This is a story of another white husband with a wife who is hooked on black cock. I knew before we married Brenda had dated black men and was actually dating a black guy when she and I met. The first couple of months we dated she had also continued to date that same black guy. It wasn't until we started talking about how we felt love for each other did she stop seeing him. I told her I loved her and knew she had dated black men and really enjoyed seeing them and that was OK with me. We talked several times about her dating black men, us getting Lynn Pleasant Blacks On Blondes Mia Peach Gloryhole Initiations Xxx Interracial Sex Joseph Savior was cleaning the family room of the four-bedroom colonial, cleaning and waiting for the calm that occurred only at night in their busy home. The odd and relaxing silence that sleeping kids would bring. Oh sure, a few giggling outbursts or requests for water from the children, but then as they drifted off the blessed silence would come. Mary was upstairs putting the children to bed. Four of them. From ten year old hellion, David, to three year old Beth. With eight year old, Tommy and six year old Faith in between. Four busy kids. While Mary was upstairs with the kids, Joseph straightened up the ground floor of the home. Mary and Joseph alternated the jobs of child-bedder and home-straightener. Putting the Sega away, picking up the books and CDs, clearing the kitchen counters, loading the dishwasher and generally improving the appearance of the home for the morning when the kids would descend and start their day anew. As tomorrow was Saturday, the mayhem would continue all day, Joseph reminded himself ruefully. Upstairs, Mary was reading Beth a book. Beth was just starting to lose focus on her mother; her blinking eyes taking longer each time to reopen. Mary read the mechanically, putting less character and volume into her voice as Beth started to nod off. Deep down, Mary was wrestling with a large problem. How to tell her husband, Joseph about the URGE. Because THE URGE was upon her. It had started two weeks ago as the tiniest suggestion in her head and built steadily until tonight it captivated her waking moments, bouncing around powerfully in her skull. THE URGE. Mary hoped Joseph would take it well. Not lay too much Catholic guilt on her. THE URGE was impervious to criticism, but Mary was not. Why do I have these thoughts, she asked herself sadly? Why? As Beth drifted off, Mary closed the book and crept out of the bedroom. In the bathroom, she examined herself in the large half mirror. Mary Savior, wife and mother at thirty-six years. The Classic Soccer Mom. Had the minivan and suburban house. Identified herself first as a mother, second as a wife, third as a lover. Stood five foot nothing in her stocking flat feet; weighed between 125 pounds when she was exercising to 140 pounds when her period was in and she guiltily indulged herself in forbidden sweets and happened to be off her exercise regimen. Shoulder-length blond hair and light blue eyes. Mary would describe herself as average. Just average. Two B cup breasts after the four children; somewhat saggy with traceries of light blue veins; a stomach that pooched out slightly no matter which diet or how hard it was exercised. The bellybutton which frowned downward. The stretch marks, tiny white scars on her tummy and thighs and butt. The marks she bore for her children. Firmly resigned to wearing only one-piece bathing suits to hide her marks. Turning around and looking back over her shoulder, Mary checked to see how her bottom appeared through her work slacks. Oh yeah. The ever-present slight sag of her butt, years ago her best feature. She sighed and left the bathroom. Time to talk with Joseph. Joe was sitting at the dining room table paying the bills when Mary rejoined him. He gazed up at her fondly, his wife of 13 years. He loved everything about her. He was comfortable about her body and her pretty face. Any chance? On a Friday night? Probably not. They were generally worn out after work and coming home to fix dinner and be with the kids. She sure looked down about something. "Kids go down all right?" "Yes," Mary answered dutifully. "Beth was nodding off before I finished Winnie the Pooh. The boys are quiet. I think Faith is already asleep." She sat down next to him at the large table. She sighed. That's how Joseph knew it was talking time. "Anything the matter, hon?" he asked anxiously, wondering what it could be. "You need something?" Mary looked up at him. She didn't want to say the words. Didn't want to see the look of pain in his eyes. Again. She fought for the words and the context to put them in. She lost and just ended up blurting it out miserably. "I... I... I have THE URGE, Joe. I have the URGE and I'm so sorry..." she gushed, tears springing to her eyes. Joe felt the heat rush to his face as he stared at his wife. Not anger--he loved her too much for that--but he felt the distress and the guilty Black Cock Cum Mia Peach Gloryhole Initiations Mia Peach at Gloryhole-Initiations.com Cumbang Streaming she would definitely be having sex with James as part of their date on Friday and that after Wednesday, we would not have sex until after James had had her. She wanted to rest and be ready for his bigger cock. She also said that James would want her pussy clean from my sperm. Thursday was a tense day for us both. I was anxious and concerned what was now starting with my wife. She was excited and anticipating the eroticism of dating black men again. While we had both slept good Wednesday night after the great sex we had, Thursday night's Tasia Blacks On Blondes Mia Peach Gloryhole Initiations Mandingo Pictures of 1998, Brenda gave birth to our first child and yes she is definitely a baby girl by a black father. But that story is another letter. We both know that Brenda will have more children and they will be by a black lover. So for those couples out there that are curious or are thinking about their wives with black men and them having a black baby, I will tell you that it is a major commitment and step but very erotic. If this is what your wife wants and you love her, then relax and enjoy the eroticism of this very different lifestyle.