A month hadn't even passed since our encounter with a stranger at the local Chinese place before my wife started talking about her "friend" Darnell who worked with her at a local restaurant. Darnell was suddenly so funny and so nice. But the whole time I knew what that meant, my wife wanted to suck his dick. And apparently the feeling was mutual. Melissa for the first time told me how since she had started working at the restaurant several months ago he had hit on her the first night she waitressed there. And the second. And so on until it became a regular thing. Melissa however always spurned his advances. She was married after all and though she had been wild in her teens, she was trying her best to be a "good girl" now.
That apparently all changed however and it was all my fault. Long being a pervert I had often joked with Melissa about being with other women and other men. She had played along with my games, teasing me with the thought that she might one day do it; but never following through. That all changed last month however when all our sexy talk went a step further when my cute white wife got down and dirty with a black stranger in the rest room of our local Chinese restaurant. After chatting up the stranger and making out with him a little, Melissa had taken him into the bathroom and sucked his black dick. And she enjoyed it. Enjoyed it so much in fact that later while telling me about it in the parking lot, she blew me too.
Now that we had broke the ice that night things were apparently different. While Melissa would be going down on me or we'd have sex she'd ask me if she was much more vocal, asking me if she was a good little slut and if I had liked it that night she sucked a stranger's dick. To be honest I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell her the truth. I did enjoy her being a slut of course. Since that night I had jerked off many times thinking about her going down on a black stranger in a public restroom. The thought of it got me hard instantly. But at the same time I knew why she was asking me. And it wasn't just to turn me on. She was looking for permission to do it again. And I wasn't sure how far down the rabbit hole I wanted us to go.
Still I can't deny Melissa's stories about her co-worker Darnell weren't turning me on. She was delighted as she told me about all the perverted thing he would say or do while at work and not only to her. I was continually amazed with the amount of things this guy was allowed to get away with. Melissa told me she hadn't been working there a week when he grabbed her ass in the back. She hadn't told me because she needed the job and was afraid I'd get pissed. She told him to stop and he did. But he was constantly sweet talking her and telling her how she need a real man. A black man.
Apparently Darnell has found out Melissa's first child was black and that only made him worse. He would constantly refer to her as a snow bunny and tell her he had some chocolate whenever she wanted some. A couple of times he had "accidentally" rubbed up against her as she passed by; making her feel his somewhat hard cock through his jeans. She had particular fun telling me how one day he cornered her as she left the women's bathroom. He was a little drunk she could tell and he was filthily told her that he knew she was still a black cock slut and would like nothing more than to feel his dick inside of her. He even suggested she go back into the bathroom and let him breed her right then and there. She said he left shortly after, but he shook her up real bad and she went out to her car and cried a little before calming down.
She started crying a little that night and confessed to me she wasn't shaken because she was scared of Darnell or disgusted by what he said. What upset her was that he was right. Part of wanted to be a slut for him. Part of her wanted to be taken into his arms. And the same part of her wanted to be used by him and yes, even bred by him. But not because she liked him. He kind of disgusted her to be honest. But Melissa told me that in that moment she realized that by giving herself to a black man, especially losing her virginity to one; that somewhere deep down she was a white whore forever. She'd always secretly crave black cock and the thought of that disgusted her. Melissa had a loving husband and child at home who thought the world of her; but part of her would always wanted to be used as a sex toy by black men.
I was floored. Melissa and I had been married for three years now and had a son together. We were trying for our second child and now, she just confessed that she really wanted to be a slut for black men. I guess she could see the look of hurt in my eyes because she quickly reassured me telling me she didn't want to break up and loved me. In face she wouldn't even act on her impulses if I didn't want her to. But she just had to tell me. Especially now, because we've never had a secret from one another and now she did. And she was afraid I'd leave her. I asked her what it was, did she actually want to sleep with this Darnell character.
"I sort of already did," she barely whispered.
"What?! When?!!" I demanded pissed. "You did it
without asking me? What the fuck?!"
"It's not like-" she began.
"It's exactly like that!" I cut her off. "You fucked some... some nigger without even letting
me know about it first! That was our rule. You broke it."
"I didn't fuck him," Melissa choked sheepishly.
"Then what the hell are we talking about?!"
"Well," Melissa linger. "I sucked him off."
"When?"
"Last week," Melissa sniffeed, " and yesterday."
"Twice?!"
"Does it matter?" she hissed. I could tell this was about to become a screaming match.
"I guess not," I sighed. "If you're a slut, you're a slut."
Melissa began to cry. I didn't mean for her to. But I had a tendency of never filtering my thoughts.
"I'm sorry," I offered putting my hand on her thigh.
"For what?" she continued crying a bit. "You didn't do it. I'm the... slut."
"Well that's true," I snipped angering a little again. "But I talked you into doing it.... The last time anyway."
"I didn't have to do it," Melissa admitted. "Either time. I... I wanted to. At the Chinese place."
"Because you wanted that guy?" I queried.
"No," Melissa looked away. "Cause I wanted his dick... his black dick."
"So can you control this?" I asked.
"Do you want me too?"
"Yeah. Of course," I answered. "I mean when we're together. In on it together. That's different. What you did here..."
"I know I'm an idiot," Melissa snorted. "But I didn't mean for it to happen. The first time. But ever since that night at Ray's... Well I've wanted it again. Wanted to feel like a slut again... Your slut."
"You're my slut?" I asked intrigued.
"Of course," she replied. "Who else's would I be?"
"And you'll fuck other people if I want you to?"
