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      Good Night Kiss!
           TJ Ryder
     http://www.midnightx.com/
   Blackowned Wife Illustrated Stories!
            Chapter 1 from story 'Navy Wife Goes Black!'


   Very few people who walked by the Afro American USO club on the
 opposite side of the tracks from the giant Navy base would recognise
 the Mercedes parked in the alley behind the notorious interracial-slut-meeting 
place. Only the neighbors of Admiral Horndley would, because it was his 
private car, not the jeep he took into the huge Naval base every day.

  Even if they did recognize the car, nobody would think that an Admiral 
was sitting inside it for the past 2 hours concealed behind the  tinted 
windows and thinking of what his young wife Carla was doing inside as a 
volunteer USO hostess; with her latest understudy, the beautiful young wife 
of a new ensign.

  'Yet,' he thought ruefully, sitting impatiently and with growing discomfort 
in the front seat, 'that is exactly what I'm doing.' 

   His wife had commanded him to wait for her over two hours ago, when she said 
she would probably not be too long, and to think of what she would be doing 
inside. To help him, she fixed him so his hands were cuffed behind his back,
 and his pants and underpants were around his ankles, and he couldn't relax 
back in the seat because she had tied a cord from his scrotum sack to the 
wheel. Still, despite the uncomfortable position, he could hear the laughter 
and squeals of delight inside the gaudy business, and his erect penis continued 
to drip strings of precum, because his luscious wife was right.

   It was impossible not to think of what she was doing with big 
black sailors and marines inside. It was 
difficult to think of anything else, as white wife after wife used the side 
of the car to hump their black masters, one doing it while her smooth buttocks 
were pressed against the tinted glass. Finally, he heard a club door open, and 
straining to look in the rear view mirror, a long lingering kiss as a white 
shapely body melted with that of a huge ebony giant, his giant hands still 
fondling the firm cheeks he had intimate knowledge of that night, giggling 
goodbyes as tongues fenced, and a lovely young woman finally approaching the 
drivers side, fumbling with the car keys to unlock the door. As the door opened
his exasperation could not be contained any longer.

  "Well," he sputtered, "you promised to make it an early night, and you know 
I have papers to..." he stopped as he saw it was not his wife, but the shapely 
body of a young lady, an ensign's wife, who smiled and slid into the 
passenger's seat.

   "Oh, um, Mrs Pudwell, I-I thought you were my wife."

   She smiled, her lovely body showing the typical signs of the heavy lovemaking 
he was used to seeing on his wife when she got in the car,

 "I know Admiral. Carla suggested we switch
 rides home tonight, she's getting a ride from my Harold when he comes by later."

   Reaching over, giggling at his condition and making him blush, she unlocked 
his cuffs with the key Carla gave her.

  "I think you know where we live, could you please drive me home?"

   "Oh, all right, I, um, suppose," he thought. Reaching down, he looked at her and 
explained as he was untying his scrotum leash that he couldn't drive that way, 
not sure what his wife gave her for instructions. Twice before she had been 
present when his wife disciplined him, and several times when she had made him 
grovel and kiss their feet. Swallowing, he decided on a little test of the 
waters as he started the engine.

   Looking down at his nakedness, and his pants around his ankles, as Bambi Pudwell 
was turning the mirror and touching up her makeup, "Um, perhaps I should pull 
my pants and shorts up before we get on the road?"

   Looking sideways at him, she giggled, "oh, don't bother, Admiral, besides I 
think you look cute that way." He groaned with embarassment and took his cue to
leave his pants around his ankles, and of course his underpants were his wife's
used pink silk panties and he knew his 5 inch throbbing white penis was dwarfed by
what Mrs Pulver had been seeing and playing with all night. But he sighed and 
managed to drive off, looking sideways at her gorgeous body, her low cut top 
with one torn strap almost exposing one distended  brown nipple, several light 
love bites on her neck and breasts, and the nmistakable so familiar scent of 
lust, male semen and female cumjuice.

 He knew she must be wearing a cuntplug, which his wife always used, and most 
of the negro-loving sluts who went there used. Inhaling her scent as she 
primped up, he was sorry she opened the window, replacing the rich musky fragrance 
with the sweet, night ocean air.

  "Anyway," she said, "I did want to ask a favor, Admiral. That's why Carla 
suggested we switch. I met a wonderful young man tonight, a Titus Jefferson. 
Do you know him?"

  He was pulling in her driveway at the modest complex reserved for junior officers
 and families, as he tried to think of what she was going to ask, and how much his
cheating wife had talked about him.  answer the request. With the engine still idling,
 he slipped it into park and smiled with as much dignity as he could with his 
pants around his ankles and still helplessly fastened.

   The admiral was about to say he didn't know much of anyone below the rank of 
captain, let alone some young black deckape. "Um no," he said, "I don't 
recognise the name."  He didn't turn off the engine, and hoped when she opened the car door 
junior officers might see in the car lights.

  "Oh," Bambi gushed, "oh, he's just wonderful, so huge and massive, yet so sweet. 
We had a wonderful time tonight."

   "Um, that's nice," he said, hardening involuntarily.

   "Anyway, he tells me he's one of triplets, can you imagine? And he knows his 
brothers would love to share me with him. I've never done triplets. And the 
best news is they all joined the service together. All I need is to get them 
scheduled to have leave at the same time. I'm sure you can handle that for me,
please, Admiral?"   

   "Um, Mrs Pudwell," he tried to be official, yet conscious of his erect naked penis,
 pants around his ankles, and he couldn't help gazing at her full breasts,
   
   "You see it's probably for their own benefit they're on different schedules, 
probably because theyr'e on different ships or assignments."

  He saw her smile fade a little and hastily continued, raising the authority.

  "It isn't just the navy," he smiled, "it's the policy of all armed forces since WWII!
They put brothers in different locations so they wouldn't all be killed, it's 
a policy now."

  Bambi's full ripe lips curled down in disappointment. She also deliberately
reached across his body as he reacted to her big breasts on his arm and switched
the ignition off.  He felt a little nervous at her expression and began to 
stammer. He had no idea what his wife said to this luscious young wife.

   'Go on, admiral.  Your'e not going anywhere!"
  
   "A-and," he said, "y-you know, um, e-even if I wanted to, the paperwork would 
be enormous, to even justify the request would take my staff a week. I-I'm
sorry!"

  "Tsk," Bambi sighed, "I'm really sorry too, admiral, but Carla did say you might 
be difficult!"

   "w-well, I'm just saying that's what the policy is, you understand my
position?" He smiled hopefully. 

   She chuckled,looking at his little erection dripping cum in his wife's 
used panties.  "Yes, I do see your position, admiral!  Oh, did I forget to mention
that Carla told me I was free to do a certain something to you if I felt you weren't
being cooperative?" She smiled at the way his face fell.

  "Um, n-no! I-I mean I didn't know that, b-but you see, I'm trying to explain that
your request is impossible, regulations and all, There's absolutely nothing I can do. 
I mean my hands are tied!"

   "Mmmm, hummm," Bambi said. "All right, fine, Admiral we'll talk about that later.
Carla told me how she wanted it done, so please turn and put your wrists behind 
your back so I can put the cuffs back on."

   He wanted to say something more, but bit his tongue and did as she ordered.

   "CLICK! That's good. Now (smile) your hands ARE tied." She reached down and 
pushed the seat all the way, turned off the ignition and then spread her shapely 
nylon clad legs apart, hooking a little finger at him.

   "I think now you will get down and kneel on the floor facing me, Admiral."

   He awkwardly got down on his knees, and hitched forward, his cock and balls
just above the seat, as she spread her smooth thighs wide and moved back as far 
as the seat back would allow. She had seen Carla do this, and knew exactly what 
to do, thinking with a smile that her own husband was going to be in the same position, 
if he wasn't already. She normally spanked him, nude across her lap, with a paddle 
or a crop, and then made him admit the superiority of black males as he knelt 
licking her toes.

   But she had to admit this position was very convenient for the size car 
they had. Satisfied with his position, she reached over and opened the glove 
compartment, and found what Carla told her was there, an 18 inch thin flexible 
plastic ruler. Putting that on the seat with the Admiral watching it, she smiled 
and lifted her skirt up. Knowing he was gazing hungrily at her, seeing she was 
wearing not panties, exactly, but a sheer strap that had both a cunt and anus plug
of non porous plastic in place. She loosened it up a little, not removing the 
plugs holding in the abundant supply of negro male cream and her own cum, but 
making herself more comfortable.

   "I think you've cleaned me before, haven't you Admiral?"

   Both remembered the day Carla had presented her with her new towel boy after 
they spent an afternoon in a marathon fuck session with 4 black hung giants.

   The senior middle-aged officer, his throat thick, swallowed and nodded, 
unable to tear his eyes from her crotch.

   "And you want to tongue me clean again, don't you? I feel so sore and stretched 
and used tonight, I really do need cleaning so much." Smirking arrogantly at his 
erect penis, even at its swollen 6 inch length, it was less than half the enormous
 man-meat size she had joyously taken that evening,

 "But I have to make sure you deserve it. Tell me in your own words why Carla 
and I work at the USO."

  Blushing with embarassment, he forced out the words, "Um, because, um, you 
prefer black men?"

   "Oooh, we sure do. Why is that?" she asked teasingly, punctuating her question 
with a light tap with the flat plastic against his cock. As he reacted with shock 
at the blow and the question, he fumbled the words out, "because black men are 
better lovers."

   Bambi murmured mmm,hummm, making him continue. "Because their cocks are bigger."

 Another blow, "and, and, they last longer." Another blow across his knob,

 "and their balls are bigger, holding more sperm."

   Bambi giggled, "Because theyr'e superior, sissyboy! Until Carla introduced 
me to black men, I had no idea what true satisfaction was, like all the girls 
she's brought it to. It's just so wonderful, when I was first stretched to fit, 
I knew it was totally natural. White men are simply inferior."

   Now," she said, touching the power window button to bring the window up, 
"Carla instructed me to make sure you were very sincere before allowing you to 
clean me. I want you to think of this while I do the whipping, 'Is it because 
black cock is so big, or your pathetic white genitals are so small?' I really want to 
help you to accept your place."

   With that she paused, and then brought her ruler across his shaft, making 
him moan and jangle back and forth. Pausing, she smiled, "It's all right to cry, 
Admiral,  and you're going to anyway."

 After several minutes, he was sobbing between screams, as his still erect penis 
was welted across the balls, the shaft and the knob.

   Then, Bambi tested his responses again, and in between sobs she was delighted 
in seeing him admit his inferiority, and the sincerity of a powerful white man 
admitting this, even with a red streaked erection, pleased her so much, especially
thinking her own Harold was probably doing the same thing with Carla.

   Finally satisfied he had nothing left to give up, she allowed him to move 
back as she slipped off her cunt and anus plug, and his eager submissive tongue 
gulped and swallowed as she moaned and sighed, as he feasted on the pungent potent 
negro sperm she had so delightfully taken in all evening mixed with the sweet 
frothy cunt cream she had cum earlier over their plunging black thicknesses. 

   "Ohhhh, mmmmm, that's a good little sissy! mmmm!"

  Cumming on his lapping tongue, she finally found her sore and stretched cunt too
sensitive for even his humble oral adoration but still had him kneel and crouch 
down and lick her feet while she recovered. She felt so good, totally satisfied
and just glowing!  She languidly reached over and unlocked his handcuffs with
a sigh.

   "Thank you Admiral, oh, and by the way," she said tapping his dripping red 
streaked and welted erection knob as he winced, 

   "I assume youv'e reconsidered my request?"

   Red faced, he nodded, "Um, yes,(sob) M-Mrs Pudwell. I,-I'll have my staff take 
care of it personally. They'll be available by the end of the week."

   "There now," she smiled arrogantly, "I rather thought you'd listen to reason.

   Giggling, she slid over to the door, and he couldn't help but gaze at her
luscious bottom. She pulled up her damp panties, and Looking in the window 
from outside she smiled smugly at him.

   "Now Admiral, since youv'e been a good boy, I think I can allow you to  
masturbate into your hand for me. And why do we insist you catch and drink your 
own sperm now?"

     Panting as he pumped his sore but swollen hard-on, blushing again as this 
young Navy wife watched him further debase himself, "It's because, um, white 
sperm is inferior, and, uh, uh, black men are m-my s-superiors uh, uh"

   He gasped as he sprayed jet after jet into his cupping hand but of course
he missed several bursts and splattered across the brown leather seat where
she had been sitting.  She tsked and snickered as he tried not to.

  "Thank you Admiral, for the ride home. And don't forget to clean up your
mess now!(giggle)" He was already licking his hand clean as she watched,
and groaned as he bent his head and licked across the leather seat as she
snickered with amusement.

   (Gasp, sob) "A-Any time Mrs Pudwell."

   Looking over her shoulder as he watched her swaying buttocks she 
laughed softly. 

 "Oh, and don't forget to give your hand a nice good night kiss!"
   
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