Dear Chester, We Need To Talk
by Buster2U
Warning // Definitely Cuck Shit! // Warning // Definitely Cuck Shit! // Warning
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This is an original story by Buster2U for publication on The Literotica Website only.
Anyone engaging in sex in this story is at least 18 years old. And in my typical fashion, this story will most certainly will be OTT. I hope you enjoy this story enough to forget your life's troubles for a few minutes, which is pretty much my only goal here.
You should leave now if you might get upset reading about wife sharing, with frequent miss spellings, poor punctuation, poor grammar, repeated phrases to emphasize importance, purrs and coos over used to show which female is talking, or a pure, beautiful, low mileage, fertile, young white wife being inseminated, black bred and pounded into the mattress by one or more virile black man.
Please Enjoy!
Buster2U
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Dear Chester, We Need To Talk
by Buster2U
My name is Chester Whitaker, my beautiful blonde wife, Tracy and I, are both 29 and have been married for 10 years and we have 4 wonderful children. Life is good, I work full time making good money as an accountant for a very large company. Tracy works as a nurse at General Hospital.
After our last child, I got "the snip" for our birth control so Tracy doesn't need to be on the pill. In fact it was her idea for her to be in the operating room with me as she held my hand while it was done, because she knew that I was scared to death!
Then after the Doctor had put a small screen up, Tracy unbuttoned her top and stuck her bare milky breast in my mouth. I thought it was pretty erotic that she did that. I couldn't tell for sure, but I think I got hard while I sucked her milky breast.
(Tracy started to whisper naughty things just to be naughty, whileI was trying to relax)
Tracy whispered over and over so lovingly. "Don't worry baby, everything is going to be alright. I will love you all the more, after he takes your balls. I gave him a blow job, so that he will take them for me. So, just relax now, I am right here with you. I will always love you if you let him take your balls for me."
I knew in my heart that Tracy was just kidding around, but yet somehow the idea that she was having me castrated for her, started to turn me on. She whispered so softly and sexy to me. I figured it was just another aspect of my own sick perversions coming out.
I have always been very happy to have such an attractive wife. My buddies all refer to her as 'sex on a stick' with her massive boobs on such a slender body. Tracy has always worked hard at the gym to maintain her wonderful figure, after all 4 kids. It seem that with each pregnancy her breasts got bigger and firmer.
I guess Tracy was trying to 'spice' things up one night as we went to bed and we cuddled nude, as usual. Tracy slowly slid her small warm hand softly to my crotch, and started touching me so nice and then softly said.
"My Dear Chester, We Need to Talk." My beautiful loving wife said, as she gently took a firm hold of my balls with one warm hand and my bare cock with the other.
"What do you want to talk about honey?" I answered timidly, holding her closely feeling her large firm breasts softly against my side, as a sudden cold chill ran down my spine. I have read those infamous words many times on Literotica and how they usually really mean 'impending disaster'!
"Chester, honey? Would it turn you on if I had a black man's cum in my pussy when I came home from work?" Tracy softly asked me so innocently and adorably.
"What!?" I started to get up in a panic, but Tracy quickly pushed me back down.
"Relax honey, I haven't done anything yet, I promise. I am just asking to see if that might turn you on. I don't want you getting bored with me or for you to decide to fuck one of your secretaries. Please tell me, would that turn you on?" Tracy requests.
My cock instantly started getting hard as I responded. "You haven't done anything yet have you? Are you sure? Promise?" I asked in a panic, as I felt my cock stiffen picturing her having sex with a black man in a stairwell at her work, in my head.
"No, of course not honey. I would never cheat on you. I'm just trying to find out your real and true deepest secret sexual fantasies." Tracy whispers.
"Why would you ask me something like that, then?" I asked, trying to seem cool and not panicked, like I really felt.
"Please Chester, just tell me, then. What would really turn you on the most? Please, honey. Trust me enough to tell me the very most secret, most sexy thing that would turn you on, for me to do. Please, tell me, sweetheart." Tracy reveals sweetly.
"Well, I am afraid to tell you, that you might be repulsed, maybe even leave me if I reveal too much. But I will tell you the truth, if you promise that you won't loose respect for me, leave me or ever tell anyone else. I do have a secret fantasy. But I could never ask you to fulfill it for me." I meekly said.
"Sweetheart, Chester. Please tell me, what is your most secret sexual fantasy, honey. We've been married 10 years, and have 4 children together. If you can't trust me enough by now to tell me your deepest secret fantasy, I don't know what else that it would take." Tracy whispers smiling.
Tracy had one warm hand holding my balls and stroking my growing cock with her other soft hand, making me feel so so good. I wanted to confess the truth. But if she is shocked or laughs at me, it would be so embarrassing. I would feel completely rejected, and humiliated.