out for this type of work. It's too..."

"Hard? Is that what you were about to say? The work is too hard? Where do you think the groceries that you get out of your local Safeway or Kroger comes from?"

"Uh...I don't know. Right here?"

"You goddamn skippy! Do you see these hands? Tell me son, what do you see?"

"I see a pinky ring, a ring on your ring finger, a ring on your index finger, a ring on your..."

"No! God damn it! Don't you see the callouses? The scars that are never going to heal? The bullet wound? Where do you think I got these from?"

"From working here?"

"From Vietnam! I was drafted. My first night in country, I was on guard duty. A Vietcong had sneaked inside of our perimeter. My back was turned as I was taking a shit. The son of a bitch shot me in the hand as I reached for toilet paper because he thought I was reaching for a weapon.

By the time I had registered what had just occurred, I was bleeding out, pants down and I had an angry VC on top of me trying to snuff out my lights with a knife."

"So, what did you do?"

"What did I do? I grabbed a handful of dirt with my bleeding hand and threw it in his face. In that moment I disarmed the VC, grabbed the blade and jammed it into his chest.

He bled out on top of me but I was able to free myself from him, pull up my pants and double time back to the base.

After I had been patched up and after I had told my story, I was offered a boon. A plane ticket back to the states and duty in the supply room until I finished my hitch.

Do you know what I replied to my commanding officer?"

"I'm coming home I've done my time?"

"I said negative sir. I'm ready to finish the job."

"Ok." I said. "I guess I get it. But can you explain what this has to do with..."

"It's about overcoming adversity God damn it! When the chips are down, and you're on your last leg, are you going to fight for what's yours, or give up and take the easy way out?

By the time my tour was over, Martin Luther King hadn't been killed yet. Half the people in the airport back home called me the N-word, the other half called me a baby killer. Two sides that normally hated each other, had joined together in their general dislike of me as a colored and as a soldier.

I started in those aisles just like you. And just like you, I hated the work. But I did it. And do you know why?"

"Because you needed a job and army grunt isn't something that you can actually put on a resume, so you needed to take anything you could find?"

"Another reason?"

"I don't know."

"Because I had already been through the worse circumstances I'd ever encounter. Adversity is the Bataan Death March, or the Chosin Reservoir, or Khe Sanh...

Son, slanging heavy boxes isn't adversity.

If you quit this because you see it as tough, you'll be quitting when the going gets tough for the rest of your life.

You're an adult and of course I cant force you to stay employed here, but I'll ask you, do you want to have children one day?"

"Sure I do."

"What happens, God forbid, if one of your children is diagnosed with leukemia? You just gonna quit and walk away?"

After that, I had nothing else to come back with, no quips, no snooty retorts...just a punch in the face from reality. So I went back out into the aisles and finished my shift. In fact, I finished over 1000 shifts after that. I didn't resign until my wife had raided her 401k and bought a semi for us to start our business with.

ANNNND that's why I haven't left my wife despite her betrayal and why I haven't put Ryan out. A sane person might be wondering why, especially after he broke all trust with me...

Truth be told, I'm afraid to boot him out. Truth be told I'm deathly afraid that my beautiful wife might just decide to leave with him after this ordeal with my grandson is resolved.

No this isn't the Chosin Reservoir or my young child having leukemia.

This is a 52 year old man whose not willing to give up on what has been a great and blissful 30 years of marriage up till now.

I mean the phrase, "giving someone the pussy" is a colloquialism, right? I mean, it's not like Ryan's going to fuck Nette, and then get up and leave with a handful of her pussy in his back pocket.

Where does it say that a woman has to love only one man? Why would her loving Ryan mean that she somehow loves me any less?

My dignity be damned! I love my wife and I want...no, I NEED her back in my life and if somehow Ryan ends up being a part of the package then I'll just have to accept it.

Just as I'll have to accept that the entire world now knows that Eric and Lynette Andrews are also Max and Maxine XXX respectively.

What I WILL not accept is my grandson being missing. Enrique Brekara is a dead man when I get my hands on him.

Eric Jr.

If I had been told that the worst thing that will ever happen in my life was that I'd find out that my holy roller mother was a world famous pornstar, my proud and strong dad was a willing cuckold, and my once again former best friend Ryan was also my mother's side lover and that I'd actually watch my own mother not only suck Ryan's dick on film but that I'd also have the dubious "honor" of watching him blast her face with cum, and then I find out that my own wife knew all of this long before I did. I'd have responded with, "that sounds pretty fucked up; how can it possibly get any worse?"

Your child being kidnapped and not knowing if he's alive or not makes everything I just mentioned sound like a pleasant Sunday afternoon drive.

And to make matters even crazier, I learn that I have a daughter, and that Darianna had used this Enrique Brekara to pose as me so that she could prove legally that we actually did tie the knot in Punta Cana.

Little Erica...I'm surprised that the authorities were willing to entrust her into our care even after the DNA results proved that she was indeed my child.

But what choice did they really have? If Darianna succumbs to her injuries after the beating she sustained from that animal Brekara, then she'd have become a ward of the state.

Whereas giving her to me even temporarily frees them from having to place her in foster care plus they know that we have the resources to keep her warm, fed and safe.

Safe...that's got to be a joke right? We had all those same resources and they didn't keep Lynn safe did they?

Had those fucking Metro PD cops not cut our security feed and disabled our electronic security gate, Brekara couldn't have even accessed the property.

But that damn Tonya Badeaux couldn't wait to slap the cuffs on my wrists after mistaking me for Brekara. The overzealous bitch couldn't wait to "out" my parents to me. If I had to guess, she's probably the one who leaked that info to the media.

I don't know which black man from her past fucked her up so badly that she seems to hate the rest of us but people like her need, counseling, therapy, probably medication, not badges, guns and authority over others.

When my son has been found safe and sound, I'm going to sue the fuck out of this city. If they won't voluntarily hold her accountable, then maybe losing a few million will.

As my parents aged, I wanted to come back home and be closer to them. Neither of them are particularly close to the rest of their families which is evident considering that I've never met either side of my grandparents or aunts, uncles, cousins, etc....

My goal was to start a new era of family closeness by giving them a grandchild in Lynn as well as a daughter in Courtney.

Now, however? All I want to do is get myself and my wife and son as far away from this freakshow as I can.

If my parents could be honest with themselves, they'd also admit that they'd rather see me gone from here also. The rest of the household seems to be completely chill with this "Hot wife" and cuck shit that my parents are into, and that includes Courtney's folks as well.