1
There was a knock on my door last night. I opened it. It happened to be your woman. It was late in the evening, and she ought to have been home with you at that hour. I inquired from her how come. She told me you had no idea where she really was; what you knew was that she was spending the weekend visiting her sister. Her phone was switched off, as she couldn't stand another thought of you trying to call her.
I invited her into my pad. She had on a sexy tight dress. She had on a smile when she pulled down her top and exposes her big pair of knockers to my face.
"I'm so fucking horny," your wife said to me. "Don't talk anymore. Take me to your bedroom and fuck the shit out of me."
Dare I, white boy? I have to admit, I always find your wife's tits irresistible. Never do I desist from wanting to play with those juicy titties whenever I'm with her. She knows, too, that if ever I'm not in the mood to fuck, the instant she gets to waving those gorgeous pair of tits in my face is enough to make me change my mind. It's a good thing you ain't hitting that pussy no more, white boy. Not that she would allow. Yeah, your bitch has told me everything. You've got her for a wife, but she's my motherfucking whore!
I didn't bother with leading her to my bedroom—I fucked her in my living room, and then poured my love juice down her throat.
She swallowed everything like a fucking whore that she is!
But that was just the first round. I nearly ripped her out of her dress then took her into the bedroom and there I got to finish her off. She's gonna be here with me for the weekend. As I'm penning this letter to you, the bitch is in the bathroom taking a shower. The time is 9:45 p.m. right now. We're gonna get ourselves something to eat, then head out to the club. We'll stop by a friend's pad so I can pick up some stash of weed (yeah, white boy, your bitch loves hitting the Mary Jane), after which we're gonna return back here, and I'm gonna fuck her ass and pussy. Then come Sunday, I'll be shipping her back to you.
I just wanted to let you know this, since you've stayed clueless about our relationship. Which was intentional, mind you. The last thing you wife wants is anything to harm her marriage. She knows nothing about this letter that I'm sending to you. If you promise to remain cool, I'll endeavor to brief you more about our clandestine meetings. But make no mistake, white boy, should you dare attempt to lash out on her, I'm going to do what I can to bring your marriage to ruin.
But I'm getting way ahead of myself here. It's not my intention to be this boastful. You see, I dig your wife just as much as you love her. You still love her, don't you, white boy? Of course you do. She loves you, too. Make no mistake about it: we're nothing but fuck buddies. She comes to me whenever her pussy and tits need to be scratched, and then it's my pleasure to make her feel special about herself. You've got the home part covered already, so I'm not here trying to break whatever bond you two share.
She's got those amazing pair of knockers that gets me hard each time she pulls them out. Hell, one time she took me out for dinner. It was my birthday, and she wanted to give me a special treat. I dared her to whip out her tits, and won't you believe it, she actually did that! I don't know if any of the customers around saw it. It was a good thing, too, that she was brief about it before tucking it back into her dress.
Your next question might be: "Did we fuck that night?" Hell the fuck yeah, we did! What, did you think I was going to fucking lie to you? I fucked her six ways to Sunday that night.
I fucked and came in her mouth!
I fucked and came in her pussy!
I fucked her asshole, too, then made sure she licked my ass!
That all might sound ghastly to you, but I want to let you know you've got a wild one for a wife. Ain't nothing she won't do for me, shy of going out and robbing a bank. I've fucked her in a number of places you won't believe, white boy. I've done her in a neighborhood park, and we nearly got caught doing that. She has invited me over to your crib, and I've summed plenty of times in the same bed where you both sleep in.
I ain't lying about that part, white boy. Go ahead and test me if you want: ask me to describe anything about your bedroom, and see if I won't.
There was one time you nearly caught us. Seriously. She wasn't expecting you'd return from work so soon. She was giving me a blowjob in your living room while I was sipping some of that expensive wine you've got stashed in your cellar downstairs when we looked up and saw your headlights enter the yard. It was a fucking scramble for both of us. She hid me upstairs while you came in. I reckon she must have given you some pleasure that night just to keep you mellow. Hee-Hee.
But like I said, I ain't the one to break up a good thing that you both have. Don't get to fuming as you pour through these words I've penned. I ain't the one to keep her; I'm only borrowing her for whenever the bitch gets horny and needs some good dick to ease her mind.
I'm sure you can understand, don't you, white boy?
Do me a favor. When she gets back home, don't you try to get mad or upset about her. Like I said, she loves you, and there ain't no way she's gonna leave your white boy ass to come stick with me. You needn't worry about wanting to check her privates in case she's sticky down there or not. Trust me, she'd have taken good care of that. Try and be a good white boy and stay quiet about everything. Do that, and maybe next time, I'll see about writing to you about our tonight's adventure. It'll be something you can jack-off to, I promise.
I know it's too soon for us to be friends, but I damn sure won't mind that. Since we're both handling the same woman (by handling, you do know what I mean, right? 'wink-wink') Who knows, maybe in time, you'll send me your phone number so we can communicate better. Either way, stay cool.
2.
What's up, white boy!
I'll bet you figured I was gonna take forever before I sent your ass another letter, did you? I ought to have kept you waiting on this a day or two. That would have given you plenty of time to jack off on that first letter I mailed you. But since it's Saturday, and your bitch is still here with me, I figured what the hell. I'll do what I can and FedEx this to you so your pathetic ass won't be stewing at home wondering if really your woman's with me or not.
Have you by chance called her up since? Trying to know if really she's at her sister's or not? I've got to let you know, she switched off her phone last night before we went out. Like she figured you might call to whine about her being away.
I wanna give you a recap of how things went from my previous letter. It's 7:12 in the morning. The bitch is curled up in my bed, and should remain that way for maybe another hour. She had plenty of fun last night to warrant that. That leaves me enough time to tell you what went down.
We did fuck, as I wrote in the last letter. I did cum in her pussy, and on her tits, and she did suck me off, too, so consider that a trifecta. Hee-Hee!
But you know you can't keep on fucking on an empty stomach, right? Besides, your wife—my bitch—said she wanted to hit the club. I had her take a shower first to give me time to pen that first letter to you, then I went and showered too. We blew out of my crib and drove a block to a Chinese restaurant to get something to eat. Your wife stayed horny all through the evening, like she had been starved of a good dick. I felt her hand under the table, squeezing my jeans. I needed to treat her out for the night, if not, I'd have said: "fuck the club, let's head on back to the pad and fuck!"
We set off to Club Zed that's out on Metro boulevard. The joint was off the hook, like folks couldn't wait to get out of their face masks and end the city's quarantine to go out and boogie; there wasn't one person in there sporting a face mask. None. The music was bumping wild. Your wife and I got ourselves a table, and the drinks kept on flowing. We took a break to hit the dance floor. She was all over me, and I had my hands all over her, too. I couldn't keep from pawing her booty, and she countered with shoving her ass back at my crotch. When she wasn't offering me her booty on the dance floor, she was stabbing me with her tits.
We returned to our table to continue with our drinks. She excused herself and set off to the ladies room, but was back quicker than you'd say boo. She fell onto me, making me spill my bourbon on my shirt.
"What gives, bitch?" I tried cooling her down.
"I'm so fucking horny tonight," she replied.
"Yeah, bitch, I can fucking see that. Don't you wanna have yourself a good time first?"
"I've stayed away from you all week. I want you so bad, I could fuck you right here and now." She leaned toward my ear and said: "I've got a secret to tell you."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"I ain't wearing any panties," she laughed when she said it. "I took it off in the ladies' room and threw it in my handbag."
Her hand groped my crotch, and she went on squeezing my hard-on and nibbled on my ear lobe. Your bitch can be a temptress when she wants to be, white boy. You've no fucking idea!
"You wanna fuck right now, bitch?" I asked her.
"Fuck yeah," she exclaimed. "I thought I'd said that already."
"Alright then," I downed my drink. "Let's take a walk outside."
The crowd in the club was overwhelming, and it was a fucking struggle for us to get our asses back to breathing real air outside. We made it to the parking ground, to where I'd left my ride. I glanced about first to make sure there wasn't any Peeping Tom lurking about, then I got your bitch to fall down on her knees. She knew what to do next—didn't need no further instruction from me: she unzipped my fly, and worked my dick into her mouth. I kept looking either way to see if anyone was strolling by. Your bitch didn't care, white boy. She kept on sucking me, and wasn't going to stop until I got horny enough to pull her to her feet.
Can you take a good guess what I did next, white boy? Take a good guess.
I propped your bitch against my car seat, lifted up her skirt, and went ahead and fucked her from behind.
She did a good job not giving off too much squealing noise. I went on pounding her fast 'cos I wanted to be done and out of that spot before anyone showed up. I heard footsteps suddenly close by and pulled out of her and told her to go around and get her butt back in the car. I shut the door after getting in with her, and she went ahead and kept blowing my cock. It didn't take me long to cum inside her mouth. She continued sucking me, white boy. The bitch didn't stop until she swallowed my entire seed down her throat.
I took a moment to cool off, then we arranged ourselves and I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. My next stop was to get us some weed from my buddies across town. But that's another story coming up.
Talk later, white boy!
3
Hey there, white boy!
You gotten off those previous letters I don sent to you, right? Alright, then. Just wanted us to be on the same page so we can continue from where your wife (my bitch) and I left off then.
Last time I told you I don fucked your wife after we blew the Club Zed. Then we hopped into my ride and blazed a trail across town to where two of my buddies reside so I could score some spliff off them before calling it a night. Normally, I'd wanted to head out there alone, but your wife said she won't mind hitting the scene with me. We don fucked already, but I could sense the bitch was getting horny once again. Her hand didn't stray from caressing my thigh. We got to a red light, and she went on and grabbed at my crotch, and then leaned over and kissed me. She slid her tongue around my ear; the go-to sign that told me she was getting wet just from thinking about it. It was a good thing that it didn't waste time before the light went green and I got to switching gears.
My buddies share an apartment on 24th Street, out on Lexington. It was a bitch find ourselves a parking space, but we were lucky to find one down a block and had to walk our way back to the building. My mistake was I didn't alert the fellas ahead of time so they'd know I was on my way. The thing with Joe and Devon is they're like a pair of mosquitoes. It's so quick for them to split from the crib and be back at whatever hour of the day, don't matter if it's an hour before the crack of dawn or what. Those two know how to disappear like ghosts and never return until they feel like it.
We got out of the elevator and made it to their apartment door, and then I knocked and knocked, and got no fucking answer. I did try calling them, but had no luck either. The good thing was I had myself a spare key to their crib, so I let myself in, along with my bitch (your wife) behind.
"Where are they?" She asked me in the living room.
"Who the fuck knows," I answered. "Them boys are always searching for the next party happening somewhere. They could be on their way right now or not."
"You think we should wait?"
"First, lemme see what stash they've got lying around."
She followed me into a corridor that led to Devon's bedroom. Devon is the one who usually keeps the stash—Joe can be awful careless about stuff. I went looking in his bathroom where he had a hidden cache behind his toilet and pulled out a rolled-up bag. Inside the bag were several cellophane bags of weed. I counted fifteen of the bags; I took one, then stashed the rest into the rolled-up bag, which I then returned into the hiding place, then left the room.
Your wife sat on Devon's divan bed, waiting for me. I went looking in one of his drawers and found a packet of rolling paper. I sat beside her and started rolling a juicy blunt.
"Let's see how good their stash is," I said to her. "If it's good enough, we can wait at least a half hour and see if they make it back. If it ain't good, we'll blow this joint."
"They won't get upset if you touch their stuff?"
"Nah. They know I'm good—they gave me their key, remember? You wanna take a hit?"
"Yeah, I won't mind giving it a try."
Your wife sure was gonna give it a try even if I hadn't asked, white boy. I lit my blaze and took a toke from it, and inhaled that sucker . . . Ouuhhh-weeiiiii, shit felt fucking good! I took a few more tokes before passing the blunt to your Mrs. She took a hit, and like that, the bitch fell in love with the spliff. We got to laughing as we passed the joint back and forth. I finished the blunt, and so I had to roll us another. She fell on the bed and gave me those horny pair of eyes and I knew the weed was rousing her up. I found a nearby ashtray for the weed, then I came and laid my face on her torso. She popped the buttons of her blouse so I could bury my nose between those huge rack she's got.
We got to kissing and fondling, we barely knew when my buddies came into the room and caught us in the act.
Joe and Devon were surprised to find me there, but it was all good when I told them what had brought me over. I introduced your wife to them and they all seemed cool about her. They didn't mind that I'd smoked some of their shit. There was just one big problem.
"I don spent much of what I had over at Club Zed," I explained to them. "Now, I can pick up two extra bags and settle you guys next week . . . or maybe you boys won't mind having it with my bitch here, and then we can call it even."
I reckon you're getting shocked reading about this part. You think your wife won't dare debase herself to want to screw two unknown black dudes, let alone that she's already balling me. I'm here to tell you that you're wrong, white boy. Your bitch saw nothing wrong about it, as long as I didn't leave the room, of course. Joe and Devon wasted no time getting out of their clothes. I got my bitch to do a dance for us while she got out of her blouse and skirt. The boys didn't wanna wait for her to take out her panties; they rushed her after she'd let go of her skirt and dragged her ass to bed.
I didn't want to join in at first, white boy. All I wanted to do was enjoy the show, so I grabbed me a chair and planted myself on it while Joe and Devon attacked my bitch. They sucked her tits while she stroked their dicks, then she got to sucking Devon while Joe fucked her from behind. He pulled on her hair and smacked her ass while she choked on a mouthful of Devon's dick. I forgot to take me some photos with my phone—didn't want to ruin the moment, know what I mean?—but you'd have loved to have been there to see for yourself, white boy. Your wife took on those boys like a champ. Sure, they fucked the shit out of her, but she was a happy bitch by the time they got done pounding her pussy and stretching her mouth.
They emptied their sac over her butt and pussy—I told them not to cum inside her, as that was my territory, you see—and when they got done, that was when I came in to take over.
I was already out of my clothes. The boys went to clean up, while I got to do with your wife the way I know she loves to get fucked, especially by me. This time, I got to fuck her asshole.
Yeah, I bet you never thought I'd mention that, did you? You never knew, did you, white boy—your wife (my bitch!) loves taking black dick in her ass.
Did it hurt? I don't know, you're gonna have to ask her, if you dare. I can say that she loves it whenever I get to give it to her—that good dick, of course—and she kept hollering for me not to fucking stop. Sure, I went back to fucking her pussy when she fell me on the bed and got to ride me harder until I pumped my nuts-sac into her cunt.
We stayed there for a while and smoked another joint before heading back to my crib. Like I said, it was a long, fucking night. But don't worry, you'll be hearing from your bitch later in the morning. She's gonna call you to let you know how things are going with her sister. Just don't let her know you heard it from me first.
Take care, white boy. Don't jerk off too hard.