Confessions

When I sat down on the bed with my computer and vibrator, I opened up the video playlist he’d created for me. My jaw dropped.

Gangbangs, spitroasts, wives getting passed around at parties. A line of men taking turns on one girl. And black guys? Is this actually what he wanted?

Hesitant, I played the videos. My vibrator clicked on and I moved my hips. It was pretty hot, I thought. Being the center of attention, making several men cum in one night.

My husband came in the room and observed me. His hands in his pockets, he watched my face as I drew myself closer to orgasm. A black man was pounding a cute white girl.

“Is this what you want?” I moaned.

“Yes,” he said, watching my expression.

An orgasm started to build in my hips like a roll of thunder. My head fell back and I closed my eyes. My legs spread even further.

Suddenly, the vibrator clicked off.

My eyes opened to see my husband towering over me.

“Oh!” I cried in lustful frustration. “You’re so mean,” I said, pouting.

He smiled. “Do you like it?”

“Well, I was about to cum, so…”

He reached down and touched my wet pussy. The black man was still fucking the hell out of the white girl.

“You want that?” He asked, massaging my clit gently.

“I want whatever you tell me to want, Master,” I breathed.

I’d always been attracted to black guys. I loved how taboo it felt. I could only imagine the looks I’d get if I walked around in public with one... I thought about that as my husband brought me closer and closer to the edge. Everyone would see me with a big, strong black man. I bet everyone would be imagining our sex life as we walked past them. They'd be imagining me, frail and helpless as he dominated me with his big black cock. They'd know I was a snowbunny. They'd know that I loved BBC, that I came on one every night. That I let a black man cum inside my tight, white pussy over and over again...

“You wanna fuck a black guy?”

“Yes!” I whispered.

“You wanna get stretched out by his nigger dick?”

“God, yes!”

“Say it.”

“I wanna get my tight little pink pussy stretched out by a big nigger dick,” I moaned.

He slapped my pussy and I squealed, opening my eyes and feeling guilty.

“That can be arranged,” he finally said.

He grabbed my hand and led me into the shower, shedding his clothes. My thoughts raced. I can’t believe this is happening. My husband caressed my body, treasuring it. I didn’t care that he whored around. I was his favorite. He always came home to me. Maybe that was the point, I wondered. Maybe he thought this was only fair. No, no. It was for him. It was all for him.

“Do you really want me to fuck a nigger?” I blurted out.

He laughed. “Yes, I really want you to fuck a nigger.”

I believed him.

I am a good wife. A good wife does whatever her husband tells her to do.