The story below was conveyed to me by a dear friend as it happened to him.
I look at this story as being either a true story with fictional characters or a fictional story based on true events. Either way the names, the professions, the physical appearance of all characters portrayed in the story have been altered to prevent any semblance to anybody living or dead.
This story could have been placed in a number of categories including, Loving Wives, Erotic Couplings, Mature and Exhibitionist and Voyeur but I do believe the driving force of the story is Interracial Love.
As always comments welcomed.
Condo on the Beach
I'm in the spare bedroom lying in bed looking up at the ceiling wondering how the situation I am in got so out of hand. Listening to the constant rhythm of the headboard from the master bedroom hitting the wall as my wife of 26 years is being pummeled by two young black bulls half her age. Every knock on the wall is soon followed by a grunt or groan from my wife as they penetrate her vagina and/or ass with their big black cocks. I can only blame myself as I started the ball rolling now they are finishing it.
I just heard my wife climax for the umpteenth time along with one of her young lovers as I heard him say, "Another load for your white married pussy."
Things were quiet for only a minute or two when I heard the other bull say, "Get on your hands and knees it's time for a little doggy action bitch."
I could barely hear my wife respond, "Yes sir." The knocking of the head board resumed.
My name is David and 30 years ago I was a 3rd year resident in orthopedic surgery at a teaching hospital located on the campus of my Alma Mater, a major university located in the southern part of the United States. This evening I was the orthopedic surgeon on duty in the emergency room. I believe southern women are the prettiest and I have had the opportunity to see many beautiful coeds on campus. None of the coeds could hold a candle to the one lying on my examining table in front of me at this moment. This woman was tall, legs to die for, small but shapely breasts, thin hips, strong shoulders slightly wider than her hips, piercing blue eyes with blond almost white hair tied in a tight pony tail that extended to the middle of her back. She was wearing practice gear for the University's Volleyball team. The EMTs had her left knee in an air splint. By looking at her face I could tell she was in a lot of pain.
I asked her name and she responded, "Amy, my name is Amy."
"Amy, what happened?"
"I went up to spike the ball and when I came down I landed on my teammate's foot. I heard a loud pop and then felt an excruciating pain come from my knee and next thing I recall I was laying on the floor.
I ordered a couple of studies from radiology but was pretty sure based on my observation she had torn her ACL and it looked bad. The question was how much additional damage was done to her MCL and LCL. It had already swelled up to twice its normal size. I excused myself as she was wheeled off to get the studies done.
Amy was admitted as she was going to need surgery and I was the surgeon who was going to perform the operation. The next day I went to check on her and to fill her in on her injuries and her options. When I walked in she was sitting up and looked at me and said, "Boy you are tall. How tall are you?"
I get that question a lot and answered her, "Six foot seven inches. Your pretty tall yourself how about you?"
"I'm Six foot one. Did you play basketball?"
"I did, right here in fact."
Amy then asked, "Were you any good?"
"Good enough to ride the pine for 2 years in the NBA and then like you sustained an injury and couldn't get on with another team. After that I decided to follow my Grandfather, Father, Mother and my Brother into the family business of medicine."
She crushed me when she responded, "My boyfriend plays here too and he is really good and talking about going pro."
I knew the players as I would practice with them every chance I could. The first assistant and I were teammates back in the day. The only player that had any chance for a pro career was Jerome Washington. Jerome, as you might have guessed was black; he was a forward who was known around the locker room as a player off the court as well as on. "Would your boyfriend be Jerome Washington?" I asked Amy.
Her reply was, "Yes, do you know him?"
"I know him; I practice with the team every chance I can. He is a talented player and has a bright future as long as he concentrates on the right things."
"What do you mean by that?" She asked.